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lumilovessmut · 3 months

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My Messy Girl

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Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Trigger warnings: Smut (18+), slight choking, daddy kink, office sex, slight exhibitionism, p in v, established relationship, name calling: love, sweetheart, slut, dear, wifey, baby, mama, few mentions of breeding, slight pervert Nanami.

A/n: Hello my lovely readers! It's your lumi 🧡 So I thought I'd give you guys something special cause my hiatus is supposed to end around May but since you readers would want something I'm making this, I hope you guys will love it too 🧡 As always striving to make better quality fanfics for you guys. It would be really helpful if u guys can join my Instagram account also. I'll leave the link below, ty 🧡🧡🧡

Word count: 0.86k

Upload date: 10th March, 2024

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Everybody knows Nanami Kento was a clean freak. But if anyone were to see Nanami right now they would be astonished. His office is a mess, the papers on his desk is in a disarray, his couch is messy, and if it were normal working hours right now, everyone would have heard your pathetic, melodious moans. But the most surprising factor of all would be, the fact that Nanami Kento, the NANAMI KENTO is so messy right now that it is both a sin and a boon to look at him. He has you, who only came to deliver his dinner because it was very late and he may stay in the office for more hours. But the moment Nanami saw you, his world blurred and only your presence was worthy of his attention. The dinner you prepared in the cute bento box didn't matter only you did.

Everything was a blur, Nanami has been eating you out for more than what seems like eternity, his tongue laps at your entrance and he fucks his saliva into your hole, like a thrifty man in the desert he keeps sucking all your juices. The bridge of his nose serves to be a good spot for grinding your clit, Nanami was in heaven. "Baby, have I ever told you- fuck that you taste like the nectar from heavens? Yeah, keep going, just one more baby, just- fuck one more please darling, make a mess! make a mess, sweetheart I'm just a mess for you down there." "Nanami pleas- I-I-I can't n-no mor-nghhh please no mor-eek! Gonna ah! Gonna cum! Nanamiiiiiii!" "Don't worry princess cum, just like that mmmmmmgh, fuck you taste heavenly, keep cumming, mmmmm." Nanami, keeps tongue fucking you till you calm down, once he comes up from between your legs, you see the most breath taking view of your life, disheveled hair, your juices running down his chiselled face.

"Wanna taste yourself baby?", he comes and kisses you, "understand why I like your cum so much? Hmm? Answer me baby?", "Yes", you could hardly answer him, he looked too ethereal for you to comprehend anything else, without much thought in mind you brush the baby hair stuck to his forehead. "Wanna be come my Messy Girl?" Nanami suddenly asked you and to say you were shocked was an understatement cause you knew he hated messes yet here he his asking you if you can be his messy girl. You nod yes cause after all who would say to no to him?

The only thought your head is filled with is Nanami and the only thing your cunt is filled with is his cum and dick, he has been fucking you practically everywhere in his office, on his desk? Check. On his office sofa? Check. On the glass window looking down the city? Check. His thick girthy cock, throbbing with veins and his pretty flushed red tip banging at your cervix was bringing you closer to heaven than even death can bring you to. "Baby imagine someone were to notice us fucking like horny teenagers? Hmm? What would they think when the most polite person, the most beautiful- fuck, the most sexy person ever on earth is getting laid down in such a dirty, dirty, pathetic way? Scream for me my love, louder I want the whole city to know who is fucking you, who owns the most prettiest slut in town. You drive me wild babyyyy, I can't seem to stop thrusting into you even if I want to, my body craves for you my soul aches for you, without you I'm nothing- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum in yeah again, yeah? You like the sound of that? Does my wifey wanna become a mama? Yeah? Fuck Oh! Feels so good c-can't stop g-gah mmm fuck can't stop, focus on me baby, focus on me on my-aaah! On my thrusts cum with me, I said cum with me- Aaahh fuck fuck FUCK!! OHH feels tooo good baby."

You cum on his cock on command, your mouth opens in a silent scream, throat raw from screaming and moaning his name, your ears are ringing and your thighs are all sticky with cum and arousal, your eyes are rolled back into your skull and your back is arched beautifully, thick cum shoots inside of you one last time for the day, he slowly removes himself from you, your legs shaking like a lone leaf on a tree in winter. "Darling, don't let my cum go waste yeah?" He says while pulling up your panties which were ruined already due to your arousal. "Nanami? I-I'm tired." "I know baby I know, don't worry I'm here just you rest while we leave for home." He kisses your head and slowly lifts you and his work bag and goes to his car making sure you are well covered. The ride home is silent and peaceful, Nanami glances at you every now and then at your sleeping face. Once he stops at the red signal, he slowly takes the hand which he was holding and kisses it while saying, "Thank you my treasure, the only mess I love is you and only you.

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risuola · 5 months

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VI — YOU HAVE MY HEART — F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

It's so easy to love you and it's even easier to admire how hardworking you are. You trained and became strong, you assisted in creating the ANBU leading the first unit. You were the pride and joy in Tobirama's life, but with all of that came also the fear. The terror of losing you.

cw: not much, it's mostly fluffy. it gets a little steamy towards the end, so reader discretion is advised — 2,5k words

note: when I was translating this chapter, I realized that the timeline can be a little blurry, though I tried to make it as clear as possible, but I'll summarize this here quickly: one year has passed since the wedding until the events from chapter V, then one year she was training and working in ANBU and then the mission took another year. so it's three years since they married ❥

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sometimes, you felt like you and Tobirama were meant to be. Like this whole arranged, political agreement was planned somewhere by someone who has way more power than you’d think, because even after nearly three years with that man, you still find it difficult to understand how on earth you worked so well when it’s more than clear that you shouldn’t.

There were just too many differences between you and your husband. He’s cold and stoic whilst you are warm and bubbly. Your calmness doesn’t make a fraction of how calm he is, or rather, used to be. You loved to touch him and for his entire life, Senju faltered from physical contact. And yet, all of it changed, when you stepped into his life. A princess from the foreign village, a diamond that was kept in the cage made of gold and luxury, a bird that was yearning for freedom and safety. Tobirama gave you both of these things.

The feelings between you two only solidified after the incident in your homeland. It’s almost two years after the unfortunate chain of events that led the young Senju to leave the negotiations in Konoha to save you from abusive ritual that took place in Yu; a pathetic display of parenting that your father thought was a favor to your husband. After that, and the little time you needed to heal completely with a help of one of the best medics in the leaf village, you had made a decision to go back to training. Ever since you moved, you spent your time learning topography of your new home, befriending people, helping – none of which you put into your own development and it’s only after you were defeated so easily, it got to you that everything that you thought you knew was not even a fraction what you should be able to execute.

That’s why for the months after that, you trained – mostly by yourself, but Tobirama was more than happy to help you anytime he had some spare hours. He found you admirable, the way you wanted to become the best shinobi possible even though there was no need for that. You were excellent even before, the idea of you lacking never crossed his mind and yet you stood up for the challenge and it was in his best interest to help you achieve the goal. You were, after all, his beloved wife, his sunshine, his pride. Quickly, it turned out that on top of all these things, you were quite deadly.

You began taking missions, standing on top of a group consisting of the best ninja from Konoha – ANBU, as Tobirama called it. A set of exceptional individuals, the most skilled ones available. It was a project that Senju wished to finalize, it was meant to provide the village with safety, with the strong asset able to infiltrate, fight and protect and you… You became the leader of it, representing the highest skill of them all and supporting him in establishing the unit.

Tobirama found you incredible, time after time finding himself in awe because of your achievements. There was no such term as impossibility, it seemed, everything he assigned you with, you finished with success, caring about your team well-being and the quality of the process. As much as he felt the endless amount of pride, his heart was also filled with fear. The idea of losing you haunted his dreams anytime you were outside Konoha, dealing with something he himself ordered you. The contradicting feelings weighed heavy on his shoulders – he wished to keep you safe and yet, it was only fair to give you tasks that were relevant to what you were able to do. It would be against his nature to spare you the difficulties, to limit your progress only because of the selfish want of keeping you far from harm. That led him to assigning you with one of the most difficult missions he had to offer.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he had told you the day before. You remember him joining you in bed late at night and the way he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest was enough of a hint. You knew him well. “I don’t want you to take that mission,” honest as always, and nervous when he spoke quietly. His roughed-up fingertips were circling little ovals against the delicate skin over your spine, his hand buried underneath the shirt that you used to sleep in.

“I know,” you replied, pressing your lips to his bare chest. Oh, how well you knew him. The moment he gave you the details of the job earlier that day in his office, you already knew how hesitant he was and once you read the description, you understood why. “But it’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“How can you promise me something like that?” He found his way to your chin, lifting your head up just enough to look you in the eyes. “I know you are strong, you are the most skilled ninja I have, don’t think I’m underestimating you, love. But yet, I can’t help but fear, the idea of you not coming back from that job, from something I send you by my own order… it feels unbearable to think.”

Tobirama wasn’t a man that’s easily scared. In your entire time with him, spending so much time as his wife, you saw him worried at most, only few times so it shook you deeply, seeing his sincere eyes glaring at you in nothing but concern. The soft red shade of them looked straight through your soul, you could feel the way his jaw was tensed when you placed your hand on the side of his handsome face.

“I will come back to you, my lord. I know how dangerous the mission is and I would be lying if I told you that I’m not scared of it. But I also know how important it is, how crucial the data I need to gather is to keep Konoha safe and it is my duty to serve the village. It’s my home, I swore to keep it protected.” Your words were honest, Senju knew that. It was difficult, the hidden leaf stood on the verge of war, it was nearly palpable in the air and the information that you were meant to collect had a power to stop it before the blood of innocents was spilled.

The love you developed to Konoha was something Tobirama couldn’t help but admire in you. Despite it being a foreign land to you, you grew to care of it as if you lived here since the beginning. Truth is, you did feel like you were born in it. What hidden leaf gave you was freedom, was love. It showered you in things that before that, you only silently dreamt about, it was a place that you truly began being yourself, hence why you wished to give it back all of yourself.

“I know you’re gonna do your best. It’s just… I wouldn’t mind standing to fight later if you’d say you don’t want to take the job. I wouldn’t mind giving my life in battle if it could save yours.”

“Your life is too precious to be lost, Tobirama,” you leaned into him just slightly, your lips a breath away from his. “You are needed, you are so incredibly fundamental for this village to function properly, you have no idea. Without you, there would be no Konoha, doesn’t matter how great of a hokage your brother is. You are what makes this place a home to so many people, you are the mind and heart of it, so please don’t say such things.”

“It’s you who have my heart. If I have to risk losing it along with you, how could I be one for the village?” Senju exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment before closing the distance and pressing his mouth to yours. A kiss of love that’s indescribable, it bore everything that he was too afraid to word out loud. “Just… come back to me.”

“I will always come back to you, my love.”

The reassurance you gave, although carrying uncertainty, you followed with yet another kiss. The intimacy you shared later that night carried an unspoken goodbye, it was intense and oh so full of passion as if it was the last time you were to be so close.

