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katyaromanoffpetrova · 3 months

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Katya receives a special text from Natasha, who is very... appreciative of her muscles.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 3.1k • Warnings: suggestive • A/N: thank you so much for your patience as I took a bit of a break from writing! I hope to post more now :) Masterlist

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Katya

"Thanks again, Kat!"

The last of Katya's students left the training room, taking their water bottles and positive energy with them.

It had been another good day at the women-only gym, and Katya lingered around to clean up, in no rush to get home. She looked up and smiled at the goodbye, giving a small wave to Sandra, who got more confident in her own skin every week.

"Till next week!"

When the room was empty, Katya did a small lap around to look for any forgotten items or water spills, ending up where she started; at the portable speaker nestled in the corner. Her phone lay next to it, connected to the bluetooth device.

Pulling the hair tie from her sweaty, oily hair, Katya picked it up. It unlocked to several missed messages from the last two hours—she rarely checked messages between classes, and not at all in classes. That's not the type of vibe she wanted to give off.

There were some notifications from her social media, a text from Laura thanking her for the flowers she sent for her and Clint's wedding anniversary, one from Maya saying she picked up cat food.

And, of course, a text from her wife.

They were so… pathetically connected that they missed the other instantly when they were apart.

Natasha had some errands to run in the city? Katya sat on the couch, sulking, anticipating her return. Katya was at work all day? Natasha texted her more often than usual about stuff that didn't matter in the slightest just because she was thinking about her the whole time.

The only time they were ever fully at ease was when they were together. Maya made fun of them for it, but Katya was quick to point out that the past had given them enough reason to feel that way. Unexpectant time apart, years where they thought the other was dead. It left deep scars in their fragile hearts and separation anxiety in their stomachs.

For obvious reasons, Katya had message previews for Natasha's chats off, in case anyone needed to use her phone. She only saw what her wife texted her when she opened the chat.

Katya snorted out loud in the empty room. Caught off guard by the embarrassed sound that came out of her own mouth, she quickly looked around, but the only one staring at her was the reflection of herself in the large mirror wall.

Smugness drew a smirk across her mouth, ego puffing out her chest. Natasha was the best hypewoman, even when her reasons were entirely selfish. Nobody loved Katya's physique more than her, and she made sure to let her know every chance she got, both verbal and non-verbal. The non-verbal worshipping was both their favorite.

Natasha's message consisted of one emoji and one punctuation mark. Not an uncommon thing in itself. A food item with a question mark meant; can you pick this up, or can we have this for dinner? A cat or a ginger-haired girl with a question mark meant; where is the cat, and where is Maya? Any of those things with an exclamation mark meant; don't forget to pick it up.

It was an important distinction.

But there were no doubts on what Natasha meant this time. It was very, very clear what she wanted. Shamelessly too.

The flexed arm emoji combined with the question mark meant she was most probably horny, and most definitely mentally drifting.

Katya snickered as she locked and pocketed her phone, collecting the last of her stuff before closing the door of the training room behind her. Usually, she would head straight for the office or to the car, but now she took a detour to the machines.

Smiling and greeting people, she did a few quick stretches before grabbing a set of weights. With no pre-workout taken, no warmup of any kind, she sat down and started a quick bicep and shoulder routine.

The goal today wasn't to get a correct workout in. The goal was to pump her muscles so her wife could get her fix.

She was barely sweaty by the time she stopped, but she had no patience to continue. By now, Natasha would have seen that she'd been left on delivered and would be waiting on what she asked for. The woman was a lot of things, but patient wasn't high up in that list.

Katya was in and out of the machine room within fifteen minutes, hurrying to find a mirror before her hard work was lost. Luckily, there was another pro to an all-women gym: incredible bathroom lighting. None of that dark, mysterious stuff where you feel like you're in a cave. No, the mirrors on the walls were huge and lined with lights.

Katya made sure the stalls were empty before propping her phone up on the sink, next to the gym-provided perfumes and deodorant. Quickly, she took her hoodie off and turned with her back to the camera, redoing her ponytail to ensure a maximal view of her shoulders and back.

It felt odd in the beginning to take pics like these, when Natasha first started asking for them. But Katya quickly found out that it wasn't very different from the nudes she sent her. Natasha found her sexy and hot no matter what pose or position she was in, as long as she could see what she wanted to see. Don't overthink it.

She snapped some pictures from different angles, capturing different muscle groups, and tried some new poses she found online from the fitgirls she followed. They didn't turn out amazing, but they would satiate Natasha for now. When footsteps approached the bathroom door, Katya hid the evidence of her activities by snatching her phone off the sink, but Brianna took one look at her and smiled knowingly.

"Documenting your progress?" She asked, picking the sink next to Katya's to wash her hands. Her hair wasn't in box braids this time, instead in a bun on the back of her head. She looked gorgeous whatever way she wore it.

"They're not for me," Katya answered distractedly, flipping through the photos to pick the best ones, deleting some that were too mediocre. She had to admit, her body looked good.

"Ah." Brianna smirked, taking a quick peek at the phone screen. "What the wife wants, the wife gets."

"Exactly." Katya mirrored her expression and sent the three best pics off to Natasha without any context, then she pocketed her phone and turned to her boss. "I think this means I have to get home ASAP."

"Get some."

Katya snickered. "I think I will."

Natasha

Natasha had been feeling like this all day; clingy, needy. Usually, she was the first one out of bed in the mornings. Today, she wouldn't let Katya get up to go to work. It almost made her late.

These phases of hers came and went. One week, she followed Katya everywhere like a baby duck. The next, she sought out solitude in her office upstairs.

They made it work no matter what mood she was in, but Natasha couldn't help but dread the moments she was alone when she felt clingy. With Maya at school, and no distractions, she started to think about stupid stuff, like if this was how it felt to be on your period. Emotional and needy.

She just missed Katya. Like a dog misses its owner. She wanted hugs; a warm, strong body to nestle into. She wanted to be taken care of; for Katya to bring her tea and wrap a blanket around her.

She would tell her all of this, but Natasha didn't like to bother her too much when she was at work. It was only eight hours, and she was a big girl.

Nevertheless, after trying everything to put her mind off it, Natasha wound up looking through her camera roll for pictures of her wife. If anyone ever found or hacked her phone, they'd think she was a stalker. She had folders for everything, sorted alphabetically, and filled to the brim with pictures of Katya.

'Kat on holiday'. 'Family'. 'Kat doing stuff'. 'Kat candid pics'. Natasha even had a 'this is my wife'-folder, because she always managed to work Katya into any conversation and would then proudly show her off to anyone. This folder was filled with Katya's prettiest pictures.

Natasha paused with her thumb hovering above the last folder, hidden at the bottom of the screen. Going into her camera roll, her goal was simply to daydream innocently and to fill that Katya-shaped hole in her day. But if she clicked on that folder, her brain was going to take a very aggressive U-turn onto a road that steered straight off a cliff.

Oh well, it'd give her something to do.

