#i see now cyborg is mirrored

[elirium]

Tiny Guy

Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, Starfire and Nightwing

All Together?

[unclewaynemunson]

It takes a while before Eddie catches up to what’s happening. It’s subtle, really, an untold story in slightly averted gazes and barely-visible scowls. But he starts paying extra attention to it when he catches Steve resolutely facing the other way when they pass a storefront with a couple of mirrors in it. From that moment, it doesn’t take long before Eddie notices the pattern, the way Steve meticulously avoids basically every reflective surface like it’s becoming a second nature for him.

When he finally asks Steve about it, Eddie sees how his face drops, and he kind of wishes he hadn’t brought it up. It pains him to see Steve like that.

‘I just - I don’t really recognize myself, anymore,’ Steve says. ‘I know it’s really fucking superficial, but I used to be this hot dude, you know. The guy everyone wanted to be with. And now I’m just some guy, with glasses and hearing aids and a belly and a retreating hairline, and a gross scar around his neck.’

Eddie can actually feel his heart shrink in his chest. He hates this for Steve. He wants to make clear to his boyfriend exactly how beautiful he still is, not despite, but exactly because of all the things he just mentioned.

'Those things can still go together, you know,’ he says, playfully shoving his shoulder against Steve’s, pressing a quick kiss against the scar on his neck. ‘If you ask me, you’re still the hottest dude in all of Hawkins. You’ll always be.’

And slowly, a smile starts creeping over Steve’s face. ‘You sure about that?’

Eddie nods, not looking away. ‘Hundred percent.’

Since that day, Eddie starts keeping a stack of post-its and a pen in the bathroom. Every night before he goes to bed, he sticks a new note on the bathroom mirror: “I love the color of your eyes.” “I love your soft tummy.” “Your hearing aids make you look like a sexy cyborg.” “Did you know your nose looks biteable AF?” “Your moles are more beautiful than any constellation.” The stream of compliments is endless, but not once does Eddie have to make an effort to come up with something new.

And that’s how the mirror stops being Steve’s enemy. Because ever since the first note, it’s become his new favorite thing to look in the mirror, the very first thing he wants to do when he wakes up in the morning. The messages always manage to surprise him, tirelessly keep pointing out new things about him, always in the most Eddie-ish way possible: funny, sweet, unhinged, caring, horny, genuine... And always so full of love. The one thing he can always count on.

But one morning, a day after he and Eddie got into a heated fight with each other, Steve steps into the bathroom with dread clawing at his stomach. He knows the mirror will be empty. Eddie was so fucking angry at him last night.

Unexpectedly, he does spot a note, a purple post-it with Eddie’s handwriting on it. He feels the overwhelming urge to cover his eyes, because this time, there will be something mean on it, no doubt. Eddie will tear apart what used to be the best part of Steve’s day with one single sentence. He steps closer, swallows, gets ready to face the music.

“I���m still mad at you but godDAMN why do you look so fucking HOT when you’re shouting at me that’s fucking unfair.”

Steve stares at the note for a full five minutes before taking it off the mirror and adding it to his ever-growing post-it collection. He’s completely overwhelmed by the love Eddie showed him even while he was angry. By the certainty behind that simple gesture. The unwavering commitment in Eddie’s actions.

Steve wakes Eddie up with a kiss and a cup of coffee. They talk it out, like they always do, and he buys a ring for Eddie the next day.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Undercover (Bad Batch X Reader) P1

Plot: Reader goes undercover at a prestigious event, her job is mainly to gather intel while the batch keeps watch.

Warning: Bad language, Drinking and Violence

Reader is female (sorry), Established relationship, Poly relationship between reader and each member of the batch. There's some brother moments and banter between the clones but no Clone X Clone stuff.

language list

P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7

The mission seemed simple enough all you had to do was gather information for the the Jedi order who have suspensions that a neutral senator is actually working for the Separatist, along with a few of his friend. There isn't any solid proof, and they needed to be sneaky about it so, who better than a squad that no one knows enough about to do the job. The prestigious party the senator is hosting at one of his grand halls is the perfect place to get everything you all need, so your now in the fresher getting into a dress that was gifted to you from senator Chuchi. A one-shoulder strap Floor-length black dress with a heart neckline, the fabric is tight around your waist and a red silk sash is resting around your hips, there's a high split on one side but the fabric of the skirt is slight ruffled making it so you can only see your leg coming out of the gap when walking, your shoes are simple red heals not to high and easy to fight or run in if needed. Your job is to listen in on conversations, hopefully get talking to the senator himself and get him to spill at least something, Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair have already set off to get themselves set up, Cross of course being high up and out-of-the-way enough to where he can see the main hall but also not be seen while the other two act as guards. A knock on the fresher door snaps you out of your thoughts getting you to turn towards it while making sure your hair is swooped over one side letting it rest over the single strap of your dress and covering your ear for an ear piece you'll be wearing later. "Y/n, we're heading out soon, you ready?" Echo's voice calls out from the other side of the door bringing a small smile to your face.

Echo's and Tech's job is to go in through the back and gain access to their system gathering any records and files they can and it seems they have the go ahead from Wrecker who's managed to clear a path for them by the back door. "One second" You call back grabbing your red clutch bag before taking one last look in the mirror, your surprised at how good you look, when the dress was first gifted to you it didn't seem like it would look good on you at all but you were so wrong. Walking to the fresher door you open it and step out almost bumping into Echo who's still waiting outside the door, his eyes look you over going slightly wide from amazement, taking a step back the cyborg gulps having never seen you in anything other than your armor and blacks before. Stunned he stands there almost motionless as his eyes continue to look you over, letting out a small laugh at his reaction you place a hand on his shoulder and call his name managing to snap the poor trooper out of his shock, Echo's eyes meet yours still looking like a deer in speeder lights, but he knows he has to get something out instead of just standing there staring at you "Y-you look n-.. Beautiful" Echo offers you a smile glad he managed to stop himself from saying you looked nice, you look beyond nice so why was that the first word that tried to leave his mouth? Biting your lip lightly you step closer running your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck while placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Ner Ka'ra" You whisper always happy to see the clone so flustered and that slight pinkness on his pale cheeks, he's so cute, feeling his flesh hand wrap around your waist to hold you closer you let out a hum of contentment letting him hold you close "I mean it Ad'ika, you look … Kandosii'a" Echo whispers in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.

Kissing his cheek one more time you pull away while taking his hand starting to walk into the cockpit ready to start the mission, with Echo following closely you make your way over to Tech who's waiting by the open door of the marauder his eyes only focused on the data-pad in his hands. So lost in his own world he doesn't notice you or Echo walking over, letting go of your hand Echo clears his throat to get his brother attention which finally make him look up from the data-pad. Tech goes to say something as he looks up only to stop when seeing you, a strange feeling he hasn't felt before rushes through him making his body tense up. "We ready?" You ask after a while of silence, managing to push the strange feeling aside Tech nods relaxing a little and managing focus on the task at hand "Ah, yes, here put this in, and we'll get going" He adjusts his goggles before handing you an ear piece which you happily place in your ear making sure your hair is covering it from sight, Echo stares at his brother flicking his eyes at you then back to Tech secretly telling his brother to say something. Getting the hint Tech quickly offers you his hand and helps you down the steps of the ship, you can walk perfectly fine but your not about to pass up his offer so take his hand and walk down the steps "That dress, it's the one Senator Chuchi gifted you, correct?" The goggles wearing clone asks unsure of exactly what to say as that feeling from before bubbles up again.

Letting out a hum you give him a nod while starting walking with the two down the back streets that lead to the grand hall, your hand still in Tech's while Echo places a hand on your lower back "She made a good choice, the fabric shows off your natural curves, the exposed shoulder makes you look confident and the peek of skin is most differently an attraction. As for the bottom half of the dress-" Tech watches your leg peek out of the slit in the shirt as you walk gulping slightly to try and regain his nerves "It hides a lot but also gives those who are interested a look at your fair skin and toned leg when you walk away… The mix of red and black is quite symbolically, perfect for this mission" Tech finishes stopping at the spot where there supposed to split up and turns to you pulling his hand out of yours forgetting that he hadn't let you go. Echo holds back a laugh at his brothers attempt to compliment you but at the same time felt outdone since all he could muster was a simple compliment. Turning to Tech you run your hand over his cheek while leaning in placing a light kiss on his lips, as much as he struggles with emotions and compliments you know he tries, it may not be a normal compliment and you may not have understood some of it but at the end of it all you could see what he really means. "Thanks Can'gal, thats very sweet" You whisper against his lips earning a smile off the clone who runs a hand over your waist feeling more relaxed as that feeling goes away being replaced by that familiar warmness in his chest that only you can provide.

Pulling away you turn to Echo who has that soft look on his face, wrapping an arm around his neck you pull the cyborg in for a hug placing a kiss on his cheek "Be safe" You tell him before pulling away slightly to peck his lips "We will. Be careful Cyare, if you need help or a break just call out" Nodding you give both of them one last kiss before head off in one direction while the two head off in the other, walking out into the street you follow it down to the large brick building with white marble stairs and people gathered all around. Red velvet rope stops crowds and news reporters from getting any closer, guards and robots are stations all around keeping guard and helping people out of vehicles that pull up to the walk way, taking a breath to calm yourself you hold your head high and walk up to a short line of people who are showing off their golden invites to a service droid who's wearing a black tux. Handing your invite over the droid scans it before gesturing you through onto the red carpet lining the way up and into the building, the sound of people yelling, camera's flashing and screaming soon dies down as you make it past the wide open golden doors and into the building, calming instrumental music fills the halls along with light talking and laughing, a completely different environment to the chaos outside. After making it up yet another set of stairs you make it to the last guard point, people shuffle through the metal detectors as the guards on either side watch, waiting to jump in the moment an alarm goes off, taking a breath you step though knowing it's not going to go off but you know what to do next which is what actually make you nervous.

Deliberately flexing your foot in your shoe loosening the already loose strap, it comes off making you stumble a little and drop your clutch bag. Bending down to pick up your bag your hand is met by a black gloved hand causing a smile to form on your face as you look up to meet eyes with Hunter. He easily slips a knife into your bag before handing it to you without anyone noticing, taking your free hand he guides you to stand up straight letting his eyes look you over in the posses. "Ma'am, please allow me" A smirk appears on the leaders face while kneeling down and taking a hold of your exposed leg, placing your hand on his shoulder for balance you watch as his gloves hands brush against your skin and lift your leg up, so he can place your shoe back on and tighten the strap. "Perfect" Hunter whispers gently placing your food down but keeping it out of the slit in your dress, while standing he lets his hand run up your leg to your knee before letting it go to take your hand off his shoulder, bringing your hand to his lips Hunter kiss over your knuckles making you cruse him in your head at how flustered he's making you. At this moment you want nothing more than for him to kiss you and hold you right now but it would give the mission away so you have to hold back, your'll make a mental note to get him back for this later though. "Have a nice night, Ma'am" Hunter lets go of your hand and bows slightly before walking away still with that smirk on his face, composing yourself for a moment you grip onto your bag while making your way into the main hall seeing it packed with people, the stage right at the back has several aliens playing instruments but there's no singer with is a good thing since there's already a lot of talking and laughing almost drowning out the light and beautiful music.

The hall is exactly how Tech described, white marble pillars line the sides of room holding up baloney's that people use when a play or consort is on, the room is walled in white and red floral wall paper and gold specks, the large stage is made out of a dark wood with strange lights hanging around and heavy red curtains pulled back to the sides. The floor is all red carpet and flat perfect for all the round tables with white cloth and pots of flowers to cover the area, most of the white wooden chairs are unused most guest preferring to stand and mingle, a make shift bar is off to the left with two bar tenders but no one is ordering drinks from it since there are staff walking around with trays of small food and glasses of wine. The area for the staff is just behind the make shift bar but you know it only leads to a prep room and not an actual kitchen which is on the other side of the room behind sealed doors, walking into the room your eyes scan the crowd trying to find your target. "Pretty girl, look at you all dressed up" A snake like voice comes over the com in your ear making you smile, taking a wine glass of a waiter you thank them but are mainly aiming it at Crosshair who is somewhere up above you. "Been holding out on us Ad'ika… He's on your 4, surrounded by blue suits. Go strut your sexy ass over there" You can hear the smirk in his voice making you blush with a wide smile, turning to where he mentioned you notice your target with several business men around him engrossed in conversation and laughter, it's going to be hard to get him away without looking suspicious so for now you'll just have to ease drop. Sipping on your wine you walk around looking over the decor, feeling flowers on the table and looking at art work on the walls portending to ponder in order not look like your listening.