Early in the morning, you were already gone, heading towards the unknown land where you were meant to spend the next weeks, working undercover. In the morning, Tobirama watched you leave, hating himself for letting you go as the sweet taste of the last kiss you shared still lingered over his lips.

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“Later,” Tobirama groaned, responding to the soft sound of knocking against the wooden doors to his office. He was busy, digging through copious amounts of documents and reports, annoyed to the very core of his existence. His mind was already far in the future, balls deep in the upcoming negotiations that were meant to take place in Konoha in just few days. They were important, the safety of the village depended on the results and Tobirama made it very, very clear that unless the matter is absolutely, death-threatening urgent, he’s unavailable to anyone.

But the knob twisted and despite his objections and rough tone the doors opened and he couldn’t help but scoff. His blood was boiling, his brows creasing and even the deep breath he took, trying to calm down his nerves didn’t help at all. The rage inside of him burned with hellfire, it got him out of his chair, smashing his fist on the desk.

“I said fucking late—” he stopped. The sight of you, standing there in the entrance to his office made his voice catch in his throat. Was he even breathing? He felt like the world faded away, time slowed down and the chaos inside his mind calmed in an instant when his eyes met yours. He couldn’t believe, were you really here? In the last report he’s got from you, the one from a month prior, you wrote that at least twelve weeks will be needed to finalize the job and yet here you were, standing just few meters in front of him. After a year.

“I heard you the first time, my lord,” you chuckled softly, watching how his expression changed from rageful annoyance to surprised confusion. It was a display of emotions you were yet to familiarize yourself with, giving Tobirama’s spare range of expressions. “I was told you’re busy and expecting no one to bother you, but I took the freedom to disobey.”

The Senju stood there, flabbergasted for a little longer before his head dropped. A wave of laughter that shook his body made all of his tension go away. You really were there, he could see you, feel your chakra. After long, twelve months of undercover mission he gave you, the one that required you to stay in Iwagakure, gathering intel of governmental nature you finally got back. You had not seen each other during that time and Tobirama had only received few letters from you, all of which being more like short reports about the mission status rather than lover’s notes. But now, you were here, safe, alive.

“You came back,” he said, his voice so much lighter than what he greeted you with. Tobirama took a second to look at his desk, assessing the piles of documents before he pushed everything to the side. Papers flew off and scrolls unraveled on the floor but he couldn't possibly care less about any of those, when you were here, finally after a year of absence, in a flesh and bones. Being so messy was unlikely of him, you had never met someone more organized than Tobirama, but to him, it was more important to now have you on this desk, rather than documents.

“I promised I’ll come back to you, didn’t I?” You smiled, pushing the doors closed behind you and approaching him, placing the box with all of the reports and information regarding your latest work on the floor, before you circled the furniture, meeting him finally.

“You did,” he replied, finding his way to press his lips to yours. His large hands pulled you closer by the back of your neck and you hooked your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair, scratching his scalp gently and causing him to purr into the kiss. It tasted sweet, addicting, with the longing being carried through every movement of his lips and tongue. It was heavy with feelings, breathtaking, nearly suffocating with how much it bore, how many unspoken words, how many worries that were now releasing. Tobirama pulled you towards himself, your body now flush to his own as he made you lean against the edge of his desk. It took no time before you were situated on top of it, with his large frame between your legs and his hands wandering all over the lines of your figure.

Tobirama was hungry. He had no idea how much until he saw you, until he tasted you. You taught him how to love, you opened the world of intimacy and touch to him, you showed him the pleasure of marriage and once you took all of it away, he was lost. The need to have you close was unfulfilled for such a long time where he couldn’t even see you, it left him with the burn of craving inside his chest. He was incomplete without you, unable to focus as much as he would usually do, his mind was wandering to the places where your image was stored.

“I missed you so much, my love,” you whimpered, feeling his lips smearing the wet traces of kisses along your neck and down your throat. At that moment, he was not caring about the marks he was leaving, he wanted to make you his own again. Nothing else mattered, only you, the taste of your mouth, the sweet scent of your skin. He would love to be more romantic, to welcome you with something more appropriate – a nice dinner, some pretty flowers, but being romantic was never his strong suit and frankly, things like bouquets and food were last on his mind, when he had you near his body.

“Love,” he groaned against your pulse, his hands making contact with the bare skin on your sides where he pushed the fabric of your black blouse up. He missed you so damn much. His body longed for your touch, for your skin flush to his, for everything that came with you.

“I thought you were busy, my dearest,” you teased, your voice soft and playful as you run your hand down his stomach. It was risky to do so in his office but he did nothing to prevent you from reaching his manhood and as you did, you stroked him gently through the fabric of his pants. A breath hitched in his chest, your touch burned him with lust, he felt like a fire was consuming him just because you put your touch over him.

“I am,” he muttered, sucking a spot onto your neck, reminding your body to whom it belongs to and you gasped softly at the feeling of his lips against your delicate skin. “God, I’m so damn busy.”

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bookworm551 · 11 months

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Take the Edge Off | Part 2 | Focus

Things are tense between you and Miguel, and it all comes to a head when you try working a mission together.

A/N: this is technically a part 2, but it stands on its own pretty well. I might just keep going with these posts bc I can’t get him out of my head

Warnings: p in v, fingering, biting (ykwim), MINORS and my roommate DNI

Word count: 4.4k

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

With all the time you spent in Miguel's dimension, sometimes, you forgot that you had your own. You loved spending time amongst the Spider-Society, so many of different people who were like you in all the important ways. It was a nice environment, but it was also nice to be home every once in a while.

You'd been home for about 10 days now. You had never gone so long without being called in for a mission, and while it was nice to take a break from capturing anomalies, it also made you a little nervous. You came back the day after Miguel had visited you and left you a new gizmo...

...among other things.

Now, it had been nearly a week and a half, and there had been complete radio silence from Earth-928. You were starting to think that your little encounter with Miguel was to blame. Maybe he wanted you out now.

You had gone out to your favorite spot in the city to clear your mind. Just as you were preparing to swing back home, a beeping noise captured your attention from your wrist. Your heart leapt as you raised your arm in front of you, and Lyla's glowing, yellow form appeared from your watch. "Hey there," she greeted casually. "Boss wants you to run backup on an anomaly on Earth-287."

You smiled faintly as the code appeared on your device. "Sounds good," you replied, standing to your feet and walking onto the side of the building so that you were staring straight down at the street hundreds of feet below. "I'll be right there."

You activated the code, and a dimensional portal opened up in front of you further down the building. Taking a breath, you let go of your grip on the building and allowed gravity to pull you down into the portal. The shift in gravity was exhilarating as you emerged from the portal into Earth-287.

Emerging from the portal, everything was dull. The sun had set a while ago here, but even if it had been out, the colors would still be strangely muted. The building that you stood atop of overlooked a large city with strange gray, yellow, and green lights. This was a weird dimension.

Standing together, Pavitr and one of the many Peter Parkers was there. Upon seeing you emerge from the portal, Pav perked up. "You're here!" He said in an excited voice as you approached. You smiled under your mask and replied with the same energy, "I am!"

Glancing around, you noticed the lack of a certain presence you had expected to be there. "Is it just you guys here?" You asked casually. Before they could answer you, a cold voice behind you said, "What are you doing here?"

You whipped around and found Miguel's figure looming over you. Though his face was concealed behind his mask, you could tell by his rigid stature and unwelcoming tone that he was not very happy to see you. This was not really the greeting you'd hoped to receive from him.

"Lyla sent me," you told him defensively. "She said you wanted me to run backup with you." The eyes of his mask squinted down at you menacingly. "I didn't send for you," he said in an level tone. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and stared up at him stubbornly. "Then why am I here?" You demanded to know.

"Actually, you did mention calling for an extra member," Pav reminded him cheerfully. You looked back at Miguel with triumphant posture. "And here I am," you said. Miguel didn't seem amused, and he stared down at you for moment before sighing in resignation.

"Fine," he muttered reluctantly before turning away from you to look at his watch. "We have a Goblin anomaly somewhere in the vicinity. This is a routine bag and tag, but we need to cover our bases and sweep the area separately. Whoever finds him first needs to call it in for the rest of us. Am I understood?" His gaze seemed to be fixed on you, and you felt like his last question was directed at you.

You cocked your head a little at him before replying in a smooth voice, "Yes, sir." Miguel didn't reply nor did he give you any sort of reaction, but you could feel his eyes on you as you walked toward the edge of the building. "I call the north side," you stated before casually falling off the side and swinging away.

Leaving them behind, you were gliding between the buildings, looking for any signs of the anomaly or any traces of environmental glitching he may have left. You swung through the strangely-colored city until you landed on the top of a building to observe the cityscape below. You crouched low on the edge of the building, scanning carefully for any signs of the anomaly.

After a few minutes, you were about to get up and swing away before the sound of feet landing behind you stopped you. You whipped around and shot a web reactively. Miguel sidestepped your web, his head tilted in an unimpressed posture.

"I told you, I called north," you said with a huff of annoyance. "I have reason to believe the anomaly is somewhere in this direction," he told you vaguely. You put a hand on your hip. "Okay, well, this is my direction. I'll let you know if he shows up," you stated stubbornly.

"Hey, this is my mission," he argued. "I can go where I want." You rolled your eyes under your mask. "Whatever," you muttered. "Just don't get in my way."

He chose not to respond to your comment. An uncomfortable silence settled over you, and you didn't know whether to leave it or to try to alleviate it. Miguel made the choice for you. "Where have you been?" He asked finally. It was an attempt at a normal conversation, at relieving some of the tension that was wedged between the two of you.

You shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Home. I figured you'd call if you needed me, and you did."

"Need is a strong word," he muttered. You scoffed softly. Miguel never wanted to seem like he relied on anyone. "Well, in that case, I can just go home. The newest episode of my favorite show comes out tonight." Despite his face being hidden behind his mask, you could tell that Miguel was unamused. "Let's just focus on finding this anomaly," he grumbled, turning his face away from you back to the streets below.

"I'm focused," you told him casually. "Are you focused?" "I could probably focus if you could shut your mouth," he snapped. "Maybe I would if you asked nicely for once," you shot back, a smile pulling at your lips behind your mask. "Ever heard of saying please? Or maybe...por favor?"

His head turned slowly to look at you, and it was impossible for you to tell what he was thinking. "No?" You said. "Okay, then I'll do as I please."

He sighed in exasperation but didn't say anything. Just as the silence felt overbearing, a large crash captured your attention. "Sounds like our guy," you said before somersaulting over the edge of the building and swinging toward the sound. Miguel was right behind you as you both headed for the noise together.

There in the streets was your guy. Goblin was recognizable across any dimension, and this was no different, but looking at this short figure below, you almost wanted to laugh. He was thin, and his figure was stooped, and he didn't have a glider like you were used to seeing. This would be a cinch.

The anomaly spotted you before you could reach him, and he crouched with a sneer and called out, "Spider-Man!" Then, seeing your figure next to Miguel, he added, "...and company?"

"I'm Spider-Woman!" You clarified cheerfully as you shot your web at him. "Nice to meet you!" The little goblin rolled out of the way before your web was able to catch him.

