#anyway now time to force myself to go to the Bad Wet Place (take a shower)

[six-of-ravens]

okay, mild "what I've done over the 2 days I wasn't blabbing my whole life online" update bc I drank "high caffeine" tea at 8:30pm and. usually caffeine doesn't affect me but NOW IT IS:

yesterday was boring, most interesting thing was that I finally refilled my prescription and then went to Michaels as a reward (got a spiderweb tablecloth and tea towels at a steep discount) and then hit one of those stupid little concrete curb-median things in the parking lot and undid all the good work the dealership did in realigning my wheels.

beat Portal and started Portal 2!

the zucchini cake was a SUCCESS! I still have literally three quarters of that zucchini left though. apparently you can freeze grated zucchini though, so I might do that and then I can make more cake/cupcakes/muffins/whatever later on

mom's birthday went well, I got encouragement from the family to at least talk to my uncle/someone at his office about cancelling my life insurance so that was.... unexpected but good. Having a family member as an insurance agent is sometimes convenient but sometimes awkward and intimidating

I am also slowly being convinced to start an RRSP instead of a TFSA for my retirement. my aunt is finally explaining it in a way that makes sense (also: tax. breaks. taaaaax breaks. tax breaks.)

started Hummingbird Salamander and I'm enjoying it immensely

Aunt wants to do the same hike I did with a friend back in 2020, which will be nice bc when the friend and I went it was a) super busy so it was hard to take photos and b) raining off and on and therefore not very pleasant. She also wants to go see the suspension bridge nearby which we missed for some reason on our hike (I think I was confused about how to get to it) so that'll be fun. I am extremely worried about bears though, since a couple of seasoned backwoods hikers were attacked and killed a few weeks ago even though they did everything "right" when the bear approached.

and finally, they were selling frozen "leg of mutton" in the grocery store today and I almost said "wow, they sell murder weapons now?!" out loud. which would've been just so great since there was a very suspicious security guard marching around (for no reason I could tell, except maybe to arrest me for referencing the Roald Dahl murder mystery).

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Twenty — Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Pairing -> sub!pig x dom!reader

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Warnings: mild degradation, mention of masturbation, pig's sorta innocent, reader takes runt's place, reader's lowkey a little mean, very very mild dub-con (just in case 'cause they're bold with touching and not asking, but they both are into it), sorry for the shitty accent I tried, if it was really bad let me know and I'll try to make it better

Disclaimer: Disco Pigs characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Pig looked at you miserably, feeling a sense of shame wash over him like a cold bucket of water. He hadn’t expected you to hear him, hear his monologue of how he wanted to have sex with you. He should have kept it all in his head, or made sure you weren’t in your room. How was he supposed to know you were on your bed, listening through the hole in the wall?

“Well?” you snapped. “Whaddya have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry!” Pig cried, lower lip wobbling. “M’sorry, Runt! Jus’ wanna express myself.”

What if you decided you didn’t want to be friends anymore? What if you left him? Found him disgusting and dirty? What would he do if you were gone? You were his everything. He would do anything for you. How was he supposed to convince you to stay?

“You couldn’t jus’ tell me?” you said, sitting down on the bed beside him. When he looked away you grabbed his hair and forced him to face you. “You had to be all secret-like. How many times you’ve done this before? Tell me.”

“Few times,” he admitted, trying not to stare at your lips. “Can’t stop thinking about it—me and you, Pig an’ Runt, moaning an’ touch, with my hand ‘round my cock—”

“Touching yourself, Pig?” you asked, a little surprised, but delighted nonetheless. 

If possible, Pig looked even more miserable. “Yes, ma’am.”

You almost wanted to laugh. Pig only called you “ma’am” when he thought you were mad at him, which, to be fair, you were making it seem like you were. It was just so fun teasing him, the poor little thing. You couldn’t resist. 

“Show me,” you demanded, looking down at the area between his legs. “I wanna see your cock.”

With no questions, he immediately unzipped his pants and pulled it out. It was thick and white, soft at the moment, but you could see it growing hard in his hands. You touched it, without asking for permission—he would’ve let you, anyways—and tugged on it, making him whimper.

“Ah, be nice, won’t ya’? Please, Runt.”

“Am being nice. Wanna see me, too?”

Pig’s eyes widened with excitement. “Yes, yes.” His hands went to your skirt and he pulled it up, shoving your panties down so quickly and smoothly you were sure he’d thought about doing this before. 

He bent over and took a whiff, then pressed his finger through your folds. “Smell good,” he commented. “Feel good, too. Little hole.” He wiggled his finger right above your entrance, but you pushed him away, making him frown. “Still mad? No, don’t be mad. Said sorry, yeah? Said sorry and you feel okay now. Right?”

He tried to push back inside but you pushed him away again, and this time, to make clear he got the message, tugged on his cock again. “Just wanna put my finger inside Runt’s hole! You up an’ teasin’ me . . .”

He pulled away completely, accepting your decision. He didn’t dare go against you a third time, not when he was so vulnerable in front of you, so embarrassed, with tears wetting his eyes. 

“Crying now?” you laughed, not bothering to keep it in this time. 

“Too much,” he whined. His cock was now fully hard, with some liquid leaking out the top. 

You shoved him down on the bed, making it slap against his stomach. He waited to see what you were going to do, almost worried, but then you sank his tip into your pussy, and he moaned, lips spread wide in happiness.

“Yes! S’nice. Warm,” he choked. “Need’a see Runt’s tits.”

He groped your chest, feeling for your tits. You didn’t stop him. You were enjoying his touch, and was far too focused on easing the pain you felt as you sunk yourself deeper onto his cock.

Eventually, the stinging feeling subsided, and you started moving, slowly and sensually, with your hands on his body, eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Should’a done this sooner, Pig,” you said. “Could’a felt ya’ inside me, all big an’ hard.”

He nodded, dazed.

You rode him, without a care in the world that his mom could walk into his room at any moment, without caring that the bedroom window was cracked open with the lamp inside turned on. All there was was him and you—Pig an’ Runt, the way it was meant to be.

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[decaydanceredacted]

im back. again. for tboy puppy pete…getting my dick into him as we speak. (nobody is surprised) anyways this is sort of a continuation of my last egregiously long submission i apologize for the brainrot

so like my last anon was super long and more me being weird about bruises than actually fucking pete so. yeah. i’d fuck the living shit out of him on the asphalt i don’t care. it doesn’t have to be pretty. (even though i still think this might just be where he’d be the prettiest (all bruised up with his own cum wetting his inner thighs.)) i don’t wanna be really gentle with him anyway because that would kind of defeat the purpose of us beating the shit out of each other in the first place (even though he was really just in it because it got him horny. so)

i’d barely let him recover from cumming the first time. it’d be kind of cute to watch him struggle to get his brain back on track but it’s not like i’d actually let him get away without taking at least one load, so i’d get my fingers back in there (much slicker this time, still twitching) and start trying to open him up a little. his brain would melt back into a liquid and he’d be arching his back and crying out in seconds. his baseline is “sensitive, needy puppy” and now its exaggerated about one thousand times. poor thing whimpering and stuttering about how it’s ‘too much’ already and he hasn’t even cum twice yet.

i’d keep a hand on his collar for as long as i could. if not to restrain him, then to ground him. i keep it there when i pull my fingers out, and when i replace them with my dick. i need to feel him around me so bad. he’d feel as good as he looks. i’d probably readjust myself to be more directly over top of him, maybe getting him into a position more akin to a mating press (maybe i’d even be nice enough to take off his shoes for him so his pants can go too). i wanna watch him tear up a little and see his lip quivering when i stretch him out. hearing him whine about how it’s too big (it’s definitely not) or about how he’s not gonna last (who cares? not me) or just little jumbled up curses. (i wanna look down and see his stupid womb tattoo just over where my dick would be when i bottom out. maybe press down on it a little with my free hand.)

fucking him would be super overwhelming at first i think (his puppy parts feel so good and he’s so loud and i’ve gotta hold him down and talk him through taking it like a good puppy) but i’d pretty easily quiet him down (make him cum again so he’s forced to stop thinking anything at all for a second). it’d probably only take a couple well timed brushes to his tdick and he’d be stuttering to a stop. (he cums harder than last time. absolutely boneless little puppy hanging off my cock. in a parking lot. so i would definitely mention how anybody could drive by and even though it’s dark out they’d know exactly what was happening.) (it’s honestly taking like 95% of my brain not to call him a stupid puppy literally every chance i get. he’s a stupid puppy)

i wanna fuck him through cumming so bad. watch his jaw drop open and how he’d visibly go blank. nothing in his head but how good he feels. (maybe he weakly tries to extend the feeling (no words to ask me to do it for him) by fucking himself back onto my dick. but at this point he’s definitely too tired for that.) overstimulating him because i need to cum too (and it’s just a bonus to see him try and stop himself from cumming a third time. it’s absolutely useless because he was built to take it like a good puppy.) wanna tell him he’s been such a good boy, that i’m gonna put pups in him as a reward for his efforts.

since pete is such a pretty boy and he’s taken it so well of course i’d keep my word and cum inside him. and then stay inside him (just for a little while because why the hell would i not? he feels good and warm and it’d be so nice to have him under me pressed into the concrete for a little while longer. maybe i need to lesn down and lick the blood off his upper lip. get my tongue in his mouth and give him perhaps the laziest makeout session he’ll ever have. while my dick is still inside him. yeah.)

my brain is absolutely mush right now i need to ruin him so bad Hope you understand.

- ⚙️ gear anon :-)

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[strrvnge]

Own it

Kinktober(more is coming)

Paring: Stephen Strange x reader

Summery : pure filthy smut with no plot

Warning : MDI, 18+, daddy kink, dom!stephen, sub!brat!reader, doggy style, mastrubation (f receiving), slight pussy slapping, dirty talking, p in v, ( a little bit of everything really)

Face and tits were pushed against the mattress, your ass hoisted in the air as another harsh slap landed on it making you gnaw on another pillow.

‘’Come on darling, you can take it. You always take everything daddy gives you right? Anyway wasnt it you who said you would do anything as long as you get fucked?"

You couldn't remember how long you've been in this position; naked laid down on bed, ass popping up, with his cock deep inside you, as he slapped your leaking pussy. Wetness was dripping down the sensitive flesh of your things , leaving your leaking pussy exposed to him. Your core was burning after having to ride his face for what seemed for hours, the several times you were brought to the edge only to be pushed away and then asked to start again had left you needy and leaking. Wetness was dripping down your things

‘’Answer to me baby’’, he said,his hand resting on one globe of your red, aching ass.

"Yes daddy" you shut your eyes closed preparing yourself for another slap on your swollen bum.

You knew you shouldn't have disturb him while studying but like a dog in heat you just couldn't wait for him to finish. All day long you've been walking around in sticky panties not able to think of anything else but his thick, long, cock filling you up till you can't take more. And when you got home Stephen had the audacity to just get out of the shower freshly washed, with his towels just below his V-line.

Of course you offered yourself to suck him off-you placed it more politely- but he said he had too much work, kissed your cheek and left, leaving you all wet and needy.

So after making sure Wong would be out for a couple hours, you had the brilliant idea of walking around the Sanctorum in just a pair of red underwear and his shirt on, begging for little attention.

He obviously knew what you were up to the moment you lay down on the couch with your legs up on the couch's back, putting on display your ass as your fingers ran down from your chest down to your bare stomach.

He had coughed dryly and brought the book closer to his face so it would block his view. You groaned lightly in frustration before you traced the tiptoes of your feet up and down his pants.

"Stevie" you whimpered quietly

"As tempting as you look, I told you I'm very busy. Wong needs my help on a very serious matter-"

"I need you too" you pouded and as you spread further your legs Stephen noticed the round spot of wetness that had pooled on the middle of your new lacy panties. "For a very very important matter"

"I'm not gonna repeat myself Y/N. Please stop otherwise you're not going to get what you want even when I'm done"

"Now tell me, did you really need to be such a brat? Touching things without permission?" He asked and you buried your wet from tears on the soft pillow, searching for some comfort.

Grabbing you by the hips, he raised them further up before approaching you from a different angle only to give you another hollow thrust of his, enough to make you moan but not enough to offer some sort of release.

"Say I'm sorry daddy"

"No!", you whined stubbornly. He tiltled his head and grabbing your chin he craned your head to an uncomfortable position looking at you with a frown.