'Kat's muscle pics', was, obviously, filled with pictures of Katya's muscles; ones the brunette sent herself, posed, or quick snaps Natasha took. Most of them were lucky shots. Candid pics turned muscle pics. Katya's strong legs in shorts, her arms in a tank top, her abs in a bikini, her back in a strapless dress. Anything where her incredible muscles were highlighted.

If Maya didn't have the code to her phone, Natasha would have named the folder something more worthy. 'Muscle mommy', maybe.

But the mediocre name didn't stop Natasha from enjoying the content thoroughly. She stopped at every pic, took her time, zoomed in, shifted in her seat if one really got to her. But they didn't seem to be hitting like they usually did. With a frown, she scrolled back to the most recent picture, finding the date to confirm her thoughts.

It dated back 3 weeks. 3 weeks! Way too long.

Upset—and a bit pissed—she backed out of the app and found her chat with Katya. It was truly outrageous that she hadn't been supplied with fresh content for twenty-one whole days. Shocking that she had to ask for it herself. Part of her was too proud to, but the bigger part needed new pics right now.

Quickly, she found the arm emoji—which wasn't even in her recents anymore, unlike the peach and the scissors—and threw a big, fat question mark behind it. Only one, because she wanted to tell Katya in person how pissed she was. Then she sent the text.

Waiting was torture. Natasha even went on a run to pass the time, music blasting in her eardrums instead of the usual audiobook or podcast. But there were no notifications when she came back home, or showered, or made herself a snack.

She was ready to throw her phone across the room and roll up into a blanket ball on the couch when the status of her text changed from 'delivered' to 'seen'. Hopeful and excited, Natasha sat up, intently staring at the screen. She wasn't disheartened when Katya went offline again without replying. Her wife never ignored her, so something must be coming soon.

She fumbled for her phone when it chimed, her heart racing as she opened the pictures Katya finally sent her. It wasn't just one. It wasn't two. It was three.

Saliva pooled in her mouth as she studied them. Closely. Every ridge, every rounding, every curve of Katya's upper body. Her phone was only inches away from her face, too scared to miss anything like she didn't have free access to those muscles 24/7.

The pictures were perfect. They were sexy, so sexy. They were feminine yet masculine. Elegant yet tough. The perfect combination. A woman who could rock a dress and be a gentlewoman, and strangle a man to protect her.

The need to feel the muscles underneath her fingertips slowly grew. It was a weird mix of horniness and loneliness. To have those strong arms around her in a hug, or to desperately hold them as Katya ruined her?

Liho meowed as she jumped on the couch, sniffing Natasha's phone as if she wanted a piece of Katya too.

"Look at your other mom," Natasha said to her in her baby-voice full of awe, showing the cat the pictures like Liho had any clue what she should be looking at. The animal just meowed again. "I agree, baby. So gorgeous. So sexy. And all mine."

Natasha's thumb drifted towards the call-button—she needed to hear Katya's voice. She couldn't keep staring at the pictures that were sent without any context. She needed more. Anything. But right before she tapped, three dots appeared at the bottom of her screen.

Kat: Leaving now. See you soon x.

Katya

Katya walked into the house with caution like the spy she once was, dropping her shoes and bag along the way.

When Natasha didn't reply to the pictures, she knew what time it was. Actually, she knew what time it was when she asked for muscle pictures. Only a needy Natasha would do that. And Katya knew, based on the millions of Instagram Reels her wife had also sent her today, that it wasn't just a regular horny episode either. Natasha was lonely.

The thought made her heart swell. They'd been together for most of their lives, yet Natasha still wanted to spend all of their time together if they could. Only then did she feel completely content and happy. She wasn't very good at verbally telling Katya that, but there were huge signs if you knew where to look. Like her behavior today.

Just in time, Katya stopped herself from chuckling when she stepped into the living room. Natasha sat on the couch like an angry child, scowling pettily and refusing to look away from the TV. She clearly wasn't happy with Katya's lack of attention today and wanted to teach her a lesson for it. Silent treatment was therein her lesson of choice.

"Привет, милая (Hello, honey)," Katya said slowly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorpost. The Russian was on purpose and came as a complete surprise to Natasha, who stiffened slightly. The words always hit just a little deeper if Katya switched back to their first language. "Почему ты дуешься (Why are you pouting)?"

Natasha looked conflicted, not sure what emotion to act on. One, anger; two, horniness; three, clinginess. She thought long and hard about her answer, not moving an inch as she did, pretending her wife was air.

"I've been neglected," she accused Katya coldly. A good answer. It covered all three of her emotions.

Katya pushed away from the doorpost, slowly approaching her frozen wife. Like one would a scared cat. "I'm sorry, baby. That was never my intention." If Natasha listened closely—and Katya knew she did—then she could hear the amusement in her voice. That's probably the reason for the side-eye Natasha gave her when she sat down next to her. "How can I make it up to you?"

It didn't appear as if Natasha was going to answer. She stayed silent for so long, her steel expression directed at the TV, that Katya nearly gave up. A minute longer and she'd have stood up to prepare some sweet gesture. But then Natasha slowly leaned into her.

It was barely noticeable if Katya wasn't hyper aware of her to begin with. But slowly, very slowly, her wife's body tilted her way. When Katya opened her arms, it went faster, until Natasha was fully resting against her chest. Eagerly, Katya wrapped her arms around her body. Natasha didn't fully relax; silent protest.

"For now," she said warningly, before Katya got too happy.

The brunette frowned. She was still happy, don't get her wrong, but hugs weren't exactly what she expected when she drove home. "Does—"

"Sex later."

Of course, Natasha read her mind.

Katya hummed in acknowledgement, like it didn't make her incredibly excited. Natasha would push her off the couch if she set one foot wrong. Instead, she rubbed her shoulder carefully while Natasha kept pretending to watch the TV. If the redhead wanted to be stubborn a little longer, then Katya was going to let her. She could contain her own neediness for a long, long time.

Natasha's phone was safely tucked between her thighs, anxiously. How big were the chances that Katya's pictures would pop up if she unlocked it? She was too scared for her hand to find out.

"Did you like them?" She asked, failing to hide the smugness in her voice. The thin ice she tread on cracked beneath her feet.

"They'll do," Natasha answered, uninterested.

Katya nearly snorted, but she settled for a half smirk Natasha couldn't even see. "You know, there's nothing wrong with admitting that you like them.''

"I said, they'll do," the redhead corrected sharply.

"Okay."

Natasha's scowl deepened when she heard how sarcastic that answer was. Anyone walking in would think the TV personally offended her. "Stop being so cocky."

"You don't think I have a reason to be?"

"I didn't say that."

"You don't like it?"

"You're putting words in my mouth."

"I wish I was putting something else in—" Natasha's death glare cut her off. It was brief, but powerful, and the woman settled right back into Katya's chest afterwards.

"You have the right to be cocky, but you still irritate me," Natasha mumbled through gritted teeth.

Katya dared to smile after the fear left her system. "Why?"

"Because you know damn well what it does to me, and it's unfair to have so much power over me."