"Where am I?" He demanded to know. Behind your mask, you rolled your eyes. "Always the same questions," you muttered. "'Where am I?' 'Who are you?' 'What is this place?' When are you guys gonna switch it up and ask how I'm doing?"

"Can you stop talking and focus?" Miguel snapped as he tried webbing the anomaly to no avail. You sighed. Banter was your thing. In fact, it was almost every Spider-Person's thing except for Miguel. It was definitely not his thing.

"You'll have to forgive my colleague here!" You called out to Goblin as you twisted in the air to avoid one of the bombs launched at you by him. "He's a little crankier than usual. I'm not sure why."

"You want to know why?" Miguel called out to you in irritation, webbing a bomb and throwing it back at the villain below. "It's because you're getting on my last nerve!" You sighed in exasperation. "I'm pretty sure you've only got one nerve, and someone's almost always on it," you grumbled.

You both managed to knock the anomaly into a dim warehouse. Together, you webbed his arms to the wall he was cornered into. He was looking around frantically for an escape. "Listen, bud, this isn't personal," you told him. "We just need to make sure you go home." You felt pretty confident about this whole mission, definitely one of the easy ones.

Goblin stopped struggling to free his hand and looked at you with a crazed smile, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the sight. "Workplace relationships can be tricky," he stated. "I think you two should try resolving some of this tension."

Before you could reply, the anomaly kicked his leg, and a small, metallic sphere came rolling out of the sole of his boot. You barely had time to say "Uh oh," before the explosion knocked you and Miguel backwards. As you were recovering from the impact, the Goblin actually took flight, breaking free of the web bindings.

"What the hell?" You exclaimed. This Goblin didn't use a glider like you were used to, he had some weird type of rocket boots. He flew up and smashed his way out of the warehouse window and out to the sky with a loud cackle.

"He's getting away!" Miguel shouted as if you weren't already aware of the fact. You both slung yourselves up to the window and outside the building, but the Goblin was much faster than you both, and before you could catch up, he was out of sight.

Miguel punched the wall next to you and snarled in frustration. After taking a few breaths, he lowered his arm and stood completely still except for his deep, even breathing. His back was toward you, and you could tell that he was holding back a tidal wave of fury. Well, you might as well break the dam.

"You're awfully quiet," you stated reluctantly. "Anything you want to get off of your chest?"

Miguel whipped around and looked over you menacingly. "You let him get away!" He shouted at you.

"Me?!" You asked incredulously, ripping your mask off of your face. "How was that my fault?" His suit receded from his face as well, displaying his frustrated expression. "You were supposed to catch him! It's a very simple expectation," he told you angrily.

You scoffed. "Well, excuse me for not knowing this Goblin had flying boots instead of a glider," you said. "It's just as much your fault as it is mine."

Miguel wasn't happy with that statement. He took a step closer to you and crossed his arms over his chest. "It is your fault," Miguel snapped at you. "And now he's gone again." You stepped toward him defiantly and crossed your arms to mirror him. "Maybe if you weren't breathing down my neck, I could've gotten him," you retorted.

"That's your excuse?" He asked in an exasperated tone. "Yeah, it is," you replied sharply. "What's yours?"

"You're distracting me."

"I'm distracting you?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," he said in a low voice as he took another step towards you so that his face was inches from your own, "you are distracting me. You never should have come on this mission." Your heartbeat sped up a little at how close he was now, and you couldn't help but look at his lips as he spoke.

"Well, too bad," you told him stubbornly. "I'm here, and you've got to deal with it. So, instead of fighting about it, why don't you get off my ass and help me catch this guy?"

"You don't get to tell me what to do," he argued. "I'll stay on your ass if I want to." You raised an eyebrow at his comment and had to suppress a snicker. Miguel realized as soon as the words left his mouth how they sounded, and he closed his eyes in a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. "Just focus on finding the Goblin anomaly," he grumbled.

"Oh, so you don't want to stay on my ass anymore?" You clarified with a smirk. He scowled down at you and snarled, "Do you ever just shut up?" You weren't deterred by his temper. Instead, you batted your eyelids up at him and gave him an overly-sweet smile. "Only if you ask nicely, remember?"

Miguel finally had enough of you. He shoved you back against the wall, making you gasp in surprise, and placed a hand on your throat. "I'm done being nice with you," he growled before crashing his lips down on yours with every ounce of his frustration.

You kissed him back with as much aggression, your tongues exploring each other's mouths impatiently. His hand slid down from your neck to grope your breasts over your suit. You sighed loudly as his hands roamed across your body, and when he pressed his knee between your legs, you couldn't stop the moan that emerged from your throat.

"What about the others?" You gasped. "What if they find us and—," Miguel cut you off with another open-mouthed kiss. "I don't give a fuck," he murmured against your lips. "They can watch for all I care."

You took a shuddering breath as he pulled at the neck of your suit. It had been designed for easy removal when you needed a quick change back in your world, but now, Miguel was using it to his advantage to pull it down over your shoulders. You didn't resist him disrobing you. You hadn't expected this at all, but with the frustration you both caused each other, you shouldn't have been so surprised.

You pulled your arms out of your suit as he peeled the fabric off of your torso. Miguel didn't have the patience left in him to properly undress you. Your suit was at your knees before he abandoned any further effort of taking it off. "Fucking full-body suits," he muttered in annoyance as he pressed heated kisses to your exposed neck.

You huffed an amused breath while you kicked off your boots and the remainder of your suit. His lips left a trail of sloppy kisses from your collarbone, up your neck, until they finally found your mouth. His tongue forced its way between your lips, and you couldn't help but moan at his overpowering touch. You barely even felt rough surface of the wall against your back as Miguel pushed his body against yours.

He was so tall that it seemed like his figure was devouring yours. To remedy the height different, Miguel's large hands hoisted you up by your thighs close to his own height and pushed you up against the wall roughly. You grunted at the force of his body shoving you against the brick, but you didn't care, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. You had both hands gripping his head, pulling his mouth to yours eagerly, tongues practically down each others throats.

Miguel's hands were gripping tightly at your thighs before he reached up and pulled down on your underwear. He wasn't holding you up anymore, relying instead on your ability to stick to the wall to keep you upright. Now that he didn't have to support you, his hands were free to do what he liked.

Your breathing quickened as his fingers teased the outside of your hot entrance. He traced over your clit, causing you to groan and throw your head back against the brick. "Is this what it takes to get you to shut up?" He growled in your ear. You wanted to say something snappy back to him, but right as you opened your mouth, he pushed two of his fingers into you, and you were unable to do anything but let out a gasping moan.

Your fingers ran through his hair, gripping it tightly as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Not such a smart ass now, huh?" He observed smugly. You wanted desperately to prove him wrong and shoot him a smart retort, but the pace he was setting with his fingers rendered you speechless.

You leaned your head against his as you took shaky breaths to regain some semblance of thought. "What h-happened to focus on the— on the mission?" You managed to ask through panting breaths. His fingers were curling inside you, making it difficult to speak properly.

"I told you," he whispered in a low voice, his lips tickling your ear. "You're distracting me. How am I supposed to focus when you're here with me?" He placed a wet kiss on your neck, and you sighed at the sensation.

"All I can think about is how good you feel around me," he murmured against your skin, "and all the pretty sounds you make." His fingers continued fucking you while his thumb started moving in circles around your clit, forcing a loud moan from your mouth.

"Even your scent," he continued. "I could smell you the minute you arrived. It's been driving me fucking crazy." Your legs were starting to shake as you felt yourself growing closer. Miguel could sense it too, no doubt, from your staggering gasps and the tightened grip you had on his hair.

"And now, you're letting me touch you like this in the middle of a mission," he said. "How do you expect me to focus on anything when you're here?" His voice sounded frustrated, angry almost, and that frustration was evident in the way his pace increased.

You were gasping his name over and over again, unable to say or do anything else. He was touching you in all the right places in all the right ways. The resentment you had felt for him before had completely transformed into lust, and as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

Miguel ran his tongue up the side of your neck before whispering into your ear, "Look at you. Are you gonna cum on my fingers while we're on a mission?"

As if to answer his question, your whole body began shaking, and you let out a trembling moan out as your orgasm overtook you. Something resembling a laugh came from Miguel's lips as he felt your body clenching around him, and he was pulled in closer by your gripping arms. Your breathing came in shallow gasps as your body trembled with his touch.

After a moment, his hand slowed down until he pulled out of you completely. Dazed, you blinked your eyes open to look at him. His eyes were red with lust, and he brought his hand up and sucked his soaking fingers without looking away from you. Your body was still twitching from your high, and the sight in front of you made you moan softly.

"I'm not done yet," he murmured as he gripped your jaw in his hand. You were still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, and your head was limp in his hands. He noticed and moved your face back and forth to test your submission. "Dios mío, you're a mess," he noted with a smirk. "Are you gonna let me fuck you like this?"

Still trying to recover your breath, you were barely able to give him a faint nod of your head. "That's right," he said softly, placing another kiss on your neck, but you were barely registered it as you felt something hard at your soaking entrance. Miguel had retracted his suit just at his waist, and it seemed that this time, he hadn't even bothered with wearing anything underneath.

"Must be convenient having a nanotech suit," you commented under your breath. "It's not nanotech," he corrected. "It's much cooler than that." You rolled your eyes. Even during sex, he had to be right. "Whatever," you replied. "You don't have to nerd ou—"

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as Miguel pushed himself into you without warning. You tugged at his hair reactively as the stretch of your pussy made you whine. "Just shut the fuck up," he muttered into your ear.

He gave you a second to adjust before he started moving his hips against yours. You head fell back against the wall as he thrust in and out of you desperately. He had no regard for how the rough brick was scraping against your skin. He was now engaged entirely in his own pleasure, using you to channel all his frustration into satisfaction. You didn't mind one bit.

His pace was relentless. His head was pressed against your temple, and his panting breaths tickled your ear. You still had a tight grip on his hair as he fucked you mercilessly while your other hand held onto his shoulder in desperation.

Miguel's hands were digging into your thighs as soft grunts formed in his throat. "I've been craving you all week," he told you with a gruff voice, interrupting the repetitive sound of his hips slapping against your cunt. "The way you feel, how you take me so well, it's all I can think about."

You whimpered in his ear as he continued rolling his hips against yours at a savage pace. You were getting high off of his words, and all you could do to encourage him was moan. "I've been...thinking about you, too," you whispered to him, the overwhelming sensation of him railing into you causing you to pause every few words. "Late at night...when I'm all alone. I think about h-how good you feel...inside me. It makes me so hot."

Miguel growled in response, your words obviously having an effect over him. His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, and he actually let out a soft moan of his own. He let go of one of your legs to bring his hand up to the wall to support himself, and you heard the brick next to your head crack as his fingers clawed at the stone.

He pulled away from your lips and brought his mouth down to kiss your neck. His movements were growing more desperate and sloppy, and you knew he was getting closer to finishing. After a second, he raised his head up from your neck to rest against your own.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered in your ear.

What kind of a question was that? He had you pinned to the wall, fucking you mercilessly in another dimension in the middle of a mission. You certainly didn't not trust him.