"No? Are you sure kitten?" He mocked you before into one swift forceful movement he pulled out. Your jaw dropped and new tears formed in your eyes as you

Grabbing the sheets you bite your bottom lip forcing yourself to say the next words.

"Yes" you said breathlessly.

"Hm that's a shame. I suppose now have to treat you like a bad girl"

Suddenly he pushes back in the whole bed creaking as he leaned forward, straddling your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces your neck into an uncomfortable position he sloppyly kissed you drowning your sudden groan.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry kitten" he tusks before looking back at your hole that was now trying to adjust again to his size.

"Look at you stretching around my cock like the good cockslut you are it makes me wonder if you could take more"

Something sparks inside of you at the bare thought of finally finding some short of relief after being denied so many times.

"Please, please,please" you panted and grabbed the mattress harder till your knuckles turned white. You didn't care about the pain, you just needed him to touch every aching spot inside of you. With a loud groan Stephen' muscular things kept your body in place as he easily slided deeper, his body pushing yours forward.

"Oh" your weak voice came out as a screech and you were unable to form a single sentence. You knew Stephen's dick was much to handle much less from behind, offering the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck "He spreads your cheeks, grunting at the sight of your ass stretched around his cock. His thrusts slows the slightest so he can watch your rim struggle to take his veiny girth your nosnsense mumbling proving how out of it you had been.

You were so cockdrunk you could even speak a single word, everything vanishing from inside your head, leaving it all empty and fuzzy.

"What happened kitten what gotten you all dump and stupid?" He mocked, his voice ghostly in your ear, but before you could try and escape forward his other hand grabbed your waist pulling it against him while also bending you further on the mattress.

"Daddy" you mumbled sweetly, hiccuping quiet whines as his length reaches deeper, if possible. "S' much"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed you giving a small soothing kiss on your shoulder somehow calming your burning body."But you can take it all, can't you? Do it for daddy kitten, prove me what a good girl you are"

Taking your hand in a surprisingly gentle manner he brought it to your pussy before with both his and your middle fingers he pushed them past easily your puffy folds.

Letting out a breathy, desperate moan one finger slides in, and the abrupt thickness blooms a burning pleasure in your stomach. His thickness stretches and fills you to the brim. You can’t even think, and he knows that. “Just let daddy fuck this pussy, yeah? Don’t even have to think, just take my cock like a good girl.” he grunts listening to your needy whines turning into moans.

His low voice sent shivers down your spine but you could do nothing but simply obey. You wanted him to fill you up. You needed him to fuck you and you coukd thing of nothing else but it.

The swollen petals of your clit wrapped around his finger as he pumped it in and out your abused hole, a ring of white wetness forming around the base. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back and if you weren't lying down you were sure you'd have blacked out.

"Come on kitten, make a mess for daddy. Will you be a good girl and cum, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" You moan holding back yourself from screaming.

"Will you cum on my fingers like one too?"

Your stomach tightened and before you could even realize it your high hit and you were coming on his cock and fingers drenching them like you owned them.

He hand got on top of yours, pinning it down your knuckles turning white as he pulled and grabbed the mattress with you, his cock twitching inside of you. Hiccuping his name and sweet mumbles while he groaned and cursed toegther you rode out your orgasms gliding and griding inside of you till you could feeel him deep in your stomach.

With each rough, rapid thrust your bodies moved together perfectly sync, the weight of them causing the headboard of the bed hit the wall each time with a loud bang till the wave of pleasure was seemjng to finallly wear off.

"Is everything all right up there?"

[muichiroslover]

Hey…it’s been a long while..well, maybe it can be my comeback era? lots has changed since i last came to write on here, but lets see where this takes us, I missed everyone on here! 😣🩷🩷

Pairing: Meliodas x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

Now you were usually the type of person who loved a clingly s/o, you yourself being a clingy person

But lately you have been in a bad mood due to a lot of bad things happening at one time making you feel like bad luck is following you

Naturally in your mind you wanted to be alone and calm yourself down but

“Y/nnn~~ i missed you where have you been?” Meliodas sung as you walked back into the boars hat, he seemed excited about something

You had just gotten back from going on a walk to try and calm down your irritable mood but you ended up tripping during the walk and hurting your ankle, now you were only more mad

You sighed as you walked around the bar place and rummaged through one of the cabinets for a bottle of liqour

“Y/n~ don’t ignore me!” Meliodas pouted as you put down the liquor on the counter and sighed once more putting a hand on your forehead

“Nothing Meli, i went for a walk and came back, i’m not ignoring you” you say as you take a cup and pour the bitter substance into it till it almost overflowed

“Oh i see, where did you go? did you have fun? oh i also noticed you were limping did something happen?” He asks as you walk from behind the counter to one of the tables

“Walk, no and yes” you answer bluntly as you begin to lift the cup to your mouth

“Y/n!~ whats wronggg you seem so mad come on stop giving me these short answersss” Meliodas whined as he tried to hug you but that caused your hand to shake and the drink in your hand to spill all over you

Meliodas backed up quickly as he looked at you speechless for a second

“Oh my god Y/n I’m really-“

“God Meliodas just- you don’t need to cling to me like a life line every single day, ugh god so annoying i must seriously have bad luck” you say with a hiss as you stand up from your seat to go get paper towels and a change of clothes

You missed how Meliodas’s smile faltered for a second and his voice died out

But it didn’t last long until he smiled again, though this one seemed a lot more forced as you walked back into the main area with paper towels

“Ah I’m sorry Y/n, here let me help you” he says as he approaches you but you hold up your hand

“Its fine, just, I don’t know” you say as you walk past him to clean up the mess

His smile once again falls before it goes back up

“Okay..uh, I’m gonna go for a walk myself, I’ll see you in a few!” He says and you mumble as he left

After you finished cleaning the mess you sighed getting up, you threw away the dirty paper towels and made your way to you and Meliodas’ shared room

You opened the door then closed it behind yourself as you began to strip from your now sticky and wet clothes

As you threw your dirty clothes into the hamper your eyes caught something on the bed

You turned around from the mirror and made your way to the bed, you raised a brow as you pulled the letter slightly sticking out from under your pillow out

You sat down as you opened it carefully and began to read the contents

Dear Y/n

For some reason lately it seems your not in the best mood. You don’t seem like you want to tell me whats making you so mad yet but that’s okay, I can wait. I’ll try my best to help in anyway I can until you can tell me, so I got you this. I hope it picks up your mood at least a little, I love you so much! Thanks for being with me!!!! ;)))))♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

- meliodas

You put the letter down as you lifted up your pillow entirely as you saw a box

You picked it up and opened it as you slightly gasped

It was a ruby necklace that had caught your eye one time while you and Meliodas were exploring a town festival

You had been sad you couldn’t get it because you and Meliodas didn’t bring any more not expecting to buy anything

But Meliodas must’ve gone back to get it, just for you

Your face distorted into a frown as you remembered your outburst on your boyfriend

You hadn’t mean to come off as if you were annoyed at him specifically, its just everything piled up and you blew up at him, not that it’s justified with that stupid excuse

“Im a horrible girlfriend..” you muttered

You got up as you quickly dressed, you didn’t even grab a jacket before leaving the boars hat in a rush

You ran to the closest town looking around for your boyfriend, you looked left and right in fast movements

You started stopping inside of different bars until finally the last one you checked

Your eyes landed on your boyfriends fluffy blonde hair, he was in one of the booths, you made your way over and sat down with him as he drank

Meliodas took one last gulp of his beer before looking at you with a pout, you frowned deeply

“Babe..I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to go off on you like that, it’s just a lot of bad things were happening one after another and I just” You sigh deeply “I shouldn’t have blown up on you, it’s 100% my fault, there’s no excuse for what I said, I’m really sorry” You say bowing your head

It’s silent for a minute before Meliodas’ voice breaks you out of your position

“What you said really hurt my feelings”

“And I’ll apologize over and over again for that” You say as sincere as you can because you mean it, what you did was wrong

Meliodas pouts for a few more seconds before smiling, slightly catching you off guard

“Okay! I’ll forgive you if you let me stay in your room for a few nights!” He says with a grin and you sigh deeply but smile as well

“I guess that’s the least I can do”

“Exactly!”

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Longass Crop Circles Notes (for Lately, I've Been Thinking and I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One

Finally delivered to @spicymiilk our king. My apologies that these longass notes are not as detailed as last time. I shall endeavor to get more detailed as I read more of the fic. I will post my rage thoughts on chapter eight of for the nights and days of life by @mochalottie tomorrow though, and that shit will be novel length. Anyways:

Lately, I've Been Thinking:

-Me when Andrei says Spider will have a bad time: but does he ever have a good time for you??

-NORM CONTENT. *airhorn blares*

-I gotta love the tragic Shameless vibes you bring into my Spider fics, man. 

-Retweet, Spider, we all hate men. We are all scared of men. 

-Rip Paz, the fandom tries to tell me you weren’t a bitch but I don’t buy it. You totally were. Justice for Trudy, who was way cooler.

-Wait, did Spider do drugs too? The needles are around his bed? Or did he steal his moms bed?

-Lol, Paz is in and out, there is SO MUCH Shameless in this story. You can't hide from me, bastard.

-YESS, THE FAST FOOD AU. 

-Also, Andrei, what is it about beating the natural joy and zest for life out of Spider that gets u off?

-Neteyam will lOVE fixing this guy tho. Spider is his wet dream at this point. 

-I actually know a kid in my grade who was placed with one of my family friends when he was seventeen, he is fantastic. He’s the oldest of like, seven kids and the littlest ones go to the elementary school I work at now. My mom works there too and she always says you can tell when this kid is home because the little ones are showered and on time, and he takes them to get haircuts and stuff. He used to walk 45 minutes to work every day. He’s a great guy but he doesn’t stay. He doesn’t let them drag him down. :/

-Spider, on the brink of death, unloved and abused and neglected, dirty and with one single tangle of hair: hi

Neteyam: that is my soulmate. 

I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One:

-WHATS YOUR DAMAGE THE FIC? That’s the one line I quote more from any other type of media. Every day I go “WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA??” 

-N E T E Y A M VS SELF ESTEEM. MAN MANAGES TO HATE HIMSELF EVEN IN THE FACE OF SPIDER. 

-Also the fear I felt when I saw Miles and Norm are best friends actually, I’m comforting myself like “no no, he meant Spider it’s okay.”

-The hilarity of getting rid of Lo’ak and Kiri who are the canonically closest to Spider and leaving us with Tuk and Neteyam and Jeytiri. That excited me lITERALLY SO MUCH. The fast food au did start with only Tuk and Neteyam, and that’s juicy. We are forced to develop and explore relationships that are underdeveloped in canon and are harder to justify as instant sparks. You took away his natural in canon support systems so he has to learn to develop even faster with the other Sully's and that is a banger idea.

-W H E E L C H A I R J A K E. God I love wheelchair Jake aus, I love making them positive because I don’t like the way the first movie just fixed his disability. Give me Jake Sully being a positive disabled male father figure in his kids lives, just as present and happy and in love with his wife while paralyzed then he would be with mobility. What creative stuff has changed in their lives to accomidate? I need to know.

-Delighted by this Neytiri pov, my god. I feel like less people than I need in my life just let Neytiri have no bad blood at all with Spider in modern aus. She would be all over a neglected child.

-GET THE STICKY TOYS, thats so cute. And useful, I need him to get the magnets some kids got stuck to the ceiling in the gym at my work.

-Tuk is already bullying Neteyam about liking Spider and he isn’t even there yet. I’m lOVING the little bits of the fast food au I spot. She is going to be a menace. And clearly Neteyam is a lovesick clown.

-He is indeed about to get the shit loved out of him, and that is what every Spider Sully writer says before writing their fic. 

-WHAT DID THE MCCOSKERS DO SPIDER, NORM SHOULD KNOW, THEN HE WON’T PLACE OTHER KIDS WITH THEM BUDDY.

-Love the descriptions of how Spider feels when Norm’s body relaxes, just noting the way he backs off. So specific and accurate to any abused child. That tension and hypersensitivity to anyone's emotions, even people you implicitly trust, like never goes away.

-Norm thinking someone didn’t let Spider pee in the bathroom is so tragic and funny I feel bad for laughing. 

-Spider: heart palpitations upon seeing Neteyam

Spider: NORM YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE WINGMANNING ME?

