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eashn · 2 years

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You’re an Idiot, Darling - Ch. 7

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) | Mando x Reader

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Word count: 1.5k

Summary: The Mandalorian needed you to fix the Crest, but then, he went and got stabbed. Now, he needs you to fix him up, too.

WARNINGS for this chapter: descriptions of wounds/scarring, swearing, nakedness, a bit of spice, but mostly just fluff.

A/N - a big thank you to everyone that has read to this point in this series. This is something i’ve had in the works for a while, so I’m really really really thrilled that I’ve finally gotten to share it with you all <3

Din didn’t understand it: the tender way you’d wrapped yourself around him that morning, mumbling a good morning into his neck as the sun peeked over the roofless hangar.

Then, he didn’t understand the carelessness with which you finally rose—completely naked below the waist as you stretched your sore limbs, snapping at him to get the fuck off my floor, you dirty man, and take a shower. Pantsless, you’d shoved him all the way to your refresher and promptly left him unattended, mumbling something about breakfast. Half-hard, he’d half-hoped you were going to climb in with him.

Then, he realized you’d left so he could remove his helmet.

And that, right there, was probably the hardest thing for him to understand: your wordless recognition of the weight of his Creed and his principles. The fact that—while he remained bewildered—you understood him. You cared about him back.

What if you throw everything away for me, and then realize that you shouldn’t have? Your words reverberated in his mind as he stood beneath the hot shower. Stars, you had gotten it so, irrevocably wrong. Because no matter what you believed, he knew he was the unworthy one. He was utterly undeserving of something soft and beautiful like you. As the scalding water poured over his aching muscles, he wondered what the hell he’d done to warrant any part of your clever, compassionate heart.

For somehow, after all this time, you had seen right through his armor. You had stared, unflinchingly, at his raw core. And rather than shrinking away from the jagged edges you saw, you’d simply snatched up the most vulnerable parts, clasped them in your deft hands.

You made the broken bits of him want to sing.

He switched the water off, beginning to dry his hair with a cloth and reaching for where he’d left his helmet on the floor. But then, he paused. On impulse, he turned to the foggy mirror above your sink. And looking at his reflection in the eyes, Din Djarin made a promise to himself.

As difficult as it was, he wasn’t going to wallow in his self-doubt anymore—he was going to give you the openness that you’d earned. Because at the end of the day, look where hiding had gotten him. Lightyears apart from you, when he belonged in your arms. The next time he was in your arms, there was a thing or two Din wanted to do different. Undress you fully, for one: bed you like you deserved. But along with it, give you the everything he had promised you while your bodies and breaths were tangled together last night.

Din wanted to hear his name on your tongue. He really, really did.

Wrapping the cloth around his bare waist and sliding his helmet over his head, he walked out the door into your open hangar.

“You won’t believe it,” you called as he approached, but then, you did a double take because was wearing nothing but a towel and his helmet as he prowled over to you. Your thoughts sort of vanished, and your mouth was watering a little at the sight of his golden-brown skin in the morning light.

“Believe what?” he asked.

“Uh.” You coughed. “Right. Um. Well, I think in our haste to get away from Mr. Rodian and company, I dropped my rucksack of parts on some roof somewhere.” You looked guiltily at him. “I’ve taken a look at the Crest, and…we might have a problem, Mando.”

You watched his shoulders sag as he realized. “You don’t have the parts to fix her,” he said. You shook your head.

“But I can go back to the junkyard,” you assured. “There’s more than enough stuff lying around there that I could—”

“No,” he said suddenly. You started.

“No?” you repeated. “But Mando, I can’t do anything unless I’ve got the scraps to…” Mando, however, seemed to not be listening. All at once, he’d brought a hand to brace against his helmet, cradling it, as if he were massaging his temples. Frustratedly, he shook his head.

“What?” you demanded, going tense. “What’s going on?”

His visor dipped apologetically as he looked at you.

“If their leader tracked us all the way to your hangar, then…this might not be over, cyare. They know who you are now. They know where to find you.”

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks.

“They’ll keep coming,” you breathed. Mando gave a heavy sigh, nodding.

You looked at him, then. He was quite a sight like this: half-naked, the towel draped low across his waist. Standing shamelessly in the open space of your hanger with his hands resting on his hips. The morning light streamed in through the roofless walls, catching on the surface of his helmet and casting it in gold. His skin glowed beneath the warm light, and you couldn’t help but recall how he’d looked in yesterday’s sunset—sauntering toward you from across the junkyard.

Yesterday felt like eons ago.

“There’s always something, huh,” you said, approaching him. For it seemed like there was always something in the way—another obstacle to keep you from a moment of peace and quiet to yourselves.

“Always,” he muttered. “This…is not how I wanted this morning to go.”

“Yeah?” Your voice dropped a register with the word. You took another step toward him. “What did you have in mind?”

Mando watched you silently. And then, he replied with a forward step of his own, and you both met in the middle. He glanced down.

“Hm, can’t now,” he murmured. “You put your pants back on.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, smirking up at him. “So, what’s our plan then?” you asked, turning back to the Razor Crest.

You hadn’t noticed in the dark that smoke was rising from her engines—nor the fact that her hull sported a brand-new scar from a laser blast. That’s two scars between the two of them, you thought, gazing at Mando’s torso from the corner of your eye as he approached. The flesh was swollen and raised where you’d closed it up with the cauterizer: just a fresh mark in the tapestry already carved into his skin.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But I don’t think you should stay here.”

“What—but, Mando, this is my home. Where else do I have to go?”

“Well, you could always…stay with us,” he said quietly.

You turned to him.

“With you?” you whispered. “On the Crest?”

“Only for a while,” he said. “Till things blow over. We can land somewhere safe—somewhere you can find what you need to make the repairs. And we’ll wait it out there.”

For a moment, you were quiet.

It was…a lot. Last night in itself had you reeling—questioning the things you’d made yourself believe for months on end. Mando wanted you. Mando cared about you, too. Then, Mando almost died, and then, you were in his arms, and then, this, and then, that, and then…

After all this time, you’d realized: you and him were similar in more ways than you’d thought. You were both tired, persistent people—doggedly racing through the grim paths life had laid in front of you. Neither of you really got the chance to pause, or think, or breathe much; you had to keep moving. Keep running. Keep fighting. Which essentially meant you were both exceptionally good at keeping your feelings at bay.

But now, you had finally stopped hiding from each other.

So, what was left to be scared of? What was stopping you from embarking on another journey—another reckless adventure—with him and his little green kid?

“Do you have a place in mind?” he asked. “Somewhere Outer Rim would be the safest bet.”

Outer Rim, you thought, racking your brain. Somewhere close enough that the ship could make it there in this state. And somewhere the Guild wouldn’t find us—where we’d be lost in the crowd. Suddenly, it hit you.

“Tatooine.”

He hummed. “That’s perfect. There are enough bounties to catch in that skughole already—no one would be looking for us.”

You nodded in agreement. “And I know a great mechanic out there.” You smiled at the thought of your old friend: the brilliant, feisty old woman who’d taught you so much of what you knew. “She’ll have the parts we need to fix the Crest.”

“I’ll let you gather your belongings,” Mando said. “But, wait—before you go.”

He reached out grabbing your arm. His fingers looped all the way around your bicep as he asked, “Where’s my armor? And the rest of my clothes?”

Oh, you smirked internally.

You looked innocently up at him. But you figured he probably saw the malicious glint in your eyes. “No idea,” you lied.

“Cyar’ika,” he growled, fingers tightening around your arm. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

You reached for the towel at his waist. Gripping the edge of it, you tugged his hips closer to yours.

“Yeah, Mando,” you replied. And you grinned viciously up at him as you let the garment fall away. He was already at half-mast beneath your fingers. “I think you are.”

END.

again, a big, big THANK YOU FOR READING!!! The ending suggests that this might not be the last time we see these two idiots, huh? Maybe not.

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#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #mando smut #mando x reader #mando x you #din djarin #mando #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #mando x female reader #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars smut #pedro pascal

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theoceanoasis · 2 months

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Dratchrod where rodimus is secretly a sub but he pretends to be a dom with the two. They see little signs like him heating up when they touch his lower back, he doesn’t act like a hard dom or soft dom and the biggest one he doesn’t cum. Ever.

He makes up a reason that they believe at first until they see him when he’s not with the two and realize, “oh…he’s not a dom.”

He pretended to be a dom because he wanted to be with them. They gave off the impression they didn’t like or want a sub so he pretended to be a dom.

They see how comfortable he is with his submissive nature and now they want that.

They like switching but they never would turn Roddy away for only liking subbing

He re read the message multiple times feeling his tanks drop. Stumbling into the bathroom he threw up. Hands shaking as he tried to calm himself.

"Calm down. It will be fine. You're going to frag this all up and then they'll never invite you back."

He pushed himself up. Trying to control the shaking in his body. It was fine. He liked it. He liked being in control.

He needed to just push through and stop acting like a sparkling.

He quickly responded before he could panic and back out. He washed his mouth and looked at himself in a mirror.

"You can do this."

After making sure his paint was perfect he walked over. He didn't even have to knock on the door before it was opening and he was being led inside.

"You look good."

Drift smiled and Ratchet handed him some energon which he pretended to drink. Too nervous to eat anything.

They led him to their bedroom, where he did what they wanted. It didn't feel very good but he must have been doing something right because Ratchet and Drift seemed to enjoy it.

Afterwards he felt exhausted and wanted to go home. Ratchet gently rubbed his back and he shivered feeling his body heat up at the touch.

"Why don't you stay the night?"

His spark spinned rapidly in his chest. He wanted to stay with them. But he was worried they'd want to interface in the morning and he didn't want to do it so soon.

"No, I have an early shift and I don't want to wake you two when he I get up."

"Nonsense. I'm always awake early. You won't bother us."

Panicking he scooted towards the exit feeling as though he was going to be sick again and not wanting to throw up in front of them.

"I need to go home. I have reports to do and other things."

He quickly left. Ignoring the way his body shook. Going to his room he stumbled into the bathroom and threw up.

Laying against the wall. He thought about going to bed but he was still horny from Ratchet touching him.

He played with his modesty panel. Planning on making himself overload when memories flashed before his mind of that night. He stopped himself, squirming in discomfort. He couldn't do it by himself. He needed someone to distract him.

Going to Swerves. He downed an entire drink before searching for someone which was easy.

They didn't even make it to his room before the two were fragging against a deserted hallway. He moaned coming for the first time in what felt like forever.

This was the first time he's had his valve fragged. Since he started hooking up with Ratchet and Drift and he didn't realize how much he missed it.

The next day he was hanging out with Drift for their usual spar.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

Drift gave him a confused look.

"You seem distracted today. You would probably say something about your aura being all messed up."

"I had a hard time meditating this morning."

"What happened did you get in a fight with Ratchet?"

He gave his friend a concerned look. The two of them had stopped sparing and he went to sit down, when Drift said something that made him freeze.

"Do you enjoy interfacing with us?"

"What?"

He gave him a nervous look.

"Of course I do."

Drift sighed.

"You never seem to enjoy it. At first I thought you were nervous, but it always felt like you were forcing yourself to interfere with us."

"That's not true."

He argued. Spark spinning rapidly in his chest.

"You've never once overloaded."

"Of course I have."

He again argued. Ignoring the way his hands shook with fear his, secret would get out.

"Really? Ratchets the best medic on Cybertron. You think he wouldn't notice we never have to clean up transfluid after you've fragged us."

He shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Of course I enjoy it. I love interfacing especially with you two."

"It feels like you're just stumbling through the motions and sometimes it feels like you're not even there. You also never want to stay over always finding an excuse to leave. You practically run out the door the first chance you get."

"I'm busy. I can't always stay."

Drift started to look frustrated.

"What is wrong with you? Every time we interface it's like having sex with a doll. It feels uncomfortable. Like we're assaulting you or something. Why are you hurting yourself and using us to do it?"

He burst into tears unable to stop himself. Drifts finials lowered when he realized what he said.

"Roddy I'm--"

It was already too late. Rodimus ran out of the room crying. Thinking he messed everything up by not being good enough and now Ratchet and Drift wanted nothing to do with him. All because he couldn't be what they wanted.

#hot rod #transformers #rodimus #dratchrod #drift #ratchet #sub au

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kushnovice · 1 year

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Kyotani x reader

TW: Swearing, bullying, voilence, blood, hurt/comfort, fluff

(This is cringey. I made this years ago.)

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me that you were being bullied by the ugly twins!" Hajime yelled as he found out the real reason you are transferring to his school. (Y/n) sighed and rested against the wall behind her, "I didn't tell you because it started out as nothing but then when I couldn't hide the marks, the school found out." Iwaizumi couldn't believe what he was hearing from his little sister...she thought it was okay and the only bad thing about it was that she got caught. As much as Hajime wished he was able to control his emotions, he couldn't. His mind was lost with the image of his little sister with bruises and marks, it pissed him off. (Y/n) could see how angry he was as his knuckles were white from folding his hands into fists out of anger.

Toru, who was in the living room, listening to the conversation, had called Kyotani. "I have a job for you...yes you will get money for it...I need you to protect Iwa-chan's little sister...yes he has a sister...shes transferring tomorrow...for as long as needed...$100 dollars a week...i knew you'd accept, see you tomorrow at the front of the school." He hung up, humming a happy tune as he knew that Kyotani would keep her safe and that spending that money would do no damage to his wallet.

"It's not a big deal, I don't know why you think this is such a bad thing, it's been happening to me all my life and now suddenly you care. Why do you think mom and dad always switched me out of schools constantly." (Y/n) was fuming now as Iwa never cared about her so why does he suddenly care about her? Hajime was shocked to hear that he had genuinely no idea who his younger sister was. Of course, he always had loved her, but he was always more focused on his own life and playing volleyball than he was with his sister. She stopped bothering him after age 9 but he assumed that was because she was more into her own life, but he never took the time to learn about his younger sister.

Hajime didn't know how to express the things he was feeling or thinking so he just pulled her into a tight hug. She immediately started to cry as she had felt like her brother did not care about her but here, he was, rubbing your back as you sobbed on his shoulder. Since you fell asleep while crying, Iwa carried you to your bed and let you sleep. Oikawa had come out of his hiding spot in the living room when he heard your soft snores.

"I called Kyotani...don't get mad but..." Toru explained what he had done, "I know he's not the most stable person but hes the strongest at school and as much as people are scared of you...its nothing like how people are deathly afraid of him..." Toru had expected Iwa to get mad at him for it but shockingly Hajime loved the idea of someone protecting her when he was not around. "Well, I'm going to go, I'll pick you both up for school tomorrow. I'll send you pictures of the history homework since I know you haven't done it." Iwaizumi had smirked and nodded, "g'night, see ya tomorrow." he added as Toru left and he found himself in his bed.