It took all her willpower not to chuckle. Katya magically managed to keep her body still too. But it was going to be her words that would trigger Natasha. "Aw, is this your power struggle-struggle again?"

It was finally too much. With an angry huff, the woman pushed away from her, a dangerous fire flickering behind her eyes that matched the fiery color of her hair. She was absolutely stunning. "I would be very careful if I were you. What you say or do next could determine your near future and if you'll still have one."

This would be terrifying for anybody else in Katya's position. Even Clint would think this was a good time to shut up, but it was Katya's goal to rile her up as much as she could. Because the only way Natasha was going to let it out was by destroying her later. In a good way. Upstairs.

She shrugged indifferently, scooting to the edge of her seat. "You want to live the rest of your life alone? Okay.'' Before she could lift her butt off the couch, she was yanked down by the front of her shirt. One blink of her eyes and Natasha was on top of her, her fingers digging into the tight muscles of her arms. Katya bit back a smirk. She knew the pictures hit her hard.

''You're not going anywhere.''

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lulunothulu · 1 month

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 8

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Latina Reader

Summary: Flashbacks creep into your dreams, causing you to wake up in a panic…it’s a good thing Jake is there to calm you. Jake finds out what happened to you, what happened with your ex, and why you’ve been getting paid off.

Content: Flashbacks(kinda gory), torture, anxiety attack, talks of suicide, some swearing, DV, will end on a happy note.

Word count: 4,019

A/N: While I think you can assume this is a middle eastern place that she was taken/sent to, I didn’t label the people for obvious reasons. Please be mindful of this and really put yourself in her shoes. Next chapter will be a lot less traumatic. I promise 💗 (Please do go back and read the other chapters, this won’t make a lot of sense if you don’t. All linked in my Masterlist!)

Chapter 8

“What were you sent here to do?” The man asks. His dark hair and even darker eyes bare into yours, daring you to speak. He’s wearing jeans and a black shirt, his mouth and nose covered in a mask.

You’d figured out that he was the leader of the terrorist organization whose weapons you were supposed to bomb. You’d been in their custody for a few days, tied to a pole on the ceiling like a slab of meat in a butcher shop.

They did this to weaken you for torture, you knew that. You’d been trained for this.

“Answer me!” The man yells. When you don’t say anything but stare at him, he nods to a man on your left.

This one compared to the leader, was huge—broad shouldered and muscular even under the loose shirt he wore.

The other man smiles, a whip coming into your view. Before you had time to brace yourself, the whip cracks and slams into your skin.

You seethe in pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of screaming in pain.

Except, when the whip is pulled away from your back, a chunk of flesh follows. You let out a blood curdling scream at that.

“All you have to do is tell us who you were working for,” the Leader tells you. “Your Admiral must’ve told you something.”

“I don’t know anything,” you gritted.

He sighs. “Fine.”

And again, you’re whipped.

Over and over again.

So much so, you could feel the blood trail down your spine and legs.

You knew you’d bleed out before they could get anything out of you. You almost begged for it to happen.

After a week of being whipped and beaten by a wooden so badly it broke, you knew you weren’t making it out alive.

Day after day, the same questions.

“Who do you work for?”

“Why are you here?”

“Where’s your back up?”

And each time, you’d give them nothing. An occasional spit in the Leader’s face but that would result in him slapping you, followed by the larger man’s fists.

By the end of that week, they’d send you to a medic who would treat you, let you heal for a week, and then it would start again.

Two months into it, you began losing hope that you’d ever be found.

Two months in, you were still being tied up to the bar in the ceiling. Occasionally you’d be sat down, given food, only for them to turn you upside down and dunked in water. They’d ripped out your nails, cut your skin, burned your healing back.

And still, nothing from you except for an occasional “fuck you”.

By the end of the third month, you’d come to expect the lashings. You’d come to expect the beatings.

But that last day, you were taken to a clean room. A surgical room. Fear riddled your body, beginning to expect the worst. When a doctor walked in with the Leader and his torturer, you were tied to the bed, your pants pulled down your legs.

“You are leaving,” the Leader tells you. “But not before we leave you with a parting gift.”

His eyes crinkle in what you assumed was him smiling. Behind him, the doctor walks up to you and marks your hip with a blue marker.

“Here is safe,” he tells the torturer.

You hear a machine whir behind him and when he moves, you see the torturer holding a hot stamp. A skull and bones symbol red as a chili pepper is being heated by some sort of portable hot stove.

“No,” you say, quietly at first but louder the closer they get to you. “NO!”

They only laugh. The torturer comes close, before whispering, “This will hurt. Do not move.”

You feel the doctor and the Leader hold your legs in place as the hot stamp finally makes contact with your skin.

You scream, blood curdling and raw. You scream until you can no longer breathe, the scent of burning flesh fills the small room. You feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness, but the doctor wakes you up completely with some smelling salts.

They pull your pants back up before untying you and dragging you out of the room and into a garage before putting a hood on your head. They throw you into the back of a truck before laughing and driving you somewhere.

“You’re lucky we didn’t do more than that with your pants down, girl.” The Leader tells you. “Thank your God we didn’t.”

You only sob. You were sure they were going to kill you. But when they stop and pull you out of the truck, you have to blink when they pull the hood off.

You were in an open field. The sun gloriously kissing your skin and grass whistling in the soft breeze.

They push you to your knees before you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Thank your Admiral for us,” is the last thing they say before shooting up in the air.

It was flare. They shot…a flare.

Instantly, you hear the whirring of a helicopter coming from behind a mountain in front of you. Behind you, the truck doors slam before the two men leave you on your knees, bloodied all over your body, and tears running down your face.

You were going to be okay. You were going to be saved.

So then why did the man’s words echo in your mind?

* * *

“Thank your Admiral for us.”

You woke up with a jolt, someone’s hand was holding yours and you had to fight to free yourself from their grip.

You were sweating, panting for fresh air.

It was just a dream. You’re home, safe.

You tried reasoning with yourself but it was no use. You were panicking, and hard.

Beside you on the floor, Jake sits up, rubbing his eyes before turning to you.

“Hey, did you sleep–”

Jake stops talking when he sees the way you hold your chest, face frozen in panic and breathing rapidly. “What happened?”

“They’re here,” you breathe, staring off into space. “They want me back. They’re gonna kill me this time.”

“Hey, hey,” Jake soothes, squatting beside you. “Breathe.”

“I. Can’t. Breathe.” you sputter. “It’s–oh my god–Jake I can’t–”

“You can,” he tells you. “C’mon, Sweetheart. You’ve got this, just like me.”

He brings one of your hands to his chest, the warm surface clothed in cotton, heart beating under your fingertips. “Feel my heart?”

He grabs your other hand and brings it to your chest, your heart pounding against your hand. “Match my heartbeat, Y/N. You can do it.”

You feel yourself slow down, the world around slowing. Jake’s green eye is the only thing you’re focusing on.

“Count with me,” he goes on. “One.”

“O-one.”

“Two.”

“T-two.”

“Three.”

“Four,” Jake smiles.

“Four,” you smile back.