Their conversation is boring at best mainly talking about gossip from their homes but nothing that would indicate that he's working for the separatists. "We're in the control room" Tech's voice comes over the coms along with the sound of clicking and turning which is most likely Echo working his magic. "Good, our pretty girls inside mingling with the locals" Cross chuckles making it hard for you to resit rolling your eyes "Y/n's here? Where? I wanna see" Wrecker's voice comes though making you hold back a laugh at the clear pout he has on. "You can see her later, just keep focused" Echo groans through the same line as the big man which means there all in the same room together, that wasn't part of the plan which makes you worry a bit. "Wrecker.. Stick to the plan" Hunter whispers in slight anger making the big guy groan, walking over to another painting you have to hold back another laugh at Wrecker's pouty voice "But Tech's won't show me the recording, come on, you've all seen her why can't i? … I'm not aloud up front only in the back where she isn't going to be so just show me and then I'll go" A drawn out sigh is heard behind him clearly coming from Tech "Fine, here you go" The goggles wearing close gives in showing the big guy a recording of you in the dress, there's a loud gasp followed by Wrecker's much cheery voice "You look amazing Cyar'ika, like an angel but in black" his heartfelt compliment makes your heart swell almost making you tear up but you manage to control yourself and move to the next painting as to not seem weird just standing in one place for so long.

Echo sighs through the com clearly annoyed by what Wrecker just said "I know what your going for but its not the compliment you think it is… a black angel is mostly seen as the devil or death" Before the big guy can apologise or retract his compliment Tech clears his throat indicating he's about to spill some interesting facts which makes your chest grow warm again "In some cultures yes, but in mythology and other cultures black angels or angels in black represent a more complex or morally ambiguous character and symbolize a sense of power, rebellion, or a departure from conventional norms." After he's finished there's a short silence before Wrecker lets out a confused "huh?" while Crosshair chuckles finding all this quite amusing "I actually like it, i think it suits her. Miss angel in black" Taking a long sip from your glass of wine you hold back your need to answer wanting to tell the snickering sniper to shut up and focus but luckily Hunter does that for you. "Focus, all of you" Hunter whispers through the com again managing to stop the chatter and get everything back to doing their jobs and hopefully Wrecker has headed off to be where he was meant to be. Through the conversation you've been listening in on the senator and his pals who are still just gossiping about their lives at home, clearly not going to get anywhere you walk away finishing off your wine and setting the empty glass down on a table full of empty glasses tapping it before walking away. "Nothing… really?" Cross asks after seeing you tap the empty glass letting him know what you found, with all their talking he's surprised you got nothing at all.

Heading over to the bar area you have a look around for any of the lesser targets but none of them are in sight, its strange since there should be at least one or two. Its still early so hopefully they will show up but if their not here then where are they? Leaning on the bar you get a surprised look from the man behind it since no one has ordered a drink and the bar is mostly here just to block the unsightly view of the back room from guests "Can i get a blue moon please" You ask with a sweet smile making the man nod and start to make you a drink, you feel sorry for the two men behind the bar both just having to sand here all night and do nothing, your sure some people would love it but you could never. When the small blue drink is placed down you gladly take it thanking the young man before taking a sip, a thought crosses your mind as you do, these bar tenders have been here the whole time just listening so maybe you can sweet talk your way into some kind of useful information "Slow night?" You ask with a small laugh asking the two of them trying to lighten their mood, both seem board and hopefully that will make them willing to talk "Yes ma'am" They both answer in unison as if they were addressing a superior officer, it makes you laugh being reminded of Reg's on their first day "We'll since no one is taking advantage of the free bar, i was hoping i could ask you about this place, its history and architecture i was going to ask the owner but…" Looking over at your target you watch him laugh with the other men, another round of wine in their hands "I don't want to interrupt his much-needed down time"

Turning back to the two men they both eye you with suspicion while glancing at each other having a silent conversation, holding out your hand for them to shake you bring them back to you hoping to stop their worrying "Sorry i should introduce myself, I'm F/N F/LN I'm a Anthropologist at Yavin Prime, i hear this place has a rich history so i hope i can write about it" You smile seeming to ease their worries, it doesn't take long for them to talk about its history, who owned it before your target and what it was used for, the information wasn't fully useful until they got to its more resent events, the basement area has recently been commended due to structure issues, the only problem is there's no basement on any floor plans. Portending to think for a second you tap your half empty glass in short bursts almost like mores code so Crosshair knows your on to something "That's very unusual, basements are very rare for a building of this size that was built centenaries ago, no wonder it must be falling apart" You tap your chin hoping to draw out more information while not asking directly and giving yourself away "Oh no it was built a few years ago, There was some kind of sink-hole bellow the building, it seems they decided to put a basement down there instead of covering it up" One of the bartenders says only to get nudged by the other one who leans on the bar to be a bit closer to you.

A part of you wants to pull away mainly because of the slight growl in your ear from Crosshair but you know this is something you have to hear so leaning closer you let the man whisper to you after making sure no one is looking your way "I heard they put it down there since the more square foot you have on a building the more you can sell it for. On a building like this you can't add on without a reason… Between you and me i think the sink-hole was made up so the owner can sell this place for more money and pay back his debt" The man whispers to you making your eyebrow rise, the other bartender is quick to grab his mates shoulder and pull him away from you giving him a hard glare "Dude, the hell" They whisper to each other starting to bicker and fight about what you had just heard, your target has no records of being in debt, that only means he's dealing under the table so to speak. "The schismatics show no basement levels or any work or money transfers related to it" Tech's voice comes over your com, the sound of clicking is still heard in the background indicating there still in that room trying to get the data they need "There is a report of a sink-hole but its actually two buildings away" Echo states with a curious hum "Wrecker and i will check it out, the rest of you stick to your jobs and keep an eye out" Hunter orders his voice no longer a whisper meaning he's already away from his station "Y/n, see if you can talk to our target, get his attention somehow"

[bluxb3rry]

❝𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💜

Bang Chan x male reader!

He/him pronouns!

English is not my frist language!

Tried Angst! This one is very long xd

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-Honey, Wake up-

The voice made him wake up a little bit, but with his eyes still closed he tried to ignore it, hiding his face more in the pillow and feeling the soft heat from the sun that came from an open window, not only that but also the touches in his skin were as soft as the sheets, he really tried to wake up.

-Chan, love, wake up-

He now felt soft kisses in his face, smiling a little still trying to play sleep, knowing that his lover already know of his little play.

-hm, okay okay, i guess i'll shower alone-

-im up!-Chan opened his eyes looking at him

-i knew you were awake-he kissed him

-mmh, Y/N! You can't just play with me like thaat-he said with a whiny voice

-yeh yeh cry baby-Y/N got up

Chan just looked at him, the sheets still covering part of his body, just looking at the naked back of his boyfriend, seeing little love marks in his neck, smiling a little.

-what are you looking at?-Y/N asked, putting on the shirt of him, looking at him with a playful smile.

-just at my lover, i didn't know that you owned my shirt now-

-i got cold, but, if you came with me to the shower, i might just get warm again-that was the last thing that Chan heard before seeing his boyfriend closing the bathroom door.

-if you play like that-he followed him

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It wasn't a warm day anymore, it was night and i got slightly colder, Chan looked at himself in the mirror, feeling his cheeks gething kinda warm while fixing his tye.

-you seem kinda scared boss-another voice entered the room

-don't call me like that when we are not in patrol minho-Chan looked at him, and then looked at the robot beside him that handed some other tyes-you can go

-yes sir-a robot voice was heard before the robot left

-mmh, you fight cyborgs, eleminate hackers, fight a lot of mafias and bring kinda of a peace in this cyber world, and yet you are scared for a simple question-Minho joked, though there was some true in that joke.

-yeah i know, just-he sighed-what if he says no?-he let go of the still not quite well donce tye

-Hyung, you two have been together for four years now, and knew each other way more than that, he could never say no to you-Minho responded looking at him and fixed his tye-now, you better go to that restaurant, give him the moment of his life, show him the ring and pim pam pum, married-

-thank you-

-is what friends do, right?...-Minho only looked himself in the mirror-you choosed a good day to, seems more easy to remeber for the future-

-easy?-

-you guys anniversary day? damn, i should keep that for me and Han-

A robot walk in

-sir, Y/N is ready-it said

-good luck-minho said for last time

Chan only smiled to him and went down stairs.

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-Chris? Wake up-

He opened his eyes slowly, seeing that smile and cold eyes that made him smile a little bit more. The window was closed and most of the warm outside didn't get inside enough.

-Good morning-he said

-Chris, you have work to do, places to go-he ignored him

-I don't think i wanna-

It smiled at him and touched his cheek, Chan only closed his eyes at the feeling of the cold hand, like metal.

-Chris, you have to-

-i don't want to leave you here Y/N-he said feeling more hopeless the more he felt the touch

-im gonna be okay, i won't leave anywhere-

-i know-

He got up from the bed, slowly stretching feeling his muscles more free, he looked back at Y/N

-that shirt...-he murmured

-oh? this one? sorry i just...i though i could use it, i felt cold-Y/N said slowly taking of the shirt, almost reveling something that Chan didn't want to see

-no no-he stoped him-its okay, you can use it

-thank you...um, your breakfast is ready downstairs, i asked one of the robots maids to make you some-Y/N said getting up from the bed, walking just a little far away and more close to the door

-Thank you-

Chan finished his routine, and was about to exit his room, then he looked at him again. He kissed his cheek, feeling the cold metal.

-oh-Y/N looked at him surprised, or the most he could figure out from his expression-um

-goodbye-He left

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-Thats the report for today, you are dismissed-robots and people left the room minus one guy-i said dismissed

-How are you Hyung? How is the treatment doing?-

-Minho-he said again, but just sighed-im doing good, Y/N is just fine-

Chan started looking some papers, mafias to be more expecific, letting the silence order the room, hoping for his friend to leave.

-...its today isn't?-Minho asked already knowing the answer

Chan just looked at him withouth saying anything.

-Hyung, i know that you bought that robot and tried to program him but, Y/N is-

-Shut up-Chan interrumped him

-You are living in a dream Hyung, you are trying to forget something-

-i though this was the best for me-

-yeah but-Minho sighed-is not, you are just going into a cicle of lies Hyung, because thats what they are, you give us missions but you just stay here all day trying to see any mafias that could have caused this, but i can tell you, you can't do it alone, you need help-

-What if Han-Chan started

-Don't you fucking dare, you fucking know that what are you doing is wrong and you are gonna end with a bullet in the head, whoever is from yourself or someone else-

-I have the tecnology Minho, now get the fuck out of my office before i do something that i could regret-

-regret? Hyung, you bought a robot thinking its him, you don't come here every single day and you stay in that fucking room with a piece of metal to try and fix your fucking problems-Minho finished saying already standing out

-out-

-Hyung-he got interrumped

-When we are in patrol im your Boss, now, GET THE FUCK OUT-he screamed at him

Minho only looked at him suprised, only for changing to a more neutral face but still some anger in those eyes.

-yes boss-he left

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It was a perfect night, the elegant music, the lights, the time, everything.

But in his eyes, seeing you smiling was everything he needed.

-Hon, wha- how?-

-I though it was a nice place-

-nice? Honey this is perfect, i-i don't have words-you laughed a little

-Happy Anniversary-Chan said

Thanks to a robot, you two were in the table, eating and just enjoying each other presense.

It was almost midnight.

-Love-you looked at him-i-i wanna ask you something-

-WATCH OUT-

it wasn't gonna be a perfect night.

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He didn't remeber well, the blood and your cold eyes where everything in his mind.

So, it wasn't bad right? This, this robot was you, you were here, his lover, his boyfriend and his lost husband, it was your face, your voice, your laugh. He knew what he needed, he knew this wasn't good but Chan needed you, you made him feel happy.