Still, at his relentless pace, you found it difficult to speak properly, so you nodded your reply. "I want to hear you say it," he grunted. You were breathing hard as you tried formulating words. "I do," you gasped. "I-I do trust you."

That seemed to satisfy Miguel. His hips moved faster and harder into yours, and without further warning, he sank his teeth into the base of your neck. You cried out in alarm as you felt the tips of his fangs pierce your neck. You hadn't expected him to do that, but you couldn't deny that the pain made the pleasure even sweeter.

For Miguel, having his teeth in your skin made him go wild. It was like a primal reaction, and whatever self-control he'd had evaporated. He began pounding into you, using your neck almost like an anchor while he thrust into you over and over again.

Your eyes became unfocused as a knot formed in your stomach from the overwhelming sensation of Miguel's cock and teeth inside of you. "Don't stop," you begged with a gasp. "Don't stop, I'm gonna—"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before another powerful orgasm took over your body. A loud cry emerged from your throat as your thighs tightened around his waist, and your whole body began shaking. You gripped Miguel's back and hair desperately as his movements became erratic.

Just as it was becoming too much for you, Miguel's body tensed, and he let out a long, rare moan against your neck as his hips grew still and he came inside you. He took a couple seconds to recover his breath before he released the grip of his jaw on your neck. You let out a small whimper at the feeling of his teeth being removed from your skin. In response, Miguel ran his tongue over the two new sets of puncture marks you now had.

"Was that alright?" He asked with surprising softness, referring to his bite. You nodded honestly and replied, "I thought it would hurt more than that." He licked over it again as he pulled out of you, earning a quiet sigh from you. "Believe me, it could have," he said in a low voice.

You turned your head to look at him, meeting his eyes with your own, and you couldn't help the faint smile that pulled at your lips. You tilted your face up and kissed him. It wasn't the ravenous kisses from earlier, it was soft and slow, a token of appreciation.

"You're not allowed to come on missions with me anymore," Miguel mumbled against your lips. "Do you understand?"

You chuckled softly at his statement. Truthfully, you'd forgotten you were even on a mission. You opened your eyes to look at him before you whispered, "Yes, sir."

His jaw twitched, and he ran his thumb over your lips in admiration. "We need to get going," he told you after a pause. You looked up at him with a sly smile. "Think you can focus now?" You asked. His eyes flashed up from your lips to your eyes, and a faint trace of a smile formed at his mouth.

"I wouldn't count on it."

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lixiesbrowniess · 1 year

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Ok so I had a thought 😜 Ao’nung x reader where she gets her 🩸while they’re doing it. I don’t think Na’vi get periods so I guess reader would be an avatar. Not really heavy detail on the actual smutty part but just about how he’d comfort reader after he clams down because he gets a little scared 😫

Oneshot: How do you stop it?

Ao'nung x fem!avatar!reader

Words count: 919

A/N: WHY DO I LIKE THIS SO MUCH?!! [ik it's short and m sorry bout it but hope you like it]

Warning: mentions of sex, mention of p in v, aged up characters 18+, bleeding (not by injury), menstruations, femavatar!reader, worried Ao'nung, kinda fluffy?

Na'vi vocaboulary: Tawtute: sky person/human, Skxawng: moron

"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OK??!" he blurted out as he held you by your arms shaking you back and forward. "I am but don't shake me so hard!" you said looking at your really worried boyfriend.

This is a very simply way to explain what happened. You two were having some horny and healty sex, right then your period decided to knock in. Obviously Ao'nung started to freak out and IMMEDIATLY stopped his movements. Currently you two were sitting on your knees in front of each other, still naked, as you tried to calm him down.

"Ao'nung i'm fine, this is normal for the sky people" you started explainin as long as it looked like he calmed himself down a bit. "But you're bleeding I-, are you sure I didn't- you know... cause it?" you raised an eyebrow.

this was actually pretty funny. "theres no way you did 'Nung" you chuckled.

"I mean i was... we were... AND THEN YOU-" he got interrupted as you took him by his shoulders and squeezed him lightly. He was really freaking out. "Ao'nung. I'm fine." you said looking him straight in the eyes. His breath started to slow down as he stared back.

"Look i'mma just explain it to ya." he nodded at your words. " but first I'll be needing something that looks like a pad..." you murmured looking around. You took the cloth that was thrown away some minutes ago by none other than Ao'nung and wore it again.

"So. you know I have an avatar body right? Just like Jake i used to be a human so a tawtute." He nodded again. "back in earth, once every month, after reaching the appropriate age, a female gets this bleeding and it's called period."

"It usually lasts 5 to 7 days but varies from woman to woman. Once it's over the woman is fertile so she can become pregnant." He looked a lot confused but still nodded at your words. "therefore, women on earth needs this to happen, otherwise they cannot have children."

"Plus when i got transferred into my avatar body it didn't change." he blinked looking at you with a kinda blank stare. "So it's normal for you to bleed from your vagina?" He asked looking stunned. You chuckled "Yes you skxawng" you smiled caressing his hair.

He hugged you close and hid his face onto your shoulder "Is there a way to stop it?" he murmured in the crook of your neck "I don't want you to suffer." he drew circles on your stomach and then laid his full palm onto your navel covering almost your entire belly. He placed sweet kisses all over your neck and collarbone, he never treated you so gently. I mean of course he did, but never THAT gently.

You just laid there and closed your eyes as he just cuddled you and snuggles into you. The cramps were starting to kick in but as his warm hands were laying onto your belly and his tail was wrapped around your waist keeping you close, you weren't paying attantion to that. Or to anything around you.

"Can we make tsaheylu?" your eyes shot open at his words. "I wanna feel how you're feeling right now"

You knew you two were already mated but just by words. Just by Eywa's words you didn't bond yet. "Are you sure?" you asked slowly looking at him "I am".

"All right then." you handed him your braid. He reached his back taking his and slowly approaching the pink tendrils that were moving around impatiently searching for the connection.

Your tendrils met. In that moment all you could feel was Ao'nung. His breath, his heart, his blood rushing, his worry, his love. Your pupils dilated as you both colud feel each other.

He leaned down and kissed your lips gently before laying back down massaging your belly with slow strokes. "I can feel everything Y/n. I'm here with you don't worry."

"Says the one who just freaked out" you jokingly teased placing a kiss on his forehead. "I really wanna make it stop. I don't want you to feel such a pain".

"I'm used to it really-" he placed a finger on your lips "nothing as my consent to make you suffer." he said looking directly in your eyes. Your heart squeexed at his words making you smile uncontrollably.

"remember i can feel everything. And you're the one who said we can't fuck if you're in this state." he mockingly said with a shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

There he was. That frendly little shit who always found something to make you nervous about. "Aw stop it!" You hit his arm causing him to laugh softly as he kissed you again.

He placed his forehead on yours closing his eyes and holding your cheek with one hand.

"Actually there is a way..." you murmured breaking the silence "but i don't think it would be a good-" you got cut off as he speedily got up and leaned closer staring into your orbs. "Tell me about it my love". Blood rushed to your cheeks as youblushed heavily at the nickname.

"W-well i must get pregnant but it will stop just till-" He stood up at the speed of light "As soon as it's over we're gonna mate so many times that you not getting pregnant is not even an option."

Well guess who was gonna stop him.

Certainly not you.

A/N: here you have anon hope you liked it ;333

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littleboyblue1 · 3 months

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I Do

Had the idea of Jake being the greatest guy ever. Decided to write that out, kind of. Anyways.

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), talks of marriage, no y/n, but 'Mrs. Lockley' is said, nothing else I can think of

Jake Lockley was a lot different than most guys you'd dated. He was, as your friends often said, 'husband material'. He certainly would've been if it weren't for the frequent days of no contact, and the fact that he was very secretive. But then he explained it, and he was perfect again. Suddenly, it was nonstop texting, and not a single secret.

Marc and Steven were amazing, but there was always something more with Jake. You liked him most. He was your first of the three after all. And, even though you'd never say it out loud, he provided a much more normal life than the others. He liked domesticity, and it made it feel like a marriage between you two, and just dating Marc and Steven. Which was just fine, it didn't change anything.

But because of that difference, Jake was the guy your friends, coworkers, and family knew. You told your family after a while, but it was still mostly Jake they saw. The others, well, you'd explain it if you had to.

Jake also thoroughly enjoys being your 'arm candy'. Your boss had called him that when they'd first met at a dinner, and Jake would not let it go. No matter how much you and the others teased him, he liked it. So much so that he would beg the other guys to let him be the one that goes to your work events. They always said yes.

Tonight, he seemed extra eager. He showered and dressed, then you'd told him he was three hours early. "That's okay. I'll just watch you get ready then," he'd replied. You wondered if he'd done it on purpose.

He isn't a 'take showers together' guy, but he does enjoy sitting on the counter talking to you. Not every time you shower, just when he feels particularly talkative. So, he sat on the counter, talking about his day.

"I don't mind it really. I just hate working with people," he explained. He'd often go to work for Steven, purely because he preferred to front for long periods of time these days.

You laughed. "You could always just let Steven go in, baby." Jake huffed loudly. "I know. But it would relieve the stress."

He handed you your towel as you stepped out. His head rested agains the mirror. "Yeah. But no." You laughed again. "Want your hair thing?" You nodded, and he dug around for your hair towel while continuing. "Sometimes I think we should just tell them. Maybe they'd let us skip, and I could do something I like."

"I don't think - thanks - think it's a bad idea. It might make things easier on all of you."

He followed you into your room. You talked the idea over while you finished getting ready. When you finished, he went to the closet and picked out shoes for you, then delicately put them on. You wondered if he even realized he did stuff like that. It was like second nature to him.

Jake left for a second to get drinks, and your friend Alexa leaned in. "Seriously, where did you buy that man!? she asked. You laughed.

"Got lucky."

"You may be the luckiest woman on Earth."

"Tell me about it." You turned to see him. He was chatting some guy up at the bar. Even from a distance, he was hot. He saw you and waved. You returned the favor, then turned back to Alexa. "I worry I'll wake up, and he'll just be a dream."

She sighed dreamily. "If he is, mind telling me your night routine?" The two of you laughed until Jake got back.

He placed the drinks down for all three of you, then held a hand out. "Come on," he nodded towards the dance floor, "This is our song." You couldn't help but giggle as you stood. It certainly wasn't 'your' song, but it was a nice song, and Jake liked dancing.

He was a good dancer too. You could stand there stiff as a board, and he'd wheel you around perfectly. No one would even notice if he was the only one dancing. But you'd learned for him anyways, and the two of you were a well-oiled dancing machine.

"You've got a very nice dress, miss," he whispered in your ear. As he leaned back up, you caught him staring straight down the front.

"Charming as always."

He cracked a smile at you. "Can't help it. I see a pretty lady, I have to look."

"Is that so?" You weren't upset, but you tried to force your voice to sound like you were.

He nodded. "Just seems like there's a lot less pretty women these days. About 4 years ago, there was only one pretty woman left on earth. Confused the hell out of me." He was smiling a big, cheesy smile. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You're a dork."