I am picturing Norm and Tuk in the back of a Burger King setting up an elaborate plan while Neteyam sighs and watches Spider from a booth while writing Neteyam Socorro on all of his notebooks.

-i am cACKLING. You’ve never seen rizz as strong or as intense as “MILES??” and “WHOS THAT? WHAT’S SCHOOL, I DON’T KNWO WHAT THAT IS?” Their dumb clown asses belong together.

-In all seriousness though, I can't imagine how humiliating it would feel to Spider to know some random acquaintance at school was now privy to all your personal problems and business.

-I want to know how often Neteyam frequents the local Burger King. He's probably so embarrassed at how ready he was to big brother this kid. He's gonna be like "looking hot today, uh, I mean, did you need help with your homework champ???"

-This is now like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Neteyam can call Kiri and Lo’ak on the phone and gossip about boy problems

-JAKE INTRODUCING HIMSELF AS A MILITARY MAN TO EVERY CHILD THAT GETS BROUGHT INTO THEIR HOUSE, NO ONE VETOED THAT SHIT?? Kiri hasn't been like "sTOP TELLING EVERYONE YOU LOVE THE MILITARY, YOU ARE EMBARASSING US."

-Also wow does Norm not know Spider’s dad was former military and he way not vibe with that at all?

-The way that Neteyam is still stalking Spider at McDonalds Or Burger King we can’t be sure. The mention of both places has sent me to space because it makes it seem like Spider used to work at McDonalds and then switched to Burger King and deeply obsessed stalker Neteyam Sully switched establishments to frequent.

-Spider’s fear of Tuk is hilarious and deeply sad, that is your bestie. 

-I LOVE love the idea of Kiri and Neteyam watching video essays. I love video essays, I wish my brothers did gOD. Also love a late night owl Neteyam head canon.

-Spider really is a wet rat. Have you ever actually seen a wet rat? The saying is so accurate. Kid was fed properly for the first time in years and then it killed him. Love kills Spider at first, as we have learned from all Spider Sully fics. He's like a dog eating chocolate, it's good, but at what cost.

[sevicia]

My ugly notes app monster that sucks so bad and I will probz delete when I wake up tomorrow

It's okay if you don't understand. I know you're not the brightest, I'll dumb it down for you. So-

She starts whining about not being dumb. I grab her hair and yank her head back, making her look straight into the water-damaged ceiling.

I don't appreciate being interrupted, especially when I'm trying to be nice.

I'm sure you've heard this before, but you've always been more beauty than brains. Sadly, you're not much of a looker.

I sigh and let go of her hair.

Her face is all scrunched up now; puffy, wet, disgusting. She buries it into her knees.

She tries to hide, to look brave, but I can tell she's trying not to cry from the way her shoulders shake – as erratic as her breathing; she won't be able to calm down no matter how hard she tries. I know this because I know her. I know she'll keep trying, dumb as rocks; unable to see past her own nose.

The knots aren't that tight– I left them a bit loose on purpose, hoping she'd try to escape so I'd have an excuse to chase her, push her down, really scare her, but it turns out I overestimated both her intelligence and her will to live.

She was so pretty, so lovely just a few hours ago, when I was still having second thoughts about all this, when my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my glass, when she was still smiling and looking at me fondly – like I was something worth looking at. No one had ever looked at me with such affection – any affection! – before, and that's how I knew she was kind! Kind, and pretty, and lovely, and so, so devastatingly stupid; so perfect and so easy for me to take, to ruin and rebuild into something even prettier – something better.

I sit down in front on her. She looks pale; sickly. Is her skin cold and clammy, or is she running hot and sweaty from the adrenaline? I can see for myself now, I no longer need to wait or ask. I reach for her ankle, slowly, trying not to scare her.

Clearly, it doesn't work; she tries to kick me off with far too much force, flailing and losing her balance, making herself fall over and hit her head – thud! – on the concrete floor.

I lean over, placing my hands on the ground so I can look at her face – the parts not covered by her hair, anyway. She spares me a single glance, then shuts her eyes tight and starts shaking all over again.

I raise my voice, louder than she's ever heard it before:

You lied to me! You told me I looked just fine, all those times – all those times, you lied to me!

She flinches and tries to deny it, but her voice comes out weak, and her eyes are still shut tight.

I didn't think it'd actually work.

Don't you lie to me again, don't you dare lie!

I lower my voice back to its regular volume. I make sure to sound incredulous, offended:

You can't even look at me.

She takes a big breath, but doesn't say anything. I can tell she's trying to calm down using breathing techniques.

I stay quiet for a bit, still looking down at her, and wait until her breathing's calmed down enough that she's not on the border of hyperventilation anymore before speaking again, now in the low, pitiful whisper she's always known:

Am I really so unseemly? Tell me. Please look at me. Please tell me I'm not.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

And now all I've got is a crumpled mess of a girl, clothes and hair almost as dirty as the floor she lays on– I haven't cleaned the place in weeks. I know how important hygiene is to her, after all.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

Stop fucking crying, you're ruining your make-up. I'm not into the whole "broken" look with the running mascara anymore. We've done it so much I thought you'd also be tired of at this point.

Seriously?

Your throat's dry because you refuse to ask for help. I'm the only one that can help you, you know? I have no way of knowing what you need unless you tell me. You need to ask for it.

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Why should I bring it to you? Where's your manners?

Please, -----

Okay, that's better.

I'm not getting you anything, though. Why? Are you stupid? You keep crying and crying and whining until your throat hurts – and you think you deserve water? How do I know you won't just waste it again?

I'm leaving, I'm too tired to deal with such an entitled little brat right now.

Maybe you should learn how to play nice and be grateful– yes, GRATEFUL, and quit interrupting me before I beat the shit out of you again. I work all day, you know that? I work day in and day out so I can make you prettier – we both know you need it.

Beauty's expensive, are you kidding? Then again, I keep overestimating your cognitive abilities, so I shouldn't be so surprised.

I work all day, every day, and then I come down here to be happy, to relax by looking at something nice – and I find you a disgusting mess, make-up ruined, snot all over your face, and still I try to be nice to you. I might even be going a bit soft. I can tell you've been pulling your hair out again, but I still bring you the foods you like.

Spoiled? I don't see how that makes any difference.

I toss away anything that's gone bad – and yet I keep the ugliest, nastiest and most rotten piece of meat around, even though it fucking reeks.

I'm being nice. I'll only say this once.

I suggest you stop telling me what to do with my trash.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

You'd be prettier if you knew how to behave.

[kinetic-elaboration]

June 22: Rainy Days

Ugh, this day. I’m pretty done with this week. It was short and I’m not prepared for the weekend but I’m also done with the whole thing. I think it’s partly the weather, which is a real drag and also an inconvenience, and partly just that I’ve seriously needed a vacation for like 2 months now, and partly just like poor self control and poor planning.

I left work early to avoid the thunderstorms that were supposed to happen, and I guess that was probably a good idea because it had just started raining when I got home, and it was pouring during the entire time I would have been commuting if I’d worked a full day at the library. But man, at what cost? I only worked at home for 90 minutes but it sucked. It sucked. I hate working from home. It is boring, it’s lonely, it’s unstimulating. And I brought my work laptop home because I thought that would make it easier, but what it has in speed and easily accessible work-relevant it loses in having the most obnoxious track pad and also being a pain in the ass to transport in my bag. I usually use it attached to a separate monitor, screen, keyboard, and mouse, and if I unplug it, it’s for fairly short periods of time. The track pad does not work for me for longer work sessions. It’s a different shape and placement than the one I’m used to, and it doesn’t have separate buttons to click on, so I’m always right clicking or moving to the wrong places, and the whole angle of it hurts my wrist. I don’t know. I just… I brought it home in part because it’s supposed to be thunderstorming tomorrow morning and then for most of the day and I thought I might remote work instead of going out yet again in a monsoon but… I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know how I did this for like 2 years. No wonder I have long term mental problems now (self-diagnosed). Right now, I’m leaning toward taking an extra set of clothes, accepting I will get very wet and have a shitty time generally walking in to work, and then just change when I get there. Hopefully I don’t get hit by lightning lol rip me.

Truly a capitalist dystopian nightmare. I don’t hate my job--I like it maybe too much!--and I actually do have a lot to catch up on after taking half of last week off but MAN is literally anything I’m doing or going to do tomorrow worth this? Is it worth walking through a thunderstorm? Was Wednesday worth getting so soaked I took 3 hours getting dry, people driving in with zero visibility, driving through water, leaving their kids at home in houses without power? Is it? For what? For what that couldn’t wait, just literally, honestly asking.

Anyway, I went to sleep late last night, through every fault of my own, and I was so fucking exhausted post-work that I just went to sleep. And I slept a long time. And then I woke up confused and guilty and hungry. I feel better now that I have eaten but it’s also stupid o’clock again. I’m going to pack a backpack for tomorrow, force myself to make a sandwich for lunch, ignore the dishes, skip a shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I feel bad about the stuff I did not accomplish this week and worried about the weekend, because of all the stuff I have to/was planning to do. But mostly I just feel sort of like shit. I want to sleep.

[hisdirtymutt]

02-16-24 Date 3

We spent Friday night and almost all of Saturday Day together. He's got the cutest puppy. Plus he's just so cute. So seeing them both together. Is oof. We had an amazing night Friday night. But all Saturday was pretty stressful. It's good to write about the good and the bad.

Friday night was the best anal of my life. He fucked my ass mercilessly like it was my pussy. And it was barely any pain. Omg his cock fits so perfectly in my ass. Like I was made to be his filthy mutt. And he woke up like every 3 hours to fuck me or make me suck his cock and it was hot. But I was really wiped and tired from all the play. But it was amazing.

Saturday started out stressful... We had gotten hot and heavy the night before and he had me go down on him and eat his ass. All amazing. But it was like a joint panic attack of us both being hella paranoid because my cold sore wasn't entirely gone. Like a red spot still. Even if mostly healed. And I don't wanna give him anything. We ended up taking a nice bath together to calm down. That was cute though. My Daddy is so fucking sexy and handsome and cute. Obviously biased. Fuck his body is sexy. He has a yummy cock. I love his tummy. And he has one of the cutest butts I've ever seen. Makes eating it so much better. 😈I hope we do foot worship soon.

The second thing was him giving me my first suppository. He wanted to turn me into his little stinker. And have more bathroom control power. No potty at Daddy's place. But it didn't set well with my stomach. Mainly because I kept trying to push and force it. But when I finally stopped it just happened so easily and naturally. But of course that was immediately when he put me in a new diaper. It's weird because I liked it. 😳🙈🤭 I want a redo. 😛

The third thing beyond the suppository not sitting well with my tummy. And the anxiety of the unknown of my first one is me having to call out. I did find it incredibly hot that since I was indecisive he chose for me. 🤭 He knew it was a limit I was okay with pushing and at least trying once. Now that I know what to expect there should be minimal or no anxiety with it. But anyways my tummy was hurting. I was dehydrated and dizzy and still had upset tummy. So I called out. Which won't happen again and he felt bad. And it wasn't ideal.

Fourth thing and the biggest thing was our first conflict sort of thing. And how we both handled it. But adhd brain wants to add that he peed on my clit in my diaper and made me cum twice and that was so hot. And last visit he peed in my diaper and had me wear it and that made me wet too. Anyways. Back to scheduled programming. Daddy ordered me to pee on his face. Well moreso not a force. And I froze up emotionally because I wasn't comfortable doing it but couldn't find the right words. And then I was gonna use the puppy pad. And I didn't know what I was doing. So it felt like he was disappointed in me and upset. It felt like he was kinda huffing off and angry after. By his body language. Even though he said was okay. So I thought he was upset and I upset him and he was upset about disappointment triggers too. It was a double land mine. I was emotionally shutting down a bit. He felt emotionally distant and almost cold. He wanted to get work done and not have an overnight anymore. But he was asking me what I wanted to do. And my headspace wasn't great. So we wasted a lot of time in conflict. Because I was in a bad headspace and wanted to go home because I thought staying would make it all worse. But because I was in a bad headspace due to the conflict and not wanting to end the night on a bad note I didn't feel okay to leave. It felt like a lose lose. If I went home my headspace wasn't great and had to deal with that alone. If I stayed then he would remain with extra stress over clean up and taking me home and not being able to be CG ish while he worked. Even though I was gonna nap or sleep and entertain myself. It was just a lot. It was very emotionally charged. We both could have done stuff different but importantly we got through it. We had time apart to process. And decided to keep moving. Even though my headspace was really hard to deal with for a while. I cried and reached out for emotional support and help. And I felt better.