(Y/n) woke up with a big stretch that caused her hands to hit the wall. "Fuck..." she muttered lowly as she got up and shoved her hand in her brothers face as he was knocking on her door every five minutes to wake her up for school. "Shut up I'm awake." She groaned as she grabbed her new uniform from the laundry room and then went to her room and changed into it. Her eyes and hair popped against the white and teal uniform that shaped her perfect body. (You're beautiful, okay!) As she was looking in the mirror at herself, she heard Toru's car honk and she rushed to get her jacket and shoes on as she saw Hajime getting into the car as she was running out the door. "Hey Toru!" (Y/n) smiled at him as he responded with a hello and a compliment on her outfit.

When they arrived at the school, there was an older looking guy with yellow hair and stripes in his hair. He looked kinda scary...but also kinda hot... As Toru parked the car, she was lost staring at him. She was never one for dating or guys at all, she enjoyed being alone, but something about him made her unable to look away at all. Haijime noticed this but pushed it to the back of his mind as he handed her, her bag as they got out of the car.

When Kentaro saw (Y/n), the world stopped and she was suddenly the only thing he could focus on as she walked closer and closer to him, with her brother and Oikawa by her side. "So, Kyotani this is Iwa-chan's sister, (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Kyotani and he is going to protect you when Iwa and I are not around." Oikawa smiled at her. "So, you got me a body-guard?" She asked as she noticed how tall he was compared to her and how imitating Kyotani was. Oikawa sighed and just simply nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you Kyotani, I hope we get to know each-other well." She smiled at him causing a light blush to litter his cheeks and him to nod silently. Then she was able to meet the rest of the volleyball team, all day she was surrounded by the boys causing everyone to be genuinely terrified to talk to you.

After a few days, people stopped trying to surround themselves around (Y/n) and she was left mostly alone with Kyotani, which they both loved. As they were walking in the hallway, she started talking to him as always, "Sooo, what is your full name?" she asked curiously. "Kentaro Kyotani." he stated, "you can call me Kentaro." He blushed softly as he spoke but (Y/n) could not contain her blush from showing brightly on her face. "Okay, can I call you Ken?" She asked with a pleading smile as they walked into the gym. "Sure." He smiled a bit as he then hid his happiness as they were walking closer and closer to the team.

As (Y/n) and Kentaro were sitting on the roof, eating lunch and talking about anything and everything. "You guys have a game tonight, right?" Kentaro nodded, "Against Inarizaki." (Y/n) froze when she had heard the name, she would have to see her bullies again. "Are you alright?" Kentaro asked, pulling her out of her daze. "Yeah..." she sighed and started to sink into herself knowing that she had no way out of it. As the day neared an end, the more anxious she got. Kentaro had noticed this as she was biting at her nails and lips. Kentaro decided to ask her about it as she sat on the ground next to him as he was stretching for practice. "Why have you been...weird today?" Kentaro asked, not really good with emotions. "Well, it's just...the twins on that team...well the whole team actually...they bullied me which is why I transferred here." (Y/n) muttered, feeling unsafe again.

Kentaro placed his hand softly on hers, "I will not let anyone hurt you ever again." He said it with such confidence that it melted way the anxiety. Her face burnt bright red as she nodded a bunch, her heart beating out of her chest. Kentaro smiled softly and let out a small chuckle, seeing how much of an effect he had on the younger girl.

As the game started and the bleachers were filled with fans, (Y/n) stood with the team manager, ready to hand water to anyone who needs it but preferably Kentaro. As the other team joined Aboa Johsai on the court, the team-mates spotted (Y/n), smirking and started taunting her from across the gym causing her to sink into her seat until she saw Kentaro step in front of you on the court with a deadly glare at them. As the game went on, Kentaro was hitting perfectly and extremely hard, so hard that their libero can't pick it up. After winning point after point, they destroyed the other team with dangerous energy radiating off of them. Kentaro ran up to (Y/N) and pulled her into a hug by the waist and took the water bottle she was holding and drank it. "You did amazing Ken!" (Y/n) smiled brightly and hugged him tightly but seeing the Inarizaki team glaring at her. "Thank you." Kentaro smiled at her and drank the water before gathering with the team. (Y/n) then ran off into a bathroom and into a stall as her heartbeat increased and her body started shaking violently with her mind thinking the worst. As she began to cry the door opened as well as the stall, "Well well well...look at the ugly pathetic little bitch, what a crybaby." Atsumu shoved her back into the side of the toilet causing her to hit her head and for it to start bleeding.

Kentaro was looking around for you as they lined up, when he realized one of the twins wasn't there and so he ran off, passing Atsumu and shoving him back with his shoulder as he ran into the bathroom and saw (Y/n) bleeding on the ground. He softly picked her up and sat her on the sink as he wet some towels and gently cleaned her head. "Who the fuck was it." He muttered; anger laced in his voice. She looked down and muttered softly, "I don't know..." "Thats bullshit!" His voice getting louder and deeper as he became angrier and more frustrated. She started crying and breaking down causing Kentaro to warp his arms around her, "I won't let them touch you again..." He muttered, his voiced now laced with concern and care. "Why do you care so much? My brother is paying you to watch me..." She continued to cry softly on his shoulder until he softly pulled her away and looked at her in the eyes, "You're much more than that to me, you are the only person I feel happy with." Kentaro confessed. "You're the only person who makes me feel safe..." She also confessed and leaned in softly. Kentaro leaned in as well, closing the small gap between them. She has expected his kiss to be rough, but it is soft and passionate, tasting like vanilla. After they pulled away and hugged each-other, (Y/n) muttered, "It was Atsumu..." Causing Kentaro's grip around her to tighten and him to nod.

As Kentaro and (Y/n) walked back to their team, holding hands, all eyes were on them. (Y/n) sat down next to Hajime who immediately saw the blood on her head and started asking many questions. Kentaro slipped away to the other side of the gym where he tapped on Atsumu's shoulder before punching him in the face and breaking his nose. "If you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, I will make sure your twin has to help you do everything for the rest of your life." Kentaro glared at them with all the anger he had been holding back and the blood of Atsumu dripping down his hand.

"She's mine."

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x you #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani x reader #kyotani fluff #hq kyotani #kyotani headcanons

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too-destiny-panda · 11 months

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Wyllvember Day 2: Wyll and Tav/The Devil

A/N:This time I switched Day 3 and Day 2 of @sagscrib 's prompt list to better fit the Wyllweek one by @commander-yinello. Hopefully you guys enjoy and thank you for the feedback on the first one, it warmed my heart that I haven't lost my touch as much as I thought:)

This would have been much, much longer than it already is, but I figured there would be another time for me to elaborate on this relationship. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

WC:820

Ah, how quickly one’s fate can change. Be it through physical or mental changes, it truly puts into perspective how flitting one’s sense of self is in the grand scheme of things. Our minds and bodies ever aging, ever changing. A small cut from a stray cat and your appearance is altered, no matter how small or unperceivable that change may be. The only exception to this is the celestial, fey and fiendish beings, perhaps, and even then, they may pick and choose how to manifest themselves to the mortal eye. And if a mortal soul does indeed at some point decide to drastically change their physiology, be it a druid using their wild shape or a bard deciding that their hair needs a different hue, they do so mostly willingly, and the majority of the time, the change is temporary. Not all are so lucky.

When Mizora enacted her punishment for the breaching of her contract (because it is her contract, no matter how technical one gets), she dragged Wyll Ravengard through the burning river Styx, through the hottest hellfire, and turned him into a devil. Gone was his warm brown eye, replaced by a pool of blood red in a black expanse. His neck was forced to begin to adjust to the curved horns now framing his head like a twisted halo as ridges grew into, and on, his skin, his tongue dividing, ears elongating and nails growing into claws. Where once stood the human Blade of Frontiers, the beloved folk hero, was now unrecognizable to many of his admirers as they cowered at the sight of a devil, crying for their hero to save them from himself.

Such trauma is impossible to overlook. A change so drastic, so shocking, and yet it happened in just a few moments. His entire body changed into one so foreign he almost wanted to believe it to be a bad dream were it not for the weight on his head and the occasional glances from camp members as well as the stares of anyone they met. It is no wonder that the Blade avoided mirrors, for a long while, despite the assurances from their leader and a few others that he was still the handsome Wyll they all knew. It was still too overwhelming, and despite being assured in his choice, having no regrets, it was not something he liked or wanted to think about.

Which is how he found himself alone, with a goblet for company as cheers and laughter, and some singing, rang through the air at the party behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to join them, to walk into that space and bear witness to how conversations turn hushed, and laughter quietens at the sight of him. As the Tieflings, despite knowing it’s just him, feel instinctual fear, drilled into them from Avernus as they regard a devil. So, he doesn’t, choosing instead to spend a night meant for revery in the pits of self-reflection.

When Tav had joined him, he felt both a sense of relief and guilt. Relief that he was sought out, that someone cared, and guilt that his choices were pulling them from a celebration of their victory. As he listed all the reasons why he shouldn’t be seen, they listened patiently, offering soft counterpoints and comforting words where they were needed. He truly believed this night was as good as it could get when they asked if they could kiss him. Their words and facial features feigned confidence as their eyes betrayed fear and anticipation, the corner of their lips twitching in anxiety where they formed a small smile. And he meant to refuse, he should have refused, but he just couldn’t. Not when they looked at him with such sincerity and bashfulness that was beginning to turn into embarrassment and regret as his silence extended for longer than he meant it to. And so, he conceded, deciding that this couldn’t be considered selfishness on his par if they offered, as he leaned in to bestow one single kiss upon their mouth. And oh, what a good decision that was.

Their lips were soft and pillowy. Tav’s kiss was tender, uncertain, as if they didn’t really know what they were doing, but he attributed it to nerves and rustiness. When their fingertips carefully brushed the underside of his jaw, he forced himself to pull away, to put some kind of distance between the two of them, before he wouldn’t have been able to stop. Their giddy smile, heated cheeks and starry eyes made him almost regret that choice, but as they parted ways, both leaving the other some space for their thoughts, he knew there would be a better fitted time for them.

And as he laid down for the night, his dreams already drifting towards the person of his developing affection, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of dancer they were.

#blue writes #blue's ocs #bg3 wyll #wyllweek #wyllvember #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav

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lemmetreatya · 2 years

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BLACK Y/N WITH HIGH LIFE GOJO BUT SHES NOT IMPRESSED BY HIS EXPENSIVE GIFTS BUT HY HIS HEART! YEAH!

Gojo x Black!fem Reader

happy 1001 day seal baby boi!

“Evening, baby.” The white haired male took your much smaller hand in his, plush lips already pressed lightly to the warm skin of your hand.

“Hey GJ. Thanks for picking me up.”

You gave him a soft smile in return as you shut your front door behind you, ready to set out for the night. You didn’t forget to slink your hand around Gojo’s arm.

As you both walked down the steps from your door, you could feel the hot stare of Gojo’s ice white eyes pierce you down from behind his sunglasses. Of course he would; you know you looked good and knew your fit would warrant this reaction. He was sickeningly predictable in that way. Almost too predictable.

“Looking wonderful as ever.” He gleamed, teeth full on display. He moved his head to the side so that he could watch you better, eyes dancing over your body.

“Thank you.” You cheesed, voice saccharine.

Gojo’s compliments were never scarce when it came to showering you in them but you don’t believe you could ever get tired of them either.

Unlocking the car and opening the passage side door for you, Gojo helped you to lower into your seat. You folded in, the seat already adjusted to your liking. Once he made sure you were in okay, he shut the door for you.

In your mind, you doubt he always kept the chair like this. You knew many other people piled into this car throughout the week so you didn’t expect it to be kept the same each time — but each time, it was. You’re not sure how but Gojo was definitely consistent. The only other alternative is that he probably changed it back to how you liked it every time he came to see you.

Gojo came to the other side of the car, slipping in next to you. He adjusted his rear view mirror and himself before making a short ‘oh’ sound. You gave him a look for an answer.

“I got you something.” He clarified.

Reaching his hand backwards into the chairs behind him, Gojo’s hands briefly fumbled around before pulling out a small red bag and passing it onto you.

You received the bag from him but you were already well aware of it’s contents without taking a peak inside.

Great. Another Cartier.

You didn’t dare give yourself room to react negatively. Your mouth was already pulling into a sweet smile for the man but you felt else wise.

“Thank you, GJ.” You cooed, trying your best to sound enlightened, but even Gojo knew else wise.

He placed his arm around the back seat of your chair, his eyes undetectable with his sunglasses on and the lack of light.

“What, you don’t want it?”

You were caught off guard by his question, surprised that he was aware of your disscontempt. You didn’t know whether you should be honest or not as your mouth twisted and turned in thought.

“I… It’s not that I don’t want it? I dunno, I just…” You sighed aloud, your hands fiddling with the red drawstring of the bag. “These stuff aren’t doing it no more.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you worried that it’d piss the man off. Gojo didn’t get angry much, he was actually quite civilised with how he channelled his emotions. However, you didn’t want yourself to come across as ungrateful or for him to think you were switching up on him.

Because of his glasses, Gojo’s face was protected from you being able to see his emotions on his face live. It was substantially quiet for a while before he replied.

“Do you want something more expensive?”

Audibly, your voice caught in your throat.

It definitely wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised by the offer.

“Oh! No, no it’s nothing to do with the price or anything— I… I just think gifts aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

Gojo’s hand ghosted over the steering wheel.

“In what way?” He inquired.

You blew a flurry of air out of your nose, a hum leaving your mouth once you finished it.

“Well, you absolutely spoil me, Gojo. Like stupid spoil me. But I value you so much more than I do these gifts. And it’s not that you don’t treat me good — You treat me so well but I dunno, I think I’d rather spend time with you than receive gifts from you, if that makes sense?”

The white haired male pursed his lips in thought. You can tell he was trying to gauge his head around it but you didn’t have to guess much longer as the man took his glasses off of his face, folded them and hung it over his collar.

“Kinda?”

He definitely did not think it made sense. With a strained face you shook your head over at him.

“Sorry, if it’s confusing. You do spend time with me when you give me gifts so I get that it sounds weird.”

“No, I think I get it.” His eyes lifted upwards as he paused to think. “It’s like love bombing with presents.” He finished.

With a look of surprise you clicked your fingers and pointed at him, gracious that he understood it what you were trying to say.

“Right! Love bombing. So what I’m saying really is that I’d rather be love bombed with your time and affection. Which — I know, might be a hard ask regarding your time is very scarce nowadays but…”

The man shook his head, eyes determined.

“I can make more time for you if it’s what you’re asking. I’m prepared to do that.”

Gojo’s voice was velvet smooth when he cut you off but you didn’t mind. Especially with the words he was saying.