“Do you feel better?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, thank you.”

“Did you have another nightmare?” he asks, rubbing the hand on his chest with his thumb.

“Yes,” you tell him, feeling yourself fully relaxed. “It was like a movie.”

“How so?”

“I saw what they did to me in a compilation,” you shudder. “I saw every lashing, every cut, everything.”

“Tell me about it.” Jake’s eyes are soft on you, encouraging you to go on.

“I saw them beat me that first week,” you tell him after a few deep breaths. “They had whipped me and beat me with a wooden bat.”

Jake’s eyes flashed with anger before he nodded for you to go on.

“They-they did that for a month. The next month was the same but this time they let me sit instead of being chained to a bar on the ceiling.” You drop the hand on your chest in your lap, squeezing Jake’s hand in yours.

“They pulled my nails out next and cut my back wounds open again,” you went on. Tears form in your eyes again before you tell him, “The last day of the third month, they branded me. Called it a ‘parting gift’.”

He remembered. The skull and crossbones on your hip.

“They told me to be glad I didn’t get…you know, while my pants were down. That I should thank my God.” You were fully sobbing now. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“They told me to thank my Admiral,” you cried.

Jake let go of your hand before wiping the tears that fell with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“That was the only thing I could focus on when the Navy saved me,” you tell him, tears drying. “‘Why would he say that?’, I asked myself. And then it hit me.”

You look up at Jake again before saying, “I think Simpson knew I was going down. Even after I radioed in that I was.”

Jake’s blood runs cold, he wanted to tell you what he knew but wanted you to tell him what you knew first.

“I think that’s why they paid me off,” you continue, tears long gone now. “They must think I know something.”

“Well do you?” he asks, not able to contain the curiosity anymore.

You nod. “I think the weapons they wanted me to bomb were U.S. made and that’s why they sent me to bomb them.”

“Why do it themselves when they can send one pilot to bomb them?” he adds.

“Exactly,” you agree. “That’s why they wouldn’t let Rooster or Phoenix and Bob come with me. They knew I was going down or dying trying to fight my way out.”

“But why keep you for three months?” he asks.

“Who knows why the Navy does what they do,” you sigh. Changing the subject you tell him, “When I got back, I was so broken–physically and emotionally. Maybe that’s what made me an even bigger target to Nick.”

Jake’s spine straightens at his name. “Why’s that?”

“I was a walking target, I had the look of someone who had been through something horrible.” You shake your head and chuckle. “I was so open to wanting someone to show me love and affection, I fell right into his trap.”

You look at him, watching as Jake’s eyes harden before he asks, “What did he do?”

“He was nice,” you start. “At first he was. Asking if I wanted to talk about what happened, then asking if I needed company. He moved in not even two months into knowing him.”

You scoff, remembering how naive you were.

“Rooster hated him the moment I introduced him to him and Nat,” you continued. “He was a lot like you actually.”

“How so?” Jake asks.

“Nice, a ladies man, handsome…” You look away at that last word.

“That’s why you didn’t trust me at first,” he fills in the blanks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you trust me now?” he asks.

You turn to him, a small glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Why?” Jake asks. “If I’m the same as him, why do you trust me?”

“You never made a move to kiss me the first few times you were with me,” you whisper.

* * *

Jake only stared.

That motherfucker tried to kiss you the first few times he saw you? He was ready to pummel that fucker into the ground if it meant you would never see him again.

You must’ve seen the anger in his eyes because he shakes it away and swallows it down. “I’m you trust me.”

“I am too,” you tell him. “I’ve never told anyone that, about what I suspected with the Navy and with Nick.”

“I’m glad you finally got it out,” he tells you. “I really am. It’s good that you talk about what happened to you.”

“What about you?” You ask. “Has something like that happened to you?”

Jake shakes his head, remembering his old weapon system officer. “Not me, but my old back seater.”

“What happened?”

He’d told this story twice in his life. Once at court after everything happened and the second time to Lt. Addams’ parents.

“We were sent to bomb some important buildings in Afghanistan,” he starts. “They held all sorts of jets and weapons that could’ve comprised the U.S. military that were stationed there. So they sent Lieutenant Addams and I—that was my partner’s name.”

He smiles to himself.

“He was my best friend,” he continues. “I grew up with him and we joined the Navy together and then eventually flight school and so on.”

He looks up at you, watching as you listen so intently, you’re practically holding your breath.

“Well, we got into a disagreement,” Jake tells you. “He wanted to take things slow and I wanted to speed up, elimisome time from our arrival time.”

He takes a deep but shaky breath before looking away, down at the hands he held in your lap. He takes his time, caressing each of your knuckles, examining the small scars on your right hand. He flips your hands over to see your smooth palms, coated in light sweat.

“I went faster and didn’t anticipate the upcoming turn,” he goes on. “It was too late. I was too late. I should’ve died but I yelled for him to eject and I thought he was coming with me. But he—”

Jake’s breath hitched in his throat as an angry sob trickled up instead. He blows out a few breaths before looking up at you with tearful eyes.

“He didn’t eject in time.”

“Oh Jake,” you start.

“I should’ve listened to him,” he tells you. Then quietly he adds, “It should’ve been me.”

“Jake,” you start.

He feels your hands let go of his and move to his cheeks, you tilt his head up to face you before saying, “You are exactly where you need to be. If you weren’t here, I’d probably still be dealing with Nick. Or worse.”

Jake’s eyes glisten with tears, hearing you say that means so much to him. Being able to definitely say that he was a hero for you, meant that his mistake with Addams was paid back in full.

Because it may not have been Addams, but it was someone else who needed his help the most.

“You’re exactly the person I needed when I least expected,” you go on. “I know it hasn’t been long but I do think of you as a good friend. Thank you, for everything.”

He smiles up at you. This beautiful woman before him was a fighter, and he damn well deserved to be here—even just for her.

A knock on the door startles you both out of the mini staring contest you were in, making Jake turn in the direction of the front door.

He checks his watch which reads 2:45 AM.

“Who could be here so early in the morning?” He asks.

Before you even get to answer, you both hear pounding on the door. Jake feels you freeze, terror paralyzing you into speechlessness.

“Y/N!” He hears Nick yell. “Get your sorry ass out here! We’re going home.”

“How did he find my house?” Jake asks himself.

“He must’ve followed us home after we left Hard Deck.” You answer.

Jake looks at you, taking your hands in his again. “Go into my room, there’s a box under my bed. The code is 07-12-89. There’s a gun in there, just in case you need to use it.”

“What about you?”

Jake looks at you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. He tries to memorize your eyes, the way your lips pull back when you smile. He brushes a strand of your hair back before smiling at you.

“I’ll be okay, Sweetheart.”

When Nick pounds on the door again, Jake points for you to be quiet and go to his room. You obey, running as quietly and quickly as you can.

Once Jake is sure you’re safe, he calmly walks to the front door, opening it just as Nick was about to pound on it again.

“Can I help you?” Jake asks.

“Yeah,” Nick says, the smell of alcohol on his breath. “I’m looking for my girlfriend. She’s in there.”