I'm so excited for our journey. I love serving my Daddy.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 57 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

- Kalem -

I did something bad.

Something really, really bad. 

I couldn't remember every part of it, not that I wanted to.

All the parts I could see, the fire, the blood and the screams, seemed like a horrible dream but it wasn't.

It was real and it was because of me.

It had to be me because nobody else was here and I was kneeling on the only patch of red sand that remained from the desert that was now entirely black.

The sun had risen but I could barely see it through all the rising smoke.

The thick clouds were full of ashes that I prayed didn't belong to anyone good.

I prayed and prayed but the smell of burnt flesh was everywhere.

I told myself that the clan escaped and that they'd all gotten away before... they had to because these newly scorched lands had no life I could sense, no little traces I could feel in the wind or call on.

Nothing was alive for miles a-and I'd done that.

I drop my watery gaze back down to Lincoln, his body still limp in my arms.

Master never looked or felt so small as he did now.

He'd always been so strong and confident but now there was all this drying blood and he was so pale.

The only thing that stopped me from blacking out again was the thing that brought me back, the tiny, barely-there flutter behind his eyes that I'd spotted through the darkness.

That movement, that sign of life, had saved me.

It was small, I knew but it was something and right now, it was the only thing I had.

It was the only thing I had left to hold me together because if Lincoln was really gone... I was sure what I'd done here would only be the beginning.

But that wouldn't happen.

I wouldn't let that happen.

I just had to make sure Lincoln was okay and then I'd be okay.

Spreading wide before I can even ask them to, my wings ready themselves behind me as I get to my feet.

I'm careful with Master, holding him tight but with all the care he always used for me.

"We're going to be okay," I whisper to him in a promise I wouldn't break before I take to the skies.

I force myself to keep my wet eyes up, to look to the clouds instead of the grounds so I don't see it all.

It would hurt too much.

I could hurt later after Lincoln was okay and he would be.

I'd make sure that Master was safe and protected so that nobody would ever touch him again.

Nobody.

Today was day three and Lincoln still hadn't opened his eyes but he would.

He would because he promised to never leave me alone in this world and Lincoln always kept his promises.

The wound had healed.

It shut itself tight with new skin, leaving only a scar but I couldn't look at it or else it made my heart go cold again.

I couldn't sleep either because whenever I closed my eyes, the big shredded hole still flashed before them and it was like it was happening again.

But that was okay, I needed to watch over Master anyway.

I made sure to give Master lots of my blood, ever single day.

Blood helped make vampires stronger but Master wasn't getting any stronger.

I push that scary thought away as I reach over and fluff Master's pillow, fixing it the way he liked it so that he could be extra comfy in our safe place.

I worried that maybe Lincoln would want our bed but the castle wasn't safe, nowhere was safe if somebody could hurt Master again.

I'd only moved us once and that was after Zhoron found me.

I didn't think to try and hide us from him so he'd found us quickly but the first time he tried to come close, my magic had almost struck him down.

Nothing inside of me, not my good parts or bad, was willing to let a soul near my Lincoln, even Zhoron.

It was the same when he tried to bring Wenquie and Malcolm and especially with Arias, I wouldn't let a single person near us.

They wouldn't stop trying, so I'd moved us and put up a barrier so that nobody would be able to hurt my Master.

Tucking Lincoln in, I make sure he's cosy before I offer him a smile that quickly wobbles and shatters when he doesn't send me one back.

"I miss you," I whisper in a quiet cry that quickly becomes sobs.

I try to stop them but they keep coming anyway.

"I-I'm sorry for not coming b-back. I-I should've c-come home. I-I'm sorry," I cling to his cool skin, trying hard to make it warm.

"I-I'm so sorry, Lincoln."

Master doesn't even move a little, nor shift or flicker behind his eyes, he lies still just as he'd been doing for the last three days.

My mind tries to tell me that maybe I'd imagined it the first time, that maybe Lincoln really was gone but I don't let that thought settle, even though it makes my heart almost stop beating.

Again, that awful moment replays itself in my mind.

Lincoln had turned towards me with a smile on his face, one of his true ones that I hadn't seen in so long.

His usually guarded eyes were open with relief and joy that it was all over, and then... t-then the spear, all that blood and it felt like it might really all be over.

I should've protected him.

I should've taken care of him the way he always took care of me.

Lincoln would've never let me get hurt, never and even as strong as I'd become, I'd let someone else hurt my Master.

My apologies get all messy because of my sobs but I say them anyway while I squeeze Lincoln's hand, hoping he'd hear them so he could come back to me.

I promised that if he was upset with me, I'd do everything I could to make it better and never leave his side or let anyone ever hurt him again.

But no matter what I say, Lincoln doesn't wake up.

[mynerdcloud]

Want to be used so bad.

Filled with cum for my man, the only man who can see me like this.

My pussy nice and smooth, properly shaved and wet for him.

I’m pretending to be asleep, waiting for you to take his nightly showers after work. As the water starts to run, I would sneakily try to take my panties off under the sheets, placing myself in a way, my top is visible to give the impression I’m ready for bed and going to sleep.

But really I’d be fingering myself and trying to come only for him to come out of the shower for the warm air to hit my back, I’d do my best hiding the shower but he’d see it anyways. Realising I’m awake. Getting in slowly, behind me, i feel the blanket being lifted, i do my best to not react to the cold air, with my fingers still in my pussy.

I hear his deep breathing, he reaches over and pulls me my waist with his hand, making my fingers pull out of my dripping pussy, making it clench around nothing instinctively. I hear the noice or shuffling and the feel of his hands drifting south. The feeling of anticipation as realisation draws to him, how I’m not wearing any panties.

His breathing more rigged. He calls my name, calling me to his attention. I ignore it best i can. But then I feel him push me further into his lap, making me feel how hard he is. There he is, all because of me and me only. I’m his, and he is mine. I smile softly at that thought.

“Baby~” He breathes close to my ear, i feel him move and push his naked dick in between my legs, pushing it passed my pussy, and back. “Fuck babe, I can feel how wet you are, hm? Is this all for me.” Yes i wanted to say, but this was our game, I’d pretend to be asleep letting him use me as he pleases, so i keep my lips closed.

I hear his sexy chuckle, “always a game for you huh baby?” He says teasing me harder, pushing one of my legs up and behind me onto his hip. Giving him more access. Fuck, i bite my lips to stop the noise strangling out. His breathing in my ear doesn’t help, fuck i need him to touch me properly. I start to breath heavy, shoving my face into the pillow but he yanks my hair back forcing me to release the sounds out. “Don’t tempt me darlin, you won’t like the results. I’ve had a long and hard day. and the only thing that gives me my humanity is through your sweet, sweet sounds. Won’t you be a good girl and do that for me?” He reaches over pinching my nipple, forcing a yelp out of me. “Can’t hear you?”

“Yes.” I yelp as he slaps my tit. He pushes away turn me on the bed with him on top of me. In between my legs, the blanket over his shoulders and the cold air hitting my body, with my thin white shirt. I look into his eyes and notice a strange look i haven’t seen in a while. He is smirking. I don’t have time to react before he rips of my shirt. The cold air sending a shiver throughout my body, my nipples getting turned on and pointed right before he latches on to me covering me from the world with him and our cacoon. He circles his lips around my nipple, sucking and tugging. My hands instinctively reach for his hair, as i massage and run my hands through it. Releasing as much tension from him as I can. If we are a partner and need to make things work, we need to have each others back. Sometimes it can look like this, sometimes it can look mor wholesome. Right now, all i can think about is him, and us. Our world. He makes his way up to my shoulders and my neck, leaving sloppy kisses. I grow wetter as his dick grinds in between us. I let out noises, leading him on. Sometimes moments feel not only temporary but also spiritually connected like it’s deeper then what lust and love combined can put people through. Like a strong sense of trust and vulnerability deeper then sex, more then the urge of wanting him inside me, like our souls are intervening. “Baby please” I tell him.

“Please what?” He teases playfully. I catch a smile as he kisses me sweetly.

“Please I need you.” I say in between breaths.

“How much?” He says looking directly in my eyes, a direct connection for our souls, to combine.

“More then the urge to breath and live. All i want it you, all i need is you.” I whisper. He leans forwards at my request.

“This is why I married you darling. Only you understand me, only you were made for me. I’m lucky i saved myself for a you, every second is worth it when I’m with you.” He says his eyes tearing with raw emotion, more then I’ve ever seen before. I kiss his tears away.

“Me too baby, me too.” I feel my own eyes tearing up, as it were our first time, the emotions return. Our vulnerability emerging and creating such a force i feel it with each thrust. Our kiss shaky and emotional, i lean into his neck as he does mine. Fulfilling the sexual desires to be with each other. I hold onto him tightly, feeling such an intense rush flow through my body, i tense up, biting onto his shoulders to lessen the load of my tension. I feel him kiss my neck, sucking harder then before. Filling me up inside, before he collapses beside me, breathing heavy, wrapping his arms around my body

“I love you,” he says to me smiling lazily, i kiss him “and i love you my sweetheart.”

He smirks slightly before laughing, tickling my neck with his hot breath “what?” I ask.

He pats my lower stomach, “I forgot my condom, would that be a big deal for ya?” My eyes widen, my mouth agape.

“There is no way.” I say stunned, i lift the blanket and sure enough, he is naked, naked. Not even a single wrap. “Really?” I say smiling, my eyes watering.

“Yeah i know how much you wanted one, i wanted to tell you but you were playing your own little game, i just couldn’t help it.” He says kissing my temple. “I love you so much baby. I know how hard it is for you alone, and the dogs don’t fulfil your family dream but I’m ready. Where you go, I go.” I smile so much, i think my face breaks. Kissing him so hard.

I pull back breathless, “i love you so much, you won’t believe me even if I tell you.”

“Oh you don’t need to wifey, you can save that for our kids.” He says with the most gentle smile.

We spent the entire night talking about our lives and what we would name our kid. Our bond is only getting stronger.

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This is a teaser from my friends book, will release the name when she gives me permission to, follow for more updates.

Love yeah peoples.

[takenbyheartstrings]

ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

[cqsuanla]

fury shakes the rafters

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. And that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 

(inspired by jennifer’s body)

additional notes: mommy kink, dom/sub, bloodplay(?), dacryphilia, uhh pussy spanking, choking, unhealthy relationship, terrible aftercare

title from a song suggested by an anon: nobody by the crane wives

(ao3)

The light in the stairwell flickers, but it doesn’t make a difference, dim and dirty as it is. It buzzes distantly in your ears. You’re too focused on taking the steps two at a time to notice. You hold your groceries to your chest and fish your keys out of your pocket. If you were strong like Nat, you might just have knocked the door clean of its hinges with the force of your body. Instead, it crashes loudly into your wall, and you nearly fall on your face from the momentum. 

In a bid to gain purchase on your wall, you sweep your coat rack over, and you stumble over it. The clatter makes you wince — you hope she’s in a good mood. It’s hard for her to process stimuli when she’s weak. You scramble onto your hands and knees, shoving scattered boxes and cans into the grocery bag. 

Then, the rhythmic thud-thud of footsteps. You pause, exhaling as your eyes close. 

“Drink?” in a monotone. 

Yikes. You open your eyes, biting your lip. Steel-toed boots. You’ve told Nat a million times that this is a shoes-off apartment. She never listens, and you never argue more. Nat stays; she’s the only one who’ll stay. You can’t drive her away. 

Her right boot rises, scraping against the floor, and you flinch. It just kicks a cereal box away so it can nudge at the shopping bag. The way she says your name, evenly, firmly, has you blinking rapidly, has your hands automatically shooting to the bag, following her prompt. Thank god the bottles are fine. You don’t know what you’d do if they had shattered. 

You wiggle a beer out of the pack, and only then do you dare to make eye contact. 

“Hi,” you murmur. 

She gives you a brief glance, impassive, before snatching the bottle from your hand and returning to her spot on the armchair. “That fucking coat rack.” She flicks the cap off your side table, grungy and scratched up for this very reason. The cap bounces off the wall and disappears under the couch. “Just move it further in. You never listen.” 

You did, weeks ago. You don’t say so. 