‘I can make more time for you’.

To have anyone tell you such a thing was exchanging an immense proclamation of adoration to you. For Gojo to speak these words, and you knew this man was busy, it meant he was ready to please you regardless of what it took.

You bent your head to the side so that you could give him a pouted look, eyes doe and bottom lip jutted outwards.

“Baby, I’m not saying you gotta go out of your way to see me more during the day, I know you’re busy. What I am saying though is that you don’t have to buy me gifts all the time. I’m okay with just having you pull up and not bring me anything.”

You could see the warm sly smile of understanding glitter Gojo’s face. He nodded whilst turning the engine of the car on.

“I hear you.” He quickly plugged his seatbelt in. “I won’t buy you as many gifts although I meant it when I said I’ll make more time for you.”

You opened and closed your mouth twice before trying to reason with the man.

“But I said you don’t have to.”

“I don’t care. I’m telling you that I will be making time during the day to come and see you.” Gojo finished.

His voice wasn’t loud but he was stern with his words. There wasn’t much you could say in reply to that. When Gojo decided he wanted to commit to something, there wasn’t much anyone could do or say to change that.

With a shrug, you sat back, eyes momentarily checking outside of the window.

“M’kay. I’m cool with that.” You breathed.

“Yeah?” Gojo’s eyes briefly washed over you.

“Yeah.”

There was an uneasy silence that came after your reply. You weren’t sure why and so you looked over towards the white haired male to gauge his reaction. It’s when you saw how his eyes were boring into you that you decided to question him.

“What?” You half smiled.

Teal eyes narrowed at you before opening properly again. Gojo had a playful smirk on his own lips but he was trying his best not to show it.

“C’mere.” He mumbled.

You gave him a suspicious glance. Something seemed up but you weren’t sure what exactly and so you also narrowed your eyes at him, head cocking to the side in question.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” He near enough whined.

With a perplexed expression, you bent towards him, unsure what he was going to do. However, you didn’t have to wonder for long as for when you got close enough, Gojo took a hold of both your cheeks with one hand and then pulled you towards him. Softly, the man laid his lips on yours, the kiss undoubtedly hungry.

Once you realised his gimmick, you kissed him back just as dutifully, one of your own hands coming up to support yourself on his cheek.

Gojo leaned into you, active in his approach as his lips moved against yours with vigor.

You would have continued the kiss a lot longer had it not been you remembering the lip gloss you had just applied before you left the house.

“Mm. My gloss…” You mumbled against the man’s lips.

“Mm?” Gojo drunkenly pulled back, nose caressing against yours once he registered you had something to say.

“My gloss, GJ. It’ll smudge.” You whined out, your fingers already coming up to dab at it.

With a snort, Gojo shrugged as he went in to kiss you again although this time, the kiss was short and kept one-sided. He pulled back with a sly smile.

“You still look sexy, gloss smudged and all.” He witted, his back now pressed against the driver’s chair.

“That’s not the point though.” You softly smiled at his comment, head down as you rummaged your purse for your lip gloss. “I don’t wanna go round looking like a papisho.”

Gojo blinked several times before asking:

“What’s that?”

You pulled down the sun visor mirror as you reapplied your gloss, lips smacking in order to even it out.

“What, a papisho?” You asked.

The white haired man hummed in confirmation.

You shrugged, slapping up the sun visor and packing your lip gloss away.

“Oh, it’s like an idiot or a clown.”

Gojo made a small ah sound to signal he understood. However, it’s only after a few seconds had passed where you realised your mistake and lack of caution. You turned to the man, eyes wise.

“But don’t be going round using—“

“—You can be a papisho for me anyday.” The man cut in.

“—that word— Gojo!” You cried, noticing that you were too late to intervene.

Gojo let out a mischievous laugh, knowing what he’d done, as he set the car into gear and pulled off from the curb.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo #gojo scenario #gojo x black reader #gojo x black yn #gojo hcs #jujutsu kaisen

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Seeing as VAE Saeran remains as Ray, does that mean Suit is still able to emerge?

I sincerely think this is a complicated question because the game itself does not properly explain what happens.

If you want my opinion here, I feel that Ray and Suit Saeran still exist separately. I always write the two of them Post-V’s-After-Ending with that in mind. I can't see it going any other way given what's given to me when I read through what you’re given in the Forgiveness Ending. I'll cut out a snippet here to talk about.

So, one of my main gripes with Jihyun is that he just can't bring himself to understand Ray or Suit Saeran. That happens in V Route and Ray Route. He'll disregard anything you say about Ray because he doesn't want to take the time to understand given how wrapped up he is in his own self-loathing.

As if to say, his opinion appears to be that his Saeran is Saeran no matter what. He doesn’t know why Saeran is calling himself “Ray” other than the fact that Rika tortured this new name onto him and made him horrified to hear his birth name. His persistence in this realm serves to disrespect Ray and Suit Saeran without meaning to do so. It isn't his intention hurt others but it happens regardless.

But, that’s who V is.

He is the path paved to Hell made with good intentions.

"Saeran wasn't the one blamed. It was ANOTHER Saeran, the one who sought love."

"The REAL Saeran is safe."

"Listen to this very moment. Then, you would feel the real you. Feel your body."

"...I'm scared to feel the real me."

There's always this back-and-forth talk about who Saeran is and who Saeran isn't. It confuses him, confounds him, and leaves him unsure of what the person looking back at him in the mirror feels. A lot of it comes from people pushing him to identify one way or the other, his autonomy over his sense of self is normally lacking. People nudge his heart to be one way or another.

Both Ray and Suit Saeran are fragile. They are terrified and afraid of the world at large. Why wouldn't they be? It hurt them again and now it's hard to believe in anything. One of them lives to protect through decimation and destruction and the other holds on to this fleeting hope that maybe it's okay to believe in something good. They fill a role in protecting their body and believe in it greatly.

They cling to those feelings and pray, praying that they survive even if it's as a weed.

This is an apparent identity crisis for Ray and Suit Saeran. But, it doesn’t help that V only calls them Saeran. I wish they would dive more into this because it doesn't have the same conclusion that it does in Ray Route. The only reason GE Saeran is able to emerge the way he does is that Ray and Suit Saeran fuse, ultimately creating GE Saeran with every part of their being.

That came from a desire to not only protect themselves but to be able to protect the person they loved together. That doesn't exactly happen in V’s Route. No, they blow up and almost die in that bomb back at Magenta knowing their first love doesn't love them the way they love them. That was mainly Ray's feelings for you, but I know Suit Saeran had to have consented to that bomb just as much as Ray did.

They were abandoned by everyone in their eyes and had nothing left but the end.

Then, V swoops in and stops that from happening. No wonder they're lost and confused! Pointedly, what makes me believe that it's not just a singular Saeran here is the fact that he keeps having "episodes" as V might call them where he thrashes and acts out saying that he will kill his twin brother. V thinks it's the elixir causing that to happen, but we all know it's a combination of drugs, abuse, manipulation, and the feelings mixed between Ray and Suit Saeran.

Suit Saeran is angrier than Ray is by this point. Ray gave up when he decided to hit the bomb switch. He wasn't happy with the world he'd been given and wanted the pain to stop. Yet, we know in his last few moments... he would've prayed that he could live happily the way he did before Mint Eye. With his brother, with V, and maybe even Rika.

I just can't see Suit Saeran getting over that contempt for others. He's the one that would set back V's "return".

Suit Saeran is the protector.

How does he know that V is going to keep up his end of the bargain? How does he know that they're not going to be pulled into something dangerous? How does he know that it's all going to work out and there's nothing to be afraid of? How does he know that Ray is going to be able to survive seeing their brother again? How does he know that it's going to be okay when the V cannot promise that? He barely has any trust for V as it is.

Even as Suit Saeran tries to heal, and tries to overcome his hatred; That's not going to stop when he is angry and confused.

If he is cornered when he is upset, it's only a matter of time before he explodes and he can't exactly control himself when that happens. His body acts without thinking and he lashes out. I can imagine what that would be like because the game won't tell us shit about it. I have to sit here and make educated guesses.

V won't let them go back because the "angry" Saeran keeps lashing out. "Angry" Saeran, my ass. It's Suit Saeran still struggling to accept this reality. He needs time and patience to get there. At least, V has given him the opportunity to handle it at his own pace. The same way Ray has if Ray is still here like I assume him to be.

I don't think we'll ever have confirmation that the two of them are together or apart, you just have to figure it out for yourself. I just can't see any of that time spent with V bringing the right direction for them to come together as it does in Ray Route. It's just a shame that we're not shown anything about Ray or Suit Saeran enough to know what happened and how they're feeling.

So, honestly, VAE Ray, VAE Saeran, or VAE Suit Saeran could all very well exist. There's no right answer given so you just gotta make one for yourself.

#ask #anon #mod kait #character analysis

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whoneedsapublisher · 1 year

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Fic four for Nasuverse Femslash Week from @nasuversepromptweeks. Prompt was "bodyswap/acting". RinSaber. References to sex and nudity.

Words: ~1100

Summary: What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of someone you were deeply attracted to? What if you'd only just recently made love to them?

Also on Ao3

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It was a very strange day in the Emiya household.

Not that there’d been all that many normal days since the Holy Grail War started, but Shirou had started to adjust. Enough that he had at least had expectation for how the morning would start, assuming no one attacked them.

At first, he’d thought someone was attacking them.

A shriek came from Saber’s room, and Shirou quickly pulled open the partition.

“Saber?! What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Saber snapped, and Shirou blinked in surprise. That was a very un-Saber-like reaction.

“Uh… is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” Saber said, quickly standing up and crossing her arms. “I’m going to take a bath. Don’t bother me.”

With that also very un-Saber-like declaration, Saber hurried past Shirou out into the hallway, leaving Shirou baffled and not entirely sure that he hadn’t accidentally done something stupid.

Scratching his head, he was starting to wonder if he should apologize just in case when he heard a knock at the door of his bedroom. Pulling it open, he found Rin giving him a serious look. Uh oh.

“Rin? What is it?”

“Where is R- Saber?” Rin asked, her tone strangely formal and firm.

“Saber? She just went to take a bath.”

For some weird reason, Rin suddenly turned red.

“I see. Thank you,” she said. With a small tilt of her head, she turned and hurried off towards the bathroom.

Since when was Rin that polite? Shirou had been sure she was furious at him when she glared at him like that, but…

“Jeez, what the heck is going on with everyone today…?” Shirou grumbled to himself.

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Rin strode through the changing room and into the bathroom, sliding both doors behind her as she went. Just as well, given the scene that she found there.

Artoria Pendragon, king of knights, staring at herself naked in the mirror with her hand between her legs.

“Rin!” Rin cried, her voice high with embarrassment.

“Ah! Saber!” Saber yelped, spinning to face her and trying to cover herself.

Because, of course, Rin was not actually Rin, and Saber was not actually Saber.

“I can’t believe you, Rin,” The Rin who wasn’t Rin said.

“I-It’s not what it looks like it!” The Saber who was Rin said.

“It looks as if you were… were…” Rin’s face twisted into an expression matching Saber’s reluctance and discomfort. “Pleasuring… yourself… with my body.”

“I-I wasn’t!” Saber’s body, meanwhile, was suffering the double indignity not only trading the poise and decorum of the King of Knights for the flustered panic of an adolescent mage, but also being naked during it. “I-I was just looking, I promise!”

“Why were you looking?” Saber asked in Rin’s voice, and it was certainly a voice fit for the accusatory tone the question required.

“I-I just…” Saber’s face, meanwhile, proved once again to be surprisingly natural when looking a little embarrassed. “When we were in the ruined building… It was really dark…so I couldn’t see very well. But I still couldn’t get it out of my mind. I… I really wanted to see…”

Rin let out a sigh. Perhaps, since they’d switched, it was the most like Rin that Saber had managed to be.

“...While a Servant’s body is not that of a woman’s,” she said. “I still don’t appreciate you taking the opportunity to feast your eyes upon it without my permissions so readily.”

“...I’m sorry,” Saber mumbled guilty, and in contrast, it was the least like Saber Rin had been since waking up, and that was saying something.

“As such,” Rin said, reaching up and starting to undo the buttons on her pyjama top. “I won’t feel any guilt about this.”

“Huh?” Saber said, and then her eyes widened as Rin cast her clothes off in a deft motion and stepped boldly up to the mirror next to Saber to peer carefully at her reflection. “What- t-that’s-!”

Saber groaned and buried her head in her hands. “...I guess turnabout is fair play,” she grumbled sulkily. “But you’re not allowed to compare our bodies, alright? That’s an absolute order.”

“You are not my Master,” Rin said, turning slightly to inspect her butt. “I’m not obliged to follow your orders. But what would you worry about anyway? This body is a proper feminine one. Mine is no competition for it.”

“What are you, crazy?” Saber said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Rin. “You think my shabby body can stand up to the most powerful and beautiful Servant there is?”

She tapped Rin’s stomach in irritation, ignoring Rin jumping slightly at her touch. “See? I’ve been eating too much of Emiya’s cooking. I’m getting soft there. But you?” she pressed her hands on her own stomach. “Feel these abs! They’re amazing! And these legs-” she ran her hands down her legs and shivered slightly. “So toned! They’re to die for! Meanwhile, my calves keep overflowing the top of my socks.”

“...While I’m not an expert on modern fashion,” Rin said. “I believe that the “absolute territory” effect is only enhanced by having a slight bulge to the end of the socks. It’s very… alluring.”

“A-Alluring?” Saber repeated, reeling a little in surprise. “What the heck? W-What are you saying?!”

“I don’t see how my comment is any more inappropriate that yours,” Rin said, slightly stubbornly, as befit the original owner of the body.

“Well, you’re “alluring” too!” Saber said. “In fact, you’re so crazy attractive that this whole conversation I have to keep stopping myself from looking in the mirror again.”

“Well…” Rin said. “My complaint was with you doing it without my permission. I suppose now that I’m looking at your body as well…”

Saber’s eyes widened, and then she turned to the mirror again eagerly.

The two stood like that, side by side, tilting and turning slightly as their eyes roamed over their own bodies. Or, more accurately, each other’s bodies with each other’s eyes.

Finally, Saber spoke.

“So… it’d be weird to have sex when we’re in each other’s bodies, right?”

“Rin!”

“I’m just asking!”

“Please just figure out how to fix this,” Rin said.

“Well, I’ll have to tell you how to do it,” Saber said. “You’re the one in the mage body now, after all.”

“I see. I’ll do my best.”

The two of them fell silent for a moment again.

“...And then can we have sex after that?”

“Rin.”