-Chris?-

But those eyes, were as cold as that night, your touch was as cold as the last moments he hugged, when was the last time your warm hands touched his skin? when was the last time your soft lips kissed him?

-Chris? why are you crying? i-i dont see any damage?-

He was crying? he didn't notice, but of course he would, he always did, you said that was something you loved of him. Chris? he didn't like how that sounded from you, thats why he told you to call him anything else, thats why you called him Chan or Honey.

-You don't remeber?-Chan asked, hoping to hear more from it

-What?-

-The day, the day i asked you out, it was at the park-

-Chris i don't-

-Please, please you know, i told you, "call me another thing then that" you called me Honey a-and i, i didn't understood why but it looked like the perfect moment to tell you-Chan hugged its hands-c'mon i know you can remeber

-i-im sorry Chris, but, that wasn't in my program-

Now thats when chriss brooke, tears running away from his eyes, while the robot tried to help, but how? that wasn't you, Y/N was gone long time ago.

So, he slowly opened the shirt, reveling the chest of the robot, seeing a single square, he touched it, slowly open it.

-Chris?-

-Y/N is gone, i can't let you destroy me anymore-he looked at him-im sorry

-Its okay, its my job as a therapy robot to help you-

Chan knew the moment he pressed the botton that he was seeing right now, in the exact stop the he saw your blood, that it were only survive for some more hours before shutting down.

-When i press it, can we...can you hug me while i fall asleep?-

-of course-

So he did, and then, he was in the bed, hugged by it, thinking it was you, thinking it was your soft touch that made him remeber of his sheets, the sun slowly appearing in the window and letting the heat decor his room, while you tried to wake him up.

Thank you for using Memory Simulator

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Out of context WIP Poll

(Aka the Badly Summarized WIP poll)

Thanks to @mk-writes-stuff for the tag!

I actually already did this here and here. But imma do I again, just different. It'll be a fun challenge.

What I'll do is take the top five from each poll and summarize it differently for y'all to pick from

TSP did not make it 😭 but that's fine because I didn't know how to describe it well either

Tagging softly @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites @elsie-writes @sarahlizziewrites @little-peril-stories @monstrouswrites @mysticstarlightduck @sleepyowlwrites @loopyhoopywrites @theeccentricraven @writeouswriter @calicohyde @sunset-a-story @jezifster @sender-paulson @warriorblood1 @cowboybrunch + ANYONE who wants!

Reblog to spread the poll :)

[bltzgore]

what do you mean by "noncon cyborgs"? 👀 iii wanna knowwwww

Oh my gosh! Thank you for asking!!! Now I get to rant about it 😈

Noncon cyborgs is the nonconsentual modification of a whumpee (whumper or oooooooh! Caretaker!!!) with mechanical augmentations. But thats just a technical description, it's all about what it can be:

- whumpee waking up after being in a fire, a collapsing building, a general disaster, and they're certain they should have died. But they wake up and they are strapped to a steel table in a room that is a few degrees too cold.

- they cannot recognize their own voice

- they cannot feel the cold air on a specific limb

- they aren't breathing. Not that they can't. They aren't. And they're not dying from it?

- the utter silence of it all makes them realize their heart isn't beating either.

- whumper enters and begins to coo, their new creation, their pet, their wonderful new tool, is perfect.

- "What happened to me? How did I survive the ---? Who are you?!"

- whumper shows them a mirror or maybe they see a reflection of themselves in whumper's lab goggles (safety first).

- "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!? WHAT AM I!?"

- whumper smiles, "Sweetheart, you didn't survive the ---." Then they reach down, and they press something under whumpee's jaw.

- Whumpee opens their mouth to start yelling again, to start swearing, anything! Because it's all the control they have left. Their only outlet in this moment of brain shattering terror. But nothing happens. Not a sound come out of their trembling lips.

- whumper just laughs. "I do so love the mute feature."

Obviously there's more:

- whumpee being under some form of control depending on how much of them is mechanical

- now they are more machine than person, they aren't a person. The laws regarding the rights of sentient beings don't protect them anymore. No one is going to help them.

- whumper pulling back one of their panels and invading with cold fingers and carelessness into whumpees innards. Wires occasionally spark sending jabs of pain through whumpee that they cannot stop.

- being partially shutdown and completely immobilized.

- say whumpee does escape or maybe has a second to themself to finally process this. They cannot cry. Their eyes are photo sensors and lenses there are no tear ducts. Everything is just compressing in their chest as they try to survive this overwhelming heart crushing wave of fear and helplessness. (Factor in perhaps they still can't talk).

[rosy-crow]

Yeah, after watching the teaser, I’m really starting to think Square is doing the Arcane thing.

I’ve been talking about it with @altocat for a while now, and I feel like it’s starting to get real. So, this is just gonna be my final theory for the story until proven otherwise.

Spoilers for Arcane: League of Legends, but for anyone that doesn’t know, basically Arcane adapted LOL and developed one of their most iconic villains, Jinx, into a very well-written character with a story that showed you exactly who she was and why she eventually lost her mind. Before this show, she was probably about as developed as Seph was in the OG.

Even though Jinx is more flamboyant and emotionally chaotic, she and Seph are weirdly similar villains from what I’ve seen. Seph reminds me a LOT of Jinx and vice-versa. I’ve even drawn them together and compared their designs—it’s funny how mad villains in video games tend to have key similar design points, even down to hair-styles and clothing, but I’ll save that for another post lol.

Anyway, from the FS teaser it looks like we have a big climax in that ultimately leads to this scene with Seph and Rosen, who have been set up to be mirrors of each other.

All I know is that the trailer showed Rosen telling Seph to make a choice about which life he wanted to save (Japanese version made this a bit clearer), and the other lives in danger are Team Glenn. Seph is gonna have to choose between them, and….well, since we know Team Glenn lives….uhh…and also….

Rosen’s dog is trying to alert the others of something. Seph made a choice or did SOMETHING, and I thiiiink it’s gonna result in Rosen’s death. Whether it was intentional or an accident, we don’t know, but it’s clear this is when sane Seph when was still good and caring, even if a little psychologically stunted and conditioned because of Shinra. He’s been consistently this way throughout the First Soldier and doesn’t change until Nibelheim.

But I get the feeling everything went wrong with Rosen. That’s why Glenn is at odds with Seph years later.

This is also why we’re getting Arcane vibes. If it’s a misunderstanding or rift caused by Seph’s intentions to save his friends…well, that’s very familiar to this notorious Arcane scene:

Basically, Jinx…or Powder, as she’s known here, makes a drastic decision to save her friends and sister from genuine danger. However, her own talents are her worst enemy, and she causes twice as much destruction as the enemies her friends were struggling with. Almost everyone ends up dead, except for Powder’s sister. It was a horrific mistake and creates a massive rift between Powder and Vi (that’s the sister).

Vi also cements the idea in Powder’s mind that she’s a “jinx” or a curse of sorts. A complex that Powder had already been struggling with, and one she later embraces as her persona.

Glenn and young Sephiroth have been established to have a bit of a brotherly relationship so far, with Glenn being the down-to-earth and honest older source of influence. There was also the whole arc between these two revolving around Glenn initially calling Sephiroth a “cyborg” as an insult to say the kid was modified and different, not a “normal human.” This lowkey came off like a deliberate reference to Sephiroth’s later meltdown over not being human, yeah?

So you guys see what I mean, the themes here are similar to Arcane and Jinx’s psychology. If Seph makes some fatal mistake or a bad choice to save his team, and they walk in on this? Or get the wrong idea? Yeah, it’s gonna turn what was supposed to be an act of heroism into something much worse. It’s also gonna be the perfect reference to Seph’s later big moment in canon…errr, Nibelheim itself, where he just embraces inhumanity and finally goes berserk against everyone’s expectations, traumatizing the main protagonist and his eventual rival in the process.

Again, the theme of “tragic mistake paralleling or foreshadowing a villain’s first deliberate act of cruelty and evil” would be VERY similar to what happens with Jinx in Arcane.

I’m not saying SE is doing this on purpose, really, but the shared themes of identity collapse and “monsters you created” between Arcane and FF7’s main “mad villains” are interesting. Their stories obviously will play out differently, but it wouldn’t surprise me if The First Soldier ultimately culminates in a life-altering decision that Sephiroth makes, one that does NOT end well and births that conflict between him and Glenn.

That’s my theory for now. These teasers are convincing me more and more. We’ll see.

[nightmareworks]

hi i've been making lancer microfic

its about Allison Wax, a girl who got herself installed in a secondhand cyborg body.

Its about Loverboy, a mech who loves his pilot in the way only a machine built to kill can.

Its about Her, the mysterious someone Allison sees in the mirror, for whom the body was originally built.

I hope you enjoy them.

Allison Wax woke up as she always did. Bits at a time. (Her brain always woke up first.) This seems like a perfectly reasonable place to start, in her mind (ignoring its obvious biases) [Her fingers always came too just next-], and she figured most people started the day this way. First you are aware you are awake, and bracing against the wave of conciousness (The alarm is going off) [-then her hearing, immediately amped down-], and then you're moving a little bit, stirring is probably the word to use, right? (Yeah, she figures stirring sounds right?) [Then her arms and her chest, and then she's all the way on]. She sat up and turned off her alarm with a lazy slap. (It wasn't really hard or anything, she wasn't angry at the alarm, it was just the best she could manage while she was waking up.) She tossed her covers up and off, steadying to her feet and up properly (As her mother would always say.) [You aren't up til you're standing, Alli.] It was a day off, the medical officers had told her she needed it, she'd been banged around on the runs and Trunk could cover her patrols now that they were within light of the gate. (She was fine. The armor hadn't been breached.) [Her Loverboy was fine too. He'd been through worse.] She didn't feel like arguing with them. They were giving her a job, after all. And they were better bosses than she'd ever had, so she wanted to listen. (Even a pity-job is a job, her mother would say.) [Man can't live without work, Alli.] She went to brush her teeth, running fingers through her hair and shaking out sleep. Brush, paste, a little water from the tap, and go to work. Routine, simple, just Allison and the mirror. (This was always the hard part of the day.) [But it was part of the day she had to get through.]

She had to look at herself in the mirror, and like always, make peace with it before she went on with the rest of her day. She had to take care of the person on the other side of the mirror, she reminded herself. So she looked in the mirror, and looked at the person whose body she was in. It wasn't hers, of course. Her original body had been recycled. (Protien by protien, unwoven and reworked.) That was how she covered the surgery to put her brain in a... what did the med officers call it? A full-body prothesis. It sounded way too polite to Allison's ears. Back in the Range, she'd just be a 'borg. (Lots of people were.) [Apparently it was harder to do in the rest of Union.]

Allison looked back at the mirror, and wondered again why Her bangs fell like that, naturally into place with the rest of the hair to make a perfect little style- one that hid the upper part of Her face, and played up the beauty of Her nose and Her lips. Allison did this every day (She tried to puzzle things out about herself.) [About the person this body used to belong to.] It was just something to do. The therapists on the ship had said it was a good idea, to look in the mirror every day and try to practice self love. Allison figured that was as good an excuse as any to try it, but got too caught up in the questions. (Who was She?) [And why'd She dump this body in the trash for Allison's back-alley surgeon to find?] Allison held up the brush and the the hand to the mirror, then spit. Like always, her sleep-shirt came off and Allison looked at her back in the mirror. Right there, in the middle of her back, was Loverboy's crude addition to the Belladona-Lux body She'd left behind for Allison. The ugly little nodes of his Chronos upfeed into Allison's spinal cord and kidneys.

Allison rolled her back, and the nodes twitched along with every other muscle. That was good. She was always still there, and her Loverboy would always have her back. She figured she oughta see him today, he'd done such a good job and everything with the pirate skirmish. She kept moving around her little conapt (She appreciated having space to herself.) [It was a premium on Ketherese.] {You got out, Alli.} and got ready. Her teeth were brushed, she had an outfit clean and ready in the closet, her boots were in the same place she left them yesterday. Allison stopped, and wondered for a minute, and flexed her back muscles in that way she'd learned to. (Squeeze, gently, lower torso, flex some internal muscle.) [Work the dregs of Chronos out of the little nodes.] She felt time drag out, and the world stop spinning. She cut herself free from gravity, and watched Her stand there, with the look Allison had put on Her face. Without gravity holding her down, Allison could think. Could examine. Could dwell on a question she thought was important enough to give a real moment.