“Girlfriend?” Jake pretends to think. “Wait, I thought you were single.”

Nick angrily grunts before adding, “No, she’s confused. She’s sick in the head.”

“Well if that’s the case, she’s definitely not here,” Jake smiles. “I only allow sane people in my house.”

“Then let me in to look for her,” Nick drawls.

“No can do, buddy,” Jake says, blocking Nick when he makes a move to enter the house. “See, I don’t know you and you w already tried to kick my ass earlier today—well, yesterday. So that’s a hard no from me.”

Nick frowns in anger, face contorting into something ungodly. “Let me in. I saw her go into the house.”

Jake’s heart was pounding.

Not because he was scared, but because he was furious. Why can’t this guy just get the hint?

“Dude, even if she was here,” Jake starts. “She doesn’t wanna see you. So, take the hint.”

“Who the hell even are you?” Nick asks, pushing Jake back a bit.

“I’m just a guy who doesn’t like the way you’ve been treating Y/N,” Jake states. “And quite frankly, I don’t want you in my property so get the fuck off my porch and go home.”

“I don’t think so,” Nick seethes. “I want her and only her. So get her out here or I’m burning your house to the ground.”

“Those are some strong words for someone who’s worked really hard to become a pilot,” Jake smiles. “Do you really wanna throw that all away for some girl?”

Nick seems to ponder his words, brows furrowing in thought.

“Because that’s what? Two years of your life down the drain? And for what? A girl who doesn’t even want you?” Jake continues. “Is she really worth it all?”

Nick’s eyes focus on something behind him and Jake doesn’t even need to turn around to know who he’s looking at.

“Y/N,” Nick says. “Let’s go.”

Jake turns around to see you standing there, head held high, body squared, and feet planted. You look like the woman you once were, the one he’d seen pictures of in the Top Gun classroom and halls.

Strong and bold. Confidence radiating from your glossy bronzed skin.

You weren’t scared, and you made sure Jake and Nick knew it.

“I’m not leaving with you,” you say firmly.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘No’?” Nick bellows. “You’re coming home with me and we’re gonna talk about…us.”

“No,” you say, pushing past Jake and squaring up to Nick. “You’re going home and I’m staying here. You’re not good for me.”

“What? And he is?”

“Yes,” you say simply, catching Nick off guard. “He’s good for me. He and my friends, the ones you tried to keep me away from.”

Nick scoffs at that, rolling his eyes.

“What do you want? My apartment? You can have it,” you say, tossing your keys at him. “But what you can’t have is me. I’m done, I’ve been done for a long time, Nick. From the first time you put hands on me, to the last time you did. You will not hurt me again. So get off his porch and go home.”

Nick stares at you incredulously—Jake does too. He knew you’d finally had a breakthrough and was prepared to do anything to get Nick out of your life. Even if that meant standing up for yourself and doing the scariest thing you could ever do.

Confront him.

With a swipe at his face, Nick shakes his head before slapping you across the face. Your head turns but your body doesn’t move.

“You made a mistake,” Nick says darkly.

“No,” you say. “You made a mistake.”

You point behind Nick, where two officers, Bradley, and Natasha stand.

“Goodbye, Nick.”

* * *

2 months later

It’s been a fairly good two months. You’d been living with Jake since that night. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back to your lonely apartment. And besides, you liked living with Jake.

Every morning since that night, Jake has made a point to leave you notes on the fridge, telling you when to expect him home. Granted, you’d be at work. But it’s the thought that counts.

Nick was kicked out of the Navy and served a few months in jail for the assaults he committed in the week before his arrest. You were also granted a permanent protection order against him.

Life was starting to look up.

You’d been hearing nicely, emotionally at least. You even told your therapist everything you told Jake.

The only thing you worried about now was whether or not Jake was going out on a date on weekends.

You hated to admit it, but I fell for him. And hard.

You didn’t want to, but the way he treated you was so different to what you’d ever experienced, you couldn’t help yourself.

But it seemed like Jake went back to his man-whore ways. You’d be at work and glance over to where he and the rest of the group were to see him all over a new girl each week.

You tried not to let it get to you, but it still did.

You figured you’d use this time to heal yourself—better yourself. You’d get to be as great as you could be so that when—and if—Jake wanted you, you’d be ready.

So now, you’d focus on you. Until the time was right.

Because even though it wasn’t meant to be right now, you knew it was meant to be. Otherwise, why would he leave you flowers and notes everyday? No man who wasn’t fawning over a woman would ever do that.

And yeah, there was a little voice in the back of your head that says maybe he’s just trying to be nice…but why do all that?

Either way, you were doing what was best for you. Because you owed it to yourself to do it.

No matter the outcome.

For now, you would go to work, go to your weekly therapy sessions, and smile at the life you get to live.

But that’s exactly what you get to do.

Live.

* * *

Jake’s date for the week smiled up at him as she attempted to seem hotter than she was. He’d brought her to Hard Deck to meet the group but now, he kinda didn’t want her around.

She smelled too sweet, she laughed a little too loud, and she just felt…wrong.

She wasn’t his Bullseye.

Not his. But his.

You’d just brought over a round of beers and were talking to Natasha when your date tapped on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t drink beer. Can I have a white wine?” She says, rudely snapping at you to hurry. “Chop chop.”

Bradley’s eyes widen and he takes a long swig of his wet before looking at Jake with a wild expression.

“Sure,” you say. Jake watches as you take the beer, glancing his way with a dissatisfied expression.

She’s gonna rip me a new one later.

“Why don’t I get it for you?” Jake suggests. “Just in case.”

“Oh, Jakey,” his date says. “That'd be great. But honestly, we can just leave. This place is dingy and old.”

Behind her, Natasha and Bob’s mouths fall open, Coyote and Payback following suit. Bradley only cackles, making his date turn around in annoyance and Bradley turn around to avoid her gaze.

“So Jakey,” Bradley starts. “Are you leaving or are you staying?”

Jake looks at Bradley, then his date, and lastly you at the bar. You were serving Maverick a beer and smiling at something he said.

You were beautiful tonight. Your hair was curled and half tied up in a white bow, a white linen shirt and jeans your uniform for the night.

As if feeling his eyes on you, your turn just in time to catch him smiling at you before he turns to his date.

“You know what,” he starts. “I think I’m gonna stay.”

Bradley smiles. “Good choice.”

Next part

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me. I had a hard time with this chapter mainly because I wanted it to be sensitive but also raw. So thank you for reading it if you read it. And remember that there’s always someone out there that loves you 💗

Tags: @lonelysoul50 @akilatwt @russopalette @emma8895eb @djs8891

#glen powell #fanfic #jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #glen powell x reader #hangman x reader #hangman x you #latina reader #hangman x rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun hangman

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neteyamssyulang · 11 months

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⌖ Lustful Vengeance ⌖

⌖ Part 1 ⌖

⌖ Pairing: So’lek x Fem human soldier reader ⌖

⌖ Based on this request ⌖

⌖ Part 2 here ⌖

⌖ Background: Once the RDA returned So’lek celebrated. Finally able to take revenge he killed your fellow soldiers and was going to do the same to you but a different idea played in his mind.