Saber sighed and started dressing again. “Alright, alright…”

#fate #fsn #rinsaber #nasufemslashweek

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byintimatedesign · 1 year

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Today starts like any other day awaken, sleepy eyed to drive through morning traffic. Red break lights, wet tyres slowly moving splashing through puddles. Wish each other well for the day ahead. Pulling away from you watching in my rear view mirror to admire you. Switch the noise of the morning radio screaming about politics and trying to manipulate the minds of the public into believing what stories they’ve come up with to cover up real scandals. Subconsciously listening as to drown out the sub conscience thinking and then over thinking anyway. Having conversations within my mind while my physical body is auto pilot manoeuvring a car through traffic back home again. Lost in my own thoughts I drag myself back through the door and fall into the comfort of my bed. Safe, comfortable, haven - bliss!

My mind is transported to the true crime realm and I indulge myself into the mysterious stories of Kendal Ray and others. After a while I find that the surrounding mountainous duvet/pillow sink hole I’ve seemed to have created is just a way better use of my day where I don’t have to fear the world and the emotions it feels me with. I don’t want to leave.

I then start cursing at myself in my head starting a full blown argument with myself. “You could have got yourself in the shower and sorted your self out before 11 because you looked at the clock at 10:30 and thought you could have 5 more minutes to relax but we all know that you will look at the clock at 11 and then panic”

11 o’clock has rolled around and I am not dressed for work, I haven’t washed, I haven’t even contemplated actually getting out of bed.

I don’t want to go but I have to. So I drag my arse out of bed at 11:10 to at least do the bare minimum of fixing my hair into a messy bun, spray whatever odour that is, change into an acceptable outfit for work - black because my wardrobe is the colour of my soul right about now.

There are days where my morning is far more productive but they are rare - if only I were able to flip that.. more positive days than bad days.

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writingforfun0714 · 1 year

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Ok so OBVIOUS SPOILERS FOR BAD BATCH FINALE

You’ve been warned

Alright. There’s a lot to unpack and I honestly think I just wanna talk about specific points/scenes so this isn’t too long.

I WILL DO A FULL ANALYSIS/REVIEW OF THE FINALE AT A LATER TIME (At the time of this post, I’ve only seen both eps once and I’m sure I’ve missed a few things).

First, that Phee/Tech goodbye. Is it me or did that feel…incomplete? Idk if that’s the right word, but I just felt that Tech didn’t want to say goodbye/didn’t know how? Idk. It felt…awkward almost. Like he was avoiding eye contact and he changed his stance just before she approached. It kind of makes me wonder if he wanted to say more but didn’t have time, or if he’s also traumatized by goodbyes (like Omega?) since he basically confirmed in ep9 that he ‘may feel things differently’ but that doesn’t mean he feels them any less.

Second, the planet they went to. I don’t remember the name and I won’t get into it too much but I just wanna say that I loved the atmosphere/setting/how it looked. Beautiful. When I first saw those rail car things I immediately thought of the Boiling Rock eps from AtLA (especially since this started as a ‘prison break’ w/ wanting to get Cross out of there).

Now…as for Tech. After seeing the names listed for the episodes online, I knew that Plan 99 was going to be about someone sacrificing themselves. For a while (until like ep13 or so) I had felt so certain that Crosshair was gonna be the one to sacrifice himself (for Omega). This kind of gets into some thoughts I have about the finale as a whole, but I wanna wait until I rewatch to get into that discussion.

I DO NOT BELIEVE TECH IS DEAD!

Like most, I also believe that because we haven’t seen a body, he isn’t dead and it’s SW. Echo and Gregor got blown up and were presumed dead, but look how that turned out. Anakin gets his limbs chopped and he burns alive, yet he lives. Grievous’ whole mess. Palpy🙄. Like seriously, no one stays dead w/o a body (Padme, Shmi, Jabba, etc). Mace…well that’s a different post altogether.

I’m glad they went back for AZI. I was worried Cid would use the droid to blackmail them. Also, saw Cid’s betrayal a mile away. I hate Cid’s character and always have so I’m glad they finally got her out of the way and have her cut ties with them. But yeah, I’m glad they didn’t just forget about AZI.

I also liked Hunter talking w/ Omega about what kind of life she’d like to live. All this time, Hunter believed Omega deserves a normal childhood (and she does) but he never once asked her if that’s what she wanted. He asked if she wanted to stay with them/the group, but not what kind of life she’d want to live. Her little nod almost as if she’s unsure about her answer made me smile. Like yes girl this is what it’s supposed to be like! Quietly fishing on an island w/ friends your age!

Believe it or not, I did not mind Omega disobeying Hunter. It really mirrored Tech’s ‘last words’ of ‘When have we ever followed orders?’. I obviously knew she was gonna get taken, it was set up. But I was upset that Hunter basically switches from going to go get Crosshair to wanting to rescue Omega instead. Like Tech sacrificed himself trying to rescue Crosshair. Yes Omega is a child and SHE IS IN DANGER, but I think that the imperial scientists and Nala Se would rather kill Crosshair instead of Omega. She is useful to them. It’s possible Crosshair is too now that he’s been experimented on, but for Palpatine’s uses, I believe Omega would be more important. This is just my opinion.

Speaking of things being obvious…that end reveal with Imperial scientist Emerie Karr. She’s Omega’s sister. Like most people, I deduced she MIGHT be a clone based on her accent and the similar structure of her face to Omega’s (nose and eye shape). I didn’t see if Omega’s VA did Emerie Karr cuz I don’t watch the credits, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she did voice both characters.

I think that’s it as a quick first thoughts kind of post.

Again, I’ll definitely do a full analysis/review on my main @mabrego0714 of the finale again once I rewatch it to make sure I caught everything.

Thanks for reading💖

#star wars #star wars bad batch #bad batch #sw tbb #bad batch spoilers #spoilers #tbb spoilers #bad batch season 2 spoilers #bad batch spoilers season 2 #Star Wars spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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seokiloquy · 2 years

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Pearlescent Pt 4 - Iwaizumi Hajime

Au: Merpeople

Requested (kind of)

Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, mentioned of death, pov switching

Word Count: 2.8k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5

The waves crashed gently against the rocks below you, slowly creeping up and away before repeating again. The knowledge that you were leaving weighed heavily on your chest. You didn’t have any choice in the matter, though. The sight of the moving water was meant to be a distraction but only seemed to remind you of your circumstances, making your chest feel heavy once again.

Iwaizumi had found you. For once, he wasn’t with his tail, instead a pair of casual clothes that would be easy to rip off should he decide to dip in the cold water. He swung his legs with a sigh.

“You shouldn't leave,” he said.

“Because you don’t want me to? I appreciate it, but I don’t actually have a choice.”

“It’s… not smart. You could die.”

You gave him an exacerbated sigh nudging his shoulder. “Don’t try to scare me like that.”

“I’m serious. People have tried to leave, and it doesn’t go well.”

“You sound like you're trying to kidnap me,” You grinned sheepishly, but the permanent frown on Iwaizumi's face made your heart sink.

“I’m not. But seriously, it could be detrimental to your health.”

Shifting in your spot to face him, you egged forward. “Explain.”

“Take Silver. She left for a year, and when she came back she was water locked. She couldn’t get her legs back.”

“What does that have to do with leaving?”

“It’s not the leaving that causes the problem. It’s usually where you go. Since you’ve transformed, you’ll need to keep being near water. Good water,” he argued.

“There's water practically everywhere.”

“Saltwater. That’s not heavily polluted.”

Looking at the beach, you noticed the cleanliness of the sand and the perfectly coloured water. It made sense that there were mers in the area if it was that important.

“As much as I believe you, Iwa, I don’t have a choice.”

He sighed, crossing his legs and mirroring your position to face you head-on. He stared for a moment, eyes soft as they flicked between yours, before closing his eyes and touching his forehead to yours. Taking a breath, he reached up for the pearls and small shell you had transferred onto a simple chain.

“You have the conch?”

“The shell phone?”

“Why did Oikawa tell you to call it that… Yes, the shell phone. If you’re in trouble, call me.”

“I’ll be in the city. How will you get there?”

“Hanni knows your address, doesn’t she? I’ll get her.”

“Fine, but only if I call by the shell phone.”

Hanni helped you pack the car in the morning the following day. Your mom didn't say a word but smiled at her sadly, giving her a hug before getting in the driver's seat. It was hard to think of anything to say while she carried a storm cloud around with her.

"Will you two be okay? So many things have happened in a short period of time," Hanni asked, carrying your suitcase on her back despite you saying you could roll it. She dropped it into the hatch before pulling the door down.

"I think we'll manage so long as she doesn't crash the car. That would just cause more distress."

"Does she even know about the whole fish thing?"

"Well, I haven't told her." Something about how your mom's eyes followed you while you walked out the door, or her smile made you refrain when you walked back in. "But I can't say she doesn't know anything. Ya know?"

It was hard to say goodbye to Hanni. It was not as though it hadn't been done before, but the extended stay and proximity had made you more attached. But, even still, you said goodbye, promising to see each other the next school break and got into the silent car.

Keeping her eyes on the road, it took a moment before you realised your mom wasn’t blinking. Focused and zeroed in, her mind off floating in a sea of something while her body was on autopilot. You didn’t dare break her concentration, it could be worse, she was at least driving correctly, safely.

The last time she had been in such a state was when the family cat died. It was a small thing she had found by the water while in your grandmother's home town and was older than you by many years. You couldn’t even remember its name. Your mom had been in a quiet stupor, in her own world, until the pattern of not taking care of another living within the house became muscle memory and there was hardly anything to remind her of its presence.

You didn’t remember the cat, at least not clearly, but her reaction stuck around.

When you got home and unloaded the bags, you ran for the kitchen, grabbing as big of a glass as possible and chugging it down.

“Thirsty?” Your mom chuckled slightly.

You sighed, took a breath and nodded.

“Hmm, it’s a bit dusty. I’m going to sweep and put on the humidifier.”

“Want help?”

“No,” she smiled. “I need a distraction.”

After weeks spent at a different school, it was odd returning to yours. Luckily, your teachers allowed it, and the information was all the same, just taught differently.

You found yourself smacking your lips, licking them every time they dried, and running into the hallway to refill your water bottle between classes.

You wanted to be stubborn and deny Iwaizumi’s claims of drying out on land like a fish out of water, but every time you savoured a cold glass, walked near the dock, or even stood in the shower, you could tell he was right.

“Put salt in a bath,” Iwaizumi said while talking to you over the phone. “Just, take a soak.”

“I don’t think you realise that apartments in the city don't really have baths.” You responded sadly, staring at the tiny bathroom and even smaller shower.

“Damn.”

“If I die here. Tell my mother I love her.”

“Please don’t. I think she’s dealt with enough.”

Fair point. “I’ll call if I faint or something. Will I faint?”

“Probably.”

“Great.”

You lasted nearly a month doing your usual routine. Get up, shower, drink water every hour, go home, shower, and go to bed. Then, after a particularly gruelling day of sitting at your desk and completing homework into the night and passing out without realising any time had passed, it caught up.

You woke up wheezing, crumbling, and struggling for air. It was hard to open your eyes. You could hardly see, only the bright bit of light that filtered through your window. Arms flailing, you reached for the shell on your bedside, grasping for the smooth shell and sticking out spires.

A smooth corner met the pit of your finger. You huffed in triumph and rolled onto your shoulder. The muscles in your arm and back stretched as you grasped for the shell. The side slid along your finger, and as you shifted to grab hold of it, it slipped. Its weight fell from your hand to somewhere on the floor below, cracking.

Breathing felt like a chore, and the realisation that you’d have to crawl off your bed and tap around for the shell felt like a death sentence.

Taking a slow, painful breath, you dropped a leg to the floor, and gently lowered yourself down, the floor was cold but felt nice against your skin. You wanted to lay there, rest after exerting yourself so much. Another slow, painful breath.

With a swing of your arm you found the conch against your elbow. You clung to it, feeling the chipped edge against your thumb.

“Haj— Haji—” saying Iwaizumi’s name felt like sand against your throat, grating and scratching it raw. “Hachim— Hachima.”

You couldn’t do it any longer. Taking in another shaking breath, you rested your head against the floor and sagged, hoping that your words would continue while you weren’t conscious for them.

With a smooth tail pumping himself forward through the water, a mer propelled straight to the centre of their community, searching for a figure amongst the coral and seaweed.

“Silver! Silvs!” The mer crashed into a cushion of anemones waving a finned arm in the air. “Silver!”

The mermaid turned, white hair following slowly to reveal her raised brow and concerned frown. “Hachima? What’s the matter?”

“The shell phone!”

“Of course, you call it that. What about the thing?”

“I got a call!”

“Congratulations.” Slivers clapped, not making a noise as the water stopped her palms from making a harsh impact.

“My kid called!”

“Pardon?”

“My kid! The one I told you about!” Hachima shouted.

“How would they have done that?”

“I don’t know! How did they even—”

“Hey, Silver.” Through an archway of coral, a brunette with a keen smile poked his head. Oikawa grinned, “Oh, hey, old geezer what are you doing in town?”

“Oikawa, whatever it is, I’m dealing with this right now.” She gestured to Hachima and the conch in his palm. “Can it wait?”

“It can, but I can’t. You got a shell phone call?” Oikawa swam the rest of the way through the arch. “Who from?”

“My kid!”

“You have a kid?”

“Ya, (Y/N)!”

Oikawa blinked, “heh?”

“I know! I’m confused too!”

“I um..” Oikawa backed away, back toward the arch he had come from. “I’ll be right back. IWAIZUMI HAJIME!”

Watching the merman swim off, Silver baulked at the mer in front of her. “Your kid is (Y/N)?”

Hachima nodded.

“We should follow Oikawa.”

“I can’t believe you made me drive here!” Hanni gasped, getting out of her car. “I just got this licence, do you realise how close I was to losing it?”

The two teenage boys rushed out of the car, running up the road, and hardly paying attention to a word Hanni said.

“Wrong way idiots!”

Iwaizumi, who had been trailing after Oikawa, grabbed the latter by the collar of his shift and jogged back to Hanni, who waited with her arms crossed.

It was faster to take the stairs than to wait for the elevator to come down. Once the athletes got up, they hardly felt the repercussions of skipping every other step while running up the stairs. Hanni knocked harshly on the wooden door, feeling it quake.

“Auntie Kira! It’s Hanni!”

“Hanni!” The door opened. “How did you get here?”

“Drove. Is (Y/N) okay?”

Your mother looked over Hanni’s shoulder to the two strange boys behind her. Gulping and shaking her head quietly, she scrutinised them. “No. Who are these two?”

“Friends. They’re here to help. Can we come in?”

You were laid out on a towel on the living room floor, next to an empty bucket and in a puddle of water.

“I had suspicions,” Kira said, grabbing a cloth and dipping it into the sink, before carrying it over to your body and draping it on your forehead. “It made sense. Staying out later than usual, drinking more water, the pearl.”