Did She ever think about dressing the way Allison did? About walking with that swagger that fit better inside Loverboy than it did in any flesh Allison had ever worn? What had She worn? How had She walked?

The Chronos ebbs, and Allison slinks back into the skin that holds her brain. She holds up her hand, and examines the back of it, curling and flexing her fingers. She gently kissed the back of her hand and went out the door. Down the hallways. Towards the mechbay. She was gonna see her Loverboy, and let him know she thought of him.

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He sat waiting for her. He didn't sit, really. It was just the word to describe the mood. He hung from the standby bay's armatures, held up against the ship's gravity. He waited. For her. She was the light of his life, his girl, who brought light to his heart. He could only wait. He couldn't move without her. Within the frame, the C/Cs stir, the mute-drives sing to themselves. Ammo bins are counted and recounted, heat-vents stirred and hissed. He waited for her, running through everything. Had to be perfect when she arrived.

There'd been battle, and he'd been hit, but she was fine, and that was what he was for. He'd watched her pull his hands into place and put a bullet in the reactor. He lost some armor. The other mech lost everything. And she'd done it for him. She'd moved with him, as one, like electricity. They were bound together. He flushed the nanite tanks, and began producing more. They would need the chronos when it came time to ride again. He had to make sure he was perfect for her.

The mechtechs would watch him, in the standby bay. You could tell him apart from the crowd in a heartbeat. Everyone could. The long limbs of a spacer's frame, the delicate blade-legs of something not designed for in-atmo fighting, the ship armor hammered to his shoulders, the graffiti of butterflies across the matte-black of steel. He was a Lancer's frame. And he was proud of that. The mech techs whisper to themselves when they see his hands moving, twitching, flexing. Holding a rifle that isn't. Pulling a trigger that wouldn't. Killing tools are a long way off. But he has to be ready, in case she needs him.

There she was, she was coming to him now. He could feel her in the halls, his eye creaking and whirring into position to eye the door. The mechtechs don't like it when he moves. Why does he care? They aren't her. She loves him. He knows she does. The way she moves isn't right for the body she's in. She moves like she's in him, big, powerful, with strange swagger to account for the blades of his limbs. She's small though, small and built with proper calves and feet. She doesn't have to walk that way, but she walks like him. And that's how he knows his girl.

Her smile is like the sun for him. "There's my Loverboy." His signals flare. Numbers, data, readouts, everything she could ever want to know about him, he lays bare. The chitter-click-screech of him omnicaster leads into the booming scream of his warhorns. She looks at him with such affection.

He knows he's perfect for his girl.

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Loverboy moved like a frame possessed. She's with him, in him, her spine all bound up with his, and her breath is Chronos and his is death. The rifle barks, the blades of his legs twist and spark against the hull, and he's rushing under fire. She pulls the trigger for him.

"One." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing action." Comes the CO's reply. She lets him scream, his warhorn booming against the cold of space. There's no Gravity. It doesn't ring like he wants it to. No atmosphere. But he has to scream, she put the horn in for him.

Allison twists her hands, and Loverboy banks (Allison pulls the trigger, and a mech blossoms against the void.) [Her fingers dance to adjust the verniers.], the shots wing past him. Pirate skirmish. Basic job. Security for the ship. (How she made her daily bread.) [Commanders said security patrols were optional.] And even if they were optional, she'd take them. Time dilates. It stretches out, and Allison is watching Her move. And Allison is watching Loverboy move. And Allison settles back into Her body, and into Loverboy's cockpit. She feels her nerves sing, and she picks the right choice. An interdiction shot whirls bye, detonating where Loverboy had been a moment before.

She pulls the trigger for him. "Two." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing action." He wants to scream, but he muzzles. She's focused, and she's guiding him right. The rifle barks again, the rest of the squad is moving in now. His fire algorithms turn suppressive. He despises the other mechs before them. They're threats. They might hurt his girl. He wants to scream. Instead he fires, and the little machine the mechtechs like sprints past and under his barrel.

Allison twists her fire. Support, she has to let them through. The charge doesn't break. She stands in the breach she's made and she breathes. (She feels like nothing else.) [She feels like she's storming the gates of heaven.] Chronos runs along every nerve. She thinks, she moves just an inch, and her Loverboy dances on her hand. Allison knows, (she really knows) that she'll make it through this. "Three." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing Operation." The others begin their own calls and responses along the tacnet.

He loves her so, as he touches down against the ship hull. His blades click against it as he strides. The wrecks drift off into the void. The twinkling targeting feed data highlights capsules of ejected pilots, collected by one of the hunting ships. The pirates pull back. She lets him scream. His body unfurls, every vernier and thruster blaring as the warhorn echoes in his own frame and his reactor spikes.

He adores her.

[aita-blorbos]

am i the....... bad guy?? ( i don't like saying swears.... ) for bringing a bunch of my friends together even though some of them have problems with each other???? >~<

haiiii!!!!! i wish i could be posting here under nicer circumstances but umm.... well i feel kinda bad for doing this, and i don't wanna ask my friends about it cuz they're just gonna go "oh no kir k, it's okay, you didn't know!!! " and i know they don't want me to worry but!!! i can't help it!!!! and uh- also sorry if this gets too long-

um- okay so to start, i'm k!! ( 10, they / star / he / she!! ^v^ ) and i'm a really big hero where i'm from!!!! i've kept my home safe dozens of times from all different kinds of bad guys!!! i've defeated a lot of really mean people who wanted to hurt me and my friends!!! and uh.... sometimes, people who i.... couldn't really help otherwise, even if i wanted to. ,:(

uh- that's not the point though!!! the point is that i've made a lot of friends along the way!!! including some people who USED to be bad guys, but are now good guys!!! ^v^ which is really awesome!!! and i've decided that i'll bring a bunch of my friends together into one group to help protect the entire galaxy!!!

and uh- that's kinda the issue. >~<

see- there are some people in the group that don't like some other people...... one of them is mx ( 20, any pronouns!! ) and my best friend bd ( 18, they / them!! ) because mx betrayed the king of our country, d ( 40's, he / him!! ) and bd is mad at mx over that- and mx is mad that they're mad- and it makes things really awkward!! especially when d is around, because he's still mad about it too i think....

and then there's dm ( 40's, they / he / bat!! ) and mk ( 40's, he / him ) who are still upset at each other over that time dm's old boss tried to take over our home!!!! and mk acts like he isn't but i know he is!!! and they get really mean to each other when we meet!!!!!

and then mk is tense around another one of my friends, su ( 23, she / her ) because she kidnapped and made him into a cyborg one time- and she gets really tense around him too!!!! she apologized but it..... obviously didn't do much.....

and another friend, tz ( 23, she / they / he!! ), she just gets- really awkward around dm because the mirror that dm's from REALLY hurt tz's friend!!! and i think- i think tz KNOWS it wasn't dm's fault but they're still really weird around dm..... and tz gets awkward around kd too!!!! because one time, tz kidnapped and controlled kd like a puppet!!!!

and then kd and mk and bd are all still also really awkward around ANOTHER friend of mine, mg ( 21, he / him!! ) because he ALSO betrayed all of us!!!! and- and-

and i.... i'm really sorry for talking so long, i just..... wanna know if i'm the bad guy for bringing them all together??? i just.... kinda thought it'd be nice to have all my friends together so we could protect our home...... am i a bad hero for that???? ,:(

[polyphonetic]

Where are they now?

Twilight Sparkles is an immortal being of magic, probing into ever deeper layers of reality, searching for a solution to the energy crisis of entropy.

Fluttershy had the healthiest relationship to death, but her domestic life spent with the god of chaos meant that she didn't age in the typical fashion, but instead sort of becomes a dryad god and merges with a forest, and becomes a meditative heaven for creatures. Every couple millennia, Twilight briefly wakes her up to get some deep universal truth to help defeat some evil or problem.

At the end of her life, Rarity threw the most extravagant funeral for herself of all time because "I don't want to become old hat, so I might as well go out with a bang, darling". It was a tremendous affair. Everyone was moved to sobbing tears.

Pinkie Pie, as an immortal mirror clone, is still silly. She's also the pope now.

Rainbowdash absolutely begged Twi to turn her into a cyborg, so that she can reach ever faster speeds. She's constantly begging for upgrades, and says she wants to become "the internet, because that's the fastest thing ever" but Twilight says that's not possible yet (and maybe not the best idea).

Applejack is surprisingly also a robot, solely because "I can't move on to the apples in the sky until I finish this here farmwork project and I know I'm the only one who'll get it right". This just keeps happening perpetually, so Applebot is kind of a rusty "if it ain't broken" bot.

I didn't watch enough to see the other horses but they're all probably dead.

[firstelevens]

Hey Zainab! taking this moment for a second to just say I see you around and I think you're cool. Anyways, for the SamBucky ask - either: 👔 Zipping or Buttoning His Jacket for/Putting a Tie on Him or 💥 A Surprise Encounter please

Hi, Mexi! That's so kind of you to say! I think you're super cool, too! Also both of these were such great options that it took FOREVER for me to choose--thanks for sending them in!

👔 Zipping or Buttoning His Jacket for/Putting a Tie on Him

Sam’s been an Avenger for six months, and he’s still not used to the glamor of it all. Yeah, there are days when an EMP fries his wings and he finds himself parachuting straight into a swamp, but then there are nights like this, where they get put up in an opulent hotel and invited to a gala as thanks for foiling a kidnapping plot against the Governor of Gibraltar.

The wind on the water reminds Sam of home, so he’s got the sliding door to the balcony open, the smell of sunshine blowing into his suite along with the breeze. He takes little peeks at the sunset while he gets ready, crisply ironing his shirt and adjusting his cufflinks—little silver crawdads, a present from Sarah on his birthday a few years ago—before contending with his tie.

Normally it would be a snap; a lifetime of doing his tie for church every Sunday meant that a half-Windsor knot had been muscle memory for years now. At some point during today’s rescue mission, though, Sam had managed to hurt his right hand enough that it’s a lot slower going than it should be, and trying to make his left hand do what his right hand should is just making his brain hurt.

He’s distracted, restarting the knot for the third time when he hears a noise on his balcony and whips around. His gun is on the other side of the bedroom, locked up with the rest of his gear, but Sam’s always got a knife within reach, and he’s throwing it at the figure in the doorway before they’ve even resolved into anything more than shadow.

When the person easily catches it, it’s with the sound of metal clinking against metal, and Sam feels the tension immediately leave his body.

“Turning your back on an unlocked door?” asks Bucky, sounding entirely too smug. “What are they even teaching you up at Stark’s fancy compound?”

“How to draw annoying cyborgs to your hotel suite, apparently,” says Sam, and very deliberately turns his back to Bucky as he starts in on his tie again.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted me in your bedroom, all you had to do was ask,” says Bucky. Sam doesn’t need to look in the mirror to know that he’s smirking.

“Apparently, I didn’t even have to do that,” he shoots back. He’s not sure if he imagines the way that Bucky’s neck flushes behind him. Sam means to say something else teasing, in part because it usually seems like Bucky could use the laugh, but then he realizes he’s looped the tie the wrong way around again and yanks it loose for a fourth time, mumbling an expletive as he does.

“The hell are you even doing, Wilson; how’d you get this far without learning to tie a tie?”

Sam holds up his bandaged right hand in response, and Bucky tuts disapprovingly. He’s by Sam’s side in three paces, huffing as he turns Sam by the shoulder.

“Some team leader Rogers is,” Bucky mutters, grabbing the ends of Sam’s tie and smoothing them out. “Doesn’t he know that—”

Bucky cuts himself off, finally seeming to realize that he’s got his hands on Sam, in closer proximity than the two of them have ever been. Sam watches as Bucky’s eyes come up to meet his, then drop back down to his grip on Sam’s tie.

A grimace flickers across his face, and he starts to pull his hands away, but Sam settles his own hands on top of Bucky’s.

