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chaithetics · 9 months

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yes yes yes i wanna see the barbie fic!!! i know im gonna love itttt -barbie anon

Porcelain and the Shark: Barbie Hosseinis

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 2.6K

Prompt: porce forcing stewy to take the day off to take her and the kids to see barbie… he buys the kids a new barbie toy each and buys porce some cute barbie merch… porce relates to barbie’s existential crisis…. and gets just a touch sad at the parts about mothers and their daughters… stew cheers her up by reminding her that she’s an incredible mom to the kids and she goes and sees oppenheimer with him the next day as a thank you. that’s all xo 🫶

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, wholesome fluff, existential crisis mention, some not great Roy dynamics are alluded to. Not beta read sorry!

Authors note: thank you so much for sending this through Nonnie and your patience, you're an angel! i really hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think! There's a slight change, I actually don't think Stewy would be super into Oppenheimer for a few different reasons. I hope that's okay?! I hope you all enjoy this, I am sorry for the absence lately, enjoy and let me know what you think, I love engaging with you all via comments, reblogs, and asks! Live for them! Lots of love to all you tumblr hotties (you're all hotties) let's pretend the gif is a barbie reference lol.

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You’re kneeling on the floor in Tillie’s room as you help your young daughter change into her outfit. It was cute but you hadn’t expected it to be so complicated to put on. Mainly because Tillie was so excited, wriggling and bouncing as she chatted, she couldn’t stay still for very long. After a couple of minutes you’d been able to finish up her outfit and kissed the top of her head as you finished putting her hair in the neat bun she’d asked for to match her new but beloved doll sitting next to her.

“Wow! You look amazing and you’re both matching! How cool!” You excitedly say to Tillie who giggles and nods.

“We’re both ready for space now!” Tillie exclaims as she grabs her astronaut Barbie doll.

“You can play with your toys now that you’re dressed, practice for space. I’m going to check on dad and Jonathan now, okay sweetie?” You place another kiss on top of her head and she nods, happily focusing on her toys again. It makes you chuckle how quickly she goes back to playing now that your interruption of dressing her is over.

You start to walk towards Jonathan’s room but pause when you hear Stewy’s voice coming from his home office, you think it’s odd that he’s in there as this was a day that he was meant to be completely offline from work and just for family. Changing the route to Jonathan’s room you walk to his office until you’re leaning against the door watching him. Stewy’s pacing back and fourth in his office as he continues his call with an earphone in. He looks at you and with a small smile before taking a sip from his morning cappuccino in a ridiculously tiny cup as he hums along to whatever is being said on the opposite end of the phone.

“Uh-huh, yeah, well yeah, we’ll just need to circle back to that later. Uh-huh, I’ve gotta go. Mmm, yeah, sure, bye.” He quickly ends the call, removing the earphone and placing it on his desk before turning to look at you as he carefully places his coffee cup down on the desk.

“You’re not in pink-” You start.

“Neither are you.” Stewy immediately quips back with a small teasing smile as he looks you up and down adoringly.

“Well no, I haven’t changed yet. I was getting the kids ready.”

“Okay, go get ready I’ll finish up whatever needs finishing up and then you can head out.” He says as he comes over giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“We head out.” You correct, emphasising the word as you’re already not a fan of the direction this was headed in.

“Honey…” Stewy says with a sigh and it’s clear that something has come up, he needs to cancel. The guilt is written all over his face like a ghost came up and tattooed it on as soon as you walked into the office.

“You promised.” You say rather bluntly. The work-life balance is important to you and after experiencing all that your childhood had to offer in terms of swinging between sheltered neglect and highly-criticised surveillance. You refuse the notion of having your children growing up without a father or experiencing the wonder and insult of what it’s like to have a father miss out on what’s meant to be memorable and special family days. You know Stewy isn’t like that, he’s just busy and he’s always there but you still can’t help but take it personally.

It almost feels like a childhood defense and you feel your lip quiver a little as you look at him, knowing he had promised this and now he was going to break the promise to you and your children.

“I know baby, but something’s come up at work and-” He continues with wide eyes, trying to diffuse the situation as he can see how upset it’s making you.

“I’m not happy about… I’m not happy about this Stew.” You admit quietly as you look down while leaning against the wall more.

“I know. I know. I’ll make it up to you and the kids, we’ll do something later on. I’ll buy them some more toys.” “You’re not becoming that father who uses money and presents to make it up to children.” You say softly.

“I won’t do that.” He chuckles and comes over to you and wraps his arms around you softly. “I love you and you’re so pretty, you know that right?” He presses a few soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“You’ve said it before…” You whisper back, as he holds you in his arms.

“Mm… Good. I just wanted to remind you.” He whispers against your neck and you feel his breath and words tickle your neck.

“If you’re not coming, you’re the one who needs to break that news to their cute faces and you do owe them. And me.” You can’t help but sigh in his arms as you relax into him, finding comfort in his presence as you always do despite how you’re annoyed with him over this.

Stewy nods as he listens to your words, and caresses your back gently. “I’ll try…” He whispers, you know it’s less likely that he’ll actually end up working through the day and bailing on the much anticipated Hosseini family event of seeing the Barbie film with your young children.

Tillie then calls out for you and Stewy, you smile at him, squeezing his hand and walking with him, hand-in-hand into Tillie’s bedroom. Tillie jumps up when she sees her dearly loved parents walk into her bedroom and runs over with her doll. Some children had dinosaur phases, or princess phases but Tillie was one of those children who became obsessed with space as soon as her eyes could take in the moon and what it was. She had an astronaut Barbie in her hand which had become one of her most prized possessions since Stewy had recently brought it for her. It was in her hand at every playtime, bedtime, and seated next to her at each meal.

As Tillie jumps up to hug her parents, it is then that Stewy sees her outfit in full… Tillie is wearing an astronaut costume in pink. One that you’d spent a lot of time trying to find the right person to commission it and they had excelled. She was a cute little astronaut just as she wanted to be and it was perfectly in theme with the Barbie film that she was excited to see as well.

She ran over to her father and Stewy quickly picked her up, you could see his heart melting as he took in the sight of his precious daughter in her outfit, she looked adorable and Stewy loved how she was so young but already had dreams that were so out of this world.

Stewy swayed slightly while holding Matilda, he kissed the top of her head and smiled widely at her.

“Oh my God, look at you… this outfit is amazing….” Stewy said to Tillie with a smile. He pressed another kiss to her head and held her a bit tighter as he kept swaying with her. “Oh my…. Look at her! Look at her!” He said with the largest, most loving eyes to you and you couldn’t help but smile widely and nod. She was always cute and precious but this was an exceptionally cute look of Matilda’s. You also always appreciated seeing this moment between Stewy and Tillie, he was so in awe of her and she was in equal awe of her father as well. A polar opposite to what you and Shiv had known but it was what you wanted for your children, it was what every child deserved.

“How could you say no to that cutie, Stewy? You tease playfully, already seeing him mentally cave by her.

“I can’t… I can’t… I’ll make a call and then we’ll see Barbie, huh?” He says to Tillie and gives her a little nose bop which makes her giggle loudly and excitedly.

“Go change, dad Ken, not work Ken!” Tillie says with another giggle as she tries to boop her father on the nose in return. Stewy smirks and nods, kissing her forehead again as he swings her gently with a smile.

“What am I going to wear though? I need some pink, huh honey?” He asks Tillie and she smiles and nods.

“I brought you a pink turtleneck, it’s out in the room honey.” You say softly with a happy smile as you look at him, you couldn’t resist the chance to get him in theme and you always had a weak spot for Stewy in a turtleneck so this was just as much a treat for your family as it was for you. All just for different reasons.

“You’re a prize, babe. Thank you. Isn’t your mommy the best? I mean look at you and soon look at me and I’ll be just as cute huh?” Stewy kisses Tillie’s cheek and then puts her down and gives you a soft, loving, grateful kiss on the lips to say thank you for organizing that.

Stewy goes off to change and he looks so handsome in his pink turtleneck, you feel your cheeks immediately heat up as he comes back out. He kisses your cheek and whispers a sweet thank you.

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You, Stewy and your little Hosseinis all watch Barbie, everybody dressed up in theme in pink and looking like charming Barbies, Kens, and Allens. The children are all thoroughly engaged in the film and its bright visuals, there’s plenty of humor as well that’s sneaked in to appeal to adults which gets genuine laughs from you and Stewy.

You’re not quite surprised but you struggle for a moment as you feel quite touched, sensitive and yet vulnerable throughout several scenes of the film. This concept of identity, and having an identity that is separate from the men in your life, along with one that is separate to your identities as a wife, a mother, a sister, and a daughter. You can’t help but get teary at many of these scenes and think about what something like this means for your children, especially sweet Tillie, and the relationship between mothers and daughters. You love Tillie with all of your being, is that enough you wonder? It certainly wasn’t with your parents but that wasn’t the right love and you know it’s different with your children, you don’t let the thoughts in that your parents probably felt the same at some stage in. You’re already getting teary-eyed in this film, surrounded by those dearest to you, you don’t think you can quite handle an existential crisis right now.