When the song ended, he led you back to the table. He casually draped an arm over your shoulders. You were warm, but you didn't mind.

The rest of the night went by quickly with dances, drinks, and boring work conversations. When you got home, you were both a little tipsy, and Jake was spinning and dipping you all the way back to the flat.

Your old neighbor smiled and waved at the two of you. You giggled and waved back. "You've got a very pretty wife," she said to Jake. You waved her off, smiling wide.

Jake smiled even wider. "Yes, I do." You liked the title 'wife', even if he was only agreeing because it was easier to just agree.

Jake let you in, spinning you onto the couch. He dropped his jacket on the floor, then fell to his knees at your feet. As he undid your shoes, he placed kisses all over your calves. He was mostly kissing - you could feel his fingers fumbling with the straps.

When he finally got them off, you pulled him to you by his cheeks. "You looked so handsome tonight, baby," you whispered. His cheeks got a little pinker.

"So did you."

You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he stroked a thumb on your bottom lip. "My wife. Could you imagine?" He stared into your eyes with an intensity that could melt you.

A smile tugged at your lips. "Mrs. Lockley. How's-"

He cut you off. "Fuck, say that again."

"Mrs. Lockley." You could've sworn his eyes became just pupil. He pulled you in hard enough your teeth knocked together lightly. It would've been off putting if it weren't for the fact that he was leaning back down to sit on his feet.

He pulled away breathless. "Take it off." You obeyed, discarding the dress quickly. You hadn't worn anything special, just the underwear on the top of the pile and a clean bra, but he sighed anyway. "God, how did I ever get so lucky?"

Jake took your undergarments off, tossing them somewhere behind you. He dropped his head against your breasts, kissing the tops before moving down to your nipples. He worshiped them for a moment, then started moving down again.

He left a trail of kisses down until he was where you needed him. "One more time, baby. Say it again."

"Mrs. Lockley?" You assumed that's what he wanted to hear.

You must've been right, because he pulled your legs so he could be in a better position, then began nearly devouring you. The moans that escaped you were beyond pornographic. You dropped a hand to his curls, changing between pushing him into yourself more and pulling his hair.

Each tug pulled a groan from him, sending vibrations through you. Suddenly, he lifted his head and started using his fingers. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes open.

His stubble glistened, and he truly had very little brown left in his eyes. "I like that name, baby. Mrs. Lockley."

"You don't say?" He did something that made you gasp loudly. "Fuck, Jake, that feels so good." He dropped his head back down and used his tongue and fingers to bring you to your climax.

He licked and kissed until you had to push him off to escape the overstimulation. He moved slowly back up you, dropping a wet kiss on your lips. "Come on." He lifted you, bringing you to your bed.

Jake undressed himself quickly. You gave him a look over. His chest was beautiful, sculpted by the gods themselves - almost literally. His abs were toned in a way that could drive a woman feral. The happy trail they'd been growing was enough to make you get off the bed and fall to your knees.

"No, baby. Just want you." He looked down with pleading eyes. How could you be so cruel as to deny him? You got back on the bed, and he pushed you to lie down. "I love you."

"I lo- holy fuck." You moaned out as he pushed into you. He gave no time for adjustments, beginning his pace immediately. Not fast, but not slow either. "I love you too, baby."

You brushed a curl from his face, then pulled him down for a kiss. He sped up, and you arched up into him. Jake groaned into the kiss, then dropped his head down to the crook of your neck.

As he continued speeding up, you held onto his back for dear life. He didn't like when you scratched him, so you had to settle for squeezing his muscles for support. He moved down to kiss your chest. His lips wrapping around your nipple made another loud moan leave you.

"You can scratch, it's okay," he muttered out. It was a sweet gesture, but you knew he didn't like it.

You dropped a hand into his hair, tugging at the strands instead. You began moaning together, and as his thrusts became quicker, you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. "What'd you say? Wanna be Mrs. Lockley?" he asked suddenly, pulling away from your tits to smile down at you.

"Yeah, I'll be Mrs. Lockley."

The look on his face was enough to bring you to your climax. He came at the same time, and you rode out your highs together. After a few slow movements, he laid you on top of him, still inside of you. A soft smile brightened his features. "Really mean it?"

"I do."

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uzis-dopeaf-hat · 2 months

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Analysis of Episode 7

[MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW]

So I wanted to talk about the latest episode of MD and it's really hard to find people to talk about this with (surprisingly?) and the one discord I joined was a bit of a mess so I'm just gonna come here and try to word vomit cohesively.

Wanna start by saying that yes, even though V is no longer in the intro, I HIGHLY doubt she's dead or gone for good. I think the new intro is likely just the start of a new arc or progression of the story. We aren't supposed to know what happens to her, so they're taking any signs of normalcy of her being present away. They could have also just wanted a new intro in general (which I love!).

I would be incredibly surprised if she was permanently gone. I guarantee she has a clone like it's stated J (stated in episode 6) and N (mentioned in this episode by Cyn herself) have.

What I can see happening, however, is V not being the same as before. If the V from the last episode is damaged beyond repair, Cyn will need to get a new clone out for her. Cyn states in this episode that she keeps their personalities. So I doubt V would act like herself from before her DD days (though I did play around with the thought). I can see something happening where Cyn tries to delete the memory files of V interacting with Uzi and the events leading up to here and now. I'm not sure how practical this would be depending on how long they're planning on making the season finale be. I feel it would be easier to just have someone retrieve her or try fixing her (unless she is fighting this entire time, which again we don't know, anything is possible). If it is the case of attempted memory deletion, I don't think Cyn will be successful. I'll come back to this later.

It's revealed that the one chained up in the trailers is in fact Nori, who seems to be taken over by the Absolute Solver, or Cyn. It seems that the company is actually trying to remedy the mistakes of their former colleagues on Earth. They have created a patch that is located in a USB drive inside what looks to be a crucifix.

There seems to be a huge religious aspect, though it is not apparent why. Our researcher Ridley here seems to be wearing a Mitre Hat typically worn by bishops. I'm not sure if they're meant to be wearing a specific type of miter, but it resembles an auriphrygiata worn during celebrations of the sacraments. If we were to put whatever is happening here under one of those sacraments, I'd say the closest would be an Anointing of the Sick (meant to help various states of sickness in religious ways such as prayer). I think a big part of the religious aspect may be superstition on JCJenson's part, but considering what we see of Cyn being a seemingly eldritch being, I can't blame them.

"LAB SPACE FOR RENT LEASED RSCH012 - 'CABIN FEVER' PRIME CATHEDRAL REAL ESTATE"

So obviously this is partly a joke, with a cathedral underground being for rent and all.

But a catholic church is where some sacraments are held. Once again I'm not sure why they believe they need this space, but I doubt Glitch would pick this setting "just because." (or maybe they would, you tell me)

Alice refers to Uzi as a "witch" in episode 6, saying she's dealt with them before, and then immediately stating that "she hasn't seen 002 since she's left us to die."

Cathedral churches had many reasons for existing, but one small purpose they served was to ward off evil, specifically witches.

A pentangle was one of many symbols used to deter witches or anything thought to be an evil entity. The candles surrounding them are likely meant to be Votive Candles, meant to seek help from the saints.

Of course, it also seems to be a giant magnet which may have helped them more than the candles in this situation. This is about all I have for this episode regarding the huge religious themes (aside from the episode literally being called "Mass Destruction.")

Our intern Mitchell seems to realize something is wrong after grabbing Yeva (aka 048). I am unsure if these revelations make a huge difference in the outcome of events. It seems that when Yeva does save Nori from The Absolute Solver with the USB drive, they are intimately aware of how dangerous it is, as Nori seems to want her to chop her arm off when they realize the solver is going out of control. These events explain what happens to Copper-9 as the planet's core implodes in on itself, creating a huge crater in the planet. The rest we know: the planet freezes over and only the drones remain.

We cut to who we now know is Nori, in her - as I'll call it -her "Heart" form. It seems she is searching for the correct cross shown with the USB and has been all this time, only supposedly finding it in this episode. We can presume she finds it after running into N since she tosses a cross away after inspecting it and not seeing any resemblances to the crucifix in the video. She has the correct one later when she runs into N, so the only time she could have found it was between her leaving to enter the mineshafts and her actually finding the DD.

I won't be going too much into the dynamics of all the relationships in this post, but I definitely will make a separate post for those (feel free to ask for some as well) -- so I won't focus on any in-depth character analysis here unless I believe it needs to be mentioned for this post to make sense.

After "Tessa" and unfortunately N scare off Uzi, N is trapped inside the collapsed mineshaft with his human counterpart nowhere to be found. Likely because of the list she needs to find and confronting Doll.

It is also revealed shortly after that Thad and Lizzie seem to be looking for someone, most likely the person being V. I've seen some points where it could be possible V sent out a signal, which may explain why this just suddenly happens. I wouldn't be surprised either if she found a way to send a signal to Khan as well -- unless he suddenly decided to be a good father and look for Uzi (who apparently seemed to be last on his list of reasons for disliking DD's) I think he got some sort of clue as to what was happening from V or another outside source. We already know he went through Nori's closet along with Uzi's blueprints for her railgun to get information.

Back to N, Cyn reveals that she lets his team keep their personalities because of him. Whether or not this is true is unclear, as she manipulates N and many others to sway things in her favor. It's almost as if she sees them as playthings for her entertainment.

When she shows N a memory from before, seemingly right after or around Earth's destruction, we can see a symbol come across his face.

"ACCESS DENIED CONTACT ADMIN 'DARKXWOLF17'"

I know many people have already seen this, but I believe that Uzi has either intentionally put a safety guard on both N and V from episode 5, or that she has unintentionally done this.

It would make sense if she made the active decision to do this, to prevent The Absolute Solver from trying to hijack V or N again. This is why I believe if Cyn were to try to erase or tamper V's memories, she'd run into Uzi's failsafe. I don't think she'd exclude V from her protection, but we really don't know V's fate for sure until episode 8.

N finally runs into Nori, and as previously mentioned she now has the correct cross. She mentions he looks familiar. It's not because he's a Disassembly Drone, she already mentions this fact a few lines prior. I still believe there is huge potential for N to have killed Nori. It seems to be long ago since neither seem to really recognize each other beyond Nori's statement.

DDs don't vary too much in model, aside from 'female' versus 'male' models. Along with that, the two had much more important events happening in their lives, and N looks vastly different in his "murder" state as opposed to his normal one.

We don't know what exactly happened to Nori that had her ending up down here. I have a speculation that she likely wasn't down in the research labs the entire time, or else she likely would have found the Patch much sooner.

Something I want to point out about Heart Nori is her attire.

She is seen wearing something akin to a mourning hat (aka a widow's cap). Clearly, she is alive (and she seems to be confident of Khan's state), so why exactly is she wearing this? The veil is meant for privacy for a woman's emotions while grieving, so what is she grieving?.

It could be Nori is grieving the life she once had or the life she could have had before Cyn came and destroyed it. She is mourning herself and her losses while trying to remedy them. I think the veil also symbolizes that she will likely be closed off to others, hence why she is so crass and straight to the point. Perhaps in the next episode, it will be removed when she potentially confronts Uzi.