“What?” he asks, with a grin that he hopes is encouraging. “You’re gonna let me go out there looking all scruffy? Leave me hanging so Steve can steal the spotlight?”

The tightness in Bucky’s jaw eases just a bit. He breathes in once, twice, thrice before looking up at Sam again. There’s a question in his eyes that Sam hopes is answered when he nods.

Half a beat later, Bucky is smoothing out the ends of the tie again and working on a knot, focused enough on his task that Sam can take the opportunity to study him: the dark fringe of his eyelashes, the slight curl of his hair in the sea air. There’s an almost-healed cut by his lip that Sam wants to ask about, and dark circles like bruises that he knows not to bring up.

He’s so distracted cataloguing the changes on Bucky’s face that he doesn’t realize that the tie has already been tied, not until Bucky smoothes it out one last time.

“There,” he says, bringing his hands back down and stepping away from Sam. “Now you’re not such a disgrace to whoever taught you to tie one of those.”

Sam snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sure my daddy would be thrilled to know you protected his legacy.”

He gets a small smile for that in return, just the barest lift at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, but much more real than the teasing smirk from before. It makes warmth thrum through Sam’s veins.

“Thanks for the help, Barnes.”

“Anytime,” says Bucky, and makes for the balcony again. 

Sam knows better than to try to keep him where he is, and this is more of a goodbye than he usually gets, so he’s surprised to hear Bucky say his name from the doorway as he turns to put on his dinner jacket.

“Hey, Wilson?”

“Yeah?”

“Tie or no tie, nobody else has got a shot at that spotlight with you around.”

Sam feels his jaw drop, but Bucky’s gone before he can even turn around, the balcony door clicking shut behind him.

[kybercrystals94]

To Fight Another Day

By KyberCrystals94

Read on Ao3 here!

Whumptober 2023|Day 6|Prompt 6: Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Grief / Mourning

Rating: T

Words: 592

Summary: “Surviving can hurt like hell, but it is a privilege to have fought alongside the heroes that have marched on ahead of us.”

When they lost Crosshair, it was different. Hard. Impossible. Heartbreaking.

But different.

In the beginning, they thought he had made a choice. Turned against them. Betrayed them. Then they found out about the inhibitor chips, and Crosshair went from traitor to victim, a prisoner to a power outside his control. They would get him back. Someday. Somehow.

And even if they didn’t, at least he was alive. Breathing. Living.

Then they lost Tech, and it was different. Because he was lost with no hope of being found. And they watched him fall, watched him die.

All through the war, clones either cheated Death or died. The Bad Batch made a habit of not only cheating Death, but flirting with it, taunting it, inviting it to get just close enough to feel the icy coolness of its breath down their necks...and then they’d laugh in its dark, formless face and walk away. Perhaps scathed, but alive.

This time, Tech didn’t walk away. He grabbed Death’s hand, held it back, pleaded with it to leave his brothers and sister be, to take him instead.

Death accepted the offer.

Hunter sits at the nav computer, eyes drifting over information without absorption. He doesn’t notice Wrecker at his shoulder, hesitating to interrupt him from whatever spiral of thoughts he’s allowed himself to fall into.

“It should have been me that fell, not Tech,” Wrecker says. His voice is so quiet, he doesn’t even sound like himself.

Hunter’s eyes snap up to meet his brother’s, horrified. “Don’t say that,” Hunter growls, voice hoarse with checked emotions. “Don’t ever say that again. Don’t even think like that.”

“Why not?” Wrecker asks, unaffected by Hunter's reaction, “If it had been me, I might have survived, right? If anyone could have survived that fall...that’s what I was made for. To take the hits no one else can.” Wrecker sniffs and looks away, but not before Hunter sees the tears forming.

“Maybe,” Hunter says, “Maybe you would have survived that fall, but that doesn’t change that Tech sacrificed himself to save you. To save all of us. He made a choice.”

“And we have to live with it.” Echo’s voice is gentle but firm.

Hunter and Wrecker turn to where Echo has suddenly materialized. The cyborg looks worn, expression haggard, probably mirroring that of his younger brothers.

“How?” Wrecker asks.

Echo sighs. “You live to fight another day. To honor them. To honor their sacrifices.”

Hunter swallows, and he can hear Wrecker’s breath shuddering.

“Domino Squad,” Echo continues, “Our first assignment was an outpost on Rishi Moon. Of the five, only two of us made it off that moon alive. Fives and I.” Echo smiles ruefully. “We honored the sacrifices of our brothers in our own ways, but we both lived to fight another day because of them. And when he thought I had sacrificed my life to save the team at the Citadel, Fives continued to fight in my honor too. And now I fight in his, and Tech’s, and all the brothers I’ve lost before. Surviving can hurt like hell, but it is a privilege to have fought alongside the heroes that have marched on ahead of us.”

Hunter nods, but he doesn’t try to speak, and words strangled in his constricting throat.

Death might have claimed one of his brothers, but Death will have to go through him to get to anyone else in his family. And Hunter is ready to face it, to stand his ground. To follow Tech's example.

If that’s what it takes.

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[anxiouspineapple99]

NSFW Fic: Mirror, Mirror

Very NSFW!

Pairing: Hunter x F!Shapeshifter OC (named You) x Echo MxFxM (no clonecest) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unprotected s3x, p in v, p in a, gender neutral OC, gratuitous smut, tentacles, oral (sort of), multiple genitalia, first time (p in a)

Prompt: I got the mirror so you can see yourself when I fuck you.

  The moment he set foot on the Marauder, Hunter’s senses went into overdrive, a scent in the air that sent bolts of arousal straight to his groin. 

Biting back a moan, his flesh twitching and hardening behind his codpiece, he forced himself through the doorway, all too aware of Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair filing in behind him.

  They seemed utterly oblivious to, not only the scent of sex lingering in the air, but the soft grunts, whimpers and moans emanating from the cargo bay.

  They were doing it on purpose, of course. He knew they were.

  Their little shapeshifter friend, a stowaway at first, now one of their most trusted allies, a boon in every way on missions. They’d settled in all too well, the team adjusting to their presence easily, and not just because of their technical and espionage expertise. 

  After all, their skills with their mouth didn’t end at linguistics.

  “Tech, Cross, Wreck, hit the bunks,” he ordered sharply, gritting his teeth as he heard a distinctive, deep moan from the other side of the door, the obvious sounds of Echo having his fill. “We’ll hunker down tonight and head back to Kamino tomorrow.”

  Without waiting for an answer, he turned heel and headed straight for the cargo bay, heart pounding in his chest. His blood was rushing around every inch of his body, limbs tingling with anticipation.

  Sliding the door open, he was greeted with quite a sight; their friend was currently in a female presenting form, voluptuous tits bouncing with every thrust of their thick, strong, muscular body. In front of them, Echo was on all fours, naked and trembling, his flesh hand balled up into a fist and pressed against his mouth as a girthy, slicked cock rocked in and out of his body.

  “Ah, Hunter, nice of you to finally join us,” the beautiful creature called, voice fluctuating and tone and pitch. It had taken some adjusting to, at first, the attractive yet odd combination of all and none at once poured into this one form.

  At the moment, they were human skinned, long brown hair falling just below their shoulders. The wild, red eyes Hunter had come to adore were still there, but everything else seemed like a perfect human woman, made specifically for Echo’s taste, until his gaze fell onto the thick cock fucking into his brother.

  “You,” Hunter nodded with a devious smirk, already shedding his armour. “I see Echo was ready to take it further today.”

  Echo groaned against his fist, nodding desperately, eyes still screwed shut in pleasure.

“He was,” You replied, running a tender hand down Echo’s spine, fingertips dancing around the implants that littered his skin. The cyborg keened at the action, arching his back and changing the angle of You’s thrusts just enough to hit his prostate dead on.

  “P-Please!” Echo cried helplessly, his fist falling from his mouth to hit against the thin mattress they were resting on, “Let, let me cum, please!”

  You sent a knowing smirk to Hunter, one he returned, his own eyes now blown with lust as he watched them fuck his brother, holding back a groan at the way their body looked.

  He’d been with You in many forms, male, female, togruta, twi’lek, zabrak and even a mix of species, fucked their cunt, their tits, their ass, their mouth and been fucked by dextrous fingers and tongues, but never in the way Echo was being serviced at present.

  A pang of jealousy ran through him, a growl creeping up his throat as Echo let out a yelp of pleasure, his cock visibly twitching.

  His cybernetic legs were shaking, scomp barely supporting his weight as he pushed back, desperate for more.

  “Patience, Hunter,” You called over their shoulder as they grabbed Echo’s shoulders, impaling him again on their cock, relishing the way he clenched around them as he finally fell over the edge, cumming hard onto the sheets below, “you’ll get your turn.”

  “M-Maker, You, I… I…”

Echo could barely breathe, chest heaving as he collapsed forward, You’s cock still inside him. THey moved with him, leaning over his back and littering the scarred skin with kisses and kitten licks, keeping him grounded while his high faded away.

  They shushed him gently, soothing his heated skin with tender touches until he was whimpering for more, whispered pleas to be fucked once again escaping him.

  “Easy, love,” You murmured, hands moving to Echo’s hips, gently rocking their hips against his once more, “don’t push too far. We have time.”

  Again, Hunter let out a frustrated growl, earning him a sharp look from You, their eyes rolling.

  “If you must be involved,” they teased, voice floating around Hunter’s very soul, “you may take me. But do not push too hard, or I will end it.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Hunter purred, fully naked now, armour and blacks piled neatly in a corner.

His cock was erect and straining, desperate to be touched as he fell to his knees and crawled toward You’s body, his hands running over the smooth skin of their backside.

  Their body shuddered at the touch, waiting patiently, looking back at Hunter as he pressed himself as close as possible, fingers probing at the wet slit of You’s pussy, the tip of one brushing over their clit.

  You bucked with a soft whine, the head of their cock pressing against Echo’s prostate once again, the smaller man letting out a whimpering cry of pleasure, face all but pressed into the mattress.

  “Hunter,” they warned lowly, pressing down onto his finger, a sign for him not to tease. The sergeant simply smirked against You’s neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin there.

  His fingers moved lower, two slipping inside their body easily, curling to hook against the spongy bundle of nerves just inside.

Again, You bucked and moaned, the sensation perfect. They’d spent enough time with Hutner now, there were no mysteries left around their bodies. They knew each other, inside and out, how to make each other whimper and keen, arch and buck.

  “Just fuck me already, Hunter,” You growled, gasping as Hunter’s teeth grazed their neck, marking them as he pulled his fingers from their body and slipped his cock inside, the flesh sinking in without issue.

  You arched their back as pleasure coursed through them, the sensation of Echo’s body swallowing their cock so beautifully and Hunter filling them up completely pushing them to the brink of their own pleasure.

  “B-Boys,” they gasped, one hand moving behind them to clutch at Hunter’s hip, almost holding him in place while they grabbed at Echo’s ass, nails digging into where the supple flesh met metal, “so beautiful, so good for me…”

  Moans spilled from their lips as Hunter began to move, one hand lacing together with You’s, the other cupping one breast, thumbing the nipple.

  “Always fuck me so good,” they praised Hunter, squeezing his fingers with theirs, “so full of you.”

“Always, sweetheart,” Hunter growled, licking a stripe up their neck, “fuck you so deep you’ll taste me for days.”

  Beneath them, Echo continued to gasp and moan as he was fucked even deeper, every movement of You’s cock pressing into his prostate. Overstimulated already, he was teetering on the edge again, holding on for dear life.

  “Y-You, gonna, gonna cum,” he warned, his voice barely a gasp, flesh hand clutching at the mattress as pleasure made his mind hazy.

  “Cum for me, sweet one,” they encouraged, Hunter grinning behind them as he thrust even harder, forcing You into Echo’s body.

  It was enough to send Echo hurtling into the abyss, a strangled scream escaping into the heated air of the cargo hold. Tears rolled down his cheeks with the intensity of it all, whimpers escaping him as Hunter pulled You back, away from him, their leaking cock slipping from Echo’s spent body.

  The smaller man rolled over, gasping for breath as Hunter pulled You back against his chest, one hand moving to wrap around their cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts into their hot centre.