She lifted her hand to show the round bead on her finger, dark, like an oil spill.

“(Y/N) should have told you.” Hanni sighed, grabbing another towel.

“Maybe. But I never told them either. It always felt too soon, until it was too late and now it’s happening all over again.”

“We have to get to the ocean,” Oikawa said. “It’ll help fix everything.”

“Driving all the way back without water would be a bit risky.” Hanni huffed.

“Or we go to the dock.” Iwaizumi shrugged, earning a sceptical look from Oikawa. “It’s not great. But we drop (Y/N) off in the water and all go back by car. It should be okay so long as they’re not in there for too long.”

The teens nodded, but your mother hovered frozen as she looked at your constantly drying skin. “Alone? Will it work? Really?”

“I can’t guarantee anything. But there shouldn’t be too many side effects, even being near the water should help.”

Kira nodded, looking at the remaining boxes that had yet to be unpacked. “Get everything and put it in the van.”

“Auntie?”

“I can’t have this happen again. If (Y/N) needs to be by the water to be healthy, we’re doing this properly.” She nodded to the boys. “Grab everything.”

The group drove in separate cars, your mother hightailing it with every single possession you had in your tiny apartment packed into her van with hardly any space for anything else. The rest got into Hanni’s car, Oikawa in the passenger side, trying to control the music while Iwaizumi held your head in his lap in the back. Any stray thing that couldn’t fit in Kira’s car went by everyone’s feet or in the trunk.

Finding a place to park, and a secluded corner by the murky water, the three looked for your mother's whereabouts while combining their strength to carry you.

Kira was looking off the dock ledge with her eyes widened, lips parted. The three carried you toward her.

Oikawa gasped, “Hey! It’s old geez—”

“You asshole!” With shock turning into a nasty grimace, Kira jumped, landing in the trash and oil-riddled water grabbing the mer by the neck and locking him in her elbow. Pulling them both into the water.

They resurfaced, the merman flailing with the extra weight on his back.

“Kira, Kira, Wait!”

“How dare you!”

Hachima paused, sinking into the warmth of Kira’s chest against his back. She sobbed, gripping onto his shoulder.

“I’m sorry darling. I tried. But I got… Waterlogged?”

“I hate you. I hate you, Hachima.”

“I know.” He patted her hand slowly, feeling his ring on her finger. “I know. I deserve it.”

Iwaizumi watched, cautiously leading the other two to the water’s edge. “Hate to break things up. But we’ve got a dried-up mer here.”

“Don’t I know how that feels.” Hachima sighed, adjusting Kira to his front before lifting her onto the edge. “Give me my guppy, I’ll take care of things.”

“You” — Kira struggled, wiping her tears with wet hands — “You come back. I’ll be at your mother's. We’re gonna move there since…”

“I know, Pearl. It's okay. I’ll be there.” He patted her knee while taking your body from the teens and lowering you into the water with him.

As if expecting it, as soon as you hit the salty water, your legs disappeared and shifted into a strong tail.

“That’s horrifying.” Hanni gagged.

“You get used to it,” Iwaizumi huffed, elbowing Oikawa who still made uncomfortable expressions at the sight.

“I’ll never think it looks normal.”

Hachima chuckled. “I’ll meet you by the beach. Guppy here is gonna need some time to soak.”

The teens nodded, watching the man dive with you into the dark water.

“He’s been here this whole time?” Kira whispered. “I thought. I thought he just left. But he's been here? At the docks?”

“If we had known that he had family on the shore we would’ve tried to help, or at least I think we would have. But he’s hardly ever in the community. Always somewhere else. I guess he’s been here, with you, in the city,” Iwaizumi said while getting to his feet.

They needed to get towels and fresh clothes for Kira. Luckily, with everything in the car, all it required was unzipping a couple of bags and sending her off to the dock washrooms. As she came back, Hanni walked with her to the van.

“Auntie, if I can ask, what happened to you and Hachima?”

Sniffling as she opened the driver's seat door, Kira paused at the sighed of her damp reflection. “Well, I met him on the beach, where you grew up. But after a few years of being together, we moved to the city. I don’t know why he followed me when it was bad for him. He told me about being a mer, but then a couple of years after (Y/N) was born, when we went to visit his mother he just, disappeared.”

“Mers needs salt water to survive normally, clean salt water,” Iwaizumi walked up, placing a fresh towel on the driver's seat for Kira to sit on. “After being away from it for so long, Hachima probably couldn’t transform back. And when you went back to the city without him, he followed. And this water,” he pointed, “this would make it even harder.”

“He had arm fins,” Oikawa added, grimacing, “and seaweed-like hair. Bad water will do that to ya.”

Nodding, Iwaizumi turned to your mother. “I’m sorry that we had to meet this way. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, that’s Oikawa Tooru.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kira smiled. “Okay team, let’s get home.”

Exposition cause exposition. One more part to thisssss - Bacon

Posted: 29/01/2023

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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What if Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and he finds out he’s really into being a pleasure dom and wants to try it with the reader? 👀

Pleasure Dom Bucky, yes please 😩 you just know that mf would take such good care of you after a long stressful week. Honestly, this one took me a hot minute to write because I had to do some research for it lmao, I hope it’s okay!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), PleasureDom!Bucky, sub reader, pet names, praise kink, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, oral (f receiving), somnophilia (done with consent established previously), daddy kink, the dog tags make an appearance, mention of safe words, overstimulation, lil voyeurism (watching yourselves in a mirror), light humiliation

Minors, do not interact

What had started out as a week with very little in your calendar soon turned into an absolute killer. You weren’t quite sure how your time got filled up so quickly, wall to wall meetings scheduled into your diary, leaving you hardly any time to even breathe. The meetings themselves weren’t even the worst part, the worst was knowing that after your work day had officially ended, you had endless catching up to do for your other projects and then all the planning for the meetings the following day. Your sleep was limited, as was Bucky’s. He hated going to bed without you, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours until you eventually gave in and joined him. As the week went on you found yourself only getting more and more stressed. By Friday you were almost ready to lie in bed and not move all weekend, just hoping Monday wouldn’t bring more of the same torture.

When 5pm on Friday rolled around, Bucky was standing waiting at the door to your study, adamant that your laptop would be switched off and hidden from you all weekend, along with your work mobile. You huffed out a little tired laugh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you surrendered your gadgets, not even wanting to put up a fight, just glad to see the back of such an awful week. Bucky had let you choose a takeout to order from, keen to get some real food in you before making sure you got a good long rest to combat those dark circles forming under your eyes. Within 20 minutes of finishing dinner, your sleepy eyes became too heavy to hold open. Bucky hated seeing you so worn out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed, thankful that you had changed into your pyjamas before the food had arrived so he wouldn’t have to disturb you too much. His heart melted at the sight of you clinging to his thin cotton pyjama top, craving the comfort his body afforded you even when you were sleeping.

But God, waking up the next morning, he was reminded of exactly how much comfort your body afforded him. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow gently, your face looking so relaxed compared to how it had been all week, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks in the early morning sunlight. Your little snores were still deep but fuck, the sight of you in only his shirt and a thin pair of panties had him harder than he could’ve believed possible without being touched. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, his whole body itching to touch you, to make you forget all about that terrible week, fucking all thoughts from your head until you couldn’t think of anything never mind work. He put it down to the fact that he had hardly so much as kissed you goodnight all week, his body going into overdrive from the pent up longing and frustration.

He couldn’t help how he noticed everything about your body this morning, the way your nipples pebbled quickly when he slipped his cool metal hand under your shirt to gently grab at your breasts, doing his very best to contain his satisfaction at the way you tried to lean into his touch. He also didn’t miss how your body responded when he ran one flesh finger over your clothed core, a little groan falling from your parted lips when he added a little extra pressure to your clit. He loved how your body was just so intoxicating, always ready to take him. After a few more teasing glides across your core he pulled your panties to the side, finding your body was reacting to him nicely, wetness beginning to drip from your needy hole. Without thinking, he shuffled down the bed, his tongue poked out, lapping gently at the sweet nectar he had drew from your body. He was so hard now it almost hurt, noticing how even in your sleep, the wetness between your legs only grew. Tiny whimpers fell from your lips as he pressed a metal finger to your entrance, sliding in with ease, tongue lapping gently at your clit.

“So delicious toots, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but still needing to tell you. Your hands grasped at the sheets, fingers gently bunching them, stirring from your sleep but not quite conscious yet. Your walls were fluttering around the single digit, your high not far away.

“Christ, Bucky.” You whined, eyelids flickering open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room and make sense of the overwhelming sensations between your legs at the same time. “What are you doing?”

“Havin’ a little breakfast babydoll, jus’ let me take care of you. Wanna make you feel good all day, okay? You aren’t leavin’ this bed.” His voice was so low and seductive, lips latching back onto your clit and his finger curling inside you. You could only nod, whining as the pleasure became too much, keening against his face to ride your orgasm out against his tongue. “Tha’s it toots, gimme more. Good girl.” He encouraged, working his finger even faster, prolonging your high for as long as possible. God he got off on this, your needy moans nearly too much for him to handle. But no matter how much precum leaked from his swollen tip, no matter how badly he needed to cum, so long as you were getting off, his pleasure was only an afterthought to him.

“Well good morning to you too.” You huffed out a little laugh as his finger eventually slid out of you.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.” He smirked, wiping his now glistening chin with the back of his flesh hand.

“No complaints here Buck, it was better waking up to that than an inbox full of emails.” You chuckled, stroking his hair lovingly.

“It had better be, if you’d rather have the emails I’d be offended.” He laughed softly stroking the inside of your thigh with his flesh thumb. “But if you talk about work anymore I’ll have to gag you.” His voice was light and teasing.

“Maybe some other time Buck.” You chuckled, running a hand gently through his messy bed head, your high ebbing pleasantly away as your feet hit the plush carpet of your bedroom.

“Ah ah ah toots, what did I tell you? You aren’t leavin’ this bed today. Gotta make you feel good til you can’t think of anything but me.” He reached out, grabbing your legs to pull you back onto the bed, lips latched onto the soft meat of your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh gently as he kissed you, a fire burning fiercely behind his eyes once more. God he meant it. You really weren’t going to get a minute’s rest today.

“I was thinkin’ babydoll, how many meetings did you have yesterday?” He asked thoughtfully in between sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs

“Eight honey, why?” You managed to choke out.

“Wanna give you that many orgasms.” He stated bluntly as if it was the most normal request in the world. You knew very often Bucky got as much pleasure from making you cum as he got from cumming himself but this suggestion was something else. His lips on your thighs felt amazing, the little dusting of stubble burning as his face drifted up the inside of your legs, his eyes never leaving yours

“There’s no way I can handle eight.” You whispered, losing yourself slightly to the pleasure of his mouth on your sensitive skin.

“Course you can little slut, that’s one down, only seven to go. That’ll keep you nice and busy won’t it? By the time I’m done, work will be the last thing on your mind.” He made it sound so easy, so lovely, like it was absolutely manageable, enjoyable even, but you knew better than to dream of gentle orgasms, soft touches and sweet kisses. You knew that when Bucky got into the mindset that everything he did was entirely for your pleasure, it was all about tearing you orgasms from your trembling body in the quickest succession possible, one barely ending before the next began. This was the first time he had ever suggested such an intense session. His kisses got sloppier, his wet mouth making you groan as it connected with you core once more, panties pushed to the side. Fuck, his tongue felt incredible, broad, firm strokes over the entire length of your dripping sex. You pressed your lips together to stifle your noises, your hands sinking into the soft, dark hair on Bucky’s head to pull his face closer to where you needed him most.

“If you’re holdin’ those pretty noises back toots, I’ll add another orgasm on as punishment.” He quipped, mouth creating a seal around your clit before sucking hard to pull the filthiest moan from you he had ever heard. He was in his element, hard and needy and damn near ready to hump the bed beneath him for some relief but determined to absolutely wreck you before he could even think of his own pleasure. Without saying much more, he slid two metal fingers into you, admiring how they slipped in with so little resistance.

“That’s it, oh God you take me so well. Know exactly what your body needs baby, need to be fucked like a whore don’t ya? Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m done with ya.” He was almost growling in between little kitten licks to your clit, fingers plunging in and out of you, rubbing your silky walls perfectly.

“Bucky, more, fuck.” You hissed out, grinding your hips against his hand. The vibrations from the little laugh he let out in response felt amazing.

“God doll, you’re not gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. Gonna have you begging me to stop. But since you were a good girl this week, I’m sure I could play nice for now.” He laughed, lips and tongue crashing against your clit, fingers working faster and his eyes trained on your face as he tore another orgasm from your body. You groaned out, rutting against his face, your juices soaking his fingers and tongue as you rode out your high, panting and whimpering deliciously for him.

“Good girl honey, did so well. Want you to ride me now, yeah? Want that little body on top of me. You just gotta use me to make yourself feel good doll, don’t even worry bout makin’ me cum. Want as many of those pretty moans as you can give me before your legs give out.” His filthy plans had you whimpering, knowing that when your legs turned to jelly from too many orgasms, that didn’t mean you’d be stopping. It just meant he would take over. You did as he asked, hopping up onto your knees while Bucky undressed himself, giving his proud, hard cock a few lazy pumps watching you remove your pyjamas. You positioned yourself above him, his metal hand lined his cock up with your soaked, already abused hole. Sinking down onto his length tore groans from both of you, Bucky’s flesh hand gripping your waist to stop himself from pushing you the whole way down too quickly.

“Tightest fuckin’ pussy, you feel so good for daddy. God kitten, this pussy is so hungry isn’t it? Needs me, I can feel it. You need daddy’s cock to make you feel good? Gonna take such good care of you.” He was losing himself in the feeling of your silky walls gripping him, wetter than he could ever remember you being before. But god, you had six more orgasms ahead of you, how on Earth was he gonna make it if you got any wetter? The thick drag of his bare cock inside you was almost more than you could take as you pulled yourself back up his length again, sinking down quickly until he was entirely seated inside you.

“So so big daddy, I can’t.” You wailed, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy fuelling you to keep going regardless.

“Yes you can angel, doin’ so well for daddy. So tight around me, can hardly move. Nothin’ feels as good as you do. Fuckin’ live to be buried in this little pussy, you know that?” His filthy pants had you rolling your hips faster against him, not really fucking him, more grinding your pelvis against his with his length fully seated inside you. It was such a different sensation to being fucked, it just made you feel endlessly full, the thickness of Bucky’s cock stuffing you, the head nestled deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Every little grind of your hips had him nudging that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and your head flop to the side. And Bucky was absolutely obsessed. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from you, not knowing whether he wanted to watch how your breasts jiggled as you moved, watch down at the mess you were making where your bodies were joined or watch the look of sheer pleasure on your face. He loved seeing you take what you needed from him, knowing that he was still in control but letting you use his body to satisfy yourself.