Stewy notices your eyes becoming glassy with tears during these scenes and he snuggles a bit closer to you, pulling you into him more to gently kiss your cheek and squeeze your shoulder and hand. He caresses your arm gently from the first scene that brings you to tears and then throughout the rest of the picture.

“Hey, you’re a great parent… They love you more than anything, I’m in awe of you. You’re such a great mom.” Stewy promises as he whispers into your ear. You smile at him and tilt your head to kiss him softly on the lips.

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The children loved the film and it was a great family day that didn’t end in terms of quality time right after the movie finished. The children were all now tucked in bed and you were lying in bed now and Stewy had just finished brushing his teeth and was coming to lie in bed.

“Hi.” He whispered as he laid on the bed and looked up at you.

“Hey.” You smile back at him and can’t help but feel your cheeks heats up again, you loved him in the pink turtleneck but you also loved him out of it and any tops, just as much.

“And thoughts on the film that made all the men so angry?” He asks.

“I mean, it was a bit gentle on men, huh?” You say as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Uh-huh, far too gentle. It should’ve challenged my masculinity more than it did.” He says softly as he kisses your cheek and then your jaw gently with a smirk. “Ken did kinda feel like that incel-pipeline justification, right?” He says as he pulls away and looks at your face, Stewy starts to caress your arm gently as he leans back on the pillows.

You nod and smile. “Exactly! And you picked that up!” He chuckles at that and his cheeks heat up a bit as he continues to caress your forearm. “It still had some good stuff in it, Tillie really enjoyed it, ‘Yay space!’ Is going to be a new catchphrase for a while.” You say with a smile as you gently caress his cheek in return and giggle a little at the thought. That line alone and the acknowledgement of a Barbie in space was more than enough to make the day for Tillie and seal it as a classic for her.

“Astronaut Barbie was my favorite. Tillie and I have that in common now.” He says playfully and you can’t help but chuckle some more at that.

Stewy then leans back to grab his phone to do something that his mind has just thought of, you can’t help but feel curious.

“What are you doing?” You as with a smirk.

“I’m going to get one of those ‘I’m Kenough’ hoodies delivered to Kendall’s.” He says with a smirk as he taps away at his phone. You can’t help but laugh.

“That’s so thoughtful of you, he definitely needs it.” You laugh.

“Exactly, he really does.” Stewy says playfully, he finishes up, showing you an order confirmation email and then puts his phone down and kisses you softly on the lips.

“Since you’ve seen Barbie, does that mean I have to be your date to Oppenheimer now?” You ask as you look up at him. Stewy immediately scoffs and then laughs.

“No!” He laughs.

“No?” You ask with a small chuckle.

“I’m a dad, I’ve been exposed to the magic and art of Barbie and Bluey, why would I need to see Oppenheimer? Also it’s three hours long? It’s not for children, why would I go through those three hours?” He asks.

You smile and nod as you caress his cheek. “Very good points.” You whisper.

“How boring and convoluted must a film be to be three hours long? And if I have that much time for something shouldn’t I spend it with you and our angels?” You can’t help but smile widely at that.

“Isn’t it mandatory bro viewing now? What on earth will you talk about in the office on Monday?” You ask playfully before kissing him softly on the lips.

“I won’t watch a film because of peer pressure, if I felt insecure, I’d just read the Wikipedia plot and honey, I don’t get insecure.” He says proudly right before leaning over, closer to you in order to kiss your lips. The kiss starts off soft at first but Stewy quickly deepens it, he playfully nibbles on your lip as the kiss deepens on both your ends and Stewy steals a moan from your lips as you run your hands through his hair.

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ruelpsen · 8 months

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Yes my bf has no kink experience! But damn you wouldn’t guess it cause he has jumped RIGHT. IN.

A sweet spot we’ve found for him is eating a big meal, drinking 1.5 litres of water to get all sloshy, then adding some carbonated beverages on top to make him burpy as well. Absolute GOD TIER combination, and this is his starting capacity 🥵 he chugs the 1.5L like it’s nothing and gets immediately more full and sloshy. So hot and awesome

He’ll grind on my leg while I touch myself watching him (my sensory issues have meant it’s hard for him to touch me lately - but we’ve been finding plenty of alternatives 😉) and there were a few times where I’d push on his upper stomach and he’d burp. So hot.

We’re both horny so much of the time now, it’s really added a dimension to our sex life.

Yesterday we had a date day/night and went to get massive milkshakes, then shopping then did some mini golf and got some Malaysian food. He also got a coke and was burping so much on the walk back to the car. Later we watched some YouTube while I played with his tits. Then we scrolled through some tumblr posts together and would talk about how hot they are and what we want to do. We both ended up cumming from that!! My shame about this with him has almost completely evaporated after that.

Sadly I’m away for 2 weeks but he has promised to tease me lots with some sexting and maybe even videos of him burping, I feel like I’m going to combust!

I’m thinking of asking if I should start my own tumblr blog and reblog things I find hot so he can scroll through them…

🦌 anon

Oh my god how does each update manage to keep getting better?! His capacity? Hot. The way you've incorporated burping into play? Hot. Dates that involve burping and end with orgasms? HOT. Sexting with burp videos? DEAR LORD!!!

Once again, I am totally amazed by your stories. Congrats on living the kinky dream of so many. And please do keep me/us readers posted as to if you create a blog!

#once again i am o//////o #ask #answered #🦌 anon #not sfw

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milevenappreciationweek · 2 years

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MILEVEN WEEK 2022 💛 — We’re back! From the 6th until the 12th of November 2022, join us in celebrating all things Mike & Eleven with a special week dedicated solely to them.

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year

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Wrong Place Wrong Time - Part 2 - Chapter 3

The masterlist to the first part can be found here

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond’s downfall.

With Raymond dead, you find your way back to 2017. Now heavily pregnant with Raymond’s child, things take a strange turn and you find out that Raymond’s promise to come back to you as crossed many centuries.

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references, violence, bad language, sexual language.

Comments/Notes: This fic is being re-uploaded. It was originally written on Tumblr for my old blog and then put on to AO3, so I’m now trying to put all outstanding fics from AO3 on to here.

As always, if you like the story, please consider a reblog. My tag list is always open to people who wish to be added. Send me a message and let me know. :)

Just to note, this fic is quite an old one now and for anyone who new to my tag list and doesn't know what's going on, part 1 is linked above. Please read that first and just reading this on its own will not make sense.

England, 2017

That night and you slept soundly next to Raymond, never waking and the nightmares not visiting you. It was Raymond’s presence back in your life that forced all the bad things away, and brought back that light which had been missing the last five months you had been without him.

The next morning and you woke to feel Raymond’s hand brushing down your cheek. He was looking down on you as you woke from your dream; in your dream and you were flying, watching a flock of birds drift through the air in silence beside you. You smiled at your husband and he leaned down, kissing you gently, whilst rubbing your stomach, needing contact with both you and his daughter.

“They’ve been asking about her at the lab where I work,” you told Raymond. He shifted back, sitting up. His eyes narrowed at the very thought of anyone questioning you in such a manner.

“What did they say?” he asked.

You sat up from your lying position, propped up against your pillows, and brushed a hand through your hair. “They wanted to know how and when I got pregnant…and by who,” you replied. “I just told them I was already pregnant when I originally went to your time. But they seemed to know I was lying.”

“What does this mean for her?” Raymond asked. “I will not have them touch her, or you.”

Tears began to fall down your cheeks as you pondered such a question. “I…don’t know,” you told Raymond. “There were talks of taking her when she’s born to do tests because of the effects the machine had on my body and on her. I was pregnant when I came back through so they think the machine could have affected her as well as me. They’re bribing me with money to not speak a word but go in for testing. They’re offering me two million.”

That fierce fire was burning in Raymond’s eyes. You had missed that fire within him so much. “Do not accept such a bribe. If they had their way then they would take her away from us.”

“This was why I was thinking of adoption. I wanted to try and run away somewhere, have her, and put her up for adoption, so they can’t track us. But I can’t. I’m her mother and should fight for her every step. She belongs with us.” You could feel her moving inside you as if responding to your words, thanking you for your resolution to keep her. “But while we’re here they won’t stop hounding me. They threatened me that if I don’t keep up with the meetings then they’ll find me and make sure I do what they say.”

Raymond shifted forwards towards you. “We’ll find a way back to where we belong. I’ll make sure you both get back.”

As he said those words you kissed him and pressed your forehead to his; you knew what he meant by saying ‘both of you’. He was prepared to sacrifice himself again. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. This time I fight to honour you. We all go back together or not at all. I needyou, Raymond, so much more than you realise.”

You could see tears swimming in his eyes as you told him you needed him. Those words were so poignant for him to be told. Just to be told that he was needed kept him alive, and kept him fighting.

In bed that morning you both began planning your return to France in the year 1209AD, where you wished to live in peace and raise your baby daughter.

“I have another meeting tomorrow morning regarding what happens when she’s born. They think that the changing of timelines may have affected the present and need to check our radiation levels,” you told Raymond.

“I will be beside you,” he insisted. “If I have to force my way into that building, kill every person inside just to get you through and back to France, then I will do it.”