It's clear Nori believes all the bad things in her daughter's life are because of her, as she states "I caused every horror in her life." But she doesn't just sit and wallow in her sorrows, she decides to remain pragmatic and address the situation as best as she can with her knowledge.

Back with Cyn, or "Tessa" as she claims to be, she is seen walking through the same area shown before where Yeva resided. It seems the drones experimented on were chained up for precautions, as we also see several magnets on each drone's head. One of the drones even seems to have its teeth out and oil-coated on them.

We see her entering into JCJenson's "Project Cabin-Fever Database" to find the list she had previously mentioned.

I won't lie, this part perplexes me. Cyn apparently wants to take these drones (and presumably any connected drones) down. I'm unsure if it means just the top two or the entire list. Does "corrupted" infer that the specific drone didn't survive The Solver? Or that The Solver actually worked on them? I'm assuming "No Effect" means exactly that: The Solver had no effect on them when trying to "infect" them with it.

Cyn purges the list after viewing this, perhaps because it says "PATCH.2.1.8" next to Yeva. She doesn't want anyone to find out about the patch. She presumes that both Yeva and Nori are dead, so this not being true doesn't contribute to the fact she purges this list.

Purging the list also seems to purge the entire room, as shortly after confirming the process the area explodes to pieces.

We have an interesting encounter with Cyn and Doll here. Doll obviously believes she is talking to a human, and she asks about the patch. Presumably, she knew about this patch for a long while, just needing the key bug that Uzi found in episode 4 to obtain it since it was located somewhere underneath Cabin Fever Labs. Apparently, Cyn also needed this key bug, as it seems she couldn't gain access with just Tessa's skin suit. She knew about the patch from her previous encounters with Nori and Yeva, so her goal was to destroy it.

She tells Doll she essentially doesn't need her to go through with her plans, insinuating it's already too late to stop Cyn. Of course, Doll doesn't know this and is attacked by Cyn's true form after this short altercation.

This is startling (not referring to the jump scare, though it did its job), as Cyn knows that she's close to completing her goal. She doesn't need Doll at all, she is just another obstacle to eliminate (which she does so gleefully).

We see the results of Cyn's attack on Doll. "Tessa" shows up quickly after, and uses that as a guise to kill Uzi. I don't think this is purposeful, as N and Uzi are already separated and unless Cyn knows N is approaching doesn't need to use Doll's death as an excuse to blame and kill Uzi.

Perhaps this bought Cyn more time if N showed, but I find it more likely as a happy accident, as N finds "Tessa" before she's about to pierce Uzi's core.

Although, I don't think Cyn actually expected N to kill "Tessa." I believe she thought that N and Tessa's relationship was too sturdy to have N ever consider hurting her, let alone beheading her. Along with the fact that Cyn no longer knows N as well as she previously did, especially since he met Uzi, she seems to have miscalculated N's priorities.

The following fight deserves a post of its own, along with the analysis of N and Uzi's relationship, so I won't go too deep into it now.

So skipping that entire section (for now) let's jump back to Cyn. After Uzi and N's hug session, we see Cyn take Doll's body, proceeding to eat the girl's heart (which is seen writhing before being consumed). We can assume that the host is not necessarily dead until their heart is destroyed -- likely a big reason Cyn gave the Disassembly Drones so many offensive tools and the capability to consume Worker Drones: she wanted to create as many opportunities as possible to prevent a heart from surviving.

This may also explain why Nori survived, and why Yeva is presumed to be dead. Unfortunately, this means Doll is gone for good.

Cyn is labeled as what looks to be 001 (or 1001). We know she's not labeled as one of the experiments on Copper-9, but what was she the first model of? A normal worker drone? She was at the very bottom of a huge trash pile in episode 5, so this plays out if she was one of the very first models, especially one that may have been disposed of improperly early on.

It's obvious that the Absolute Solver existed before Cyn, but was this the first time it was able to successfully claim a host? It seems that The Absolute Solver and Cyn are one, and always have been since Cyn reawakened. Humans must have had evidence of The Solver existing beforehand though, since Cyn was marked with an armband here.

Something else to note about episode five...

Other drones in this scene were also labeled 001 (or 1001) So I am assuming it's more of a batch number if anything.

Back to episode 7, it seems that Cyn had been in Tessa's skin for a long time. She likely died with the rest of the humans in the manor. It is intriguing how the skin hadn't rotted off, but let's assume that Cyn's Solver helps create flesh to keep up appearances and keep Tessa's skin... fresh. This can help explain the blood coming from "Tessa" in episode 6 when she's bitten by a Sentinel.

It seems that Cyn intends to consume both N and Uzi after revealing herself. She states that she's "Honestly starving," before disappearing down the flesh chasm made long ago.

We see Uzi after her sacrifice... somewhere seemingly in space. Let's assume that this isn't some sort of vision/dream/hallucination she's seeing and that Cyn isn't manipulating Uzi's surroundings.

What she's seeing is Copper-9 from outside the planet... this isn't a flashback, nor is it the planet exploding. Remember Copper-9's core imploded on itself and sent bits of the planet out, hence why everything there is frozen over. I think she's seeing the core of (or supposedly the lack-there-of-one) Copper-9 here.

What is the core supposed to be here then? I'm not sure if it's meant to be similar to Earth where the core is made up of extremely hot metals. But with it exposed there's less pressure to help keep the core from melting (again, assuming it has a similar structure to Earth).

Copper-9 is no longer habitable for humans, so the existence of these metals in the core doesn't make sense.

Let's take a look at the scene before this.

Me and a few others played with the idea that Uzi fell into a black hole at the bottom. While I think a fun theory, I don't think that makes sense. The yellow sparks likely have something to do with The Absolute Solver, and Uzi ending up hundreds (thousands?) miles away from Copper-9 and her loved ones.

The way the light sparks reminds me of when Doll would teleport from place to place. I think Uzi may have been teleported away by Cyn since it seems Cyn was planning on consuming both her and N. It may have been a fluke on Cyn's part, though of course, we won't know for a while. Maybe Nori was able to manipulate The Solver in some way to prevent Uzi's death. Or perhaps Nori is also going to be in space scavenging or trying to determine a way back to Copper-9.

That's all I have for now. I'm planning on making a separate post for N and Uzi in this episode specifically at some point, along with some other character analysis and some final moments for others.

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dazed-nymphsss · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧

┕━» eddie munson x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: SMUT (p in v, protected sex, choking, name-calling ((whore, babydoll, baby, etc.)), missionary), aftercare, language, adult themes. NO MINORS.

a/n: Season 4 has permanently scarred me so this is word vomit, do with it what you will. I'll come out with something more significant at some point, but for now, here is this. It's blurb time >:)

『•• eddie gives you some love and gives you what you've been craving ••』

Not edited or betaed

I think of you, I want you too, I'd fall for you -- cigarettes after sex, affection

"Shhh, baby, I know, I know just a little bit longer," Eddie crooned, his fingers gently brushing back loose strands of hair away from your gentle face.

Your expression was one that was contorted in pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth hanging open, releasing your fucked out, babbling nonsense as he drove into you with passion.

You had been begging to cum, begging him to edge you off that cliff and let you plummet into ecstasy. But you knew Eddie, and you knew that he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

He was going to make this last.

He was over you, letting out his own sounds of pleasure as he held your legs wrapped around his torso, making him hit deep. His tip hit your cervix firmly.

If he thought you were cock-drunk before, what he was doing now was scrambling your brain like eggs in a pan. You were entirely helpless under his lustful touch. And you loved it.

But you wanted more.

"Eddie," you called, voice rasped and pleading as your fingers grasped at the sheets below you.

"Yes, babydoll?"

"Choke me," you begged in your haze, your eyes coveying nothing but trust as one of your hands grabbed his, guiding it where you wanted it, "wrap your hand around my throat, Eds."

Eddie's movements were now slow, calculated, as he looked at you deep in thought. The thought of you trusting him with this, something so intimate, it did something to him.

Succumbing to your demands, he did as you wished, his hands tightening around the flesh of your throat, and you let your eyes roll back as he resumed his previous pace.

All that you could let slip from your lips were begging gurgles of his name, meanwhile, he was pressing his lips against your temple, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your hair as he implored you to cum. How he couldn't hold back anymore.

"You're doing so good for me, princess, so, so good"

"This what you wanted? Wanted me to wrap my fingers around your throat like a whore? Huh?"

"You drive me crazy, baby, fuckin' crazy, come on baby, cum for me"

At long last you felt the reprive of orgasm wash over you, making your already limited breath stop, each muscle in your body tensing, your legs shaking as he felt you tighten around his cock like a vice, unforgiving in its strength as you let pleasure consume you like it was a blood-hungry beast.

Your nirvana swallowed you, and with it, Eddie, as he let out a string of exaggerated curses before spilling into the condom, erratic jerks from his hips satisfying his primal urge to claim. To mark.

His hand released from your throat, making you take a desperate gasp of air, oxygen blooming in your lungs. He stayed rooted inside you as he let his lips drop from your temple and to your throat, where you let him satisfy his territorial desires.

He sucked large purple bruises onto your skin, staining you with what you could only describe to be him as you both gently floated down back to Earth.

When he finally let you go with a 'pop' of his lips, he leaned up on his elbows to get a good look at you. You were completely and entirely sated, your eyes also searching for his before you pulled him into a loving, gentle kiss.

His lips meshed with yours enthusiastically, letting your fingers gently smooth over his jaw and into his hair. But the kiss was stopped as quickly as it started as you pulled him back by the hair.

And he whimpered.

"Oh, you like that, Munson?" you teased, and he gave you a playful but deadly glare.

"Careful, it might get me wound up for a round two," he warned, sitting up and standing, before giving you a questioning look.

You gave him a simple nod before he pulled out of you, making you keen at the sensation it left behind as he waddled off to his bathroom to clean himself up.

After he did the same for you, carefully gliding the warm rag across your sweaty skin, making sure to tell you just how good you were for him, before tossing the rag away and giving you one of his shirts just in case his uncle came home and gave an unexpected appearance.

He hopped right into bed with you, making sure to hold you close in a warm, comforting embrace. Your head rested on his chest

"So hair-pulling, huh?" you chided, and Eddie chuckled, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling.

"Yeah. I mean, if you want to, we can save it for next time," he proposed.

"Yeah," you cuddled deeper into his chest, reveling in the solace it gave you.

Next time.

yeah, I know, not my best but it's just another blurb that was plaguing my brain hole. but in the meantime, send in those requests, I would love to hear your ideas!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie my love #eddie munson imagine #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb

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Continuing the series Miles and Gwen plague my thoughts, Morales-Stacy family version 😃

I personally like the original idea of the Earth-8 comic but I'll improve it with my touch.

First, I love that Miles and Gwen share last names. It's important both because it shows that Miles and Gwen are still their individual people, but they also love sharing each other's lives and that hyphenating shows that.