⌖ Warnings: Dom So’lek, Sub reader, Dark, P in V, Mentions of death, Marking, Breeding kink, Creampie, Choking, Spanking.

⌖ Total word count: 1557 ⌖

⌖Translation(s): Muntxate -> Female spouse, yawntutsyìp -> darling/little one, Tawtute -> Human

⌖ A/N: I hope this turned out the way you wanted anony

⌖ Tagging: @ikeyniofthetayrangi

It was just a normal day, the colonel had tasked you and a few other soldiers to fly up to site 46 and stay there while also scouring the area.

The pilot took off towards the site, you couldn't help but look out the window of the helicopter. Pandora is beautiful it really is, it would make the perfect home for humanity once the natives were no longer a threat.

As the helicopter landed you all got out and headed inside the portable, taking off your exomask you made it to where your room would be at the back of the place and began unpacking all your belongings.

Eclipse soon covered the pandora sky, 2 loaded up their guns while 2 more got into their AMP's and began scouring the area. The rest of you just stayed inside talking about how this would be a peace of cake.

Once eclipse fell he went into action, tonight he would finally take his revenge on these sky demons for what they've done to him and his clan.

He saw two of the humans just walking with guns while the other ones looked to be in some type of metal suit.

Pulling an arrow from the cylinder on his bow he drew it back till finally releasing it into one of the humans in the machine, the arrow making a clean shot flying through the glass and into the persons head.

Gunshots rang out pointed in his direction, So'lek sprinted while taking another arrow out, quickly turning he released it into the other one in the machine.

Two down two to go.

The last two were easy to take down and eywa did it feel good watching the life drain from their eyes, now for the rest of them.

He stalked back to the site and lit one of his arrows on fire, holding it steady he took a deep breath pointing it at the window where he could see the rest of you.

Finally he released the arrow watching it go through the window shattering it and landing on the floor inside. The entire portable was going up in flames, you didn't want to leave your fellow soldiers but you had no choice.

Quickly putting on an exomask you run to the emergency exit and dash through the thick pandoran forest.

Back at the site So'lek had slashed every one of the soldiers throats before running after you. Eywa be damned if he let you escape.

Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest as your legs threatened to give out, you could hear footsteps behind you getting closer but saw no one as you glanced back.

Somehow you managed to run into a giant clearing, thinking your safe you stop to catch your breath.

Lord was that a big mistake.

He was on you within second, his knife pressed against your jugular while his other hand held your wrists above your head.

"Foolish human, did you really think you could get away from me?" He taunts staring down at you. "P-please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

The na'vi chuckles in amusement, "Kill you? Whereas I was planning on it I don't think your cut out for that." Confusion settles on your face "What do you mean?-"

Removing his knife he places it back in his sheath before taking off his metal chest piece littered with dog tags he took after killing RDA members and placed it on the ground.

"Instead of killing you I'll just make you my darling little mate." Panic starts settling in and you scramble to get away from the na'vi, he pulls you back by your legs immediately tearing off the blouse you wore along with your shorts and panties.

Tears prick your eyes threatening to fall "Please don't do this.. i'm begging you" , "Don't worry little one, you'll be begging for me to take you soon enough."

Untying the knots of his tewng he lets it drop, his cock springs up hitting his stomach. Beautiful patterns of tanhi cover it not to mentioning how big and girthy he is.

"That will never fit, you'll break me!" Your tone raising slightly, the na'vi leaned over you teasingly swiping his cockhead through your folds.

So'lek smirked looking down "Look at you, already so wet for me, it will fit I'll make sure of it."

Without warning he pushed past your entrance with a pop making you cry out in pain, he inched his cock inside you little by little. When you thought he was done you sighed in relief till he rolled his hips finally bottoming out.

"Such a good tawtute taking me" he coos, giving you only a mere minute to adjust he pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back inside knocking the air out of your lungs.

His pace is brutal, one hand holding him up from crushing you while the other holds onto your hip. Your hands find their way to his shoulders holding tightly onto him.

Your moans fill his ears as he angels himself so now he's repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. "Be a good girl and cum for me" he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

Not being able to hold back anymore the coil in your stomach finally snaps and you cum leaving a white creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"P-please I..I can't anymore.. your too big.." you whined beneath him, the na'vi only chuckled speeding up his movements, his cock bullying your insides and threatening to pierce through your cervix.

"You will take it, my little mate will look so pretty walking around with a bump" So'lek murmures moving the hand that was on the ground to your stomach pressing down on it.

Your backed arched as you came again squirting your juices on him, he could feel your walls convulsing around his cock. "Oh great mother.." So'lek groans.

So'lek moved his left hand to wrap around your delicate little neck while his right now now held onto your hip. He drove his cock deeper into your pussy, his mushroomy tip kissing your cervix each time.

If you would've known that signing up with the RDA would lead you to this you would've never done it. His cock was stretching you out ruining you for anyone else, shit you didn't even know the males name and now he expects you to be his mate?

What would the colonel think? His #1 soldier getting fucked by the natives they wanted to drive out to make pandora the new earth for humanity.

So'leks teeth grazing along your neck pulled you out of your thoughts, before you have a chance to say anything he suddenly pulled out flipping you onto your hands and knees.

Wasting no time he slams his cock back inside your aching pussy hitting a new angle this time making you see stars "Hold it for me little one..I'm almost there" he pants from behind you.

Your whimpers and moans only drive him closer to that sweet release he's been trying to reach, feeling your walls clench around him he grit his teeth.

His hand came down harshy onto your ass making you yelp and shift forwards a bit, "What did I say? You will cum when I say you can" each sentence was delivered with a smack across your ass.

Tears are now falling down your face and onto the mossy ground below you. "P-please let me cum.." you plead with him.

Another smack comes down on your ass "No, when you cum you will scream my name, understand?"

"I don't know your name!" You manage to shout at the male behind you but it only earns you another slap on your already reddened ass.

Pulling out once more he flips you onto your back again before plunging his length back inside "It's So'lek yawntutsyìp" he sends a cheeky wink down at you.

His hands move across your chest groping at your tits, his fingers pinch and roll your sensitive peaks between the pads of his index finger and thumb instantly hardening them.

Leaning down he sucks and bites you all over your neck leaving his marks for everyone to see. "Fuck! Cum now!" He moans in your ear as he thrusts one final time before stilling his hips.

His seed spills into your empty womb triggering your own climax, your arms wrap around his neck as you scream his name.

Your both still panting as he leans up taking in your flushed state. Your hairs all messy from being tossed and turned like a rag doll, your face holds a bright pink hue.

So'lek leans back down placing his face into the crook of your neck, deciding on the perfect spot he sinks his fangs into you finally marking you as his mate.

Instead of fighting it you give in finally accepting your fate, your fellow soldiers that you once thought of as friends are dead by the same person who is now your mate.