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You and Raymond walked hand in hand down the busy street towards the high rise building where you had worked for nearly three years as an assistant technician. Things went on inside that building of which you had been sworn to secrecy, including the very experiment which had sent you through time to France, 1209 AD. You knew that escaping the clutches of this company now that you were back in your present time and pregnant with a man’s child who had died in 1209, was going to be impossible. They wanted to experiment on you and the baby. Bribery may have been their way of sweetening you to comply, but you knew that the money would never get to you and you would become a lab rat for the rest of your life. The company were just waiting for your daughter to be born.

Raymond fingered the kitchen knife in his pocket, prepared to take down whoever got in his path to see you and your baby safe in 1209.

You had yet another meeting with senior bosses to talk about your pay out, which you ultimately knew you would never get. They would resort to kidnapping you if necessary to run their tests.

You made your presence known in the reception area downstairs which was brightly lit and had a young, dark haired woman, with plenty of cleavage on show sitting behind the desk. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking you up and down, mentally judging you. You had always hated this woman; sometimes you would see her in the staff canteen upstairs and she would roll her eyes if you tried to be polite.

Using his stealth, Raymond rushed behind the desk, grabbing the woman around the mouth, and dragged her into a small stockroom which was just behind the desk. The woman hadn’t seemed to have noticed the unauthorised entry of the mysterious man who had accompanied you.

Raymond tied the woman up using her tights, gritting his teeth in anger as she tried to resist. You darted into the room to help Raymond, holding your hand to her mouth so he could finish the job and make sure she was restrained.

Next step would be security, having to get through an airport style operation that you had been required to be subject to whenever you entered the building. Usually there were only ever two men at a time at the main checking room, one of them scanning bags and clothing and the other completing body searches. Sometimes there was an armed guard just behind the door, and today was lucky for you. As you made your way into the large room, using the stolen ID pass from the receptionist, where all the scanners and equipment were for detecting weapons or explosives, there was an armed guard sat down reading a magazine, not taking much notice to who was passing by.

You walked in, faking a smile and nodding your head politely. Obviously you and Raymond had not, as of yet, been detected in the building.

Raymond moved from behind you, punching the security officer square in the jaw and then nose, knocking him to the ground in a pool of blood from a broken nose. He pulled the gun from the guard’s utility belt and aimed it at the other two men who were standing by the scanning machines.

You knew that there was a room just to the right of the main security hall and inside it held replacement equipment, and required a pass to get in and out. “Give me your passes!” you ordered, stepping up to the men and reaching out across the belt where the trays moved. “Give me your passes and get in that room.” Raymond kept the gun aimed at the two men, one being a young, fresh faced man, reminding you of Henri, and the other looked around Raymond’s age with shoulder length, shaggy hair.

Once the two men had complied with your orders, you raced through the winding hallways with Raymond towards the CCTV room. Surely someone would have noticed you by now and raised the alarm. But luck seemed to be on your side so far. When inside the small room which was filled from floor to ceiling with screens, you found the guard asleep who should have been conducting his duties. The man, who was surely near pension age, was snoring away, a cup of cold coffee next to his arm on the desk.

Raymond dragged him off the chair, watching as he opened his eyes, terrified and confused. You pulled a piece of cord out of your pocket and began tying the man’s hands behind his back whilst Raymond attempted to quieten his protests.

By the time you had both made it down towards the main, central hub where the machine was held, all the people you had come into contact with had been restrained or locked into rooms of which they had no way out. Surely, however, there was back up and you would both be noticed, acquired and reprimanded.

As you were about to let yourself and Raymond into the huge lab area, where a few people in white coats were dashing back and forth, you felt him tighten his grip in your hand. He looked at you, smiling weakly and placed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Whatever happens from here, know that I love both you and our daughter,” he said, choking back tears.

You knew that he truly believed he would not go through with you. In his eyes was the sad truth that his duty was to protect you and your unborn daughter, and if it meant him sacrificing his life and onward years with you, then he would do it to keep you both safe.

“I’m not going through without you,” you told him. “If it means I have to stay here because this all fails, or I die trying to get through, then so be it. I’m not being parted from you again.”

***

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kunikloj · 1 year

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Something I hope a lot of younger people figure out—and even people my age or older, if they’re willing—is that, if you try hard enough, you can make just about anything sound problematic.

This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t try to point out problematic elements in media or speak to injustices in the world around us; it’s just important to evaluate the intentions of the person speaking, and take note when they make leaps in logic.

The illuminaughtii situation is a prime example of this. On the surface, Blair seemed like a passionate advocate for social justice who called out oppressive behavior and lifted up those who are often overlooked. When it was revealed that she was harassing people, making side accounts to sabotage the success of her former friends, and mistreating the people who volunteered to help her grow her channel and community (to the extent of calling one of them a P-file defender because he was asleep at 3:00 AM in his time zone and didn’t ban a creeper in her Discord right away,) what did she do? She released a disingenuous apology video where she leveraged progressive rhetoric to save face, and ultimately showed how little she cared about the values she espoused.

This isn’t meant to be an illuminaughtii callout post—MANY people have covered this story already—but I bring it up to illustrate that anything can be painted with a problematic brush. The only reason Blair’s damage control failed was because all of the evidence against her had already been made public. If she had gone on the attack preemptively and had more time to plan her phrasing? This might have been a different story.

Rhetoric is morally agnostic. If the truth about a subject couldn’t be obscured by phrasing or rhetorical tactics, then debates wouldn’t exist. You see this on conservative outlets all the time: rather than presenting something honestly, they present a biased view of the issue and go on the defensive, painting progressive issues as the destruction of what is normal and acceptable. If they get called out for this, the outlets can point to people’s valid anger and paint them as being aggressive and intolerant of conservative views.

But that’s just conservatives, right? No, unfortunately.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, but you actually see something similar among progressives, especially when infighting is involved. The difference is that when progressives do this, we wrap our anger in the language of social justice to make it more palatable to the peers we’re trying to sway. And the worst part is, you can do this VERY easily. Here’s an example:

Someone on Tumblr makes me mad. I want to take them down, but their blog doesn’t have any outright bigoted posts on it. It does, however, contain a few reblogs of K-pop idol photos. (I apologize for using this as an example, K-pop fans; I don’t actually think you’re bad people!)

In this hypothetical example, I don’t actually care whether somebody likes K-pop. I rarely think about it, and I’ve never gone after someone for enjoying it before. But since I have nothing else to go on, and I REALLY want to get back at this person who made me mad, I decide to be selectively angry about K-pop for this occasion. Now it’s time to write a callout.

Everything we consume media-wise is tied to an industry, so I start with the industry. Then, I think about the fans. Fans support the music industry, so if I can find something bad about the industry, I can use the consumption of K-pop to make a moral statement about the fans. Finish it with a pointed, sensationalized accusation against the person I dislike, and I just managed to make them look bad despite having done nothing wrong.

Don’t believe me? Here’s the callout:

“Just came here to point out that OP supports the exploitation of young people and continues to support K-pop, even though they know FULL WELL that the K-pop industry forces their idols to work themselves to the bone and starve themselves to fit a misogynistic Western beauty standard that affects MILLION of young Koreans every year.

If you want us to take you seriously, then maybe consider being less of an exploitative shitbag next time 😒”

And just like that, I’ve taken the person’s casual hobby and turned it into a damning attack on their character. The worst part? I barely know anything about K-pop! All I had was some passing knowledge of the industry’s controversial practices I heard about years ago. Has it gotten better? Is it justifiable to project the injustices of the industry onto a single person? It doesn’t matter. I just want the satisfaction of tearing them down; and since I went on the attack, I can now spin anything they say in response in my favor.

You can do this with anything you want. Video games? Talk about dev crunch time. Food? Talk about the low pay, hard labor, and the mental health crisis among chefs. Makeup? Talk about corrupt influencers and animal testing. Art? Find any flaw or oversight in the design and tie that to a prejudice. Fitness? Politics? Way too many angles to even list.

When people take these faux progressive angles to tear others down, they can easily convince themselves they’re in the right. They can even rewrite their motivations so that it was always really about the injustice, not their own personal annoyance.

So when I say to watch out for intent and leaps in logic, this is what I mean. Knowing about social justice is a great way to edify yourself and help those who are marginalized, but it can also be a weapon if you choose to use it as such. This technique is the tactical basis for covert narcissism, and it can infect the most well-meaning of us too.

So please, watch out. Try to read between the lines and ask yourself if someone is truly making an empathetic argument, because disingenuous rhetoric is truly powerful.

#rhetoric #debate #discourse #problematic #tw pedophila mention

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Snowflake Challenge #8

Introduction Post * Meet the Mods Post * Master Post on DW * Challenge #1 * Challenge #2 * Challenge #3 * Challenge #4 * Challenge #5 * Challenge #6 * Challenge #7

Remember that there is no official deadline, so feel free to join in at any time, or go back and do challenges you've missed.

Challenge #8

In your own space, create a quiz or a poll (or tell us your thoughts about answering quizzes/polls). Leave a comment in today’s post at The Fandom Snowflake Challenge on DW saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

If you've never created a quiz or a poll, some pointers and where to get started. These are by no means comprehensive -- you'll need to read the instructions on each web site. (You will also need to create an account on any of the external sites to be able to create a quiz/poll. If you don't want to do that (and, believe me, I understand!), go to the end of this section and answer the question about answering quizzes/polls.)