  “You promised me my turn, love,” he purred as You released a long whine of pleasure, utterly lost to the feeling of being completely taken by him.

  “S-So I did,” they managed, clenching around Hunter as his thrusts grew in strength, their body reeling with each one, “but I w-wanted your ass, beautiful.”

  Hunter’s thrusts stuttered at the admission, a feral growl leaving his lips.

“Dreamed of that, you know,” he breathed into their ear, squeezing his hand around the base of their cock, “of you fucking me.”

  “I know,” You admitted with a breathless smile, eyes closing when Hunter hit a perfect spot inside of them, body trembling under his touch, “I saw it in y-your eyes, when I was fingering you. You n-need more.”

  Beside them, Echo was still trembling, his cock already half hard again as he watched Hunter fucking You so thoroughly, the pleasure written on their face causing his stomach to clench.

  “Let them fuck you, Hunter,” he urged, desperation in his tone, “it’s amazing. Never thought I’d feel like that again. So fucking good.”

  Hunter shuddered at the thought, his ass clenching at the mere thought of You’s thick cock sliding inside him, stretching him out.

  “Let me fuck you, sweetheart,” You cooed from in front of him, Hunter groaning as the pussy around his cock morphed and flexed, tightening, teasing him, “let me be the first to feel that beautiful ass around my cock.”

  Hunter didn’t need any more encouragement, pulling out of You’s body swiftly and crawling in front of them, looking up in surprise when he saw something he’d missed previously, too distracted to notice.

  “That’s right, baby,” You cooed gently, shuffling to press their hips against Hunter’s ass, rolling their thick cock against his backside, drawing needy whimpers from the sergeant, “I got the mirror so you can see yourself when I fuck you, just like we talked about.”

  Hunter almost came on the spot, groaning and fighting against the riding tide of utter pleasure racing through him.

  Looking up, he saw his own, dishevelled face, You gazing back at him with a wicked smirk, their fork tongue coming out to lick at their lips.

  “What form do you want?” they asked gently, Hunter replying without hesitation.

“You. The real you.”

  Not for the first time in their relationship, You’s heart stuttered for a moment, warmth blooming all over as they shifted back to their natural form, skin turning to a mottled blue grey, tits shrinking into their chest, their chin sharpening, horns peeking through their wispy hair. Still, their eyes remained blazing red, the sight of sharp, serrated teeth bared making Hunter’s stomach flip in anticipation.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, Echo groaning off to the side, fisting his cock while he watched the scene.

  “Fuck him, You, show him how good it can be.”

  You nodded to Echo, biting their bottom lip at the sight of him, seeking yet more pleasure from their form.

  “You ready for this, sweetheart?” they cooed to Hunter, dipping their elongated, spiderlike fingers into the jar of slick that rested just off of the mattress, coating them liberally.

  “Kriff, yes,” Hunter gasped, groaning as the tip of one finger teased at his entrance, circling around the tight hole.

  “Watch yourself, baby,” You called from behind, smiling fondly at him, “watch your face as I take you.”

  Hunter obeyed dutifully, the feeling of having control taken from him making his head spin.

He loved these sessions, the ones where he could give up control, not make decisions. The everyday choices he made wore on him, like ocean waves against a rockface. Being held, being taken care of, it fed into his fantasies in the most blissful way.

  He watched with hooded eyes, mouth slightly agape as the thin appendage penetrated him, the fullness and pressure familiar now. 

  “M-More, please,” he begged, You’s face turning into a salacious, delighted grin.

“Patience, Hunter. I will not hurt you.”

  But patience was not Hunter’s strong point, his hips rocking back onto the digit, desperate for it to go deeper, to thrust harder.

  You let out a growl of disapproval, removing the finger entirely in one swift motion, Hunter crying out at the loss.

  “You listen to me, or this stops, right now,” they warned lowly, Hunter dropping his head to nod desperately, wanting to please.

  “S-Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” he begged, wiggling his hips a little, enticing You.

  “Let’s try something different,” the shapeshifter hummed thoughtfully, their cock thinning to the width of Hunter’s own fingers, slicked up with care and pressed against the sergeant’s tight entrance.

  Again, he let out a whimpering moan as he was breached without resistance, his body fluttering around You’s cock.

  “See, baby, it’s so much better if we take it slow,” they whispered, focusing intently, growing the width of their cock ever so slightly, Hunter moaning at the sensation.

  “H-Holy kriff,” he gasped, mouth falling wide open as he looked up, back at the mirror, his face twisted with utter pleasure as You rocked back and forth, taking their time stretching him out with their cock.

  “H-Harder,” Hunter pleaded, pure desire dripping from his tongue, “need you deep.”

  You let out a needy moan of their own, fingertips digging into Hunter’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him back harshly, impaling him on their cock.

  “Is this what my little whore wants?” they asked, a dark, teasing edge to their voice, “To be fucked hard and fast? To cum, over and over again on my cock until you can’t stand up?”

  Hunter simply nodded helplessly, feeling boneless. Thick arms were shaking now, sweat beading across tattooed and unmarred flesh alive.

  To the side, Echo moaned loudly at the words that fell from You, tugging desperately on his cock, leaning back on his scomp.

  “You need to use your words, darling,” You cooed to Hunter, rolling their hips against his, pushing against his prostate for a perfect instant before pulling away.

  Hunter let out a desperate cry, pushing back, chasing the feeling. He only stopped when You thrust again, hard, hitting his sweet spot head on again.

  “Yes!” the sergeant managed, his voice akin to a man being strangled, throaty and desperate, “Yes, please, please, fuck me, please!”

  All essence of control was lost as You set a punishing pace, focusing on growing their cock slightly with every few thrusts until it was a little larger than they began with, Hunter whining and moaning, whimpering and yelping with every brush of his prostate, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, red, swollen and leaking, desperate for any kind of friction.

  “Watch me fuck you in the mirror, darling,” You reminded him softly, leaning forward to lick at the sweat gathering on his back, “and watch as you come apart.”

  He was about to ask what You meant, confused for a moment until one of their hands, morphing and stretching, appeared at his side, the fingers elongating into thick, smooth tentacles, the same tone as their skin.

  Barely a moan escaped him before one was wrapping around his neck, choking him lightly, another moving to his mouth, shoving itself inside, forcing him to suck. A third held his forehead up, forcing him to look into the mirror while the other two moved lower, one wrapping around his cock, pumping up and down with a silky smooth glide, the other playing with his balls, wrapping around the sack and squeezing gently.

  The feeling of being so utterly filled like this, the way You’s tentacles held him to tenderly, the one in his mouth pulsing as he sucked on it, egged on by the moans and gasps of pleasure let out by his lover, had him teetering on the edge before the cock inside him pressed against his prostate one more time and held it there, the scream he let out muffled by the tentacle.

  You let out a cry of their own, arching as they released inside Hunter, coating his insides with their hot essence, their tentacles pulsing and throbbing along with the ripples of pleasure.

  Moments later, Hunter’s cock twitched and erupted, cum flowing over the tentacle pumping it, the one around his balls releasing as the others released his head and neck, the last finally withdrawing from his mouth, a long line of saliva connecting them as it slithered back towards You.

  Almost forgotten to the side, Echo let out another shriek, cum painting his stomach as he released, gasping for air.

  “S-So fucking hot,” he moaned, looked You over, “n-need that, need you to fuck me like that.”

  “Hate to say it boys,” You laughed softly, eyes beginning to droop as the tentacles retreated back into their hands, becoming fingers once more and their cock left Hunter’s body, flattening back into their stomach, body returning to its natural, neutral form, “but I think you’ve worn me out.”

  Hunter didn’t reply, only collapsed forwards, every muscle burning, ass throbbing in the most delicious way.

  Using every ounce of this strength that was left, he rolled himself over, opening his arms to You, beckoning them closer, his head resting on one arm as he relaxed back into the mattress, body aching.

  You crawled towards him without hesitation, crawling onto his chest and settling down, snuggling against him, a sigh of contentment escaping their lips.

  “Thank you, for trusting me with that,” they murmured against the sweat painted skin, pressing soft kisses as another form came and pressed against their back, Echo seeking comfort as well.

  “We trust you with everything,” Echo murmured into their shoulder, Hunter nodding in agreement.

“Mmmhmm, he’s right.”

  There were not words to express the warmth spreading through You’s body as they settled between their lovers, pressing soft kisses to both of their hair.

  “Perfect,” they murmured, the vibration of their voice rumbling through their chests as sleep lapped at them all, “you’re all perfect.”

[thedaycareverse]

Made in Abyss x DCA AU

So, recently got very obsessed with Made in Abyss (for those of you who don't know, it's an anime). I've been going absolutely feral over it but I technically haven't finished the second season so I'm going off of first season and the movie knowledge. My bad if anything is incorrect when I mention the show.

And of course, I'm also obsessed with the daycare attendants. Of course I would combine the two and make an AU; what else would I do? :giggle:

So, Made in Abyss (just gonna abbreviate it to MiB from now on in this post) has artifacts/relics in it. One of the main characters in MiB, Reg, is an artifact, technically? So, basically he's a cyborg guy.

So... what if Sun and Moon are just silly little artifact guys? Well, not little, they'd probably be fairly tall. They would either count as first, special, or unknown grade relics... I'm not sure which one yet.

Sun and Moon are around seven feet tall fully robotic humanoids that seemed to have originated from within the Abyss. Their original creators are unknown, and it's also unknown how long they've been in commission. Their appearances are comprised of unknown metals making up their bodies that seem to mirror each other except for their color scheme and faces/heads. They are thin in stature and have extendable limbs, similar to that of Reg's except for where Reg's arms are somewhat rope-like when they extend, Sun and Moon's arms only extend outward and are not rope-like. Their arms extend up to 15 feet (4.57 meters). Sun and Moon have somewhat digi-grade legs similar to that of an animal. Their arms are longer than their legs, allowing them to be able to run on four legs if a quick escape is needed, but they prefer standing on two legs. They are fully capable of speech, but their voices have a sort of mechanical reverb to them. Their voices are not completely monotone and robotic and are deep and warm. They are capable f free will and are not completely mindless robots. They have some form of consciousness, despite being inhuman machines. They also have PAW BEANS despite their hands are very humanoid. They are extremely durable and completely immune to the Curse of the Abyss due to not being human. It is thought that the only material that can break through their metal is the spines of an Orb Piercer, but there isn't really any proof, especially when they reside layers above. Sun and Moon are unnaturally fast and seem extremely coordinated, connected to each other despite how far apart they are.

Despite their origins in the Abyss, they reside near the bottom of the first layer, where they have a makeshift hut. There are rumors in Orth of the mechanical humanoids coming to the aid of younger delvers who get lost among the first and second layers of the Abyss, but few actually see them. A couple of delvers have attempted to go after Sun and Moon, but only a couple have actually made it back. Sun and Moon are extremely defensive in a threatening scenario and are ruthless fighters when threatened. Sun and Moon refuse to harm any children, young teen, or teenager. They won't hesitate if it's an adult, though. Strange.

I'm gonna draw 'em eventually. Might make a delver Y/N.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Erotic Pilgrimage

Somedays a person couldn’t help but feel a bit self centred when something went wrong. A car crash happens,causing a traffic jam to which you can’t help but think “why does this always happen to me?” A sudden bad shift in the weather? Second verse same as the first but for Krillin this was often the reality of his life and the situations he somehow always found himself in. Such as currrently as he found himself in Briefs laboratory’s quarantine room. It was cozy modest little sterile wing of the complex, sealed in such a way that nothing could get in or out, especially a microbe. The former monk and current police officer of course wasn’t alone inside this bedroom as he was in the company of a rather sensual alluring female figure by the name of Tali. You’d be forgiven for thinking she was a human woman due to the shape of her body, very sensual with its curves and tones all tucked away in a very skin tight bodysuit. Which came with a rather fashionable hooded orb helmet of course, her most alien trait at the moment being her hands and feet each having 3 fingers and toes respectively. Standing over him at only 8 inches of height. With him being five foot even, the compact fighter sat on the edge of the bed,clad in just his boxers as he looked away from the bdsm looking beauty to the mirror in the far side wall of the quarantine wing.