He unlatches from your neck licking the small droplets of blood off before trailing his kisses up your neck, to your jaw, to your lips. He captures them in a slow passionate kiss before placing his forehead against yours.

"Your mine now, my little muntxate."

#so’lek x fem!human reader #avatar the way of water #so’lek smut #james cameron avatar #neteyamssyulang #So’lek avatar #comments really appreciated #follow #please like and reblog #avatar pandora

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kootiepatra · 22 days

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#FFxivWrite2024 - Day 3: Tempest [in a Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster]

(inspired simultaneously way too literally and way too loosely by the idiom, "tempest in a teapot")

“You would give me instructions?” Tataru Taru’s incredulous laughter rang throughout the hall. “I assure you, Wedge, this receptionist has brewed more than a few pots of tea in her time.”

Wedge’s face went red as he feared she had taken offense. “N-no, that’s not it at all… it is just…”

“Now, now, no need for all that. Why don’t you have yourself a seat and I’ll just pop this over the fire.”

“NO!” he cried out suddenly, in a strength of tone few had ever heard from the anxious engineer. The bustling activity in the Rising Stones’ common room ground to a halt, startled at his outburst. Everyone turned to look at him. One could have heard the drop of a pin.

The crimson in Wedge’s face deepened.

Tataru took it seriously. She stopped. She gave him a confused glance. Wedge offered a shy little wave to the rest of the Scions, hoping to encourage them to return to their own business. Thankfully, they did.

“It is not ornamental, is it?” Tataru asked him, as the room went back to normal.

Wedge sighed a breath of relief. “No. It is not ornamental—it is magitek.”

“Is it indeed? Fancy that! But… Magitek? In a kettle?”

“I call it the Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster,” he replied, puffing out his chest.

“Oh, so it is of your own design then? Most impressive!” Tataru exclaimed, her smile purposefully concealing her ongoing confusion at what the point of it was. “And… you can’t put it over the fire?”

“Er. No. Not for very long, anyway. Not if you want it to function again.”

“I see…”

“But that’s just the thing!” he continued. “With the Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster, you don’t even need the fire.”

“...It brews the tea cold?”

“What? No. It brews it hot. That is what the magitek is for. See here? This mechanism draws on the aether of a fire shard, which then travels through these coils along the bottom of the kettle. The whole thing will set to boiling in only a minute or two, with no need for open flames or leaning over a hot stove! That means it is portable, and convenient—just fill it with water, flick this switch, and off it goes! All you’ll have to do is replace the fire shard every half-dozen moons or so.”

Now Tataru was impressed. “Oh, really? And the tea tastes the same?”

“Better, I’ll wager!” Wedge beamed. “This gauge on the side shows you precisely how hot it is, giving you the utmost precision for your particular brew.”

Tataru smiled warmly. “Well, isn’t this lovely! Thank you so much.”

He returned his own smile—a bashful one. “It just seemed to me that, well, someone who… ah… works as tirelessly as you do… deserves a little luxury or two that might make your job a little easier.”

“It is a very kind gesture, Wedge. Thank you. I look forward to getting acquainted with it.” With a friendly pat on his arm, she hurried off to find the device a new home at the Scion’s shared bar.

—---------------------------------

And it was a kind gesture. It truly was. That Wedge was too sweet sometimes for his own good.

And Tataru reminded herself of that a few days later as she labored to get the blasted machine to go.

And again the next day, when the switch jammed.

And a week after that, when she tried to figure out how she’d managed to pour a cup of tepid water over a visiting dignitary’s tea leaves.

Tataru was far from averse to learning new skills. And the Mark XIV was simple enough.

When it worked.

Which was, to be fair, on average, more often than not.

She only had to call Wedge in once to help her troubleshoot it (and, as it turns out, that tepid water was from the canister with the fire shard having come slightly loose). …Which was one more such occurrence than she had ever required for her secondhand, decades-old copper kettle. Not to mention all the time she spent attempting to adjust the mechanisms herself, learning its more finicky quirks, alternating blessing it or cursing it in the name of Byregot in case either of those mantras made a difference.

When the Mark XIV worked, it was a dream. When it didn’t, she wondered why people ever bothered giving up on old, reliable fireplaces for anything at all. It was just to boil water, for the gods’ sakes.

…But if that Nero was going to march into her territory and dare to call their arrangements “primitive”, then, well. That man had another thing coming.

This was the finest kettle she had ever had the pleasure to own.

#FFxivWrite2024 #FFxivWrite #tataru taru #wedge #Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster #Post-Stormblood #forever guilty of entertaining “will they/won't they” about Wedge and Tataru #Wedge is “will” and Tataru is “won't”

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found-wings · 11 months

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I LOVE THE PHOENIX PHIL HEADCANON OMG here's some misc hcs with them :D

• foolish was 100% the first person to try to touch them and kept going "ow. ow. ow." because he'd get burned, then immediately put his hands back on the wings

• phil tries to stop him and tinas like "no- let him finish" (he's trying to 'build an immunity)

• roier uses the wings as a way to heat up a knife and do stupid bs with it such as; slamming it against a tree and starting a forest fire, cutting various items in half and they either crumble or burn, or on fed workers (it just makes them mildly uncomfortable)

• on the same topic, when phils napping by fits place, ramon uses the wings to heat up scrap metal he has to try to wield them together.

• dapper also uses them sometimes as a portable heater for potions and uses tongs to hold them above the wings if they need to get to a certain boiling point (bbh is like 'I tried to get him to stop' when phil asks about it. but man's is a liar LMAO he encourages it)

• chayanne sometimes asks him to use em to start fired under his portable grills and pots if he can't find his flint and steel

• on the other side, tallulah def roasts marshmallows on them

• fit has definitely gone "yknow let me just borrow these for a sec-" and holds either dynamite, fireworks, or bombs ends on them to light em off

• etoiles has 100% had many. Many. sticks set on fire and burned durring stick fights and even if phil apologizes for accidentally doing that and you just hear "okay so we're playing that way" and he brings out the flame-enchanted code sword as a joke before they reset the fight 😭😭

• "the burn- he's just too good!"

• "that was literally an accident!!!!"

• "see? you doesn't even need to try!!"

• "oh my godddd."

• if phil does something to make richas mad, he'll purposfully walk into the wings flames and go to his dad's yelling about how phil set him on fire (he's done this too many times for them to give phil anything more then a slap on the wrist)

• he's lit off more then a couple lanterns and candles for cellbit when the two meet up in the order to share information (and more then a few books have scorch marks on them . . . it's very easy to tell which books have been donated by him.)

• more then once phil has been sentenced to laying underneath one of tubbos machines with his wings being used in place of a temporary blaze-burner (fit is very much laughing at him and being told to stfu by tubbo in fear of phil leaving)

• pac and mike are very quick to remove flowing water from their builds and keep them contained to pools and waterfalls that are easily visible

• more then once quackitys beanie or sleeve has caught fire and you can hear him swearing from miles away when it does

• sunbirds tend to surround him a little more then usual when the wings are out, so 100% foolish has asked the capybaras to warp phil to him to attract a sunbird real quick and phil agrees if he has perms to name it (it will be named something stupid.)