Their eldest daughter is not called Charlotte, but Elena. Elena Rio Morales-Stacy. In honor of her two grandmothers, since Elena is the Latin spelling of Helen, and Rio is kind of obvious, in addition to being a name that means light, which it would be for Miles and Gwen.

As for Max, his name is Aaron George Jefferson Morales-Stacy. Because there was no way Miles would stop honoring the most important men in his life, and Gwen would do it for her father too. Not to mention that the meaning of strong would be very appropriate.

Elena is 4 years older than Aaron and they would both have a good relationship with each other, despite normal sibling tensions. You know, sharing things, telling on each other, fighting on the roof of the house and breaking a chandelier once…

They would easily be the most beautiful children you would ever see in your life, I mean… have you looked at Miles and Gwen? The genes these kids inherited are insane! Beauty runs in the family blood.

I like to think that they are both a perfect balance of Miles and Gwen, and that Elena inherited Gwen's eyes while Aaron inherited Miles's. They would have curly hair and their skin tone would be more similar to Rio's.

To Rio's pride, btw, the two are bilingual, in addition to being well involved in the cultures of both parents. When Gwen became pregnant for the first time, she and Miles had a serious conversation about how they would raise their children, so both Elena and Aaron were raised in a Spanish-only household until they went to school. As Gwen at this point already spoke fluent Spanish, it wasn't a problem. Rio and Jeff also greatly influenced Elena and Aaron's early years of creation. You need to be proud of your roots after all!

Elena and Aaron, like their parents, would have a spider bond with each other, this being fraternal rather than the parents' obviously romantic one. Which would make them both very protective of each other, always letting them know that one is in danger. However, being her mother's daughter, Elena is the more protective of the two.

And this happens because Elena has a ridiculously refined and sensitive spider sense, something that Gwen suspects comes from herself, since from the films, it seems that Gwen has a spider sense beyond the ordinary and Elena would inherit it.

Aaron loves dancing. He especially likes breakdance and hip-hop, although he also knows salsa and ballet, being a popular dancer in the neighborhood where the family lives. Sometimes he participates in school competitions and the whole family enjoys watching. The Morales-Stacys are the best hypemans you will ever meet.

Elena is an excellent singer and is part of a band! Gwen and the Mary Janes sometimes like to go to rehearsals, and when they do a show, the whole family goes to watch. Elena also likes to sing in karaoke and at home.

Unlike Miles and Gwen, and just like Mayday, Elena and Aaron were born with spider powers. Therefore, Peter helped and continues to help a lot in their creation, having his own share of experience. He's Uncle Pete to them.

Elena and Aaron have a lot of uncles and aunts in general. Hobbie teaches them the importance of thinking for oneself and questioning absolutism (something both Miles and Gwen are grateful for), Pavitr brings sweets, practices dancing with Aaron, and the two of them plus Elena plan to break into the British museum. Gayatri also visits sometimes, helping Elena with her stage presence, as she is a model after all.

Noir and Ham always tell stories about their dimensions and this entertains the brothers a lot. Margo and Peni visit a lot too, as they and Gwen have game nights every Wednesday, as well as teaching lots of technological tricks.

Miles G. is a funny case in itself. Since I think he and Miles are going to become like brothers in Beyond, he definitely wanted to be present in the lives of his honorary nephews, and as soon as both Elena and Aaron were a year old, he started visiting them… and both of them cases, kids think he is their father and then confused because "daddy has a twin now?" when the two are together.

Well, that's what came to my mind. Thank you and good morning!

#gwen stacy #miles morales #gwiles #ghostflower #spiderverse

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our-destiny · 11 months

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If you’re comfortable with it can I request a blurb or headcannons (whatever you prefer) with yandere Bucky Barnes with a darling who never wears anything that goes above the knee but eventually they get comfortable (assuming they haven’t been yoinked at this point) with Bucky that they take a chance and wear something that’s above the knee, and they just have a lot of SH scars on their thighs. I struggle with it still so it’d be v comforting.

That or a darling with an eating disorder because they feel like they don’t deserve to eat, or others deserve it more than them (I also struggle with this) (multiple skill issues on my part👎)

Tyyy!

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Thank you for sending in a request, in this post I'll do SH scars but I'll do another post for an ED, and I'll link it here when I'm done. Anyway, we're gonna do headcanons! <33 Also I hope this helps comfort you bb

Yandere Bucky sees GN!Darling's self harm scars

Trigger Warnings: Self harm (both past and present), implied suicide, stalking, kidnapping, Bucky's a perv and watches you change + a sappy note at the end from yours truly - if I missed anything please let me know

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First off, our baby boy here definitely stalks you, and has probably seen your scars when he'd watches you get changed (little pervert). So when he sees you wearing something that shows them, he won't be very surprised. Chances are he'll just gloss over them and not mention them to hopefully make you more comfortable. But let's talk about how he first felt when he saw them.

Bucky was absolutely heartbroken when he saw them. You hurt yourself? Why? He thinks you're the best person in the world, he would move Heaven and Earth for you, what made you do that? He's not judging you, no he would never. He's just worried.

He probably stays awake at night for the first few days when he finds out. Worrying if he's gonna lose you, or if he's done something wrong. His stalking gets more intense, wanting to make sure you don't do it again, or hurt yourself worse.

If they're fresh ones he thinks about confronting you. About giving you a long speech about how he loves you, trying to intervene and help. But then he remembers that you don't know he knows. He shouldn't know. So that idea gets scrapped. So now he has two options.

1. Take you home with him (he doesn't like the word ''kidnap'') so he can physically stop you, even if he has to tie you up or lock you somewhere.

Or 2. Physically stop you by just taking away whatever you're using to hurt yourself. Knives would be the easiest, he'd just take them when you weren't looking, and if you bought more he'd take them, too. But if it's something else (your own nails, burning yourself, hitting yourself) he'd have to do something else. In that case, he'd be forced to take you, to keep you by his side and under his watch so you didn't hurt the person he loves any more.

Either way he is incredibly worried, and would act as soon as possible to try and help you from the shadows. He'd also insist that he's here for you, that you can call him whenever you want, even if it's the middle of the night, your safety comes above anything of his. He just wants to make sure you stay by his side, and happy. Is that so bad?

If they were old ones and healed up he wouldn't be as worried but still heartbroken.

Even the thought you did something like that just makes him want to cradle you and kiss your cute face all over, reassure you for hours on end. But he can't, because you don't know that he knows.

Either way, he becomes a lot more clingy and reassuring, telling you he's here for you if you should ever need him and showering you with even more love. Again, once you actually showed him, he wouldn't mention it or make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into talking. But if you do want to talk, he's all ears. And has snacks and cuddles at the ready to comfort you.

As always, don't hesitate to reach out if you are struggling, there are many resources available to help you, pkease use them. Even if you feel no one cares, I care. And I love you. So take care of yourselves <33

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Hey Goldy!

We know Jimin is an amazing person. I very much appreciate his high emotional intelligence. It's sad to see some fans belittling Jungkook and saying that he's not enough for Jimin. Especially when he decided to release Golden instead of spending time to be hands-on w/ his solo album.

What do you think of those people saying that Jungkook should do more for Jimin, bec it looks like Jimin is the only one who's open to show how much he cares for Jungkook? I mean, I don't know if those people even took the time to appreciate the support Jungkook gave Jimin during Face, still, it seems like it's not enough. How do you see Jungkook's way of loving and appreciating Jimin?

Thank you!

Thanks so much for the respect you have for Jungkook I feel sooo at ease with you. Just thank you.

I think it starts with appreciation no one will get anywhere with me if the conversation is about belittling all the good work Jungkook does towards especially Jimin. The question is not that he's not doing enough- its should he or could he and does he need to do more for Jimin???

On that my answer is, they could all do more for eachother there's always room for improvement and sometimes they have to choose eachother fuck every one and everything else.

They all have their strengths. Between the two I think Jungkook risks his career more often for them than Jimin does while Jimin is the one more prone to consistent show of affections between the two.

Jungkook doesn't show out often but when he does show up he shows out- the earth quakes the sky bleeds our butts shiver and Hybe passes out from the stress of it.

Jimin is naturally kind warm and affectionate and he does care for Jungkook in a way that says it's obvious Jungkook means more to him than anyone else- even V whom he calls his soulmate.

I love when at the round table the members were asked to guess who Jimin wrote his letter to and everyone said Jungkook- I think Jin is the one who says Jimin is very predictable in that way.

It's nice to see him cater to Jungkook consistently. If it's an act he never breaks character and he takes that role seriously and he is not afraid to make big gestures too for Jungkook and I see why people love that about him. In fact I love that about him a lot.

But I love Jungkook too. I love how he's quietly losing his mind most times, quietly loving him impatiently- it's like a boiling water in a pot. Just because you only see it when the lid is sliding off don't mean the water wasn't boiling all along.

It takes real maturity to understand Jungkook. It takes depth and nuance to appreciate the kind of person he is. He is impatient with his love and over the years nothings tested his patience more than loving Jimin the way Jimin wants to be loved.

I think Jimin knows what Jungkook is capable off. I know what Jungkook is capable of. He is not a coward. He's a storm constantly being tamed and restrained.

Jimin self regulates he's the epitome of control- well not when he was young though dude was all over the place messy but the man he's grown into has worked on mastering his self control.

I don't think it's fair to compare them this way. They are two unique individuals what Jimin does for Jungkook should matter only to Jungkook and no one can appreciate Jungkook better or worse than Jimin himself.

It's a relationship. If they are not happy with each other's efforts in the relationship they are free to exit the relationship or stay and work it out🙂

But I'm not gonna lie, I love Jungkook very much for Jimin very very much😩

If I went shopping for a boyfriend for Jimin I'll take Namjoon Tae Suga and drop them at the counter cos Kook is all I can afford 🙂

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 1 year

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TB S2 EP 13 THOUGHTS!

True, Omega has gotten really good with being a soldier. She's staying cool in high tension situations, she has good aim, thinks on her feet and outsmarts her opponents easily. But Phee is right, Omega hasn't gotten to just be a kid for a while now. She deserves to have a proper childhood

LOVED seeing Hunter's enhanced senses at work. Sometimes I catch myself going "froce sensitive?" just because he's so hyper-aware

^this is just based on him grabbing that dudes wrist when he tried to take his money

THAT MOMENT WHEN WRECKER GOT UP WHEN THE GUY WAS ALL "shoulda brought more muscle" BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR BITCH

Phee shooting that guy under the table like damn girly alright

"Yes, I am playing against myself. It is the only time this game is a challenge." YES BABY TELL 'EM ALL HOW SMART YOU ARE🤍🤍🤍

"We never had such a thing. I do not see the issue." Oh,,,, oh Tech Baby. Stop telling people how dumb you are🤍🤍🤍

Hunter did look like he was mulling over Phee's words

CID CAN GO AND :)

"Our mutually beneficial agreement wasn't so beneficial,,, mutually." Hunter your himbo is showing babes

HHHHH OKAY IT'S SUBTLE BUT!!! When Phee types in the coordinates to Pabu, her hand lands on Tech's shoulder. He briefly glances down at it, somewhat skeptically, and then she lifts it off again, before patting his shoulder and his eyes widen a little bit and maybe im too invested in this ship and I'll be quiet now bye

PABU IS SO PRETTY OMG

I LOVE that Phee isn't like a pirate-pirate. Like I thought she was shady but dang, she's just taking back people's heritage that was stolen from them and I LOVE IT

"Got some competition." WAAAAHH I KNEW IT

"Welcome" "Welcome" "Welcome" "Welc-" "PUT IT THERE" WRECKER I LOVE YOU

"Lots of food, drink and general merrimaking," points at Tech, "You'll probably hate it. It'll be great." Tech rolls eyes

^YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

NO BECAUSE BECAUSE Tech is the sassy b in the squad and Phee switching her flirting technique from "hi there good looking" to "lol dumb b" IS EXACTLY WHAT OUR BOY WANTS AND SHE FCKING KNOWS IT

AND THEN IT WORKS BC TECH TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT HER WHEN THEY SPLIT AND HE'S LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE AND THEN HE HAS THE LITTLE SMILE AND DOWN ANGLED FACE AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"I have not heard her laugh like that in some time." Heeeeessss learniiiiing (that Phee was right lol)

"As a father, you couldn't ask for a better place to raise a child." Okay, glad we're all on the same page. Like, I'm glad all we gotta do is take one goddamn look at Hunter and just go "Dad."