Creating a Quiz

I'm using the word 'quiz' as a term for the 'find out what X you are.' As an example, I have created a DELIBERATELY BAD quiz that is a 'What Hogwarts House are you?' that you can find here: https://uquiz.com/8GlRDp -- this opens a new browser window.

It's only 5 questions, go ahead and take it and see what you get. (And if you're a Harry Potter fan, you'll see the questions and the answers make no sense to House membership. That's what I meant by 'deliberately bad' -- just roll with it!)

Creating a quiz like this requires you to have content to set it up. I'm 'sorting' you into 4 different categories, so I need questions (and answers!) that will help with the sorting. You need at least as many questions as categories to have your quiz make sense and the more questions you have, the better your results will be.

An example of a better quiz (that is not mine!) is related to using 'vibe' to predict your college major, which can be found here: https://uquiz.com/quiz/ALIwAb?p=1375109 -- again, this opens a new window. But you can see more thought put into the questions, answers, and the instructions.

Creating a Poll

You can create a poll in DW, but that requires a Paid or Premium account. More info on that, and how to create a poll, here: https://www.dreamwidth.org/support/faqbrowse?faqid=106. (Same new window warning!)

I'm going for free, so SurveyMonkey will let you create free polls. Again, you need questions and answers but they don't have to be quite as thoughtful since a poll is generally used to collect information. Here's a quick poll that I created on social media usage. It's only 4 simple questions, check it out here: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/NHTC59K (again, opens in a new window).

Do it yourself!

Now that you have some ideas, go ahead and create a quiz or a poll. Put it in your own journal and give us a link to it!

Quiz: UQuiz

Poll: Survey Monkey

You DO NOT have to use these tools and, in fact, we'd love to learn what else you use to create quizzes and polls. Tell us in your journal!

Finally, it's okay if you don't feel up to creating a quiz/poll! Instead, in your journal, tell us what kinds of quizzes or polls you will or will not fill out. Would it be the topic, the person creating the quiz/poll, sunspots, phase of the moon? ::grin::

Check out the comments for all the awesome participants of the challenge and visit their journals/challenge responses to comment on their posts and cheer them on.

And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.

(If you want us to reblog your response here at our Tumblr, we’re tracking: snowflakechallenge2023.)

#snowflakechallenge2023 #dailychallenge #challenge08

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I posted 1,577 times in 2022

15 posts created (1%)

1,562 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thetiredpenguin

@lordlyhour

@phantomrose96

@halfusek

@qapleulia

I tagged 1,577 of my posts in 2022

#funny - 352 posts

#video - 180 posts

#fanart - 150 posts

#me - 92 posts

#tumblr culture - 74 posts

#cute - 70 posts

#happy - 62 posts

#cats - 62 posts

#bendy and the ink machine - 58 posts

#art - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#today someone at the grocery store with only 2 items let me go first into a new checkout line because she saw i had ice cream and the line w

My Top Posts in 2022:

Safe Inside (part 1)

Is it even a FNAF game without a dead kid being stuffed into an animatronic?

AKA an AU where Vanny catches and kills Gregory and stuffs him inside Glamrock Freddy.

Warnings: Major character death, referenced/implied death of a child

A bright display flickered to life, crisp camera feed and neon blue overlay replacing a black void, and Gregory startled to attention. Had he been asleep? That didn’t feel quite right, but he definitely hadn’t been awake , either.

At least he didn’t have to wonder where he was; the now-familiar display in front of him meant he was in Freddy’s chest cavity, which was the safest place he’d been in… a long time. He didn’t remember climbing in here, though. The last he could remember, he’d been trying to get out of the trash pit and back to the PizzaPlex proper when that creepy rabbit lady had started chasing him. He’d been hitting the button to call for Freddy’s help, but the bear hadn’t gotten there yet and he’d tripped on the stairs and—

And then he woke up here.

[Continue reading on AO3]

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Private Footage

Another update for Going Angst Week 2021! Shhhh I don’t need to be told we’re 4 months into 2022, i’m following the 2021 prompts so it still counts.

[Day 1]

I give you: Day 4, Corruption!

The camcorder clicked on, focused on a plate of pancakes with chocolate chips forming a smiley face. It zoomed out in fits and starts, revealing the rest of the Fenton family kitchen, with a big shiny number 5 balloon tied to one of the chairs.

The camera turned to focus on the staircase as a newly-five-year-old Danny bounded down the steps, a huge grin splitting his face.

“Happy birthday Danny!” Maddie, Jack, and Jazz called out together, and Danny beamed and ran up to whoever was holding the camera for a hug. The video cut out as the camera tilted towards the ground.

The video picked back up later in the day, this time held steady by a tripod and pointed at the main stage of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The animatronic band stood still, the colorful spinning spotlights and children running by the only motion on screen. Then, with a click, the band came alive.

Chica’s eyes blinked, Bonnie adjusted his grip on his guitar, Freddy grabbed his microphone and held it to his mouth, and the children running past stopped and turned to watch.

[Keep reading on AO3]

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Candy-Coated Poison

How do you infect an animatronic with a virus without raising suspicion? Present the virus as a game, of course! How exactly Moon was corrupted prior to the game, from his and Sun's point of view

Inspired by the playlist "POV: Watching Moondrop Go Insane (A Playlist)" by bsoiso s man on YouTube!

Diagnostics complete: 100%. All systems online. Rebooting personality S_lightmode… Rebooting personality M_darkmode…

Moon comes online in the Daycare. Their regularly scheduled maintenance and software updates went smoothly, then, if they’re already out of Parts & Service.

The lights are on, so Sun is in control, taking them through a few cartwheels as he checks the body’s joints are working as expected and works out his pent-up energy from being immobilized in the maintenance cylinder. Moon, meanwhile, takes stock of his code. Most of the changes are standard, small updates here and there to improve runtime or make use of new features developed over the previous month, but that’s not all.

There is a new game in his programming.

It’s odd. Sun is the one that plays with the children; he gets all the games, and Moon gets the stories. But despite that, there is a game in Moon’s internal library. He tries to open the file, to look through its rules and conditions, but the file is locked. All he can access is the name of the program: LightsOut.agm

Well, that explains why Sun didn’t get the code for it. If it’s meant to be played in the dark, Sun would never be able to run it anyway. But whenever the lights are out in the Daycare, it’s supposed to be naptime, calm and quiet.

Maybe this is a game to be played lying down, to lull the children to sleep? Or maybe this is designed for the Sleepover Mode that the technicians keep talking about, a game to be played if management has their way and allows the Daycare to be rented out overnight for slumber parties?

“Moon? Everything alright? You’ve been quiet,” Sun says, snapping Moon out of his thoughts.

Sun has worked most of the excess energy out of his system by now, and instead of cartwheeling around the Daycare, he’s sitting perched on their balcony, idly kicking his legs.

I’m fine, Moon assures his counterpart. I was… given a game.

[keep reading on AO3]

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Backrooms — The Accident

It’s October of 1989, ASYNC is gearing up for the sixth test of their Low-Proximity Magnetic Distortion System, and it seems like this attempt might finally be a success. As preparations wrap up, two of ASYNC’s top scientists invite their teenage children to the facility for a look at their work.

Things do not go as planned.

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, The Backrooms

On October 14, 1989, two senior researchers on Project KV31, Madeline and Jack Fenton, brought their teenage children, Jasmine and Daniel, into the research site against company policy. Below is a transcription of relevant security camera footage of the resulting incident.

[16:17:33]: Madeline Fenton, wearing a lab coat and holding a briefcase, enters the room that houses the Low-Proximity Magnetic Distortion System.

Madeline, speaking: “—past few years of research are finally coming together.”

Jasmine Fenton enters the room, following Madeline, who is now looking down at the clipboard she holds.

[16:18:03]: Daniel Fenton enters the room and begins casually looking around at scientific equipment.

Jack Fenton enters the room, also wearing a lab coat. While Daniel and Jasmine stand idly in the center of the room, Jack walks to a piece of equipment installed on the eastern wall. Both children turn to face their father. Madeline continues looking at her clipboard.

Jack Fenton begins giving a detailed account of how the Low-Proximity Magnetic Distortion System functions, which has been redacted from this transcript for confidentiality.

[Continue reading on AO3]

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My #1 post of 2022

If you like indie horror games, check out my discord server! We have channels for:

My Friendly Neighborhood

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Poppy Playtime

Dark Deception

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Hello Puppets!

And we regularly add new games as interest in them rises!

If you are looking for a chill server to talk about indie horror games, please consider joining!