“So deep ‘nside you toots, bet you can feel me in here.” He pressed his metal hand to your lower tummy, the coolness making you gasp. Everything felt like it was too much but the grind alone wasn’t enough to tear your building orgasm from you and of course Bucky knew that.

“Tell me what you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.” Bucky whispered softly, lips dusting chaste kisses on your shoulders, flesh arm wrapped up your back, helping you move against him.

“Fingers daddy, on my clit.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly.

“Magic word toots?” He teased with a little laugh, flesh fingers dancing over your clit torturously.

“Metal ones daddy, please.” Your whine would have been mortifying under any other circumstances but right now, you didn’t care. Bucky raised an eyebrow at your little request, secretly thrilled that you got so much pleasure from his metal digits.

“Filthy girl.” He whispered, replacing his flesh hand with his metal one, rubbing between your bodies in harsh circles. The cool fingers felt even better, the ridges in the unrelenting metal only added to the sensations threatening to consume your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself tightening, Bucky’s movements never even faltering as you hit your peak.

“That’s it, cum for me, good girl, hump Daddy’s big cock. Know how much you need this, know you love daddy fillin’ you up.” His eyes were completely trained on your face, loving how it screwed up in response to the words he mumbled in the quiet, early morning air. Your gasps didn’t stop as your high started to subside, mainly because his fingers didn’t stop. You tried your best to pull away, becoming far too sensitive very quickly but Bucky’s flesh hand on your hip held you in place.

“Want another one out of you before I let you move.” He whispered, fingers only speeding up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“Can’t take it daddy, it’s too much!” You sobbed, face buried into the crook of his neck as your body twitched around him, another peak fast approaching. You knew you could’ve said your safe word if you needed to but deep down you knew you could handle it.

“I know you want it angel, c’mon, stop holdin’ back.” He growled, rubbing you even faster, dragging you screaming into yet another orgasm. You couldn’t help but bite down on his flesh shoulder as you came, your body shuddering, wet nectar dripping out of you and down over his balls.

“Oh fuck, soakin’ me, you know that? Pussy is drippin’ everywhere. Such a wet little slut for daddy, aren’t ya cupcake? Such a good girl.” Bucky’s praise only made your walls flutter even more, pulling a growl from his throat. Before you even got a chance to register what was going on, Bucky had you flipped over, ass in the air, face down on the bed with his cock still inside you.

“Can’t wait anymore toots, need this.” He grunted, fucking into you recklessly. You could’ve screamed from the overstimulation, body trembling, walls still trying to milk Bucky’s thick cock. Again, your last orgasm didn’t even get a chance to ebb away before you were being worked towards another one. Your back arched into the bed of its own accord, letting Bucky fuck deeper into you. Your whimpers mingled with Bucky’s grunts, sounds of skin slapping on skin filling the house.

“Pussy’s still clenchin’ me so tight, you’ve no idea how good you make me feel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky was almost growling, his own need almost entirely taking over, eager to cum so he could get back to focusing on giving you as much pleasure as you could handle.

“Thank daddy for fuckin’ you. Thank me for givin’ you my cock raw like this.” He groaned, fingers drifting between your thighs to play with your swollen bud once more.

God, this was humiliating and you were loving every single second.

“Thank you daddy! Love your cock so much, think about nothing else. Love how you fuck me, love how big it feels, love your cum, just need more daddy please.” Your words were only broken by little gasps, Bucky fucking into you harder than you even thought possible.

“Tha’s it, God yes, takin’ me like a good girl, my best girl. Little pussy so hungry for daddy’s cum. That never changes, does it honey? Should just keep you plugged and full of me all the time. Only thing that could keep your needy cunt happy, isn’t it? Just a little cum whore. Gonna give you a load now baby, okay? Keep that little face pressed to the bed and ass up, want it all drippin’ as deep ‘nside you as it can get. Don’t want a single drop spillin’.” Sometimes you wonder where Bucky possibly learned to talk so dirty but right now you didn’t care, teetering on the brink of a fifth orgasm as you lowered yourself the way he wanted, his cock nudging your cervix in this new position.

“So deep daddy,” you whimpered, muffled slightly by the thick duvet as he pounded into you. His fingers rolling perfectly against your clit was enough to tear you apart, your body shaking, fingers squeezing the sheets as you rode out the electric feeling shooting the whole way through your body. That was all it took to drag Bucky over the edge too, not able to hold back with how your walls were tightening around him, milking every drop of cum into your body.

“So tight toots, can’t even move.” He groaned, stilling his movements to stay pressed right at the deepest point inside you. The warm feeling of his cum exploding into you was almost more than you could handle, knowing every drop had to stay there to keep Bucky happy. His fingers didn’t stop moving against your clit though, tearing as many aftershocks from your over worked body as you could muster.

“Bet there’s so much cum in you now.” He whispered proudly, kissing down your spine despite the thin sheen of sweat, slowly pulling out and humming appreciatively when there wasn’t even the slightest indication of the mess he had made inside you. You felt absolutely boneless, knowing you were over the half way mark but still nowhere near finished yet.

“Three left honey, how ya feeling?” He cooed softly, taking a second to stroke your hair and dote on you. His cock hadn’t softened at all but it rarely ever did after only cumming once during such an intense session.

“Feel good Buck, sensitive.” You whispered, flopping onto the bed with your eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Think you can take some more for me?” He asked quietly, placing tiny kisses to your shoulders and neck. You could do nothing but hum contentedly, letting him give you as much affection as he wanted.

“Need you to use your words sweetheart. Didn’t make you, dumb already, did I?” He chuckled, making you open your eyes to see that dashing smile

“Want more daddy, I can take it.” You nodded gently, noticing how his smile only widened at your eagerness.

“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?” He beamed, giving you a gentle kiss that was all teeth and tight lips, his smile still so evident on his face. “Won’t mind though if you need to stop. Want you to enjoy this babydoll.”

“No Buck, I can keep going. But we can cuddle afterwards, yeah?” You asked, placing a little tired kiss to his knuckles of his flesh hand.

“Oh honey, when we’re done here, we can do whatever you like. This weekend’s about you, jus’ wanna make you feel good.” He agreed, heart aching at the sight of you looking so beautifully fucked out and still asking him for more.

“Thank you daddy.” You smiled lazily, knowing it would get him right back in the mood to fuck you relentlessly through the final three.

Bucky groaned hearing the title fall from your lips again when he was least expecting it, cock bobbing deliciously in agreement.

“Fuck princess, you’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He laughed, metal hand falling to grip his aching cock. “Jus’ you lie there angel, lemme do the work this time.” You sure weren’t going to argue, pressing your head back on the soft pillows as Bucky positioned you how he wanted you, slotting neatly between your spread thighs. Despite how kinky Bucky was, missionary was still one of his all time favourite positions. It was simple, comfortable, uncomplicated and he loved being able to see your face contort as he takes you apart, not to mention the perfect bounce of your tits when he slams into you. Bucky lined up with your soaked pussy, taking the time to make sure none of his seed from the last round had spilled from your core. Once he was satisfied that it was only your own juices that were coating your thighs, he pressed in, revelling in the gasp you let out.

“So warm and wet babydoll.” He hissed, head thrown back as he set a decent pace, thrusting in and out with his metal hand pressed to your lower tummy. “Swear I can feel myself in here, just so deep ‘nside you, aren’t I?” You couldn’t really believe how your body was still craving him, still needing more even though you were so fucked out already. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to reply, almost every coherent thought having been fucked from your head. The soft clinking of metal had you opening your eyes. But when did you close them? You had no idea, and far less did you care upon seeing Bucky hovering on top of you, his dog tags swinging in front of your face. Somewhere deep inside your brain you registered that he must’ve pulled them from the nightstand when your eyes had been shut but there was something about them that just made the sex that little bit better. He knew how much you loved them too, smirking down at you as he continued his leisurely thrusts.

“Like what you see?” His voice was deep and seductive, close to only being a low rumble. His abs rippled with every push into your tight heat, little grunts slipping past his lips occasionally, a light flush on his cheeks from arousal. What was there to not like about Bucky Barnes? You could only nod, trying to press your hips closer to his pelvis, wanting to pull him deeper than even should have been possible.

“God, you can’t get enough can you? My cock that addictive honey?” He teased, flesh fingers toying with your clit. You cried out quietly at the feeling, not understanding how you could possibly still need more. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you reached up, taking those jingling dog tags in your mouth, lips wrapping neatly around the chain. Bucky thought once more that he might cum then and there, just at the sight of your little pretty mouth enveloping his tags, the metallic taste covering your tongue.

“Need your slutty mouth filled too baby? Should’ve said somethin’, coulda had my fingers ‘nstead. But maybe you couldn’t tell me? Can’t get any words out now, can you? Daddy’s cock knocked all thoughts out of that little head, hm? That’s okay angel, daddy doesn’t need you to think, jus’ need you to cum. Think you can do that for me?” Your legs were shaking but you nodded you head regardless. As Bucky had been talking, he had dialled everything up a notch, fucking you faster, rubbing you in tighter circles, everything just felt incredible, your orgasm so close once more.

“Ah, daddy, please.” You pleaded, absolutely no idea what you were even pleading for anymore other than release. Bucky chuckled lowly from somewhere deep in his chest before giving you what you had begged for, pressing a little harder on your clit, rubbing in the same tights circles, dragging you through a painfully intense orgasm. Your teeth bit down on the hard metal in your mouth, trying to stifle the screams and whines that fell from you as every single vein in your body throbbed, desire washing through you violently. Bucky was completely and utterly obsessed with you, coaching you through your high with the same filthy grunts and promises that you had learned to expect from him.

As your high subsided, Bucky didn’t slow, if anything he just fucked you faster, not chasing his own release yet but loving how you looked like you had been fucked absolutely senseless, eyes rolling back, head crooked to the side, fingernails digging into his flesh, dog tags still in your mouth.

“You’re a fuckin’ picture like this doll, so beautiful for me. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” His thrusts had your tits bouncing back and forth, jiggling even more as you squirmed, trying to move away from him given how painfully overstimulated you were becoming. You screamed and yelled as his fingers picked up speed, slipping around from the insane amount of slick that had dripped from your hole.

“Come on little whore, cum for daddy, give it to me. Silly little slut can’t do anything but cum, can you? So fuckin’ good at it, no thoughts left in that pretty head of yours, daddy fucked them all out didn’t he? Love seein’ you like this, greedy pussy takin’ everything I give it. You’re an angel, you know that? My angel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky’s voice was deep, strangled and needy, working you as fast as he could. Your legs couldn’t hold still as he pounded you, metal hand still pressing on your tummy so you could feel his cock even deeper inside you. It was all too fucking much, that ball of need inside you exploding once more making you scream, thrashing around under his huge body. Your rhythmic squeezing had him groaning, screwing his face up, unable to hide how good it felt.

“Last one princess, you ready?” Bucky asked softly, pulling out to give you a second. Christ, you looked wrecked but in the best way possible. His dog tags slipped from your mouth, spit trailing down your chin that you wiped away with the back of your hand.

“You sure you can take another? Need a colour toots.” Bucky probed gently, stroking your cheek lovingly, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

“Green daddy, just one more. I can take it.” You nodded weakly, fawning over the little gentle kiss Bucky pressed to your forehead.

“That’s my good girl.” He soothed. “I’ll make it quick, promise.” With that he hopped off the bed. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to care about why he had got up, taking the time to catch your breath and steady yourself but when he came back empty handed, you couldn’t help but be a little confused.

“Gonna move you toots,” he hummed quietly, shifting you onto your hands and knees at the side of the bed and that’s when you realised what he had been doing. Bucky had pulled one of the wardrobe doors open, specifically the door with the full length mirror, leaving it at an angle so you could see yourself from where you sat on the bed.

“Want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” He groaned, harder than he could ever remember being in his life before. You whimpered even just at the thought, letting him slip inside you then pull your back flush to his chest. His whole body felt like it was surrounding you, probably because it was. His firm chest felt so comforting against you, both of his arms supporting your bare frame, casing you in against him. He pulled your hair out of the way, making sure he was able to kiss your neck and shoulders before beginning to piston his hips, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You were so glad he was holding you up, knowing if he took his arms away, you would be left to crumple onto the sheets. Your moans were so lewd you surprised yourself at how keen you were to just keep taking his cock. You knew you would feel empty without him inside you after such a long session but the emptiness might even be a blessing after this insane amount of stimulation.

“Look at yourself baby, you just came seven times for me and you’re still keen to go again. Still gonna give me ‘nother one. Cause you’re the best girl, aren’t you? So so good for daddy. Jus’ lettin’ me take and take from your body. You feel that mess sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ soaked right down to your knees, toots. All my cum from earlier drippin’ out of you. Don’t worry, got ‘nother nice big load to fill you with. Gotta give my best girl what she needs.” You hadn’t even noticed the sticky wetness between your thighs, the change in position letting it all seep out of you. You whined, high and needy as his fingers ghosted through the wetness, landing on your clit. His movements were smooth and methodical, rubbing you at the exact pace he knew you liked. He didn’t want to drag this out any more and he wasn’t even sure that he could last any longer.

“Cum for me babydoll, one last time. That’s it, good girl, hump daddy’s fingers. Excellent baby, doin’ so well for me, ‘m so proud of you, you know that? So so proud.” You felt your body clench harder than you had even thought possible, a strangled cry being torn from Bucky’s throat, his seed spilling so deep inside you.

“Ah, holy shit, can’t stop cummin’.” He panted against your neck, your head flung back onto his shoulder as the most intense high of your life took over. Your whole body was alight with pleasure and yet everything still felt so intimate in this position. Your bodies just felt connected in a way that you couldn’t even describe. Maybe you were just delirious with pleasure but it didn’t even really matter, chants of Bucky’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your pussy throbbed, aching and abused but not relenting in the slightest, if anything it only clenched harder around Bucky, milking every single drop of cum from him.

You practically collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving, both spent and sweaty from the most exhausting morning of you life.

“Christ.” You whispered with a little content laugh, words not even connecting in your brain to form a coherent sentence.

“I agree.” Bucky laughed softly, pulling you practically on top of him, needing to feel you close and take care of you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked quietly, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair, being as delicate with you as possible.

“ ‘m good.” You hummed, giving him a little nod, taking in all the adoration he was offering.

“How bout a little nap, hm? You’re exhausted sweet pea. Then I’ll make us some lunch, yeah?” Bucky suggested, losing his mind when you snuggled yourself even closer to his body. You could only nod and give him a little smile, his fingers carding through your hair ever so gently. The hammering in Bucky’s chest was returning to a more natural thud, comforting you even more, your eyes closing of their own accord.