Krillin:*the most deadpan expression imaginable*”Alright Bulma, I know I say this a lot but as far as it goes when it comes to you and 18 setting me up like this. But this is a stretch for sure…..”

Bulma:*sitting beside the aforementioned blonde cyborg behind the now revealed two way mirror,her tone innocent or so it seemed as she and 18 each had a cup of coffee in hand.*”Oh don’t be so melodramatic Krillin,it’s not all as bad as Yiu make it sound. Really you’re doing a very good thing here. Tail’s species have had an issue for years with their immune systems and if my vaccine treatment is to be considered succuessful? Well we just have to be sure….”

Krillin:*still deadpan glancing at her and his wife*”by having sex?” 18:*sips her Java,no shame in her tone*”well it’s the most direct way of exposure to another living being. Besides babe I asked and Yiu said yes,anything for science,right?”

Tali:*watching Krillin sigh as he looked back at her,she waved her hand good natured ot as she reassured him.*”it’s no issue or concern for me, Mr.Krillin. I fully gave permission and consent for this test much like how I volunteered on behalf of my people to be the subject of the treatments. And well,I’ve seen some….examples of your way with women,in a manner of speaking…”*the exotic alien babe giggled playfully at seeing Krillin plus. There was no doubt he knew what she was implying. 18 and Bulma had shown her some videos of her current roommate’s past sexual exploits and encounters and to say she was feeling erotically excited was an understatement.* “So please,relax while I,to coin a phrase…set the mood…”

Soon as she said thst,Bulma played with a few stitches,adjusting the lighting in the quarantine bay to have a more sensual feel to it. The short king unable to look away as Tali grabbed the clasp at the collar of her suit and slowly,sensually unzipped it. The front sliding open to expose the valley and cleavage of her bodacious breasts, the smooth toned abdominal belly and the rich Souter of her violet shaded skin. Feeling her gaze on him from behind the visor of her helm dome as she purred and began to sway erotically. Undoing the clasps and buckles of her outfit as she began to slowly unpeeled it from herself. Soon standing naked before him, posing seductively as her mauve body glistening with a lustrous sheen in the lighting. Giggling as she could see the rising tent being pitched in his boxers as she stood before him with only her hood and helmet remaining on her being. Sensually strutting to him as she reached out to caress his face, catching his attention as he looked at her with dumbfounded blushing awe. Before gasping as with her free hand she grasped and caressed his clothed erection, sensually panting as she felt a sense of his length and girth.

Tali:”It pleases me to know thst in your eyes I can get such a reaction from you. But please mr.Krillin,do more than just look…embrace me…touch me….for this session,do with me as You would your wife…make me feel like your woman…let me experience the skill of a real man…”*the Aquarian spoke,no hesitation or doubt in her voice. But rather lust and awe,as she grabbed the waistband of his boxers,pulling them down to gasp with awe at the sight of his raging stiff hard-on. To see his cock in the fully exposed flesh lik pe this made her arousal skyrocket, before Krillin recaptured her attention by gently grasping and unlocking her hooded helm. Removing it as steam hissed forth, the Aquarian moaned softly as she felt the air on her face and saw her partner with her vision unhindered by the violet tint of the visor. The pair’s eyes locked on one another before they closed in and locked lips. Softly at first but soon deepening the kiss,going from chaste to growing sloppy with passion and sexual thirst. Tongues dancing as they explored and tasted on another.*

18:*grinning like a cat who caught a canary*”Mmm knew having her watch this videos would do the trick. It’s a fact,if seeing my man in action doesn’t wet your appetite,thst prize dick of his alone is a good bribe…l*the cyborg stunner quipped,licking her lips at eyeing her husband and the quarian make out like horny teens. Unbuckling nd undoing the fly of her jeans as as she ski her hand down the front of her thong,a deep moan escaping her lips as she stroked her own clit to the sight if Tali stroking Krillin’s cock while he in turn groped her and probed the quarian pilgrim’s violet mound. Seeing them roll around on the bed as their heavy petting got more erotic, it just really got her going.*

Bulma:*grins her own Minxy grin,nonchalant to the outright voyeurism she and 18 were indulging in or thst the cyborg was playing herself as she sat beside her,simply enjoying her coffee.* “Remind me to update my thesis on the Krillin effect sometime. Also should remember to tell him that the treatment actually has been proven to work. After maybe the usual record of rounds he can go if she can last long enough….”*sensually licking her lips as she began to unbutton her own shirt,eyes drifting to the drawer where she kept her warrior monk toys handy just in case.*

Back in the Quarantine room, Krillin and Tali were becoming intoxicated with lust,as the Quarian babe laid atop the compact stud. The pair in a 69 position s she sat her mauve booty atop his chromedome head. Panting and moaning as she felt his tongue work away at her violet slit and her anal pucker while she looked with erotic awe at his cock. Stroking it in the grasp of her 3 fingers, feeling the pulse of his length snd girth as she proceeded to assault it with licks and kisses. Worshipping his balls as she lubed up his length from base to tip with a generous sheen of her saliva. Bulma had generously offered her that Warrior Monk dildo to practice with but the Quarian pilgrim had insisted she wanted a more virgin experience,as she felt herself guided by primal instincts and the thrill of freedom from sickness just from exposing herself even the slightest from her protective suit. Soon latching her mouth onto his manhood as she began to suck and blow on it, the rush of struggling to deepthroat such a beast of a cock making her pussy gush, causing her juices to flow int his mouth and dazzle the tastebuds of his tongue as he drank them up. The Quarian wasn’t a stranger to sex but to truly be with such a specimen of a man and in a state where she could freely live out of her suit and truly enjoy sex without having to outright use a full body nano fiber condom was sublime in its raw eroticism. The size and thickness of his rod,his pre cum on her tongue,the heat and pulse of his desire, it just made her feel so lewd as she popped her lips off of his shaft,looking over her shoulder at him as she stroked and beat it.

Tali:*her face an expression of raw desire,eyes glowing with lust,indicated by the shape of glowing hearts. She’d gone into full on bitch in heat mode as she panted with need.*”Aahn,forgive my blunt directness mr.Krillin,yiur fire play is amazing…but pleas,I can’t wait any longer. Take this Cock of yours and destroy me. Fill my womb with your hot human seed,you stallion of the stars…..”

Krillin paused in his oral assault on the Quarian’s slit and booty,looking at her as he blushed,eyes wide. Inside his brain several switches began to be flipped off. Switches 18 was more than familiar with and knew how to set them off. One of them was having a hot sexy piece of ass, be they human, furry, alien or what have you,so long as they were a woman, express such desire and sexual thirst for him to a oint hey wanted to bare his children. It just stirred this ancient primal nee and desire to be fruitful and multiply, reminding him how unfair it seemed that in all the time he and 18 had been together, Marron somehow was their only child. Not one brother or sister for her to love,coddle and play with. It just wasn’t fair damnit,did the universe have some vendetta against him? Well screw the universe,was it any wonder 18 went the lengths she did like this for him? Setting him with hot sexy pieces of ass like this? For his wife,he’d give her a show and prove her right in having been the man she married and for their daughter,he’d give her a Universe worth of brothers and sisters!! As he grabbed and squeeze the Quarian’s violet booty,making Tali gasp as she saw the twinkling gleams in his eyes. So she wanted him to destroy her and out buns in her oven? Wish granted as the eternal dragons would so famously say!

Before Tali knew it, she was finding her world,no her very galaxy being rocked and shaken. As Krillin had her pinned down in a mating press, howling cries and moans of desire and ecstasy echoing throughout the quarantine room along with the shaking thuds and creaking springs of the bed they laid together in. Her Quarian booty jigglin,tits rubbing against his chiselled pecs as he held and pinned her 3 toed legs so far back,her ankles were on either side of her head. Their tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air tango as his heavy balls swayed and smacked her loins,their pelvises making the sweet sound of skin slapping sex. Her nectar splashing as he pierced her womb and overwhelmed her brain with a rapid fire onslaught of orgasms and how she was loving every goddamn second of it!!

Tali:”Oooh maker! Aaahn Mr.Krillin you’re a beast!! A brute,it’s amazing!!”*Time flying by as they went and shifted through position after postion,as she found herself riding him cowgirl style,his hands massaging her hips as her own caressed his chest.* “Oh gos,you’ve cum 3 times without pulling out once! I’m really going to become pregnant at this rate!!”*Soon taking it doggy style,biting the bedsheets and grasping them as he’d slap her ass. Her mind clewrly gone full blown slutty for her new alpha male.* “Aahn,ms.Bulma I do believe I have become infected with a fever!! Baby making fever!! Breed me mr.Krillin,my body will have as many of your children as you want!!”

These were just among the many obscene things Tali expressed verbally, that is when she could make words and sentences rather than the cries of a wanton whore. Not that it bothered her or anything, why woildnt and shouldn’t she feel so good with such a stud of a man? As she continued to enact the kama sutra of intimate sexual mating positions with the short king. Oh certainly she’d gotten p,entry of his load anally and orally,but she was finding herself addicted to taking it raw and bareback in her Quarian pussy, as I she truly intended to ensure this encounter would leave her knocked up with a child from him. If not this round,maybe the next session, that is if she could convince Bulma to hold off on telling Krillin the truth about the immunity treatments. There wasn’t any doubt The capsule corp heiress would agree with her as she and 18 were scissoring one another. Naked and sweating as they moaned in the observation room, grinding their pussies together,clothes scattered along with half a dozen warrior monk dildoes among other numerous sex toys. Not their fault Krillin was putting in such effort to give them a show that it got them so horny. It’s just how it always played out for them as they continued to get off on watching Krillin make some hot sweet love to one very eager Quarian babe. Human,alien what have you, any woman needed a hit round of chestnut loving. Good for what ails you.

[nekomacheercaptain]

Franky gets the girl

It's up to you and Franky to free the crew from some creepy people, but you have to do something quite intimate together.... I wrote this on ao3 first, because I am disappointed in the lack of content of this delicious cyborg. Set pre-timeskip (because I love his old design more).

Word count: 3,2K

Content: fem! reader, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, size kink, size difference, creampie, cyborg, female body and genitalia, body worship, voyeurism (being watched), pre-timeskip Franky

”….and you!” a finger pointed in your direction, your eyes widened and your mouth dried up. Franky gave the men in front of you a threatening death glare while yelling profanities at them.

“I suppose you don’t want your precious little crew to drown, do you?” the alleged boss smirked at you, loving the power he was now granted. Franky shut up right away, biting his tongue. Sweat started to pool around on your body. You swallowed deeply, and before the rest of your crew could protest, you gave them your answer.

“Alright,” you spat at the man in front of you, and stars replaced his eyes, and you can hear Franky choke on his breath a few meters beside you, “but only if the others can go.”

Your stare seemed to excite the man, making you internally gag, but he accepted the deal and let the others free, while guiding you and the cyborg to a large room with what you would guess were one sided mirrors. There were multiple pieces of furniture in the room, even an adult swing. You looked at Franky for comfort, but as soon as you caught his eyes, he flamed up and turned away, but he took a hold of your hand ever so softly. Although this wasn’t your ideal situation to be intimate with him, at least it was HIM. You had gained feelings for him a while ago, but were never brave enough to do anything about it since you were on the same crew.

The man led you to the giant bed in the room that had fresh sheets and pillows, and smelled unexpectedly good. Which meant this happened often. You shook off the shivers that went over your body at that thought.

“I’m gonna go now, but don’t be afraid to,” he licked his lips and looked you up and down, “hold back.” He turned around and walked out the door, leaving the two of you alone.

Franky looked at all the mirrors, and guessing by how his eyes slightly widened, you suppose he had come to the same conclusion as you; they were watching you from the other side. Franky’s grip on your hand tightened, but not enough to hurt, and you placed your other hand on his arm and gained his attention. Burning warmer than a tea kettle, and Franky’s face being completely red as your eyes connected, you took a deep breath.

“I’m okay with anything,” you managed to say, giving a small smile despite the urge to disappear from the face off the earth, “I-if you are!!” you panicked after seeing his reaction. He looked absolutely mortified, his mouth slightly agape. It took him a few seconds before he shook his head, and pulled you into his chest.