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I posted 475 times in 2022

96 posts created (20%)

379 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@laylaylamode

@kururu418

@princesscallyie

@thepaladincosplays

@stupid-lemon-eater

I tagged 410 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#callyieverse - 114 posts

#oc - 87 posts

#tales of mewni - 67 posts

#next gen - 56 posts

#future au - 56 posts

#nextgen - 49 posts

#one piece - 28 posts

#nenet - 17 posts

#encanto - 16 posts

#nenet long - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#one image depicts an emotionless thing that is so useless it can not even be used to clean the wax out of your ear

My Top Posts in 2022:

Nico’s Eyes of Heka

With ‘Eyes of Heka’ ability that Nico got from his mom’s mummy ancestry, he can see the flow of magic. It gives him a near 360º field of vision that allows him to perceive the flow of magic, use telescopic vision that can see through solid objects to track a targets through magic, and read the flow of magic within people’s bodies. He can clearly see magic pathway, determine key weak points, and to some degree predict opponents moves by reading the fluctuations of magic/soul in a person’s body. Legends even say that masters of the ability can also see through invisible barriers that connect between dimensions. While an incredibly powerful ability, it can be pretty taxing on a person’s body and mind if overused or if the user isn’t physically fit.

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Wanted some visuals for Nico’s Eyes of Heka ability which I think is one cool ability. The drawing turned out awesome! Mad props to the artist! 👏🏽

Artwork by the amazing @harchibudytgorichi

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Lunar New Year Cuties🧧🐯🎇

“Xin nian hao! Rawwwwr!” Rain said, wearing her tiger onesie and striking a pose.

Mei blinked her pink slitted cat eyes at what her best friend was wearing, unable to hold back her smile at how utterly adorable Rain looked. “Raindrop, love the look but I don’t think that’s what Auntie D meant when she said we should dress for the New Year.”

“It’s the Year of the Tiger, Mei-Mei. So I had to be a Tiger!” Rain said, hugging Mei. “Now we’re cat twins!”

“I suppose we are.” Mei snickered.

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Little late but this is a pic commission done by the amazing @harchibudytgorichi!

Just a nice a little gift for me and my favorite Callyieverse pal, @laylaylamode! It’s Rain and Mei in their Lunar New Year outfits. Fluffy feels and feisty feline sass all year round! These two are a balanced mix of fierceness and cuteness.

Rain belongs to the lovely @laylaylamode

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Ngl I’m actually looking forward to watching this. Might be interesting to watch a show where main characters are villains. Plus I like the costumes. Bet it’s going to be like League of Super Evil 🤔

26 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

Callyieverse: Jun Long

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Here’s the new Jake/Juniper next gen kid that’s made to replace Junji in the verse. Since he’s Junji’s replacement, I think that basically means everything that’s Junji’s done so far in verse has been Jun now. Anyway, he was fun to make and I hope you like his design! 😁

Art by the amazing @princesscallyie

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My #1 post of 2022

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I posted 5,051 times in 2022

That's 5,051 more posts than 2021!

232 posts created (5%)

4,819 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@proudfreakmetarusonniku

@arsonistfriday

@rozugold

@stellocchia

@blissfali

I tagged 5,035 of my posts in 2022

#reblogs - 4,666 posts

#[creative splashes!] | other's art - 2,280 posts

#[pogchamp!] | tommy fanart - 589 posts

#[13 and a half years!] | wilbur fanart - 471 posts

#[peacemaker :)] | dream fanart - 433 posts

#['good' authority] | quackity fanart - 302 posts

#[immortal together :)] | jamie reblog! - 286 posts

#queue - 240 posts

#my posts - 175 posts

#long post - 166 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#opposite vibes as my au where dream died and became a ghost and would rapidly switch between wanting to kill tommy and being obsessed with

My Top Posts in 2022:

cc!Quackity bringing up c!TNTduo despite it not being asked about whatsoever is like cc!Dream bringing up cc!George whenever possibly

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anyways friendly reminder: if you shit on cluster B disorders, use the term “narc abuse” or use any derogatory terms that are often used to refer to people with cluster B disorders, you’re ableist and you should really really stop that and maybe shut the fuck up!

and if any of my followers believe that, or any other ableist things, then the door is right there for you to leave because I do not want you here.

81 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

“Stop turning friends fucking around and playing into lore!!!” Bitch what do you think L’manburg was. What do you think the disc war was. What do you think Fundy being Wilbur’s son was. Like, so many storylines are built off of friends messing around

Also, the whole “cc!Dream was just messing around with cc!Tommy” is true still, however with the added context of the newer stuff, we can look back on it and go “oh that’s fucked up”. It’s like how when c!Wilbur rigged the election, it was mostly as a joke, but now we can look back and go “...actually that was like- hello? what? this happened. okay.”

ALSO Also friends can mess around with each other and play a character, y’know that, right? Like, when I tease my friends and act like a fucking wanker, I’m playing it up for laughs. That is technically playing a character, you are exaggerating something in order to get a reaction

See? Dream obviously didn’t foresee the whole exile/abuse plotline and shit, but he would’ve gone “oh do you know what’d be funny” and then started the disc war with Tommy, all while exaggerating his role in it by threatening to burn the discs and stuff. Like, he is playing a character, even if that character isn’t fully fleshed out.

94 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

if the DSMP never gets a proper ending can we call it our unfinished sympho- [gets shot]

128 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I don’t think cc!Dream’s audio is meant to make c!Dream sympathetic. It is an audio practice of c!Dream, and c!Dream is known to be an extremely unreliable narrator, especially when trying to make it out that “woe is me, I was pushed to this”. I think c!Dream is definitely sympathetic, however not because he was pushed to this point, but because of how lonely he is and how determined he is to fulfill a futile plan.

So yeah, cool audio, but it isn’t exactly reliable, considering it’s coming from c!Dream. And yes, he can be honest- brutally sometimes- however, I think this is the time he is choosing to twist his actions and make it seem like he’s a victim to his own choices. Humans aren’t snakes, we’re aware of choices much more. Snakes bite to protect, and humans can blow up; can exile; can destroy, but that isn’t to protect.

157 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

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I posted 768 times in 2022

238 posts created (31%)

530 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tragicfaggots

@renchanters

@enderspawn

@the-king-of-lemons

@colestyle

I tagged 412 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#jrwi spoilers - 52 posts

#jrwi - 46 posts

#jrwilb - 34 posts

#jrwi liveblog spoilers - 20 posts

#jrwi liveblog - 17 posts

#double life spoilers - 13 posts

#jay ferin - 12 posts

#dsmp spoilers - 7 posts

#jrwi apotheosis - 6 posts

#dream smp spoilers - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#this is to say my first ever thought abt charlie slimecicle (a man who’s work i admire so much) was “oh he’s like an offbrand joe hills”

My Top Posts in 2022:

i’m actually inconsolable about chip by the way. it’s way too late at night to analyse but he fucking thinks he shouldn’t have been born and that he can’t be who arlin would have raised and is unable to value himself by his own terms when he stopped coasting on denial he himself only half believed he just fucking crumpled

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no ok lizzies ending is like. getting me. because she’s lived a full life in the ocean kingdom, she had a brother and a husband and she made things and she discovered herself and she made enemies and allies and she had plans and then the ocean washed away & everything about her that made her the ocean queen dried up and then she was just. lizzie. and she left having no idea who and what she left behind

57 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

big fan of the fact that we’re gonna have a horny old man on the ship again. it’s what the riptide pirates need

77 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

i really do love how for the last two seasons, scott and cleo have wanted to team so badly, but both times fate and circumstance have pulled them apart - then this time when fate explicitly says ”no, you two aren’t meant to be together“ they actively turn their back on it.

84 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i love how purpled and slimecicle both have an open sort of end to their stories:

slime obviously takes his revenge on both purpled and quackity because they took advantage of his nature and hoped he wouldn’t catch on, but overlayed as he does is “is it ever worth it/no” from when quackity tells him about revenge, so you don’t know how he feels about either afterwards, what sort of guilt he carries now, and he remains an entirely changed person due to both experiences. and clearly he goes on to live as himself but what he does as himself is a mystery since we never truly saw him independent

- and purpled does what he’s done before, he has an agenda and as much as he wants to complete it alone he agrees under duress to try and achieve it with someone else, but this time his attempt to manipulate someone falls through and he reaches the exact same fate as quackity, the very person he was trying to get revenge upon. and he’s not permadead after that, it wasn’t his last canon death but where does he possibly go now? it’s unlikely dream has any use for him and he’s proved useless to purpled actually achieving his goals, and now he’s got no legacy no revenge nothing to even plot in his cave. maybe he tries to be himself this time? maybe he leaves the server entirely? maybe he gets pulled into someone else’s scheme again and meets the same fate he has before.

you don’t know, because it’s quackity’s story, so all you get that is their futures don’t have him in it.

94 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

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Nemesis: Retribution (5)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR (18+ ONLY. I WILL BLOCK YOU), human rights violations, polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, angst, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, mentions of trauma, mentions of character death, fluff if you squint,

A/N: Okay okay. I’m finally happy with how this turned out. Goddamn that’s a lot of words. I’ll see you all in the party in the comments and reblogs! I love reading what you think. Don’t be shy. Jump in!

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1:5 Lemons

2 missions.

A 50/50 chance of getting Salvacion.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were on the verge of getting lightheaded from the anticipation. A decade of chasing this bastard and this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. The man was not only deadly in skill, but always seemed to manage to give you the slip every single time. Forcing yourself to face the life you left was worth it if it meant finally avenging Lily.