“My best girl.” He whispered, pressing more gentle kisses to your fragile body, little compliments and praises breaking the silence, lulling you into the best sleep of your life.

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A little dream of me

Word count: 6,965

Summary: Marc's dreams become a little too real for his liking.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockely x reader

Warnings: Violence, Smut, fluff, jake lockley (jk he’s a loving teddy bear)

A/N : Welcome to my longest and my first ever smut writing so i'm sorry if it's shit:) I don't really know where that ending came from. I sort of just word vomited but I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Marc had never felt his heart beat so quickly out of his chest, both Steven and Jake would say the same considering how fast they were running to get to you. All they could hear were your screams of agony and pain and they were prepared to destroy whatever was causing it because nothing or no one would survive the fist of vengeance after even approaching you with a threat. But, they couldn't find you, your screams for them got louder but just as they thought they were close it felt like a weight was being added to slow them down, to keep them away from the only light in their life and that, they would not allow. Marc kept running and finally he was brought into a ballroom only lit by the moonlight coming in through the ceiling windows and you standing in the middle of it in a dress and heals as if you'd been celebrating something. As marc tried to call out to you something in his throat held him back from speaking and all he could do was reach with his arms while your screams began to weaken. Finally he reached you and took you into his arms. “Marc..” you said weakly as your body began to become limp in his arms and you took your last breath. Marc looked down at you opening his arms and realizing there was blood. Everywhere. Not only was there blood, it was yours. Before he could scream he awoke from his nightmare almost jumping out of bed and startling you awake thinking someone had attacked him in the middle of the night. “Marc? Baby what's wrong?” you asked about your boyfriend who already got little to no sleep as it was a nightmare was the last thing he needs right now. “ I -it- I was'' he stuttered on, “ It was just a dream baby you're okay i'm right here with you.” you said trying to ease him as best as you could. “Do you want to talk about maybe it'll help?” you asked knowing he probably will just say it was nothing. “It just felt too real but I'm fine now let's go back to bed.” he said hurriedly which was expected of him being closed off and all. “Marc I think it's best we tell her about what we saw, yeah? It felt all too real.” said Steven from the mirror trying to get through knowing she'd ask him and it'd be hard for him to lie to y/n she could read him like a book. Marc shook his head and went back to bed ignoring Steven but promising to keep a closer eye on you just to make sure no threats were made in real life because if the three of them lost their anchor there's no hiding spot in the world for the culprit to hide in that they wouldn't find, for you, they'd end them all.

Marc stayed up the rest of the night not being able to go back to sleep after the all too real dream he had so instead he watched you sleep peacefully in his arms, memorizing every feature of your face, the way you breathed, and how your hair smelled of lavender under his chin and it was then that fear instilled him at the thought of losing you so much that he fronted and gave Steven control so you wouldn't notice when you woke. Soon came the sun and you were awakened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. “Goodmorning Lovey how did you sleep?” you heard a british voice, that's weird you could've sworn you fell asleep with Marc? “Good Morning my love when did you and Marc switch? I don't mind it at all but it's a bit random no?” you said curious to see if it had anything to do with the night before. “Oh well, I asked if I could make you breakfast this morning and he agreed. I hope it's alright with you.” he said almost not even believing himself but you let it go not wanting to push further. “Sounds great to me steven, any plans for today love?” you asked changing the topic. “Oh just work I reckon Donna is going to put me on inventory again” Steven said annoyed. “Can't that hag ever just give you a break?” you asked annoyed with the woman who made your boyfriends work hell. “ I don't see it happening anytime soon but i'll have to get going before im there all day and night.” he said hurriedly running around to get ready. “Well okay then I was planning on going shopping for a bit then meeting you for your lunch. How does that sound lovey?” you asked. “Ask her about the mall, why is she going? With who?” Marc said in a paranoid manner while Steven looked into the mirror bewildered by his tone. “Is something wrong steven?” you asked, confused by his reaction to your plans. “Im sorry for going to the mall for? I don't mean to sound pushy, just curious is all.” he asked timidly. “ I need to find a dress for my friend's birthday, remember? You said you'd be my date when Marc and Jake hid from me” you said laughing when you remembered how they made Steven from knowing he'd never say no to you. “Oh yeah of course honey sounds like a plan then yeah? See you at my lunch, love you cheers!” he yelled running out of the door before Marc could make him say anything else. “You should've told her to stay home bobo” Jake said annoyed that he couldn't be there to protect you. “Go back in there and ask her to stay home until we come back,” Marc said eagerly. “Bullocks! Will you two just be quiet already? I am going to work. She will be just fine and we will see her on our lunch now. Zip it and stop making me look like a lunatic!” screamed Steven before walking out and getting on the bus. “Locos ya estamos amigo”(were already crazy my friend) said jake. “Yeah yeah whatever mate” Steven said as he walked into the museum ready to act as if he didnt have two alters talking his head off about protecting you.

Lunch time came around and Steven asked to see the dress you bought but you had told him it'd be a surprise for when he got home so they could actually see it on you in all its glory. Soon after you went home and prepared dinner as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriends still thinking about the events of last night and hoping that they'd finally open up to you about it. You were taken away from your thoughts when you heard the door open, “princessa ya llegamos” , the easily recognizable voice of jake. “Finally mi rey, it felt like forever since I last saw you” you said as you welcomed him with a kiss and accepted the flowers he brought you, such a romance. “Can we finally see the dress you bought today or will you keep us waiting?” he asked, you had almost forgotten about that given that it's easy to forget that the world still spins when you're in your boyfriend's arms. “Right! Let me go change, sit on the couch and close your eyes.” you ordered with a laugh at how he actually listened to you for once. “And now open them.” you said excitedly smiling as you stood in front of them in the dress, noticing they had yet to react you asked, “jake whats wrong? You don't like it?” you said you were worried you had gone over the top. “No mi amor I am awestruck you look so beautiful.” he said saving himself, in reality you did look like an angel sent from heaven the problem was this was the dress you wore in Marc’s dream, and jake meant down to the last seam exact. “She can't go to that birthday party.” Marc said already beginning to panic just by looking at the dress. “Well who's bloody gonna tell her that I mean look at her she's so happy.” Steven said admiring your smile as you twirled for them excited to be wearing it. Meanwhile Jake just put on his best smile and pretended like he was going bat shit over this dress too. “Te ves hermosa amor, when is this party?” he asked, trying to find out how much time they had to make a plan to change your mind. “Saturday, I found it just in time like it was meant to be! I'm going to go change armor and I'll be back in a second for dinner.” you said walking off not waiting for a reply. “Mierda, qué hacemos?” Jake asked the other two since they now had two days to change your mind and keep you safe.

It felt like time mobed all too quickly and saturday was already here with no plan formed to convince you not to go to that birthday party. “Marc honey, do you mind turning off my curling iron? I forgot to turn it off!” you said as you rushed around looking for a bloody pin to keep your hair in place. “Got it!” he yelled in the bathroom where he had come to hide to talk to Jake and Steven about what to do. “Well? Anybody think of anything or are we actually going to this thing?” Marc asked his reflection. “No, claro que no we cant take the risk that dream felt all too real so unless you guys want a blood bath she's not going.” Jake said already on edge and ready to kill any soul that even dared to approach you. “Well there's that mate now what anybody know how to get extremely sick in the next five minutes?” Steven worried Jake would actually leave a blood bath if they went. “Honey? Everything alright you still haven't gotten ready yet and I thought steven was coming with me?” you asked outside the door wondering why he had been in there for so long. “We’ll be out in just a minute just finishing up shaving!” Marc said, panicking. “We’re out of time fellas Steven you’ll just have to make something up but do not let her go.” Marc said firmly before letting Steven front. “Well alright then mates thanks for the help.” he said sarcastically before leaving the bathroom. “ I thought you were shaving?” you asked confused as to why he looked the same as before. “Eh I decided not to actually think I'd save us sometime, yeah?” Steven said, hoping you’d let it go. “Okay love you look handsome either way.” you said kissing his cheek and grabbing the dress to get changed. “Actually love, can I talk to you for a minute just sit down with me yeah?” Steven said nervously. “Yeah baby, what's wrong?” you asked, concerned with the sudden change of attitude of your boyfriend. “Well its just- I just- I don't really feel well and i'd hate to ruin your friends birthday party with me feeling sick and all so maybe it's best if I stay back on this one? He asked shyly. “What! Are you insane steven? That is the opposite of what we said.” Mark yelled from the mirror. “Por dios amigo como la cagas no lo puedo creer.” Jake said following it up with a couple profanities in spanish. “Oh honey I'm so sorry I didn't notice Marc is always hiding it when he's sick don't worry we’ll stay home and i'll take care of you yeah?” you said sweetly feeling his face to make sure he wasn't getting a fever. “ you don't have to love I can take care of myself so you can see your friends.” Steven insisted. “No, a party is not more important than my boyfriends health im gonna go make you something to eat and then if you're feeling better…” you said, inching closer to his face. “You can get me out of this dress, how does that sound?” you said leaning in and looking into his eyes teasingly. “Sounds very good to me, very good actually thank you love.” Steven said nervously it didnt matter how many times you'd done this before it'd make him nervous every time. “No problem baby i'll be back in a few.” you said pecking him on the lips and walking away to the kitchen. “ I cant believe that just happened.” Marc said in disbelief. “ Ni tu ni yo hermano, he gets pampering and sex? Give me a break.” Jake said, flailing his arms around wishing that was him. “ Yeah, no thanks to you guys.” Steven said. “What was that honey?” you said from the kitchen. “Nothing love i'm gonna go get changed!” Steven said, walking away from the reflections.

A couple months had passed since you and Steven decided to stay home from the party and things seemed to be normal, if you called Marc, Jake and Steven acting like bodyguards every time you stepped out of the house normal. Today Steven was fronting and you knew if there was something they were hiding, it was Steven who would let it out if you asked ‘nicely.’ “Steven?” you asked sitting next to him and leaving your head on the sofa batting your eyelashes to add the cherry on top. He turned and was still knowing something was coming of this. “Yes, love?” he asked quietly, closing his book. “Can I ask you something baby?” you cooed running your finger up his arm. “What is she doing? Steven, focus.” Marc said already knows your tactics to get what you want. “Anything.” Steven said keeping what Marc said in mind, but as your hands quickly moved to massage the back of his head pulling on his hair slightly those words started to fly out the window. “Dios mio let me answer her question i'll answer it real good.” Jake said eager to front and feel your touch first hand, Steveh just ignored his voice and kept his focus on you. “Why are you three acting like my bodyguard everytime I step out of the flat?” you said sweetly getting closer to him. “Because we love you, why else?” he said, chuckling, putting his hand on your thigh. “Do you think something bad is gonna happen?” you ask now straddling him massaging his shoulders. “Uh” he said, not being able to make up words at the moment. “Steven?” you asked. “Yeah sorry, em, no we just- we just want to be safe.” he said looking up at you. “Is it because of that dream you had a while back?” you asked, cupping his face. “Steven she's onto us don't fall into it.” Marc said, hoping Steven wouldn't tell you. “What? No? What dream? I didn't have a dream I don't recall.'' Steven said, still shaking his head subconsciously and actually sitting up. Your smile dropped and you got off of him quickly. “You're lying to me steven, what is Marc saying.” you said hands on your hips. “Why does Marc have to say anything? He's not the bloody boss of me I am my own person you know?” Steven said taking this as the chance to change the subject. “What? Baby no-that's not what I meant-” he cut you off, “No? Well that's what it bloody sounded like you know, Jake and I we both have our own thoughts most times too, alright?” he said sounding angry even though he felt very guilty about turning this on you, it never was his thing when it came to arguments. “ Steven im sorry, I just wanted to know why everything has been so tense when I step out if the house but it's fine. I promise I won't ask again okay? Im sorry.” you said taking his hands in your and looking into his eyes hoping he'd accept your apology, steven had never gotten this angry with you before and it worried you that you had really taken it too far this time. “It's alright love I forgive you, lets just watch a film and go to bed yeah?” he said pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. “Yeah, it sounds like a lovely plan lovey.” you said laying down on the couch with him as he played a film about the enneads. That was the last time you ever brought it up again.

Almost a month had passed since that night and you had stuck to your promise of never bringing it up again which made things go a lot smoother with your boyfriends though sometimes at night you'd wake up worried he'd have another nightmare so you watched him sleep until eventually your eyes gave out and you fell asleep again. You were skimming through your mail when you noticed you'd gotten a letter from an annual gala association that you were invited to given that you were a well known philanthropist in london this was big for you and you were excited to be invited this year you'd finally be able to branch out and that meant bigger things coming along for you and your loves, not to mention your father would be extremely proud knowing you made it on your own. “Jake! Guess what just came in the mail!” you ran into your flat excitedly finding your boyfriend watching the yankees game. “ what is it mi amor?” he asked, happy to see you ecstatic. “It's an invitation to the philanthropist gala the 22nd of this month I think I may be up for an award!” you said excitedly still holding up the unopened envelope in jake's face. “Ay mi amor qué maravilla, i'm so proud of you open it so we can see what it says.” he said admiring your shining features as you opened it carefully not wanting to ruin the pretty wrapping. “y/n l/n, it is our great honor to have you at the 75th annual gala of philanthropy as our guest of honor and accept the award for biggest influence of the year- oh my god!” you said looking up at him and jumping into his arms not believing a word you just read. “An award dios mio mi alma you deserve every single inch of praise youve worked so hard.” he said looking down at you licking his lips. “Thank you baby, I'm so excited I have to call my parents!” you said happily. “Of course but we’ll leave that for later, right now I want to praise you and treat you like the goddess you are.” he said, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting you up. “ I like the sound of that.” you said kissing him and spending the rest of the night in bed with you and Jake 'celebrating’ every inch of your award.