“Please tell me to stop whenever you want,” he whispered, while bending down and placing his arms under your legd, and pulled you up so that you wereface to face. Nervously biting your lip, you nodded at him, giving him a small smile.

Soon his lips, soft like velvet, carefully enveloped yours, a small groan escaping you. Either by experience or raw natural talent, his kiss blew you away and made you forget all about the mirrors. Your hands found his hair and slightlytugged, withdrawing a small moan from the large man. He deepened the kiss, and your lips became desperate to discover more of this profound joy they had just granted access to. Warm and welcoming, his tongue didn’t have to ask to be let in to explore more of you. Moving in perfect harmony, you pulled away to catch your breath, smiling at him through dizzy and lustful eyes. He chuckled, growing weak in the knees at the effect the innocent act of kissing had caused you. Placing a small kiss on your forehead, he walked towards the bed and laid you down carefully so that your butt was just off the end.

Curious eyes found his loving ones and you almost felt embarrassed, but noticed a pool of warmth in your lower body. The cyborg placed himself on his knees, between your legs, pulling at the waistband of your pants, asking for consent. You gasped out a yes while lifting your hips to grant his wish, and he pulled down your pants and underwear, a cold breeze reaching your wetness. Franky felt himself twitch and drool at the sight, and couldn’t help but stare. He threw your legs over his shoulders while his lips found the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and placed warm and loving kisses while praises never failed to leave his mouth. Slick started to drip from your pussy, glistening your lips and thighs, while he kept worshipping the skin between your legs. Slowly tracing his way upwards, before looking at the marks he left and gazing into your eyes from between your thighs. Your legs were like ear muffs, and it had just become his favorite pair.

He gave you an adoring smile, “I want to make you feel super,” and his mouth knew where you needed him the most, making you moan at the sensation of his tongue against your wetness. Eager and warm, his tongue flat and using the perfect amount of pressure, your hands reached for his hair as a way of relieving the intense pleasure you were receiving. Zigzag pattern between your folds and lips sucking softly on your clit had you spasming and squeaking his name, your thighs pressing against his head, and he loved every second of it. All the nights he had dreamt of this moment could never compare to the actual taste of the precious wetness dripping out of you, the sweet sounds you made because of him, and your beautiful body. His imagination was nothing compared to the Goddess that were you, laying right there in front of him moaning his name.

The cyborg would switch from licking up and down your folds to worship your sensitive bundle of nerves that had your toes curling, and you felt something big probing your entrance and you hissed, seeing that he was still sitting on his knees. You gasp as the big object rubs itself around your entrance teasing you before putting in the tip, and you throw your head backwards whimpering his name.

“Holy shit, Franky!” you moan out between breaths, “that’s just your finger?”. He chuckled at your words, sending vibrations against your pussy, and a small wave of pleasure added on top of everything else you were feeling. His finger slowly sunk deeper into you, stretching you in unimaginable ways. Your moans were only a charade of his name, and his cock had never hurt more, but he had to prepare you properly. And he WANTED to please you well before he even dared to think about himself. Slowly, pulling his finger almost all the way out, he pushed it back in a slow, pleasurable gesture. He looked up at you, and he saw your pretty mouth shape a small “oh” and he groaned. With your brows furrowed together also, he knew he could give you the most super orgasm of your lifetime. His tongue began licking softer against your folds, and licked slowly over your sensitive clit that became slightly engorged by how aroused you were. Spasming every time it got attention, a rapid fire grew inside your lower body, and when Franky started thrusting his finger slowly in and out you rubbing your walls against his rough and excellent fingers, tears formed in your eyes from all the pleasure you were receiving.

”Oh Franky, please don’t stop!” you begged through whimpers, your grip on his hair tightening from desperation and bliss. Your words encouraged him to apply more pressure against your folds, and slightly bend his finger inside you, and he felt your legs shake on his shoulders and your walls convulsing around his finger. He almost came at the thought of feeling your walls squeezing his cock like this. His ministrations on you didn’t stop, and when you instinctively tried to push him away, his tongue grazed your clit. You yelled and locked your knees behind Franky’s neck, and your crewmate suddenly got drenched. Out of shock, he pulled away and looked at you, smirking when he realized what had just happened. He let out a boisterous laugh, and dragged you onto his arms, seeing that you currently were on cloud nine, while whisper moaning his name in pure bliss, even after he was done touching you.

“What a super body you have, y/n!” he beamed at you, kissing your forehead, waiting for you to become fully conscious. When your breath had started to calm down and you gained strength in your body, you looked at him in shock. His clothes were wet, and his hair had fallen slightly limp by the liquid that had come out of you. Apologies streamed out of your mouth while you hid your face in his chest. He only laughed at you, but stroked your back to comfort you, immense pride in his heart. Hearing you lose yourself like that, moaning his name in such a pornographic way - no, it couldn’t even be compared to porn - it was the most pleasurable sound he had ever had the joy of listening to.

«You did amazing,» he told you while a finger placed itself on your chin, making you look up at your dear crewmate you had been longing for so long. His smile made you feel warm and safe, and you could only smile back at him while throwing your hands over his shoulders and firmly placing yourself on his lap. His cheeks reddened, but his hands still found your hips and back to support you.

“Franky?” your eyes found his, and you knew what he wanted, but he didn’t dare to ask for it. He noticeably gulped and you giggled. “I want to make you feel good too”.

Had his nose been a human one, it would spurt blood everywhere, but because of his bodily functions it all went down south, not knowing he could become even more horny for you at that moment - but he was wrong. Feeling your wet and warm pussy against his swimming briefs, and slick covered thighs against his made him want to go feral. Before saying anything, he pulled you against him, his lips crashing into yours in a needy and desperate kiss. Lifting you again, he climbed further onto the bed and put some of his weight on you. Hips grinding into yours while lips discovered your neck had you holding onto his shoulder to have a grip on reality. He groaned at the contact, and you remembered that he still had feelings in his back. Meaning he could feel whatever you did with his back. A mental note for later was made.

His briefs had come off, as had his shirt and the rest of your clothes, and his cock slid slowly between your folds and kissed your clit, lightning bolts striking your body each time. The sound of accumulated wetness against his cock made extremely inappropriate sounds, but the cyborg absolutely loved it.

“You’re so wet, princess” he praised you, purposefully teasing your entrance with the thick head of his cock. You thought his fingers were big, but when you saw his sheer size you wanted to pray for your life.

“Like you were made for me,” he kissed you softly, pushing his cock just the tiniest bit further inside to test how your body responded to him, making you gasp against his lips. You hissed at the intrusion, even though you wanted him fully inside you. You needed him. If he could make you see heaven with just one finger, you needed to know what his cock could do.

«Please, Franky,» you begged him through teary eyes, and sank your nails in his shoulders, making him groan loudly, “please make love to me”.

He was dumbfounded for a few seconds before giving a smile of disbelief, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss while sinking himself slowly into you, your body needing time to adjust to his inhuman size. Nails creating crescent moons on his skin, he groaned at the sensation and pulled away. He returned your lustful gaze; half lidded eyes, mouth slightly agape and heavy breathing. You hadn’t given him the signal to move yet, so he kept the movement of his hips to a minimum, keeping his egotistical wish of fucking your brains out in check. His hand caressed your cheek, and he looked at you like you were the greatest creation he had ever made - something that could never be replaced and felt godly under his touch.

Slow strokes against your walls while you adjusted to him had you more and more desperate for him by the second, but you knew what the consequences would be if you fell into that need in this moment - so you had no choice but to be patient, and bear through the agonizingly slow process of preparing you for the gigantic cyborg holding himself back. Small hisses still escaped your mouth, making it sound like you were hurting, but that was false. The hissing was the natural reaction of being split open by a cyborg who happened to have a third leg penetrating your very smaller body. The truth was that you had never been more wet and horny for someone, and you couldn’t wait for your body to be ready for what you already knew would be the most world-changing orgasm your neglected body was waiting for. His finger had made you see stars, but you were sure that the cock now inside you would make you see the entire universe.

Franky slowly sped up his soft thrusts as he felt you loosen up around him, and your hands fell to hold his forearms on either side of you, supporting his weight to not fall. His chest heaved, and you were mesmerized at how big and toned his muscles were, although you knew they were made of metal. Curious hands couldn’t help themselves and reached over all the muscles displayed in front of them, and Franky’s self esteem skyrocketed, a smirk plastered on his face.

«You like ‘em, Huh? I made ’em myself!» he bragged through grunts, giving deeper strokes and you moaned his name loudly, your walls squeezing him and he stilled when he saw your face.

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure while lips shaping an «O», not being able to hide how good it felt when Franky thrust his cock deep inside you.

«Franky, yes, just like that!» and he could finally pleasure you like he wanted without the guilt of hurting you. His hands placed themselves behind your neck and head, and he began a slow and deep rhythm that had you whimpering and moaning his name. Lewd sounds created by your wet and needy pussy being fucked by Franky’s now slick covered cock started to bounce off the walls, accompanied by your pornographic sounds you erupted from each other.

With a room smelling of nothing but sex and pheromones, Franky dared to go harder after grabbing your legs and pushing them against your chest and Over his shoulders, placing you in a mating press. His eyes locked with yours, he began a brutal pace, his cock rubbing roughly against your walls and pressing against your sweet spot with each thrust, a knot building in your lower stomach.

“You’re doing a super job, y/n,” he groaned, smiling at you, “and you look so beautiful,” he pressed himself against you, closing the distance between your lips, needing to taste you again. Warm lips encapsulating yours, his cock reached even deeper inside you because of the new angle and you moaned against his lips and your hands flailed at his sides, your orgasm rapidly building up. The new angle also allowed him to grind against your clit while pounding into you, and your legs were shaking, rapid, uneven breaths escaped your mouth along desperate moans, and your walls convulsed around the cyborg’s cock. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you screamed Franky’s name, throwing your head backwards in his grasp, everything going white and you couldn’t hear anything but a static sound.

Franky followed close after feeling you pump his cock so heavenly and screaming his name. His name was the one you were screaming. Thrusting deeply inside of you, he dragged his orgasm out as long as he could, not being ready to stop the beautiful intimacy between the two of you. His cum filled your womb, leaking out with his cock, creaming at the bottom of his shaft. After a few minutes of lazy thrusts, he pulled out of you, whining at the cold air hitting him. It was then he suddenly noticed your fucked out face, realizing you had blacked out. A small panic rushed over him, and he scooped you into his arms, holding you closed and stroked your hair.

The door behind you opened, and he instinctively protected you with his arms.

“What a show!” the disgusting man from before had returned, and Franky gave him a death glare over his shoulder.

“Oy oy! No need to hate me so much, it seems like you both needed that, I did you a favor,” he smirked, trying to touch your hair, and Franky tried to bite his hand, making him scream. The man glared at the cyborg, and getting an even more menacing look in return, and gulped.

“A-anyhow, you’re free to go to your crew,” the man exhaled, and Franky carried you in his arms, tending to you, “they’re on the ship outside”.

-

“They’ve been in there for a while, the fight must be good!” Luffy beamed, sitting cross legged with his hand on his hat due to the wind, excitement clear across his face.

The rest of the crew looked at each other, knowing what was really going on, but didn’t see any point in correcting their captain. Sex wasn’t really something he cared for, so it wasn’t something that was in his mind, even when it’s obvious in a situation like this.

«Tch, why was he the one that was chosen? I would treat y/n-chan so much better….» Sanji complained under his breath, lighting a cigarette.

Before any more words could be exchanged, two gigantic doors opened and Franky came out with a widespread blush in his face with you in his arms, clothes finally back on. Franky couldn’t look his crew in the eyes, but with a curious captain, it was impossible to be left alone in peace and mystery.

“What happened to y/n?!” Luffy screamed and slingshot himself to Franky, needing to take a closer look. Franky saw Robin and Zoro chuckle, and Chopper seemed as oblivious as Luffy by their reaction.

«Huh? Why are you laughing? Isn’t she hurt?» Chopper asked worriedly, seeing you unconscious in Franky’s arms.

Franky kept quiet and ignored all the questions, but he smiled as he saw you cradled in his arms, a pleased smile on your lips.