The briefings the past week had been long, but they were important to make sure everyone was prepared to end this. You were minutes away now from shipping off to the mission and your whole body was buzzing.

This was it.

There were two locations that you had to hit at the same time. Two locations with large shipments that you had to stop from reaching its destination. The teams needed to be split.

"Let's go over this one more time," Steve started, fully suited up in black that was truly a far cry from his old blue and red ensemble. "I'll be leading a team into the shipment yards with Bucky and Nem at the front. Sam will be on air support. Billy will manage a team of snipers in the surrounding area."

This was the smaller of locations, but with the larger shipment. The location itself entailed a more strategic approach. You weren't happy that there was a chance that Salvacion would be at the other location, but having Frank on that team put you somewhat at ease. He understood more than anyone how important this was to you and he promised he would take Salvacion alive. He was yours to kill.

Frank always kept his promises.

"I'll be leading the other team into the industrial district," Frank continued, his signature vest strapped tight across his chest. "Pietro and Matt will cover the perimeter and I'll be charging in with Nat and Wanda."

Their location was more complicated. It was too close to the residential district and the warehouses there ran 24/7. There was a high risk of civilian casualty if they weren't careful which was why almost everyone who was powered was assigned to that group. They needed every capability they could pull to make sure no innocent blood was spilled.

"Good," Steve nodded. "We'll both have a group of agents with us too. They've been briefed and are prepping transport as we speak. We leave in 20 minutes."

Everyone nodded their understanding, grabbing their gear and heading down to the transport docks. There was a fleet of cars standing by that would be used, gassed up and ready to go. Your hands were drumming repeatedly on your vest, itching to just get on the road. Frank and Matt lingered with you before they joined the rest of their group.

The towering marine stepped up close to you and tightened the buckles of your bulletproof vest, wishing you would have accepted the offer of better gear from the Avengers but also knowing it was hypocritical of him when he declined as well.

It just wasn't your style.

It was his own damn fault for training you in his own combat style. He had no doubt of your capability, but still he worried about you. He always worried about you and he felt a sense of responsibility toward you after finding you tortured within an inch of your life.

"Stay close to Steve, sweetheart."

You snorted, but a glance back at Steve who was already looking at you with a raised eyebrow made you grumble and relent. "Fine."

"Good girl," Frank chuckled, before leaning in to press a firm kiss on your lips as he held you by the buckles of your vest. You smiled into the kiss, feeling the steady protection and reassurance that he always brings.

He stepped away for Matt to get his turn. This was a tradition that just developed naturally between the four of you. A kiss before danger. A promise to keep safe. A promise to come home.

Matt took your face in both hands and kissed the breath out of you as if he was trying to outdo Frank. It wasn't uncommon. He was always more aggressive with his affections, always as if he was scared you might suddenly slip away from his life and you were happy to reassure him every time that you weren't going anywhere. He chuckled when you bit his lip, beating him to it. He gave you one more peck before stepping aside.

Billy came closer to your side and slung his arm around your shoulders, chuckling as he nuzzled his nose against the side of your face. It was amusing him to no end at how easily you were folding for Steve. It was a nice change of pace from the three of them never being able to deny you anything.

Most especially Billy.

"We're definitely keeping Steve around. I think I like you compliant," he snickered, turning your head toward him with a finger under your chin. He planted a quick chaste peck on your lips. Your eyebrows quirked at the unusual behavior.

"What you're not gonna try to outdo me too?" Frank teased.

"Nem knows I do my best kissing elsewhere. Don't you, pretty girl?" Billy winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You smacked him in the chest but didn’t comment further. He wasn't wrong, but he was smug enough as it is.

You were about to turn toward the cars when you were knocked back slightly to the side by a sudden peck to your cheek. You couldn't stop the laugh when you caught Pietro's grin before he vanished again, a subtle warmth spreading in your chest. You were still smiling when you took your seat beside Steve who intertwined your hand with his and raised it to his lips, smiling that soft boyish smile against your skin that now made your stomach flip. He didn't let go of your hand throughout the ride, even as he caught Bucky's yearning gaze in the rearview mirror.

You were greeted by an ambush.

Somehow the syndicates knew that you would be coming, setting up a small army as your welcome party. A quick distress call through the comms from Frank confirmed that they were facing the same in their location.

But you couldn't focus on that.

You were too busy tearing through the goons that kept coming at you. Having two super soldiers and Sam in the thick of it with you was a blessing, but even with the other agents and Billy's sniper support you were severely overrun. You would just have to trust that the other team can handle their own.

You emptied the clips of your pistols as you trudged your way deeper into the fray, not bothering to duck or take cover from the onslaught of angry men. You tossed your empty guns to the side and drew out another, catching a few bullets in your vest.

No time to reload.

"I got you, Hedwig. Give 'em hell," Billy said in your ear.

The deadly smirk on your lips was the only warning the men in front of you got. You charged again as the adrenaline coursed through your body, bullets flying precisely into their skulls.

One. Two. Three. Four men down.

When your bullets ran out, you dropped the gun and pulled out two daggers. Your eyes narrowed as you took off into a sprint toward the closest target, weaving effortlessly through the oncoming fire.

A slice to the forearm to disarm.

A dagger up the chin.

Dead.

He dropped to the ground spluttering on his blood as you took the other dagger and sent it flying toward another's chest.

Dead.

Rough muscular arms caught you by surprise and gripped you from behind, caging you as you struggled. You saw the gun in his hand and reacted.

Break the wrist to disarm.

You smirked at the loud pop of his bones. You grabbed the gun before it dropped to the ground as you slipped a knife from your vest. The pain in his wrist caused him to loosen his hold on you, allowing you to turn to face him.

Blade to the gut.

Bullet to the face. Point blank.

Dead.

You didn't even flinch when his blood splattered across your face, joining the explosion of red already painting your figure. You could make out two more in your peripheral who dropped to the ground before they could advance on you, care of your guardian angel with a sniper rifle.

"Thank you, Blackbird," you said sweetly.

"Goddamn, doll," Bucky said, Steve stood beside him mirroring the same look of equal awe and fear.

This was the first time they had seen you in action. Hearsay and that little demo with Kim did nothing to prepare them for the sheer brutality you had when given the clear purpose to kill. You didn't hesitate. You didn't waste time. You didn't care that you were drenched in blood. You had a goal and you were going to meet it every time with ruthless violence.

This was who you were now.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Steve came up to you looking worried after seeing you charging headlong at open gunfire.

He didn't like it. At least he had a shield. Skilled as you were, he didn't like that you were running every mission like you had a death wish. There was so much blood on you that it was difficult for him to tell if any of it was yours.

"None of the blood is mine," you dismissed, wiping your face with what was the only clean part of your sleeve. "Let's go. I hear more up ahead and Sam said that's where the shipment is."

Rounding the corner, you were faced with another cluster of goons with weapons aimed at your small group. They stood a good distance away in front of two shipping containers that were being readied for transport. Sam landed beside you along with a group of agents. Bucky pushed you behind him and Steve raised his shield to cover you both. Billy chirped in the comms that the snipers had repositioned and were ready. All of that barely registered with you, white noise against the rage that was brewing, because behind enemy lines was the goal you've been chasing for a decade.

Salvacion.

"I have to say," he drawled. His voice, the first you're hearing of now, sending a chill down your spine. "I expected more from the Avengers. You didn't even bring Iron Man. I'm disappointed."

"Give up the serum," Steve growled.

"No. I don't think I will," he answered. "Kill them all."

All hell broke loose once more; fists, bullets, knives, and a shield flying in every direction. Bucky and Steve kept close to you, shielding you from most of the shots as you advanced. You gunned down every bastard you saw but your eyes never strayed from Salvacion who was just standing there watching the clash.

Taunting you.

Something nagged at the back of your head as you fought. It was unusual for the syndicates to be deploying this many people to a single location even if it was for the serum. While you were thanking every god you knew for luckily drawing Salvacion on this mission, his presence was also peculiar. Something else was going on.

Something else was here.

The syndicates were pushing back on your team hard, but you were making a dent in their numbers. When you saw Salvacion start walking away, that was when you felt the panic stir in your mind.

"I can't let him get away, Steve!"

You ignored his and Bucky's calls for you as you made a mad dash straight through the fight, efficiently shooting and stabbing anyone who dared get in your path. You were consumed with the purpose of reaching him, of finally being able to end it all.

You left the larger fight behind you in favor of this more personal one, the noise receding as you chased him farther. You caught a glimpse of him making his way up stacked containers and you sped up your run. You didn't even think twice about climbing the height. Nevermind potential broken bones. Nevermind getting cornered. Nevermind that you had no backup.

Salvacion would die today.

When you reached the top, you were surprised to see him standing there waiting for you but also that he wasn't alone. You raised your gun to match the one he was aiming at you, but he merely tutted and smirked. His other hand also had a gun, this one aimed up the chin of the person he was holding captive in front of him.

Kim.

The amount of irritation this woman was bringing into your life was starting to get on your nerves. She was delegated on your team for this mission and you stifled the aggravated groan as you noticed that she was bleeding heavily from both shoulders causing her to not be able to fight back.