The coat rack came with the place, and it was nice, so you refused to get rid of it. Nat hated it, hated that it was so close to the door in your already bite-sized entryway, but never enough to throw it out herself. But you did move it because her complaints were valid, and you wanted her to like being here with you, living here with you. Anyway, she stopped complaining afterwards. Not that you think she noticed — you supposed it was a minor inconvenience to her, the way a fly was, annoying when it was in your face but non-existent once it stopped bothering you. 

Quietly, you move your groceries to the kitchen island, putting everything but your new medical supplies away. There are dirty plates in the sink, which you’ll wash after you make yourself dinner. You wonder what she’s eaten – you’d just bought two new steaks, but Nat likes a bowl of strawberry ice cream now and then.

The TV channel switches in the background. Nat snorts, and you peek around the wall to catch a report on the gruesome series of murders that have been happening lately. People in the neighbourhood hardly went out anymore, too afraid of the dark now. It would scare you too if you weren’t well aware you’d never fall victim. Nat was with you, after all, and you were with her. 

You would be with her for as long as she’d let you. So, what if she was the monster in the dark? So what? It was Nat. Your Nat. She came back to you, talked to you, fucked you. It’s not like she was disembowelling you in some grimy alleyway. She kept most of the violence away from you because she cared. Anyway, like everyone else, she had to eat. You couldn’t fault her for that. 

You’re pulling the gauze out of its packaging when Nat scoffs loudly at the news. They must’ve insulted her because she clicks the TV shut, practically inhales half her bottle and flings the remote onto the couch. 

Then, she sets her sights on you, meek behind the counter, and raises an eyebrow. “Honey, the hall’s a mess. Clean it up.” 

You frown. “You’re still hurt.” 

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll eat tomorrow, and it’ll be fine.” 

You don’t think so. The longer Nat doesn’t eat, the worse it gets. It’s how she’s in this mess in the first place. Nat’s ethereal after a feeding, next to omnipotent. But the guy she picked to eat last week turned out to be some sort of track star because he had booked it at the first sign of trouble, and she’d been forced to retreat when the sirens started blaring. The day after that, she picked a local thug as her next meal, and she’d been caught off guard by the switchblade. So, here she is: slumped on your couch and stitched up sloppily. 

Her hair is limp, skin wane and dry, and in a bad enough mood that you can basically feel it every time you’re within a two-meter radius of her. 

Her physical weakness emboldens you a little, makes you think you can get away with a bit of stubbornness. You pick up the gauze and tape and round the corner. A car speeds by, high beam making Nat’s eyes glint a deep green in the dark. The green follows you the whole way until she has to crane her head around to watch you slip her tank top off a shoulder. 

Those eyes weren’t like that before when you first started dating. You don’t mind the changes, though. Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. 

“You don’t want to listen?” she asks, almost conversationally. 

You know better. You clench and unclench your fist. Shakily, you lift it and tuck a hair behind Nat’s ear, hoping foolishly that it will placate her. 

“Baby,” says she, like a gentle mother to a misbehaving child, “you should really listen.” 

You trace the bumps of her stitches, staring hard at her shoulder so you won’t have to see that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 

“At least answer me.” 

“No, Nat,” you mutter, undoing the bandages on her bicep. “I don’t want to listen.”

To her credit, she lets you fix her up. Methodically, silently, you clean her wounds and rewrap them in new bandages. She doesn’t get in the way unless it’s to take a swig of her drink. 

When you’re done with her arms and back, you move to her front. She’s got an ugly gash on her calf, bruised midway from where the man had kicked her bleeding leg. You imagine this is causing her the most pain, not just physically. Nat’s not great with sitting still. She’s independent to a fault, enjoying control to the point that it’s probably some sort of diagnosable complex, and this restriction on her mobility has her restless and irritated. 

Looking down at her, at the space between her knees, you wonder if she’ll cooperate with you. The last time you tried to clean her leg, she’d torn your duvet in half and has since refused to let you look at it. But Nat tilts her head, coy, and gestures toward the space in front of her with her bottle. 

“Scared?” she whispers.

You glance at her face just in time to catch her tongue tracing the jagged end of a canine. Mutely, you shake your head. She smiles wide.

“Liar.”

Of course. You’re always scared of her. For her, too. But you don’t think it matters; it doesn’t change anything. You just want to help her, be good for her. Anyway, she’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You refuse to take the bait, raising your eyebrows and wiggling the bandages in your hand.

“Fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she parts her legs. 

As if dealing with a feral animal, you move slowly, cautiously, afraid to make sudden movements lest she starts getting violent. You squat down and reach for the cuff of her sweatpants. 

“Ah, ah.” She slides the leg back, staring down her nose at you. You pause. “Kneel, baby.” 

Her eyes — did the ring of green get thinner? Your lips part, anticipation beginning to seep into your body, and you comply. Once you’re settled, looking up at her, she makes that same careless gesture with her bottle. A go-ahead. 

As you work, she shifts to put her beer on the table and then combs a hand into your hair. You tense, eyeing her nervously, but she only watches you, imperious, intense, and remains silent. Nevertheless, you pick up the pace, tossing the antiseptic aside and winding the gauze around her pale calf. 

She’s startlingly warm under your hands. Ever since… whatever happened to her — she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details — she’s run hotter than ever. You can’t sleep under a blanket with her anymore unless you’re shirtless; the heat would be unbearable. Not that Nat has any complaints about that. 

“All done,” you murmur. 

The lack of reaction from Nat gives you the courage to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the top of her knee. The hand in your hair rewards you with a gentle scratch, and you can’t help melting into a smile. She’s still got that air of arrogance about her when you look up at her, but she’s not glaring. Which is why it comes entirely as a surprise when she clenches a fistful of hair in her hand, yanking your head back, and slaps you clean across the face with her other hand. 

You take the full brunt of her palm with a cry, almost toppling over were it not for the grip on your hair. Your cheek burns, and so does your eyes. Mostly from pain, partly from the shock of it, maybe a little from shame when you realize you’re getting wet from the rough treatment. 

Nat tuts. “Crying already?” 

You imagine you look pretty pathetic on your knees for her, eyes glassy.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby; you know I can’t help myself.” 

“I just wanted to help.” 

“I know,” Nat says gently, tipping your head back again so you can see the false sincerity on her face. “You can fix this, you know?” 

Your eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing a mile a minute to puzzle out what she means. 

“Don’t think so hard. You’ll hurt yourself. I’ll show you how, dumb baby,” she coos as she nudges your chin with the knuckle of her finger, and you can’t help flushing deeply at that. Then, she offers a hand, and you take it, and she tugs you up into a straddle on her lap. “Come here.” 

You instinctively wind your arms around her neck, clinging on. Beneath you, she tenses and lets out a low rumbling sound that resonates deep in her chest. You inhale sharply. 

Teeth. Sharpened to deadly points. Poised over your neck. Nat’s breath comes short and hot against your skin, and her tongue, when it peeks out, drags wetly across your skin. 

This has happened once before; the first night she’d come back changed. Like before, she noses at your flushed skin, teasing you with the possibility of damage, and trails her teeth down to your traps. Back then, she hadn’t bitten you. She won’t now, you think, you hope. 

She sighs again, hovering over the meat of your shoulder and prodding her teeth against you. Doesn’t break the skin. 

“Don’t make it worse for yourself. Are you scared?” 

This time, you nod. Nat’s lips curve into a smile, and her hold on your thighs tighten enough to bruise. 

“You should listen, sweetheart,” she says against you. The front of her teeth scrapes over you when she speaks, leaving red marks behind. “I hurt you less when you’re good. Don’t you know?”

“How can you be in the mood?” you wonder, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “You’re half dead.”

“Barely.”

It would take a lot more to kill Nat like this. Anyway, how could you be in the mood when your girlfriend’s cut up like this? 

Nat stands abruptly, ignorant to your yelps and complaints, and dumps you back onto the couch in quick succession. Before you can even register what’s happened, she’s yanked your bottoms down to your ankles and has climbed between your legs. 

Even after that, you don’t get the chance to speak. She wraps her hand around your throat and pins you to the cushions. You grab onto her wrist.

Her body bears down, and you break into a sweat, in small part due to nerves, some part because she’s shoving her hand up your shirt to grab roughly at your bra, but mostly because she’s near scalding. You’re convinced her blood runs at a constant boil now. You’ve grown to love the heat, though. With her, pleasure comes white-hot, and you’d want it no other way. 

“Nat-”

“No,” she growls, and you get an eyeful of her monstrous teeth. She flexes both hands, cutting off your airway and squeezing your breast painfully. You whimper, wound tight as a coil. “Listen to me, baby.”

You look at her through hazy eyes. 

“Those eyes again. God, I love you like this.” Foolishly, your heart clenches at those words. She rucks your shirt up and claws her nails down your front. Beads of blood bloom from the thin scratches she leaves behind. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”

Her hand nearly crushes your throat closed, but then she releases you, and you suck air in desperately. Your hands, shaken off her arm, reach for the sides of her head. “Nat,” you croak, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips. “Nat.”

She shakes her head, descending on your chest. It hurts – badly. “Be good for mommy.”

“Mommy,” you gasp out, arching into her mouth. She ignores your pert nipples, electing instead to lick and suck at the burn between your breasts. “Please, please.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. Oh, her teeth are still out. “Hands above your head.”

You obey, another sad sound crawling out of your abused throat. 

The dark pits of her eyes drink in the sight of you, face crumpled in pain and need. A thumb wipes up the last of your blood, and she delights in smearing it across your cheek. 

“Messy baby, clean up after yourself. It’s basic,” she chides, thumb still rubbing at your face as if she were fixing up some runny mascara. “Be good now.”

You don’t dare to speak, just nod and look pleadingly up at her. Your core aches from neglect. 

She makes quick work of that, reaching down to feel the slick between your thighs. Humming, she smirks and very deliberately rubs her middle finger over your clit. You jerk up into her, mouth falling open even as you strangle your moan. 

“I could do anything to you, and you’d still want me.” 

Again, you nod. 

“Where did my little liar go?” she baits. You shake your head. “Say ‘thank you, mommy, for letting me breathe.’”

It takes you a moment to gather the brain cells and say: “Thank you, mommy.”

Her smile widens, teeth back to normal. “Again, for the lesson.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She brings her hand down on your cunt, full strength. You scream, jolting away from her. Well, you would have if she hadn’t pressed you down by the chest, entirely uncaring about the wound she’d left there. Tears leak out the sides of your eyes, trickling into your hairline. 

“Thank me for that too,” she demands.

“Thank you,” you cry around a hiccup. 

One more spank, and another, and another. Your legs kick uselessly against the cushions, body twisting after every awful smack.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Your hole clenches around nothing, slick leaking onto the couch. Then, two fingers dip into you, and Nat thrusts them up hard and fast. She’d shoved them in on a contraction, and it hurts for a second before she’s curling her fingers into the velvet of your walls. 

She makes a pleased sound. “Tight as always. Makes me want to tear you in half, baby.”

You stare up at the ceiling. “Th-” She starts up a fast pace, digging her fingertips into your front wall. “Thank you!”

Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the thunder of your heart. “We should try that big one.” Impossibly, your heart rate quickens at the thought, and you manage to shake your head. She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel, and music to your ears. “Maybe another time then.”

She sits up then, still working her fingers into your cunt, and moves her other hand to your mons. She pets gently over your labia, a sharp contrast to the vicious pace she’s keeping up. Your head spins. 

“My baby,” she breathes, “good enough to fucking eat.”

But she parts your folds to press her fingers into your clit, circling them once, twice, thrice, and you’re so close. So desperately close. 

She leans down, near delicate in her movements, and licks into your mouth. You taste copper and beer and the faintest sweetness. Urgently, you try to kiss back. 

If she’s mean, she’d pull back and deny you the chance to come with her mouth on yours. 

She must think that you’ve suffered enough, though, because she rubs her thumb at your clit and drives her fingers deeper into you, and you push up as far as you can into her body with a scream. You’re swallowed in molten heat, pleasure stripping away at you until you’re just bones on the couch. 

When you come to, Nat’s pulling out some bandages for your chest. You’re too tired to do or say anything, forced into silence by her dominance. 

She smiles at you, still not kind, but it doesn’t look bestial like before. Maybe just self-satisfied. She strokes your sweaty hair as she fixes you up, shushing you if you moan quietly from aftershocks or pain. You are in a lot of pain, bruised and scratched up as you are.

“Good girl,” she says when she’s done. 

Finally, you muster the energy to grab her hand and say, “Thank you.”