• it's not uncommon for the eggs to surround him more on group trips and events whenever they go by somewhere cold as he's basically a walking heater (que the jokes about them liking phil more- when really he's just making sure they don't get frostbite 😭)

• ,,,,,, more then once hes been put through pain when a spontaneous code fight appears and he's had to run for shelter as its common for rain to pour when the day quickly shifts to night and damage his wings (another incentive for etoiles to finish fighting as quickly as possible)

- 💿

MANY SILLIES, RAAAH

Oh my god I love all of these silly headcanons SO MUCH RAAAH, especially the ones involving Phil and the Eggs, Fit, Tubbo, Etoiles and Cellbit because I am so biased

Also on the topic of rain and code fights - I am so. silly about it because I imagine Phil only runs for shelter when he‘s 100% certain the others can handle it. Every other time, especially during the times he had to fight off the code by himself, he pushes through the constant pain on his feathers while engaging in combat

On another side note, all I can imagine whenever someone pulls out a flame enchanted weapon is Phils eyes just instantly going O^O when he sees it and he just. stares. with big eyes & puffed up wings as if he’s about to attack the weapon before snapping back to the current. He‘s offended and sees flame enchanted weapons as a threat to his very being / j

#also I really love the hc with Richas but at the same time I‘m also a believer in the Eggs being more resistant to heat because dragon eggs #so especially Tallulah & Chayanne get warm cuddle privileges at every chance #qsmp headcanons #💿 anon #winged.rambles

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TMNTober prompt: Try Again?

Ao3 link

@tmntober-2023

Cw: death, but he gets better, Time loop, blood, injury

(Please let me know if I need to add anything else)

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The Utrom stalked the rocky plains of what used to be New York, their metallic whirring the only sound in the desolate wasteland they created. Underneath them was a city in fear, just waiting for the moment they were found out. Splinter and his boys were determined that they never would be.

All five of them were above the surface. They had heard rumors of a human working for the Krang, assisting with luring refugees into a “safe place”, only to bring the might of the Krang upon them.

They needed to find this human and get as much information out of them as possible.

They walked as a group, keeping to the shadows to evade notice.

Leo gave the hand motion for everyone to stop. The Technodrome towered above them. With one quick portal, they were inside. The walls reminded Splinter of flesh, pulsing in time to some unknown heart beat. His mouth pulled up in disgust and he motioned for his sons to quicken. He didn’t want to spend any more time here than he needed to.

They explored the Technodrome for what felt like hours, but according to Purple’s gauntlet (somehow still at full battery), they had only been in there for twenty minutes. The ship was filled with strange rooms, pink flesh arranged into consoles and machine shapes with unknown purposes.

About forty minutes into their exploration they find more clues of human inhabitance.

There were the shells of utroms laying on the ground in various states of disassembly. A coffee machine sat proudly upon a flesh desk, hooked up to a portable battery. Purple was able to somehow fit it into his battle shell.

They continued onwards. They passed what looked like a kitchen, stocked with strange foods, and another lab before they found their target.

Baxter Stockboy was laid back onto a fleshy consoles, pink tentacles wrapping around and into his body.

“He must be the human everyone was talking about,” whispered Raph, motioning for everyone to start the investigation.

The sound of wet, moving flesh stopped them in their tracks. Splinter and his sons readied themselves to fight whatever would come to be.

Stockboy was slowly raised up, until he was nearly standing. The tentacles still trailed both over and under his skin and his eyes shone an unsettling white.

“Hello, turtles,” Baxter wrinkled his nose, “and rat. So nice of you to join us. Please. Have a seat.”

Tentacles shot up from the floor, forcing Splinter to sit.

His sons struggled against their confines, but were ultimately powerless, their weapons knocked to the ground from the tentacles. Stockboy laughed. It wasn’t the laugh of a human. It was dry and layered, like multiple people were speaking at once, just out of sync.

Orange’s hands crackled with his ninpo, slowly reaching out to his brothers. Splinter’s had long dried out, from constant use without proper technique.

Stockboys feet touched the floor, the tentacles loosening so they trailed behind him like wires and tubes as he paced.

“You five have caused quite a lot of trouble for us here, you know. You’ve destroyed our camps, evaded capture. Haven’t even had the decency to subscribe and donate to ‘Baxter Stockboys Tips for Living in the Apocalypse’. Maybe if you had, you would’ve done what I did. Joining them was really the only choice.”

He chucked again. Splinter’s heart raced inside his chest, frantically trying to get out.

His sons ninpo connected, their markings glowing in response. He winced. Their family heritage was many things, but subtle it was not. Baxter Stockboy immediately noticed. With one flick of the teenagers wrist, his sons had tentacles racing towards them. Thankfully, they had had countless training dealing with tentacles trying to stab them through. And now that they had a better grasp of the situation, his sons were ready to attack.

Blue summoned a new sword from the pen he always keeps on him. Slashing at the tentacles that raced towards him, he took quick work of his confines. Purple summoned a bazooka, blasting through the approaching threats. Blue freed the rest of his brothers, each of them facing Stockboy in turn. Their ninpo made weapons nearly glowed.

The Krang infected teenager caught on quickly. When Blue raised his sword to free Splinter, Stockboy raised his hand.

Out of the ground came a sharpened tentacle. Its aim was focused, exact.

His son stopped, sword raised, face contorted in horror. Splinter had a piercing pain in his head and one of his eyes had lost sight, leaving a black spot on his left side.

Splinter knew he wouldn’t live through this. He tried to lift his hand, but it refused. Instead he opened his mouth to speak, to assure his sons. He needed to let them know he loved them, that he was proud of them. All that came out was a strangled croak. He settled with a crooked smile. He hoped it was assuring.

The tentacle pulled out with a tug. His head leaned down without his control, his son now out of his now blood filled sight.

Goodbye, my sons.

And his life faded to black.

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Splinter came to in a stadium. He was standing on top of a dead yokai. A loud roar surrounded him, shaking the ground underneath his feet.

“THATS ANOTHER VICTORY FOR THE LEGENDARY LOOOUUUU JITSU!!”

He was completely surrounded with yokai, cheering louder than anyone’s been in nearly five years.

He brought his hands to his face, feeling for the gaping hole that was just put through it. There was nothing there. His face was completely different, smooth and furless.

He was taller than he’s been in years. His feet were kept in shoes that fit, with no claws in sight.

As he stood upon the corpse of his past victory and stared at the crowd that roared his name, he came to a dawning realization.

He was back again.

He’ll have to fight to kill. He’ll have to live as a human just to have it snatched back from him. He’ll get to raise his boys again, but this time learning from his mistakes. He gets to do better.

With legs that were way too long he stumbled off the corpse. He was going to survive for his boys

#time loop #stabbing #blood #temporary death #Rottmnt #tmntober 2023 #tmntober2023 #words exist #don’t even know what to warn for with Baxter Stockboy #I definetely didn’t edit this cause the ending said boy instead of boys #whoops

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