Top agent my ass.

"Hello, Nemesis," Salvacion grinned at you. "Or should I call you Y/N? Much more personal given our history, don't you think?"

Your name on his lips caused a wave of nausea and a sneer to grace your lips. You raised your gun higher, narrowing your eyes as his own pressed harder against Kim's skin. It wasn't an idle threat.

"Nice of you to show up for once. Was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

"Come now. Don't you enjoy our little game of cat and mouse?"

A game.

This was all a game to him and the malevolent smile on his face confirmed that. The fury in you burned, almost making you physically shake. Killing Lily was nothing to him while it had completely consumed your life. It had become your driving force while to him you were merely entertainment.

"You're going to let me go," he declared, fully confident.

"Is that so?"

"Yes," he dragged out. "Or else your teammate here will die."

"What makes you think I give a shit?" you scoffed. "Go ahead."

The way Kim's eyes widened in terror brought a sick sense of pleasure in you that you shouldn't be proud of. Salvacion let out a low laugh, amusement clear in his tone.

"Oh, dear child. No matter how much spite you wrap yourself with, you are the same naive hero wannabe you always were," he snickered. "Self-sacrificing. Even at the expense of your sister."

"You don't talk about Lily, you bastard!" you screamed, your grip shaking slightly on your weapon.

All of a sudden it was hard to breathe and your heartbeat was hammering in your ears. You didn't expect that finally facing him, hearing him talk about Lily like she was inconsequential, would shake you to your core. This was what you have been waiting for. This was what you have been building up to for the past decade. This was your purpose for living.

What were you waiting for?

"I am feeling generous today. Consider it my gift to commemorate our first official meeting," he said.

"What the fuck are you on?" you growled.

"Open the containers," he smiled. "See you soon, Y/N."

He abruptly tossed Kim to the side, pushing her off the ledge of the containers you were on and bolted away with a mad cackle. You shot at his retreating figure, desperately trying to aim through the turbulent emotions he inspired in you. You were going to chase after him when a yelp of pain caught your attention.

Kim was hanging by one hand off the edge, obviously struggling to hold herself up with her busted shoulders. You were too high up for her to survive the fall and she was too injured to help herself. Her grip was slipping.

"Y/N! Help me please!"

A dark shadow passed through your features. Saving her would mean Salvacion would definitely escape. Again. You didn't know if you would ever get another chance at him or when that would be.

You didn't like this woman. You never did. She tormented your youth, took joy in it even and as you reunited nothing changed. She was the same egotistic bully she always was. This was a dangerous mission. People die in the line of fire.

It happens. No one would blame you.

"Please!"

"Fuck!"

You dropped your weapon and clasped both hands on hers to pull her up. You strained with the effort, Kim being a deadweight adding to the struggle. You let go when half her body was safely on top, her legs swinging up to roll herself flat onto the surface. She was crying and whimpering from the fear and pain. You couldn't help the anger that bubbled to the surface.

You slapped her face.

"Get your goddamn shit together," you roared at her. "I don't have time for this. Call for evac, princess."

You ran toward the sound of helicopter blades, jumping onto crates and jolting your bones at the impact. You didn't care. The renewed rage had steadied you, calmed you almost to the point that the only thing you could see in your mind was taking him out. You had faltered and you would beat yourself up about that later, but you couldn't let him slip away again.

The helicopter was already starting to take off, Salvacion clearly visible through the open door. You cocked your gun and fired away. Empty. You slipped another gun out and fired. Empty. You kept running toward him, drawing and firing every last bullet you had as you screamed your frustration with every shot that missed.

You noticed that you managed to get a few through him by the way his body jerked. You were feeling optimistic until he reached around and pulled out a rocket launcher. You saw the sinister grin before he fired.

"Nem!" You heard your name being called, but you were too stunned by the horrible realization that you had failed today. You watched the helicopter slowly make it's way farther and farther behind the rocket that was hurtling toward you.

Even if you ran, the area of impact would still tear right through you. You were frozen in place, unable to process that this was how it would end. That it would end in you dying by his hand as well. That it would end without you making it up to Lily.

Your internal struggle was interrupted by a large body completely engulfing yours. The impact of the rocket threw you both to the ground and the loud explosion accompanied by ripping metal deafened your ears.

You struggled with your vision, the ringing in your head was painful and your body sore from crashing down. Oddly, your skull itself didn't feel injured. All of the pain seemed to be concentrated on your torso. You blinked a few times to focus the blur of your eyes as the repeated chanting of your name became louder.

"Are you okay, doll? Answer me, Nem! Come on."

"Bucky?"

Your sight finally focused to find that it was the brunette super soldier on top of you, covering you from what would have certainly been your death. The dread on his face gave way to a tired relief at you finally responding.

He pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, taking deep steadying breaths. You noticed now that he was wincing and that his flesh arm was underneath you, supporting your back and cradling your head. His metal arm was detached, a mangled mess of forcibly severed wires and metal plates sticking out from his shoulder. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Bucky, your arm," you started to struggle underneath him, knowing he must be in a world of pain.

He shushed you by rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. Your eyes met icy blue ones and you saw him smile weakly, as if telling you it was worth it. He wouldn't hesitate to catch a missile with his arm again if it meant protecting you.

The rest of the boys reached you shortly after, Sam took Bucky and informed you that evac and medics were here. You were still in shock from what just happened. Billy took you gingerly in his arms, endlessly fussing at you and apologizing for not being able to do more even if you understood it was impossible for him to have tracked you through the chaos. Steve stood to the side, obviously furious at himself for not going to you even if you understood it was only right that he led the main fight.

Your body felt like it had gone through a war and you were too emotionally distressed to address anything else. You felt defeated. You felt at a loss. You failed Lily again today. Suddenly, you remembered what he told you.

His gift.

"Steve, Salvacion told me to open the shipments. He said it was a gift from him."

You didn't wait for them to respond, dragging your battered body limping across the yard to the crates. Billy recovered first, quickly jogging up to support your battered body straight with his. Steve followed closely behind, the uneasiness clouding the three of you. The locks were easily broken by Steve's shield and soon your gift was revealed.

What you saw drained the blood from all of you and caused your skin to immediately chill. It was the most sickening thing any of you have ever seen in your lives and that was saying something. How anyone could do this was beyond comprehension.

People. Dozens of people.

Crammed inside the steel box were dozens of people in various states of distress. All of them had barely any life left in them, barely sustained by the various IV bags hooked on their bodies. They hardly reacted when the doors were opened, too spent by what they had been made to go through to even blink. You suspected that a good portion of those who were not moving at all were dead. The smell was horrendous and this was coming from people who were about to be shipped to god knows where.

The horror you felt heightened to epic levels when you noticed that some of the drip bags held a different colored fluid, the distinct color of the super soldier serum. Then it clicked and the nausea finally overcame you. You poured your guts out onto the pavement, your stomach heaving violently as the truth made your vision spin.

Human testing.

Human experimentation.

And you had let the bastard escape.

Steve was going to approach you, clueless as he was on how to help you at that moment, but you had scrambled out of reach and ran out of the shipment yard. He called after you readying himself to go to you, but Billy's grip on his forearm stilled him.

"We're not who she needs right now, Cap," Billy shook his head. "Right now these people need us more."

"Where's she going?" Steve asked, swallowing hard on the lump in his throat and reluctantly agreeing.

"She'll be fine. Matt will find her."

Matt found you hours later. He had returned badly beaten and bruised from their own mission, but upon receiving word from Billy he pushed aside every painful injury he felt and rushed to where he knew he would find you. His chest tightened when he was told what you had seen. It was bad enough that you were carrying the guilt of your sister's death, but now you had the weight of all the lives that were victimized by these sick people too. It was too much for one person to bear.

He found you in the confession booth of the church on the corner of a quiet street and he couldn't see the broken look on your face when he opened the door, but he could feel it. He heard it in your unusually slow heartbeat, as if your organs were trying to give up. He heard it in the shallow breaths you took, as if the act of living was a betrayal in itself. He heard it in the cry that was begging to break through you throat. He could almost taste your despair.

He slowly knelt in front of you and pulled you urgently into his arms, squeezing himself into the tight space. He held you against him, clutching you tight and rocking you gently back and forth. This was an open secret shared between the two of you. When the darkness was overwhelming, you turned to each other and confessed. He pulled away after a long moment, cradling your face firmly in his palms. His thumbs brushed against your dry cheeks. Of course you hadn't been crying.

There were no more left to shed.

"Talk to me," he muttered, pressing his lips softly against yours.

"He experimented on a lot of people," you muttered. "And I let him go, Matty. I've been letting him carry on for ten years."

Your tone was almost a hoarse whisper, devoid of much emotion apart from a cold defeat. This worried him, but at least you were talking. You had known when you were being tortured that they Hydra hadn't perfected the serum. They kept torturing you in the hopes that they could get you to reveal anything about the formula, Steve and Bucky's abilities, or where samples of their blood were stored. You didn't talk.

Maybe you should have talked.