She lets you hold on for a few seconds before pulling away. “Sure.”

You wish she’d hold you for a bit, but you don’t vocalize it. She’s been through too much in the last few days; you shouldn’t burden her—

“Don’t be fucking needy,” she says, suddenly and harshly. Your face must have given you away. 

“I don’t mean to be,” you mutter, bringing your arm up to cover your eyes. Feeling stupid, feeling mad that you feel stupid, you say: “It would just be nice if you’d stay for a bit.”

A hand grabs your arm, yanking it away from your head, and you’re treated to a view of her scowl. “Where would I go?”

You didn’t mean it that way, but you don’t know how to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. “I-I don’t know.”

Out of nowhere, her hand slaps your cunt again, overstimulated, sore, puffy. You groan, curling in on yourself and hugging your knees to your chest. 

“Fuck, Nat.”

She takes the opportunity to sit down on the end of the couch, where your legs once were. The TV turns back on, and you hear her take a sip from her can of beer. “Clean up the hall later.”

At least she stayed.

[rexxdjarin]

Captain's Log: Chapter 3

Respite

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 7.8k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: Cleaning Rex up takes a lot longer than you planned. But this was a long time coming, nearly a month and 3 agonizing days, and you're certainly not complaining. He needs a little love right now a lot more than you know... Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut, oral giving and receiving (f and m), shower, sex (p in v), fingering, language, softdom!Rex, just a little rough hell who could blame him right now, tending to wounds, mentions of blood, mentions of death, discussions of loss, references to major character deaths, a little love and comfort.

The next few hours were positively agonizing. For both me and Rex. He had stripped down completely, his now wrecked clone issued skins balled up on the floor beside the soiled bandages. Though the sight of his body made me drool with attraction, the severity of some of his injuries meant I couldn’t risk acting on the feeling right this second. Which was proving hard to hold back after I successfully convinced him to take a warm shower to disinfect his wounds a bit. The ship was a garbage heap, but the refresher was shockingly well kept, and I wondered if this ship was owned by some species that didn’t need to bathe at all. Maybe some kind of droid.

I sat on the counter, the steam from the scalding shower fogging up the glass and preventing me from staring at the lewd sight of him dripping wet mere feet from me. I huffed in annoyance, earning a quiet chuckle from Rex that echoed inside the cramped space.

“I wouldn’t hate it if ya joined, cyare.” He offered, his husky voice dropping an octave and revealing just how much he wanted me too.

“I can’t, love.” I swallowed thickly, the arousal sharply hitting my lower stomach. “Not until you’re better.”

“Oh please…it’s not that bad…” He argued, trying his very best to convince me and coming dangerously close to succeeding.

“We haven’t even used the bacta yet, Rex. That first bit is going to sting. You’ve got kriffing blaster burns.” I folded my arms, at this point trying harder to hold myself back than I was scolding him. He would eventually need my help in there, I did have to apply bacta wash and then patches to spots he couldn’t reach.

He hummed slowly, nursing a bit of soap over the still oozing wound to his shoulder. “Come on…you gotta help me anyways.” He said, echoing my exact thoughts. He swore loudly, pulling a few now blood-stained fingertips away from the wound.

I sighed, knowing he was right and too smart to argue against. I stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly beside the towels I laid out for him. Lucky I remembered to grab them from home. Well, what used to be home. I shook the nostalgia of my beautiful apartment bathroom away and opened the shower door.

He stood under the stream of water, pouting the longer he was forced to actually deal with his injuries for once. Little clear droplets dotted his tanned skin, finally clean of the grime and rubble from the crash. His long, dark eyelashes stuck together; the shimmering droplets caught atop them drawing my gaze to the way the deep amber of his eyes reflected in the fluorescent light of the fresher. Dark brows, contrasting his uniquely blonde hair, pinched together as he grimaced, hissing through gritted teeth at the way the soap penetrated his open wound.

I blinked stupidly before him, still stunned into silence like it was the first time I was seeing him in all his bare glory. The water began soaking my hair, dripping long trails of menacingly hot water down my torso. “Hi.” I breathed out, holding back the urge to pounce on him the way I was used to. Instead, I placed very hesitant palms on his solid pecs, the one part of him that wasn’t overly affected by the battle. I was all at once immensely thankful to that plastoid armor for protecting him.

His strong forearms wrapped around my sides, his hands gripping at the small of my back. “Hi there. See something you like?” He smiled, really truly smiled, for the first time since I arrived. Despite all he’d been through and all the pain, I was so grateful he could still find it in him to light up like this. He was so strong, a rugged and immovable force, but with me he was so incredibly delicate, just innately knowing how to be gentle and soft with the things he found beautiful.

“Yes finally.” I retorted. I slid my palm up his chest and ghosted my fingers along the edges of the wound on his shoulder. “Does it still hurt?” I whispered, glancing up at him fondly. The pace of my breathing quickened, my lower lip quivering nervously as I empathized with the pain he was enduring. Physically and mentally.

His jaw dropped, releasing a deep sigh. Nimble fingers reached up to my face, guiding a few dampened strands out of my eyes and resting his palm on the side of my head. “Now that I’m looking at this pretty face again…not so much anymore…” He drifted off, letting his eyes explore the changing expressions on my face. I knew he was going to try to get me to give in and let him take me however he wanted. I didn’t want to fight him on it, not after the hell he was put through. I was just about to relent and give him permission to delight in whatever parts of me he wanted when he suddenly pulled my lower back toward his hips with his forearm. He curled his rippling biceps into a tight hug around me, standing tall enough over me to rest his chin on the top of my head. His broad hand tucked my head onto the plane of his chest, right above the thumping rhythm of his heart.

I listened to him settling into our position, slowly rocking us back and forth under the gentle lull of the water. I curled my fingers tightly against him, instinctually trying to grab onto plastoid armor he wasn’t wearing. It was all going to be different now. Nothing would be easy. We were on the run for the foreseeable future, maybe forever. This wasn’t happening the way we both dreamed it up. But I couldn’t help smiling a little. We were still in this together. Rex would be fighting an entirely different battle now and I was actually a part of that. Instead of waiting in an apartment alone hoping he makes it home to me, we were in this together. Home was wherever we went now. And there was so much more comfort in this dingy beat-up ship than there ever was in the empty space he was always assigned but rarely ever in at my old luxurious Coruscanti apartment.

“Rex?” I posited, not so much a question, but just a way to get his attention.

“Mmm?” He replied, the roughness of his knuckles rolling over the skin of my waist.

“We’re never parting again. Ever.” I paused, pulling away to meet his eyes with a seriousness and intensity I hoped he’d pick up on.

“Never. Not even for a second.” He kissed my forehead and stretched his shoulder. “But I think I’d like you to cover this up now. It fucking stings, baby.” He grunted uncomfortably. I nodded, reaching up to angle the shower head and let the water run over it.

“Looks pretty clean now. The rest of your wounds will heal. But this one’s gonna take time. Can’t strain yourself too much using it for a while. Definitely going to mess up your impeccable shot.” I joked, bumping him playfully with my hip.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m a good shot with both arms. I don’t wield dual pistols just because. I am considered elite, remember?” He rolled his eyes, running a finger along my jaw and tapping the tip of my nose.

I smiled wickedly, the arousal starting to pool up in my lower tummy again. “That’s true. You are very good with both hands.” I bit my lower lip and ran a fingertip down the front of his torso, tracing the letters of my name on each ab muscle.

“Exactly.” He agreed, lifting an eyebrow at me, reading the darkening of my pupils well enough to know where my mind was going. “Fix me up and I’ll show you. Though I don’t think I have to remind you.” He all but threatened, stepping closer to me, and running his open palm over the swell of my ass.

My breath hitched in my throat as he pressed impossibly further into me. Both of our soaked bodies slipped against each other perfectly, the lack of friction adding to our frustrations. I tipped my chin up and opened my mouth to speak only to be shut up immediately by his lips closing around mine. He kissed slower than usual, like he was really trying to savor and enjoy every last second of me. The fresh stubble he hadn’t had time to remove grazed across my skin, creating a deliciously rough sensation I wasn’t used to from someone so deliberately clean-cut.

I giggled, “it’s kinda nice…when you don’t shave.” I mumbled between gasping breaths, the feather light weight of his kisses still siphoning the air from my lungs. He smirked against my lips, pulling away from me and running fingertips along my jawline. He curled his index finger underneath my chin and lifted with his thumb so my face met his eye level.

“That’s good to hear. It’s gonna have to stay this way for a while. I figure it’ll be easier to hide if I don’t look as much like me.” He explained, rolling his eyes in annoyance at the sudden necessity to blend in. Which was hard for him as a very prominent, recognizable, and starkly blonde Republic war hero. His brothers alone would know him instantly. It was smart of him to come up with a plan already.

I grinned devilishly imagining how good the burn of his facial hair might feel down there. “Well then I think I need to get a little more familiar with it.” I lifted myself up on my toes, craning to crash my lips into his again. He settled his good arm against the shower wall, bracing himself to lean down into me. He corralled me between his powerful and delightfully bare thighs, guiding his hardening length dangerously close to where he knew it belonged.

I gently nibbled his lower lip, pleading with him silently to speed this up. We hadn’t been together like this in too long and the aching need was threatening to overtake me if he didn’t do something about it quickly. “You need me so bad huh cyare...” he whispered, pulling back from our kiss to lick slowly up my neck. The very tip of his tongue flicked against my overheated skin, cooling me from the burn of the shower still running down us both.

“Yes.” I mewled helplessly, as his hands softly caressed my collar bones and down the curves of my chest. The pad of his thumb brushed over my nipple, immediately reacting to his touch and sending a shiver along my spine. He marveled at the sight of me trembling in anticipation before him. It had been a while.

As much as Rex was known to be a man of civility and unparalleled restraint, after the events of the last few days, I knew he’d be desperate and touch starved for me and me alone. There was nothing that fueled him, that kept him battling even if he was inches from the brink of death, more than loving me did. Of that I was sure. He made it known as much as he could, whenever he could. Now that he’d survived the worst day of his life, there was nothing else he wanted more than this. I was all that was left of what he held dear. He was standing before me ready to bare his all to the only emotion he knew was safe to feel anymore.

“I need you too.” He uttered, in the softest, raspiest whisper he could. His palm flattened atop my breast and gripped onto it firmly, kneading it in his hand. He rested his forehead on mine, using his still very sore shoulder to guide his hand to the side of my neck. “Let me show you how much.” He kissed just below my ear, my weak spot, before traveling down my torso. Open mouthed, amorous kisses swiped along my body as he lowered himself to his haunches before me. His calloused palms slid sensually down the wet skin of my sides, hungrily admiring every curve under his masterful hands that knew me so well. Warm, twinkling amber eyes shot up from beneath his brows furrowed with concentration as his hands slid between my thighs.

I instinctively spread my legs further apart, his hand tenderly gripping the flesh there that no one ever saw but him. I sighed out, the noise getting lost in the sound of water sprinkling from the shower head. He grunted in response, the lewd sight of me falling apart 2 inches from his face making him all the more eager. Nails dug into my thigh and his mouth followed, nibbling gentle little love bites across the skin. I tipped my head back onto the shower wall, the cheap glass rattling and echoing inside the cramped refresher. “Oh Rex…please. Touch me. Please baby.” I whimpered.

Suddenly, he lifted my leg off the floor, letting it dangle atop his uninjured and gloriously broad shoulder. “Shhh easy. I’ve got you mesh’la.” He whispered, “always such an impatient little thing.” With two nimble fingers, he spread my folds and his lips surrounded my clit. All the pressure and fear from the last few days melted away. He licked just as slowly as he kissed earlier, the pressure of his tongue against my throbbing bundle of nerves sending me into a frenzy. I was quickly losing control, my slippery hands unable to grip any part of him or the wall behind me.

“Mmmm f-feels…so…good. Can you blame me for being impatient for this?” I whispered between the controlled heaving of my lungs, my chest now rising and falling as he leisurely lapped at me. The twisted knots of fear and arousal were untangling with every twirl of his tongue. He hummed in response, changing direction and dipping in for a taste of the wet heat he’d been creating since the second he undressed in front of me.

The fresh stubble along his chin prickled against my increasingly sensitive folds, the only delicious friction I could get while being this drenched in the shower. I bucked my hips softly into his mouth, pleading for him to increase speed, pressure, moan. Anything. The pleasure was only rising, not being quelled at all by the soft, languid movements of his mouth.