As the 22nd got closer and your boyfriends constantly congratulated you for the award, of course steven and marc wanted to congratulate you personally after that night with jake it was only fair, you were getting nervous while writing down notes for your acceptance speech. You wanted to keep it short and sophisticated but also make sure you said everything you wanted too and mentioned everyone who helped you along the way. Instead of giving yourself another headache you decided to look up where this gala would take place and see what outfit would be fitting to the theme. “Little hey little ho” Marc said walking in. “little high little low.” you said laughing at your boyfriends cuteness for quoting one of your favorite movies. “What are you doing honey?” he asked, kissing you on the forehead as he walked by to get changed into his lounge clothes. “Just looking at the place where the gala is gonna be it's really pretty you wanna see?” you said moving the laptop slightly as he sat down putting his arm around you. “Yea-” he suddenly stopped and took a good look at the ballroom, getting instant flashbacks of the dream he had back months ago as it was the same one. “Everything all right baby? Have you been there before?” you asked worried about his change of behavior. “no , I mean yes everything is fine. I just wanted to get a closer look. It looks very artsy. It's nice.” he said, trying to act as calm as possible. ‘Hey wake up guys are you guys thinking what i'm thinking?’ he subconsciously asked Jake and Steven. “It's the same ballroom from the dream mate it's hard to forget.'' Steven said quietly knowing what Jake was about to say next might really hurt your feelings. “Mierda qué hacemos, this isn't like the party she wont back out as easily amigo.” he said knowing this time around it would be harder. “ I know it's super nice i'm glad I went for that floor length gown it looks like it'll fit the theme if it doesn't make it here on time I dont know how i'd even go honestly.” you said a bit worried you had no back ups so you really were depending on this one. “Really you wouldnt go?” Marc said a little too fast for his liking. You looked at him a little strangely, “ I mean I'm sure if you don't get it on time you'll have something here you can wear you'll look beautiful in anything my love.” he said kissing you all over thee face wanting the conversation to be over. “Okay, okay well i'm gonna go and start dinner anything in specific you want tonight?” you asked standing up. “No, let's order takeout tonight I just wanna have you in my arms all night baby.” he said pulling you back down and laying down on top of you. “Alright then but I will need a phone to make the order honey.” you said giggling at how needy your boyfriend was being, you loved it Marc rarely let you be the one holding him.

It was the day of the gala and with only an hour left before you had to leave you had your hair and makeup done professionally as this would be your first time really in the spotlight and not just in the shadows behind your father, you wanted tonight to be perfect. “Marc honey are you dressed we should be going soon love.” you said going into the closet of the hotel the gala association had given you for the night so you'd be close by for the event. “Yeah honey almost I just don't know about this suit.'' He said he'd been trying to find something wrong with you guys attending all day just so you wouldn't. “Well I think you look very handsome actually if we had the time id enjoy taking it off you.” you said, fixing his bowtie and kissing him on the lips. “ I don't see anything wrong with staying in and living out your fantasy.” he said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to his chest. You laughed and pulled away walking towards your dress. “While that sounds tempting Spector we have a gala to attend to now help me with the zippert please.” you said as you struggled pulling up the dress, “woah this feels a little tighter than when I first tried it on.” you said confused there's no way you could have gained weight so quickly, had you been stress eating? “I'm sure it fits, it's only been like a week there's no way it shrunk.” he said knowing Jake took it to a tailor to make it a couple sizes smaller so you'd be left with nothing to wear hence not go to the gala and stay back home where it's safe. “Ugh it's no use just help me get if off Marc.” you said upset with tears welling up. “Hey baby it's okay dont cry.” Marc said regretting going behind your back and making you feel this way. “ I just don't get it. How did it not fit? Was I really eating that much? I was just looking forward to wearing that dress.” you said looking down. “Its okay baby we can just call and be late and find something else.” he said, “no that's not necessary I have a backup I was just really excited about that dress.” you took a deep breath shaking off the sadness and going back into the closet and pulling out another dress, “Well at least i'll get to finally wear this one I wouldve hated for it to go to waste.” you said pulling it out of the cover and putting it on with ease, while Marc was left dumbfounded not thinking that you'd be bringing a back up. “Bloody hell mate she's one step ahead of us.” Steven said frustrated. “Ya quedamos muchachos we’re just gonna have to go in prepared for anything. Eyes up Marc this just got very real.” Jake said unnervingly quietly. As Marc turned around he saw you looking as beautiful as ever in the dress you wore when you died in his dream. Tears began to well in his now knowing that this was it and nothing could stop the night. “Baby? What's wrong?” you asked, cupping his face. “You look so- beautiful, I just love you so much.” he said kissing you deeply as if it was the last time because to him it just might be. “Oh Marc stop it you're gonna make me cry, I love you too. Let's get going.” you said snapping out of it before you didnt leave the hotel room at all. “Todo o nada muchachos we have to be ready for anything tonight.” Jake said as you both walked out of the hotel and into the car that would take you guys to the gala.

Once you made it through the carpet and cameras you finally walked in and admired the art on the walls and ceilings of the ball rooms hallways before you walked into the crowd full of people. “It's so beautiful I cant believe were here.” you said looking around letting go of Marcs arm to get a closer look of the art on the walls. “ I cant either.” Marc said casually, taking your hand in his and smiling down at you. “So many people, don't wanna get lost.” he said after you looked back at him.

As the night went on you danced, had a few drinks and enjoyed meeting new people who could potentially help you grow in the near future. Although Marc was on edge for the majority of it, looking around, checking the room for suspicious activity, and keeping you away from large crowds in case you needed to run to safety, he was glad the night was almost over and you'd soon be able to go home and never think of this night again. “Miss it's time for you award acceptance if you'd please come with me.” a woman said, bringing Marc out of his thoughts. “Oh right it's time.” you said nervously laughing heading in the woman's direction. “Will you be okay here Marc?” you asked worried your boyfriend doesn't do well alone in public settings. “Yeah i'll be here, watching, waiting for you to come back.” he said smiling his heart pounding out of his chest as you turned around making the space between you two grow wider by the second. “Marc this doesn't feel right go a bit closer yeah?”Steven said his anxiety started to get out of hand. “Yeah okay im gonna look for a spot right in front so I can move quickly.” he said and just as he began walking through the crowd your name was called and you walked up to accept the award and faced the crowd nearing the podium to give you speech. Marc tried to speed up but suddenly the cross seems to be acting as barricades and less humans. “Excuse me, I need to get through.” he said then the man turned around and whispered, “hail hydra.” Marcs eyes widened and as he tried to push through a bomb went off near the podium and you flew back hitting the ground quickly. “y/n!” Marc yelled, summoning the suit, the explosion had pushed him further from you with plenty of hydra agents to kill in between. “Marc! I'm okay!” you said trying to stand, your ears were ringing and you couldn't hear Marc answering you but you wanted him to know you were okay while he fought his way to you. “Y/n” you heard a voice call out, “pleasure to meet you although I think the bigger pleasure will be killing you tonight.” they said making you look up to a red emblem realizing a widow had been assigned to kill you, you used all the energy you had to grab a handful of dust and rocks and throw it into her face and run, more like limp but at the moment you just ran as far as you could hoping it would all be over soon. Meanwhile Marc was fighting the last of the hydra agents when he got to the last one he asked, “why are you here? Who sent you after her?” he said, holding up the crescent ready to end him. “Her life is the price her father must pay, you are too late, hail hydra.” he said laughing as Marc sliced his throat open and noticed you were gone. “No, no, no , n-” Marc said running out of the ball room and into the hallway that led to many rooms. “Shit.” Jake said panicking, “run mate she's bound to be hiding in one of these.” Steven said and just as Marc started running he heard you let out a blood curdling scream. “Y/N!” he screamed running as fast as he could looking through each door as he ran past them. “Baby! I need you to scream for me one more time!” he screamed hoping you'd be able to hear him. “Marc.” you said as loud as you could finally seeing you standing in the balcony of the top floor. “y/n.” he sighed in relief seeing the room empty he began running to you again but just as he got close the widow that had been chasing you earlier run down from the side of the outer wall, leap and pull out her gun as she shot you not just once but three times in the back before she landed on the floor smirked and ran off into the night completing her mission, your father had finally paid the price.

Marc told himself if he would have ran faster he would have been able to shield you from the bullets as he held your body and you tried to hold on to his still in shock and not feeling the pain. “M-Marc what's wrong?” you asked, trying to steady your breathing. “Come on baby we have to get you help please just focus on me and breathe okay come on.” he said looking down at your wide eyes while tears were in his as he took off the cowell scared this would be your last time together. “ I just- I need to catch my breath- I cant- I “ you struggled to speak. “Shhh don't try to speak to save your energy baby please just hold on for me okay?” he said trying to pick you up but struggling realisinng he was slipping in your blood. “FUCK! Come on! Please please please.” he said crying, not ready to let you go just yet. “Give her the suit, Marc” he heard Khonshu say. “What?” he said looking up at the bird. “Allow her to become my avatar and I will heal her back to life but we must do it soon she is losing blood quickly.” he said rapidly standing over her body. “Kh-onshu?” you asked looking up at the god of the night. “Do you y/l l/n swear to protect the travelers of the night? To be my fist of vengeance?” he said loudly as your vision was becoming clouded and you almost gave in to the darkness you used all of the energy you had left in this world. “Come on, just one word princess.” Marc said as he tried to pinch you awake. “Yes.” you managed to squeak out. “Then rise and become my fist of vengeance, my moon knight!” Khonshus voice rang through your ears as you rose feeling the bullets leave your body with a weird and slightly painful sensation as the wounds healed and the suit wrapped around you like a blanket, you landed on your feet gracefully the suit wrapping around your curves making you look like the goddess the boys always saw you as. “Now go get your vengeance my little worm.” khonshu said as you looked out the balcony and went after the widow that almost took your life. “y/n!” Marc screamed trying to stop you, he knew what being in the suit and under Conscious leadership did to a person but he couldn't allow you to spill blood on your hands because of Khonshu. “That damned bird is going to tint our girls image how are we gonna get to her in time?” Steven asked. “We won't we’ll just have to hope she comes to her senses, she will amigos we have to trust her.” Jake said even though his twisted mind wished you did actually end the life of the scum that tried to take you from them. As they went in the direction you had gone in you had caught up to the widow who was taken aback by your appearance. “Break her windpipe.” you heard Khonshu say. Before she could attack you slid and dodged her punch, tripping her and getting the advantage of the higher ground, you had never felt a power like this, unstoppable. Just as you pulled the crescent from your chest you heard Marc voice, “Y/n! Don't do it! Don't listen to him! Please!put her down.” he said a pleading look in his eyes and then suddenly you felt yourself waking up, the feeling of fury and vengeance that consumed you leaving and giving you clarity, you gasped “oh my god” looking down at the barely breathing woman you let go of her body and backed away bringing yourself closer to the edge of the roof. “Stop!” Marc screamed fearing you'd hurt yourself. “I'm so sorry I don't know what happened, Marc im a terrible person, oh my god.” you said panicking as he got you off the ledge. “Its okay baby your didnt know its okay just breathe and give me back the suit I ‘ll get us out of here.” he said taking your hands in his. “Okay.” you said looking at Khonshu and he sighed. “Fine, you have a potential little bird, don't forget that.” he said before disappearing and taking the suit with him and giving it back to Marc. You’d be lying if you said amidst everything Marc summoning the suit was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen but right now was not the time considering a woman lying half dead a few feet away from you. Marc picked you up swiftly and took you to the ground and to the hotel balcony, “i'll be back soon.” he said turning his back to you, “Are you going to kill her?” you asked. He turned to look at you but without another word he jumped to the next sealing and made his way to the widow whose body still layed where you had left her barely breathing. “He tried to kill y/n, send her a message to whoever sent her Marc.” Khonshu urged him. “Shut up. Who sent you?” he asked, pulling her up by the collar making her yelp in pain. “Va-valentina” she said barely above a whisper. “Why?” Marc asked debut before he got an answer Jake fronted and sliced her throat, anger raging through his veins. “Jake what did you just do?” Marc asked “She almost killed y/n and you let her continue to breathe? I don't think so.” Jake said slowly. “ I was trying to get answers, she was just the messenger.” Marc said frustrated that his only lead was now dead. “We got what we needed, now let's go.” Jake said allowing Marc to front once again because if Jake walked in you’d know they’d killed her. You hadn't moved from where he left you hoping he’d be back soon and this would all be over. It wasn't soon after you saw him at the edge of the rooftop jumping down and landing in front of you, you stood in front of the chair and ran to him and kissed him passionately glad to see him again and hope that it was finally all over. When you pulled away something in you wanted to ask if she was still alive but you didn't want to know so instead you kissed Mark again but this time deeper running your hands through his hair and pulling it slightly getting a moan from him as he pulled away. “We should get you cleaned up, bathtub, now.” he said walking you inside and into the bathroom wanting to do his best to keep you distracted and erase the events of tonight. He turned on the water and made sure it was warm before taking off your dress and washing all the blood off of you while you watched him, his mouth in a frown as he washed off the reminder that he was too late to save you and his dream almost became his reality. “Hey.” you said once you were out and in bed, “come here.” you said holding your hand out for him. “Thank you. For saving me.” you said looking up at him. “ I didn't save you y/n, khonshu did, I almost got you killed.” he said, choking up. “No baby if you weren't there, there be no khonshu to save me, those people were looking for my father, not you.” you said trying to convince him, he couldn't even look at you. “Marc, do you love me?” you asked, making him finally look up at you confused. “Of course I do don't ever doubt that.” he said taking your head in his hands and pulling you closer, “so then show me.” you said looking down at his lips before you leaned in and kissed him once more pulling him towards the bed and beginning to undress him. Suddenly he grabbed you by the hips and threw you back onto the bed, “ I love you.” he said getting on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist while he grinded into your heat needing to feel you closer to him and he kissed down my kneck while you moaned his name. “ I l-love you so much.” he said as you reached down to massage him through his boxers whilst taking off his bottoms. “Marc please, I need you.” you moaned, needing to feel him deep inside you and closer than ever. He positioned himself at your entrance and said once again, “ I love you princess.” as he pushed in slowly waiting for you to adjust to his size burying his head in your neck as you moaned into his ear, after a second he continued to push deeper until he was all the way in and groaned when he felt you tighten around him as he pulled out completely and went back in again this time pumping himself in and out of you at a slow pace wanting to take in every single sound you made and every single reaction you body gave him. He picked one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push himself even closer to you and it drove you to insane only making you want to stay like this forever, “oh marc dont stop baby.” you moaned in his ear making him groan and pick up his pace slightly and your encouragement only brought him closer to the edge. He picked his head up to look you in the eyes and seeing that look of pleasure all because of him only brought him closer, he kissed you suppressing your moans and you felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach as he hit your g-spot everytime, “Marc im -im about to-” you were cut off by your moan not being able to control it anymore. “ I know baby come on cum for me.” and that was all it took to push you over the edge as he continued to pump into you as you rode out your high feeling euphoric. Marc was so close to the edge he dropped his head into the pillow next to you wanting to feel you tighten around him again, “Let go Marc.” you moaned as you tightened around him and sucked on his earlobe knowing it was one of his most sensitive spots and just like that Marc felt the best release of he life as he stuttered his moans and squeezed the pillow next you tightly as you massaged the back of his head and kissed his neck as you waited for him to come down from his climax. “ I love you so fucking much y/n” he said breathless as he laid on top of you and hugged your waist never wanted to lose the touch of your skin. “ I love you too Marc.” you said as you both finally dozed off into the night in each other's arms but this time he dreamt of a life with you by his side and children running around your garden with a feeling of love and content.

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