When the syndicates got their hands on the incomplete formula, they were faced with the same problem. A problem they apparently decided to solve by trial and error on actual people. You knew this. At the back of your mind you knew this, but it didn't register until you saw it for yourself tonight. Somehow you had ignored that fact because you had only been focused on your own grief.

"I let him go. I did this, Matty," you breathed, the guilt clear in your voice.

"No! You did not let him go. The bastard got away," he insisted. "And this is not your fault. I won’t let you think that this is your fault."

"No," you argued weakly. "I let him go. I had a shot at stopping him tonight and I didn't take it."

"Steve told me. You stopped to save Kim." The movement of his thumbs on your cheeks changed to soothing circles. "You stopped to save a teammate. That was a good thing."

You scoffed. "I wanted her to die."

"What?"

"For a solid moment as she was hanging on for her life, I wanted to let her die."

"She's alive now because of you, Nem. You fought it. You're strong. You didn't give into it."

"But what if that's what I need to do? If I did I could have ended Salvacion tonight."

You could have ended it all tonight.

Salvacion's words tonight plagued you. if you didn't try to play the hero then this whole twisted operation could have been stopped. If you didn't try to play the hero then you would have gotten your revenge for Lily. If you didn't play the hero then Lily wouldn't even be dead. You had wanted to save people so much, make a difference in the world, that you didn't stop and think about how that would impact the people you held most dear.

"You don't honestly believe that, do you?" Matt asked cautiously, he knew more than anyone the struggle you faced. All of you were just a bad day away from completely snapping.

"I don't know," you admitted in defeat. You sounded so tired and confused that it broke his heart.

He held you for a moment more, waiting for your heart and breathing to return to normal. He didn't know what else to do or what else to tell you. He didn't know how to help you this time. Just then, he sensed the arrival of a Maximoff twin.

"Pietro's outside. I'll ask him to take you away for a while," he shook his head when he felt you were about to protest. "You need a break and you need some peace."

He led you outside, his pace slower than normal as your shoulders slumped lower to the ground in resignation. He exchanged a few words with Pietro before he pressed a kiss to your temple and pushed you toward the other man.

"Come with me, little star. I'll take care of you."

The next thing you knew, Pietro had lifted you into his arms and asked you to close your eyes. You buried your face into his neck as you felt the world around you dissolve in a blur, your hair whipped around but you weren't scared. The steady grip he had on you assured you that you would be safe. When he told you to open your eyes, you had no idea where you were or how long you had been traveling.

"Where are we?"

He gently set you on your feet as you looked around the area. It was beautiful. A dense lush forest that opened up to a lake with a small cabin. Isolated. Quiet.

Peaceful.

Immediately you felt your body relax in the new environment. It was so far removed from anything and everything that it allowed you to let go of the tight hold you had on your life. It allowed you to let go of the rage for a moment.

"Sokovia," he answered. "This is mine. When Wanda and I were little, even before the enhancements, our connection was strong and can be overwhelming. I needed a place that was only my own."

"Wanda doesn't know about this?"

"No, it is the only secret I have ever kept from her. I've never brought anyone else here."

Turning to him, you could see the shy smile on his face. There was a reluctance there, as if he was nervous that his little hideaway would not be good enough for you. You were quick to shoot that thought down.

"It's beautiful, Pietro. Thank you for sharing this with me."

His smile brightened as he approached you and held both your hands in his. "We can stay for as long as you want to. I can go into town and get us more supplies. We can swim in the lake if you like and I can cook you paprikash. You'll love it."

He was so excited. So happy to be able to spend time with you. Elated to be able to share this sentimental place with someone else, but he saw the sadness in your eyes and it made him force himself to slow down. The smile on his face dimmed.

"Do you want to go somewhere else? I can take you anywhere you like."

The heartbreak and disappointment in his voice alerted you. You hurriedly wound your arms around his shoulders and forced his eyes to meet yours. You recognized the way he looked at you, but it was only now that you really noticed that he has always looked at you that way. He was so pure. So honest. So good.

He was too good for you.

"No, Pietro. This is perfect. You're perfect." You tried to smile up at him. "I don't deserve you."

Just like that he understood you. He drew you closer by the waist and pressed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth. When he drew back, his smile lit up his face again.

"Why do you need to deserve me, little star?" he chuckled at the puzzled look on your face, finding it adorable. "Can I not just choose to love you?"

You frowned and he just laughed more. He shushed your protests by pulling you flush against his body, lowering his head to hover his lips mere inches from yours. He left this small distance as your choice to make just as he has made his.

"Let me choose to love you."

You could feel his breath on your face at this distance, see the sparkle of anticipation in his eyes, and his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You made your choice.

Kissing Pietro has to be the most comforting experience that you had ever felt. He tasted like hot chocolate on a rainy day and you felt your body melt when he returned the gesture. You were sighing against his lips when the now familiar feeling of him dashing turned it into a surprised squeal. You blinked and you were lying down on a soft mattress with Pietro grinning down at you.

You laughed as you shared more kisses, hands giddily exploring each other and tearing away pieces of clothing until nothing lay between you. For the first time in a long time, you felt insecure about your scars. For the first time, you were reluctant for someone to see them. Again, just like that he understood you.

"You're beautiful, little star. You have always been beautiful to me."

He kissed you again, deeply and full of emotion that you melted into the bed. His lips traveled down your neck, your chest, your stomach. He stopped to nip and suck at the inside of your thighs causing you to involuntarily moan his name. Lower he went until his mouth was working gentle swirls on your sensitive bud. Your hips grinded against his tongue, desperately seeking more.

He pressed his mouth fully on you then, adding a finger much to your delight. He ate you like he worshipped you. Like he was blessed with the opportunity to bring you pleasure. Your body sang his praises, reacting with equal enthusiasm by soon reaching your orgasm. You shook beneath him as he allowed you to ride out your high, soothing you with gentle hands rubbing circles on your hips. He was smirking at you when he crawled up, satisfied that he had made you cum but clearly aiming for more.

He kissed you again as he lined himself up against your core, sliding it against your slit to coat it with your slick. He wasn't even inside you yet and you already felt like you were ready to cum. He held your gaze, silently asking for permission that this was still what you wanted. Instead of answering, you moved your hips to slip his length inside causing him to drag out a hiss and capture your mouth again. The groan you both let out when he bottomed out vibrated through your fused lips.

"You feel incredible," he whispered. "You feel so good wrapped around me. Just like I always thought you would."

"Pietro, please."

His strokes were slow and deep, hitting that special spot inside you that had you panting with want. The smooth roll of his hips was quickly driving you higher and higher toward another orgasm. It was so gentle. So sensual. So personal.

"Tell me what you want, little star."

Everything about Pietro's life had been one big event after another. Rushed decisions. Angry fighting. Missions. Even his very enhancement relied on speed.

He didn't want that with you.

With you he wanted to slow everything down. He wanted to savor every moment. He wanted to stop time if he could, keep you in his arms for as long as possible. Freeze you in this exact moment when all you felt was pleasure.

"More," you pleaded.

Maybe he could speed up just a little bit.

His strokes gradually hastened and he glowed with satisfaction at seeing you delirious with desire because of him. He palmed at your breasts, nipped at your neck, and bucked his hips just a bit harder.

"More."

He smiled. How could he deny you? He lifted you up until you were seated on him, holding you firmly with an arm up your back with his hand fisting in your hair. The other hand he slipped between the two of you to rub against your clit. You saw the wicked glint in his eyes before he dipped his head to lave at your breasts.

You felt like you were going to explode from the different sensations. That was until he decided to move your body to bounce on his cock, his own hips thrusting up to meet you and his hand on your back guiding you to wind your hips as you came down. Your clit hit his pelvis each time and another wave was added onto your building climax. You whined, moaned, and pleaded his name. Begging him to grant you release.

“Let go for me. I have you. Let go.“

He growled against your breast and pounded up into you until you screamed and shook above him, clenching him so hard you pulled his own orgasm out of him. He spilled into you, crushing you against him as you continued to flutter around him.

You fought to catch your breath and when you caught each other's eyes, still hazy from lust, you laughed. You felt free. You felt renewed. You kissed him then.

"I love you too, Pietro."

He looked at you with unrestrained adoration. He had been chasing after you for so long that he could hardly believe that he had finally caught you. That he was finally yours.

"What? You didn't see that coming?" you teased.

He chuckled and pulled you in for another lingering kiss. You felt so good in his arms that he has completely forgotten how it felt to not have you in them.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmured against the skin of your shoulder. "If you want to we can runaway. I can take you away from all of this. We can stay here or we can go anywhere else."

He smiled warmly at you and pecked your lips when he saw the internal conflict flash through your features. Again, without a word he understood you.

"But I know that is not what you want," he reassured you. "I just wanted you to know that you have that choice if you should want it."

Tempting as his offer was, you knew you couldn't let go of Lily's memory. You would never truly be at peace until Salvacion was rotting six feet under and his whole operation was blown to bits. You couldn't leave your mission unfinished. And you couldn't bear to leave four other men behind. Looking back at the events of the past night, it felt more accurate to say five. Still, there was a sense of security from knowing you had that option.

"Let's go home."

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A/N: Okay let’s take a vote. Should we forgive Bucky now?

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