“Tastes so good. Could do this forever. Want to do this forever.” He rambled, tipping his chin forward to finally drag a long, flat stripe up my folds. I let a long, drawn-out moan escape, reverberating off the metallic walls of this trash heap of a ship. My entrance spasmed as he dipped his tongue inside it, lapping up the juices that were leaking down my thighs. Flutters tickled inside the pit of my stomach carrying me higher toward my climax. I reached a needy hand out toward him, motioning for him to let me hold onto some part of him and still being mindful of his hurt shoulder.

His hand met mine almost instantly, lacing his broad fingers between my noticeably smaller ones. He smiled against my sensitive skin, the stubble on his cheek scratching me feeling oddly pleasurable. My thighs were trembling from both holding up my bodyweight for so long and from losing control of my senses as he passionately consumed his fill of me. “Rex I’m- I’m close.” I moaned, squeezing his hand tightly to signal him.

“I know. Spend enough time down here…I can always tell.” He chuckled, the soft licking now replaced by all-encompassing deep dives inside with his tongue. His big, desperately lust filled brown eyes flicked up, “cum baby. I want to see how pretty you look when I lick you all up.”

Heat roiled in my lower stomach like hot lava on Mustafar, drenching his open mouth below. “Fuck. Y-yes Captain.” I whimpered, his title falling from my lips like this making his eyes roll back in his head slightly. He picked up the pace, thrusting the pressure back onto my sensitive clit. Suddenly, the empty space inside me that his tongue once occupied was being prodded open by two wide fingers. I squealed, pushing my hips down onto them slightly and earning a garbled groan from him.

“Fuck…good girl being so tight for me. You take my fingers so well.” He whispered, burying his fingers inside me to the knuckle and pressing up on a spot that made me see stars. He pulled them out slowly, watching the hole spasm at the loss before twisting his wrist and pushing back in again. “Maker I can’t wait to fuck you…” He ran his tongue harshly against my clit once, twice, three times and I was gone. My walls were locking down, my mind clearing itself of all the stress and fear and pain of the last few days. It was like hurtling through hyperspace, the dazzling and dizzying feeling of bliss only comparable to the sight of the blinding out-of-focus star trails that whizzed by me on my way here. On my way to him.

My mouth dropped open as the feeling washed over me. I arched my back forward and moaned his name over and over again as he kept lazily brushing over my now overstimulated center. The pool of heat burning inside me finally boiled over, spilling out of me as my climax shuddered through me. He buried his face in it, lapping up every drop like it was the only thing he needed to survive. The bridge of his nose brushed up against my clit, prolonging the delightfully agonizing reaction. My eyes, hooded with exhausted arousal, connecting with his and exchanging comforting and loving glances as he reveled in the enjoyment he brought me.

“Stars I-I missed you.” I breathlessly declared, giggling happily in the intoxicating aftermath of what we’d done. He gently eased my angled thigh off his shoulder and onto the floor again, steadying me on legs that were creaking from fatigue. He eased himself up, gripping my hips and ensuring I wouldn’t collapse in front of him. His body pressed into mine, his lower torso brushing his very ready cock against my thigh. A gentle thumb rested on my chin, slowly prying open my bottom lip. He crashed into me desperately, the slowest passionate kiss enveloping my mouth and making fresh surges of arousal build in my tummy again. I could taste myself all over him, mixing in with his own unwavering desire that overtook me the longer he kissed me.

He broke the kiss and rested his palm on the small of my back. “You’ll never have to miss me again. I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered, his gruff tone conveying a determined promise to me, but with flickers of sadness. Part of him was just happy to be alive to see me again. But that didn’t erase all the other parts of who he was. He was a soldier without a purpose now and a captain without men to lead. He had me, finally had me, in a way no one could ever take away. Yet, he felt a hole in his soul the size of thousands of men. Each tear in the fabric of his reality was in the shape of a different brother he lost. Some old, like Fives, Tup, and Hardcase…but most new, like Vaughn, Kix, and Jesse. He was going to carry the weight of their loss, his love for his brothers in his heart, in the space next to his love for me, until the day he died. Every second he spent loving me, he put a little bit aside for them. If they couldn’t live, he would live for them. If they weren’t here to experience how much he loved them, truly loved them, he’d love their memories, each and every one of them. His promise to never leave me behind again was as much a promise to me as it was to all of them.

I tipped my forehead to his, staring into the guilt brimming his eyes. Even though he was happy, he was still sad. Profoundly and a little hopelessly sad. “I know. We never leave each other. Love never dies, Rex.” I uttered, the seriousness of my tone immediately conveying that I knew we were talking about more than just us.

“Those who love us never really leave us. General Kenobi used to say that…” He drifted off, thinking about what could’ve happened to him for probably the first time since this all happened. I reached forward and turned the shower off finally, pawing at his chest to follow me as I opened the door into the fresher. I shivered, the cold air of this moon filtering through the ventilation shafts turning my overheated skin to ice instantly. I scrambled to find my towel, wrapping myself in it and hearing a disgruntled sigh from Rex, unhappy he couldn’t stare at my naked frame anymore.

I reached for his towel, handing it to him and kissing his cheek softly. “He’s right.” I replied, slipping my hand in his and helping him dry off. He was still obnoxiously hard and I couldn’t tear my mind away from his aching need no matter how much I needed to talk him through this.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to jostle the rambling thoughts out of his way. He winced, the sudden movements reminding him that his shoulder wound still needed tending to. He reached forward to grab the bacta patch from the counter, but I got to it first. “Let me do it. I’m going to take care of you now, ok?” I commanded, his eyebrows raising at my unusually dominant tone.

“Isn’t that usually my job?” He retorted suggestively, trying to slip his hand into the towel precariously perched on my chest just so.

“Yes, Sir. But you really need me this time.” I giggled, unwrapping the patch from its protective covering and placing it on his oozing wound. He hissed both from the contact of the healing patch doing its job and because I rolled my hips forward into his hard length.

“Mmmff…d-don’t do that…or I’m gonna take that control b-back…real quick.” He jerked slightly, his hips rolling forward for more as I slid him between my thighs slowly.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Nothing I can’t handle…” I shrugged playfully, rolling my entire body forward and letting the towel slip off in a heap below us.

He chuckled, both hands sliding down the curve of my backside and resting on my ass. He motioned for me to jump and I obeyed, leaping into his arms and feeling his wide hands splaying out to catch my thighs in his grasp. “Hmmm now that this bacta is doing its thing…I can do a lot more…give you something you can’t handle alright…” He growled, burying a teasing kiss into the crook of my neck.

“Well, we better have somewhere more comfortable to go…I am not about to let you fuck me in this cramped fresher.” I laughed, tossing my head back to give him more access to the open skin. He took it, licking hungrily up the side of my neck and sucking a massive purple bruise right underneath my jaw.

“I think you’d let me fuck you anywhere, you nasty little thing.” He teased, his right palm squeezing my ass tightly. He kicked open the fresher door behind us, the somehow even colder air prickling my exposed skin. I hissed, arching my back in shock and pushing my chest impossibly deeper into his.

“C-cold.” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and cuddling into him tightly. He was always so beautifully warm somehow, as if the rippling muscles underneath could generate enough heat to warm the whole ship. I curled into his neck, peppering light and sweet little kisses along the taut veins here that I usually never had access to. He was so much easier to reach without those damn turtleneck shirts they were made to wear. He hummed in delight, maneuvering my body around so he could hold my bottom half with one arm and curl the other around my back in a cozy hug.

The only part of me that wasn’t freezing was the undeniable heat stirring between my legs, where his throbbing length was now protectively sheathing itself. It felt so good to have him like this. Skin on skin. Not even doing anything yet, just raw and exposed to each other without having to worry about any interruptions at all. It was totally unfamiliar territory for us, but definitely not unwelcome.

He was almost purring at my touch, affectionately gripping me close to him, undoubtedly running the very same thoughts in his mind. This was our normal now. No one was going to call him away, no one even knew he was alive. As guilty as it made him feel, he was desperately learning not to care. To be a little selfish for once in his life.

After a few moments of soaking each other in, he stammered “there’s living quarters just underneath the cockpit. Haven’t had much of a chance to check it out yet.” I lifted my head, turning toward the direction of the room and motioned in acceptance.

“Let’s go break it in then.” I smirked, slowly rotating my hips around where his center was firmly resting against mine.

“Y-yeah. Don’t have to convince me.” He gulped, breaking into a run almost and slamming his palm into the doors control panel. The doors whooshed open behind us, random junk clattering in a heap as it lost contact with the door it was propped up against.

The room was fine, two bunks right over the other were in the center of the room. Walls on either side had rows upon rows of shelving filled with droid parts, tools and other lightly used spice paraphernalia. Posters of various bounty hunters and pretty, popular underworld women of all species covered any flat space on the metal walls. I even spotted some weapons tucked in a cabinet next to the bed. Whoever owned this ship was definitely no diplomat and probably not someone the republic would have considered savory.

I turned back around, his eyes roving over my body still clinging to him instead of at the junky, abandoned room we were to call home now. “This ship was definitely owned by pirates or something.” I casually declared, blinking innocently as if I’d completely forgotten about him stroking his needy cock through the slick he’d already coaxed out of me once.

In an instant he was crossing the room, not so silent footsteps echoing off the metal floor, as our intertwined bodies approached the lower bunk. He set me down gently on my back, sliding his palms from where they were holding my thighs to around the curved joints of my hips. He gripped tightly, eyes glued to my legs lazily spread open in front of him.

“Stars I wanna fill you up so bad. Look at you…so ready and willing. All mine. You’re so good, cyar’ika.” He rambled, his rough palm slipping against my thigh and pushing it down against the mattress, angling me just to his liking.

I slipped my bottom lip between my teeth, instinctually biting down on it to keep my moans quiet. Force of habit. Nobody was around to hear us. I scooted myself closer to where he stood beside the bed, thighs against the edge and weeping cock stiffly hovering just above the sensitive bundle of nerves he’d already spent plenty of time on today.

I eased myself up to a sitting position, both my arms holding me upright and inching my face close enough to allow him to kiss me again. His pupils dilated, dark centers of his amber eyes ominously threatening me with unbridled desire. I met his menacing gaze with an innocently sweet smile, countering his intensity with a calculated shyness I knew he loved. He could see past the demure, starry-eyed, loving little thing I was presenting as for him. “I’m always ready for you, Captain.” I whimpered softly, running a gentle hand up his chest. He stood unwavering, though the increasing heaving of his broad chest gave away how much this actually was affecting him.

Suddenly, I dropped the act, clawing my nails into his good shoulder and letting the indisputable urge for him flood through me. My own eyes darkened to match his and a sultry snarl emitted from my lips, “Come and take me. I’m all yours.”

He growled deeply in response, pushing my knees down to the mattress and stretching me wide open for him. Without missing a beat, he plowed deep into me, his cock instantly piercing me at the deepest part of my insides. I choked out a loud moan, an almost back-breaking pressure making me arch up off the mattress and into his chest now hovering above me.

I was suffocating around him, an impossible tightness gripping him like a vice. He could do nothing but swear profusely as he stood motionless, gathering himself and letting me adjust to him. As if I ever could. He’d never, ever felt this mind-numbingly large and good inside me and he hadn’t even moved yet. “fuuuuck.” He hissed out, his fingertips in a bruising grip on my hipbones. “you’ve never felt so f-fucking good” His raspy, deep voice broke, muttering strangled mando’a words as my walls spasmed around him.

I couldn’t say anything, my thoughts consumed by the all-encompassing feeling of him jammed in me to the hilt. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in my head as he dragged himself painfully slowly out of my hold on him, only to recoil back inside with absolutely brutal strength. “Rex…” a soft moan of his name all I managed to whimper out as he started rocking into me in a downright ruthless rhythm.

“Maker, so- so fucking wet and tight from before. You like when I take care of you like that? You like it when I let you cum like that?” He grunted, reaching a hand up to curl into my hair and pulling, giving him better access to my neck. I nodded in response, reaching a hand up to touch his face only to have him grab it and pin it to the bed beside me. He scolded me with a gentle tsk, “speak up. I want to hear you this time.”

“Yes Captain, I do. I always do.” I croaked finally finding it within me to make words again. I gave in, allowing him to take my other hand, both my wrists now locked above my head under his grip.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.” He muttered, placing a gentle kiss to my lips as a reward before speeding up again. His hipbones met mine faster and faster each time, the lewd noise of his sweat slick thighs meeting mine sending another rush of heat into my core. He chuckled, enjoying my body’s visceral reaction to his praises. “Now- unnffff- you’re gonna let me fuck you into this bed like the good girl you always are.” He commanded, his rolling hips sending the tip of his cock careening into a perfectly sensitive spot at the top of my insides.

“Y-yes. Maker- Rex! Please baby. Need you to.” I begged, rocking myself back into him to allow him to reach that spot a few more times. He let go of my hands, cupping his palms underneath the hollows of my knees and lifting my legs upwards. His strong biceps flexing as he pushed my legs down to the mattress, bending me in half. The new position allowing him to push impossibly further into the back of my wet and flushed heat. He moaned loudly, tipping his head back and shutting his eyes briefly as he relished in the new sensation. He was laser focused, dark eyes piercing into my soul with powerful determination. He was chasing the intoxicating feeling of drowning himself inside me, the blissful high that quite literally cleared his mind and fucked the pain, any pain, away.

A strangled, low-pitched groan left him as I jolted around him, my body dangerously close to its breaking point. “D-don’t you dare. C-cum yet.” He barked through gritted teeth. I knew he wanted us to do that together, it’s what he loved most. But at the pace he was going I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Rex I-I can’t…I’m unnnf-“ I whined, feeling myself beginning to flutter around him. His eyes went wild at my defiance and he slipped out of me just as quickly as he’d shoved inside. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my knees before him.

He gripped my lower jaw with his hand and forced me to look up at him, “Since you can’t be a good girl and behave yourself, do what I ask…I’m gonna fuck your pretty little mouth instead.” He teased, leaning down to place a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to my swollen lips. “And if you touch yourself before I say I’m gonna make you wait even longer to cum again, my pretty girl.” Two blunt fingers pried open my lower lip, running them across my tongue.

I did already cum once. It was only fair. But I was as needy and impatient as he was. It had been too long. I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked off of them with a wet pop. “I thought I was always first.” I replied, echoing his favorite little phrase back to him before enveloping his wet fingers in my mouth again.

He laughed wickedly, burying his fingers in my hair and forcing me downward toward where he really wanted my attention. “That’s supposed to be my line, cyar’ika. I break that rule when I feel like it.” He scolded, his other hand bringing his pounding cock to my lips. The dark swollen head was slick with a mixture of him and I, slippery enough for me to take down my throat with no effort. My eyes shot up at him, glaring down at me threateningly, commanding me to do as he asked.

He was aching, the long vein pulsing from base to tip, the flow of blood making his cock jump excitedly. I eased forward and suckled the tip gently, the pressure from my hollowing cheeks pulling delightfully at the taut muscle. I moaned around him softly, enjoying the wet mess I’d already made all over him.

He moaned deeply, closing his eyes briefly to revel in the sensation of my mouth on him, something he always wished for and always thought about whenever he was away. I slurped down on him suddenly, sliding the entire drenched thing right down my throat. He tightened his grip on the back of my head and hissed, his other hand stroking my neck and gently reminding me to look up at him. Always look at him. His most favorite view was my pretty face with my mouth full of him. I swallowed around him, the muscles contracting pulling him deeper into the hollow of my throat.

“Good girl. Oh- maker that’s so good.” He whispered, slowly beginning to roll his hips in and out of my mouth like this. “Stay just like this. Want to fuck your beautiful face just like this.” He muttered, the hardened edge to him faltering a little at the blissful feeling of me around him again. I hummed my confirmation earning another delighted sigh from him. The pounding veins pulsed against my lips, my tongue swirling around the shaft as he picked up the pace. His hands tangled into my hair, gripping to hold me in place as he thrusted into the wet heat of my mouth and bottomed out in my throat.

The coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled my nose, my eyelashes fluttering against the skin as his tip slid harshly into my gag reflex. I whimpered, my mouth choking closed around him. He let out a loud, garbled moan and pulled back, strands of saliva mixed with my own juices leaving a trail behind it. “Missed you, Rex. Missed how you taste so much.” I whispered. I ran a delicate hand up his thigh, the muscle contracting with restraint as he held back the release he so desperately needed.

He released his intense grip tangled in my hair and slid his palms down to my shoulders, steadying himself. I leaned forward and flicked him with the tip of my tongue, collecting the beads of pre-cum dripping from the slit. He looked down at me worshiping his still needy cock and his lips twisted into a loving smirk. “Miss you always. Look at you. So pretty when you’re cockdumb for me. My pretty filthy girl. Fucking love making you like this.”

I giggled in delight, wrapping my hand around his cock and gently stroking him. “Love doing this for you, Captain.” I smiled, taking him in my mouth again slowly without breaking eye contact.

“That’s right. That’s my girl.” He praised, brushing my hair back for me and gathering it in his hands. I bobbed my head down, sucking against him hard and releasing with an obscene pop. The longer I did this, the less time he’d last. And I was tired of waiting.

With a devious wink, I licked down his shaft, twisting over the head with my palm, before dipping lower to suck one of his balls into my mouth. His entire body shivered, a high-pitched moan echoing around the room. “Oh - osik - mesh’la…” Before I could do the same to the other one, his hands were gripping my shoulders and shoving me back onto the mattress.

I spread my legs apart, obscenely inviting him back inside. “Rex…need you. Fill me up. Please. Need to feel you everywhere.” I begged. In a flash, he leaned his body over me, maneuvering his hips between my open thighs. He rested his forehead on mine and stared into my soul as he shoved his slippery cock past my quivering opening again.

His breath was hot in my face, his mouth dropped open in delight as he watched my face contort at the feeling of being filled by him. I closed my eyes tightly as his throbbing cock somehow stretched me more than he ever has. Both his hands settled against my cheeks and he kissed me deeply and desperately. “Mesh’la. Look at me. - Fuck - look at me. Right at me.” He practically begged, returning to a powerfully slow but brutal rhythm with his hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and braced my open palm onto the back of his neck.

My eyes flicked open to meet his gaze and I let out a sharp cry, the burning coil in my lower belly returning with a vengeance that only he could tackle. His eyes were brimming with tears, pupils dilated with unbridled lust. His honey brown irises reflecting nothing but powerful love dazed devotion to me. My breath hitched in my throat, a strong and deep-rooted passion spread across where my chest met his.

In that moment, it had hit him. He almost died. He almost lost this. He never thought he’d live to see me again. He was exposing everything he feared, all the pain he felt, to me. Fucking me like it was his last night alive because for him, it almost was. He loved me. Truly, deeply, selflessly, loved me. He couldn’t say it in so many words right this second, but he wanted me to feel it. To know how intensely he loved me.

His galaxy shattering dedication to me was his sole respite to the only life of endless war that he had ever known. And after all this time, all the battles, endless sleepless nights missing this and wishing this was his life instead of what he was given, burying deep inside him the only truly selfish thing he had ever allowed himself to want, right here was where he found his footing. Right here in my arms is where his previous mission ended and his ultimate one began.

The feeling blooming between us was so intense that it sparked a renewed urgency in both of us. My walls contracted tightly, almost to the point of discomfort. The powerful thrusts of his cock into the collapsing space made me feel his every last vein and twitch inside me. I didn’t have enough air filling my lungs to even allow sounds to come out. I clung to him, resting a hand against his jaw and mindlessly open mouth kissing his lips while he lost himself within me.

His hand shifted down between our bodies, fingers twisting perfectly trained circles along my sensitive clit. Tingling spread throughout all my limbs outward from my center. Finally finding my voice, I screamed desperately, my eyes never leaving their connection with Rex’s. Hot tears were suddenly streaming down my own cheeks as he dragged himself out of me. My pussy was wrapped so tightly around him it didn’t seem to want to release him even an inch. “Cum with me, Rex. Please. Please. I love you.” I moaned desperately between needy kisses and harsh uncontrolled gasps for breath.

Finally, his eyes screwed shut, propelling himself so deep inside me it felt like I was splitting at the seams. I spasmed around him, my body convulsing forward further into his chest. He came instantly, his cock pulsating violently as he pumped load after load inside me. The warmth of his seed surged through me, unraveling the blindingly intense pressure burning in my core. His eyes fluttered, but remained open, determined to watch me take all of him, every last bit of him.

I arched into him, gyrating my hips in perfect timing with his and riding out my high. He whispered praises and delightful words of encouragement into our kisses, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of me with every turn of his fingers on my clit. The pleasure overtook me and with his final thrust into me I collapsed, grasping onto his strong frame for dear life.

I called his name as loud as I could without looking away from his perfect face. I couldn’t look away from him. Every breath was our breath, every sound we made was together, every desperate touch was to meld our bodies into one. The broken shattered pieces of his soul knew no other way to heal but to spill themselves into me. Into the sanctuary of love I had always been to him.

He called my name twice as loud as I had his, breaking our gaze to rest his tired head against my cheek. He was spent in every sense of the word. “I love you, mesh’la. I love you. Always. I couldn’t die without letting you know one more time.” He panted, muttering a thousand more breathless I love you’s against my skin. “You…you’re the only thing that makes me glad I didn’t die.” He collapsed on top of me, resting the entirety of his exhausted upper torso on mine.

I shuddered, the dark weight of those words not being taken lightly by me. I cupped the back of his neck, gently running my fingertips against the scars on his skin. He felt guilty. I know he did. He was so happy right in this moment, but after surviving what he did he truly didn’t think he deserved it. I let my tears fall down my cheeks and pulled him into me. I couldn’t come up with words to soothe the level of broken he felt right now. “Rex...”

“I-I want to tell you what happened. I…need you to understand what we’re facing now. So you can be prepared but I’m- I’m- so tired…” he was slowly beginning to trail off into faded whispers.

“Not now, my love. You need to rest. We’ll talk when you wake up. I’ll stay right here. Won’t leave you, won’t wake you up. Just take all the time you need.” I whispered, cooing softly in his ear as I caressed the area around his newest scar on his scalp.

“Gotta…give you…next contact’s coordinates. Cut’s… on Saleucami…nav’s…got it programmed. Get us going.” He whispered, rolling over off me into the now ruined mattress below. I peeled myself up and coaxed my wobbling legs to the edge of the bunk.

Saleucami, huh? I’d only ever really heard the story. And never the whole thing. But if Rex had someone he trusted there, then that’s where we’d go. I set my feet on the floor and stepped forward, faltering slightly as my entire body screamed in the aftermath of what we’d done. Rex softly chuckled, still finding time to be satisfied with his handiwork as he nuzzled his face into a pillow. I kept going, crossing the living quarters to open the door and heading up the ladder to the cockpit.

I scrolled through the navicomputer until I found the position of the planet Rex had programmed. Neutral system, pretty remote and nothing of any note on it besides farming. Who was there anyways? Can’t imagine Rex had many friends outside the GAR and especially none who were farmers. I tapped a few buttons and the ship lifted off the moon’s surface. Its signature was cloaked and constantly scrambling which was good because whoever we were going to see probably didn’t know we were coming.

I slipped back out of the cockpit and down the ladder to our room. I could already hear him snoring gently. I stepped inside and closed the doors, flicking off the light and letting the hum of our hyperdrive engines cut the silence. He sprawled himself out on the bunk, which was much bigger than any bed he was used to and had left a wide space for me to crawl in beside him. I lifted the sheet and cuddled into his open arms, nuzzling into the warmth of his naked body. For the first time since I’d found him here, he seemed normal and relaxed. I laid beside him, watching over him as he slept, far too worried about him to get any sleep myself.

I’d never seen him cry. Never. Today, I watched him shatter. He tried so hard to keep pulling himself together. It was in his very nature to always push on, keep going, mourn later. He couldn’t keep a lid on that anymore. Maybe it was the lack of chip making him feel emotions like any nat-born would, maybe it was just the unbearable weight of the universe finally knocking him over, maybe it was him finally being brave enough to admit the war had broken him.

Whatever it was that he needed to explain to me had me worried sick. And rightfully so. Because after finally falling asleep beside him, he woke me up. Screaming.

Notes: I hope this tears you apart and makes you cry like it did me, I fell apart for him so many times while writing this. He's grieving heavily, but he missed her and he loves her and wants her to know it. Even if he's an emotional wreck (and doesn't want to admit that to her) he won't let that affect the way he treats her. This is that I-almost-died s*x lololol.

[angry-geese]

For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.