I know it's supposed to be a joke again, but like Wrecker being full for the first time? That's so sad. Imagine going to bed hungry EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Being full for the first time is something to remember, Tech should be writing it down.

Omega and Lyana bonding on the boat was so sweet!!

Phee getting Tech away from his datapad to get him to appreciate life's beauty IS MAKING MY HEART SO FULL

"Pretty spectacular, right?" <- Phee using the word spectacular, even though its not in her usual vocabulary, because she's generally more succinct and down to earth, but it's totally a word Tech would use

"I suppose... that is... one way to... quantify it." <- Whenever Tech talks about data or research (topics without emotional involvement) his sentences flow nicely and evenly and he gets about 100 out in 2 seconds. Whenever he has to talk about emotions or emotions are involved in the conversation suddenly he gets quieter and his sentences have less of a flow. He doesn't stutter, but he needs a minute to get them out. hmm yes very interesting.

Hunter checking in with the girls, so cute

Omegas learned a lot and has been pretty secure in her ability, but hearing her sound so scared when the wave came? dang. loved that she immediately called hunter though. V sweet :)

TECH AND PHEE WORKING TOGETHER

PHEE HOLDING ON TO TECH TO GET UP THE WALL HEHEHEHEHEHHE

Not a single 'fear of heights' comment from Wrecker when climbing that ladder. Proud of him :)

Tech pushing through that crowd to check on his bro THE CUTENESS

Wrecker side-hugging the mayor when he's looking at all the destruction I CAN'T THAT'S SO SWEET

So,,, so Phee and Tech just move as a unit now, huh... very interesting

Phee not letting Tech disturb Omega, Lyana, and Wrecker and him listening to her so quickly just,,, I think she'll end up helping him connect to/understand human emotion better and show him how to navigate relationships and I'm SO HERE FOR IT

Like she knows people and is clearly good with relationships, and he recognises that and trusts her to point him in the right direction, WHICH HE DIDN'T AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!!!

"We could stay and help out with things."

"I had the same idea."

"Did you, now?"

cue cute smiling at eachother

WAAAAAAAA MY BABIES!!!!

10/10 episode, made my heart v happy. Dave Filoni, I have left your walls, you may live in peace until next week.

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wintertimestoryteller · 10 months

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Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

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saradika · 11 months

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— WASTELAND, BABY

vi. like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to

[masterlist] | [part v]

boba fett x f!reader

rated E - 3k

tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, mentions of violence & wounds, some reconning of mando s3, flirting, (f) masturbation and lewd daydreams

You never thought you’d want to go outside the city walls, but you find a trip into wasteland isn’t quite so scary the second time.

If you thought you understood busy in this new world - you were wrong.

The last few days had been a blur - setting aside rations, helping pack up supplies. Getting things ready for a long trip, trying to anticipate anything that would be needed.

The settlement just to the east had finally reached out for help, using the last of their caps to pay off the Gunners. Who had promptly disappeared, leaving room for the Raiders to descend like vultures.

The locals had kept them at bay for now, but it was only a matter of time until they grouped in larger numbers, and wiped out their food and supplies.

There had been hours of discussion, something you had not been privy to, but you'd soaked up details from all your running around.

That Boba had agreed to help them, in exchange for absorbing some of their assets into Mos Espa.

The settlement was rich with farmland, pockets of rich earth where the radiation was not as strong. Much better suited than the fields of sand that the Palace looked over.

To not have to travel and trade for crates of mutfruit and tatos would benefit many. And so, you helped prepare.

You had volunteered, even, to help with getting the settlement fixed up. You'd gotten good at that lately - at fixing things.

Carefully watching Din tinker, enough to where he'd been asking you questions more often than not. Armed with your books from the Vault and your Pip-Boy, there were all kinds of schematics to pull up and adjust.

And - and this was something you kept to yourself - the thought of being left alone in the city for a few weeks seemed too much to bear. You'd gotten too used to seeing your few friends, afraid you'd want to stay in your room without them.

That it would feel like being in the Vault, again. Just left to wait.

Funny that being left in a bustling city would make you feel so alone, but for some reason - it did.

Even funnier was the thought of you wanting to leave the city for the Wasteland - something that would have seemed absolutely impossible, all those weeks ago.

And so, you packed your own things. The tools and some clothes, and one of your books. An old quilt, something you had traded for - a prized possession.

Figuring if they didn't allow you to come with, you'd hang back - sneak in with some of the group in the back.

Something you had been right to anticipate - a shadow passing over you, so much like that first meeting. As you had sat on the bottom set at the base of the Palace, adjusting the leather bag, the pouches at your waist.

Boba - always seeming to find you. Thick arms crossed over his chest as his boot tapped against yours, grabbing your attention, "And what do you think you're doing?"

You hand shielded your eyes against the sun as you peered up at him, "Just doing a last check for this afternoon."

"You should stay here with Djarin." His voice was flat, one that he uses in the Palace.

Leaving little room for dispute.

Din - who was also not happy at being left behind.

You hadn't understood the meaning when Boba had told him "it would be good practice for you to look out for Mos Espa", but you had caught the crinkle of amusement around his eyes.

"I want to go. To help." You had insisted, anways. "I've been training with Din for weeks now. I can handle myself."

Unable to help but smiling, "Besides, you'll be there, right? I'll be safe with you."

There had been something in his eyes when you said that. You had meant it light-heartedly, an attempt to ease his worries. A call back to the beginning, how you had clung to his shadow.

It was true - it was something that you trusted. That whereever he went, you wanted to go, too.

Sharp words had cut into your thoughts, "I'll be too busy to keep an eye out for you, sen’ika."

Old you might have backed off. Old you might have just agreed - but taking the first offer isn't something you did anymore.

In the Wasteland, that led to you getting dicked over by traders, those looking to make as many caps as you can.

You had pushed yourself up, the bag slinging over your shoulder. His eyes followed you, that mark still carved between his eyebrows.

"If Din isn't going, you'll need another set of hands that can fix things." You pointed out.

His head had tilted, "I can fix things just fine."

Your lips quirked then, catching him.

"Even if you're too busy?"

It's had been a stalemate, a low creak of his gloves as his fingers curled into fists.

Reluctantly, he agreed.

Not so much in words - still frowning as his gaze had swept across your face, and then down to your bag. Before he gave a curt nod, and you were off and following behind him again.

Joining the group of now five, heading off into the Wasteland. Fennec shooting you a smirk when you pulled up next to her side.

Knowing you’d try to come, not bothering to dissuade you. Knowing that in this traveling party, you’d be fine.

In the rear of your group had been more muscle, two more newcomers to Mos Espa. Returning with Boba some weeks ago, soon after you first arrived.

Rescued from the Combat Zone. An arena of dread, of fighting to the death for caps. Working towards a freedom that was always just out of grasp.

Though you’re not sure if that term recused is accurate. Liberated might be more accurate.

From your quiet eavesdropping while shadowing Fennec, they seemed loyal enough. Given it willingly to the man who had broken those heavy doors down, had rid the room of the Raiders and filth boxing them in.

Bringing three survivors back with him, when it was all over.

Another Ghoul - tall and proud. Charon, with thatch of red hair that matched the visible muscles and tendons at his cheeks. Dressed in dark leathers and who spoke in a rasping growl when he must.

Standing even taller was Black Krrsantan, covered head-to-toe with black fur. It was hard to resist peeking at him in the Palace - you had never met a Wookie before - but the angry scar across his eye and the growling dialect in a language you didn’t quite understand had you nervous to get caught.

The third gladiator had stayed in Mos Espa. A red-haired women you hadn’t officially met - complaining for a moment about missing the fun before moving on. Already forgetting her disappointment, by the time she reached the bar.

That had been over a week ago. After almost a full afternoon of walking to get to the settlement. Less than 15 miles - another thing that had thrown you off about this new world.

No more gas-powered vehicles. Almost everyone travelled on foot - going a little bit slower that that, even, with Boba's power armor.

Something that was needed, if the Gunners or Raiders decided to stop by again.

The trip would have taken 30 minutes, in your old life. Now, it took 6 hours to reach Pika Oasis.

Another name you hadn't remembered from before. Another place that had changed and become its own, in the last 200 years.

A name that you felt was a little exaggerated, when you had finally arrived. Not an oasis, not at all. Barely 20 people, in a place that might be considered a village at best.

It grew on you, though. After the sprawling Mos Espa, the open landscape of Pika Oasis feels like a breath of fresh air. Spanning no more than a mile or two, from end-to-end.

A single, wide dirt road running through it, a splitting off here and there and leading to a nest of houses. Everything building out from an old main street - the remaining storefront set up to sell the local produce and necessities. An old, chrome diner bumping up against it.

If you followed the path out of town, the northern edge met a natural border against a river, emptying out into a lake.

The water was clean there, for the most part.

Generators purifying it further. A tidy field of mutfruit trees tucked off to the side. A much larger field of tatos and carrots that took up an acre of the town, each.

It reminded you of the Farmhouse, on your first week. The thriving farm it had been in your old life. Good people just trying to survive.

And you adapt to the days spent there, just like you had in Mos Espa. Welcoming the change of pace from the busy city.

Enjoying that the help you gave actually made a tangible difference. Seeing the green sprouts poke up the days following your afternoon in one of the tilled fields.

Homes patched up and walls repaired. People feeling safer, with door that shut and floors that are sturdy.

And at night - you're stuffed like sardines among the few structurally-sound houses. Sharing the space with the families that already live there. Bed rolls tucked wherever you could - in a kitchen, or if you were lucky - on a couch.

Splitting watches that run from morning to evening, keeping an eye on the edges of town that are unprotected by the river or the long chain-link fence that follows the far field. Shared with either members of the town, or with those you travelled with.

Morning were spent stopping by the cantina, trading a few caps for a warm meal. Deeply discounted - with how much you're all doing to help - but you always try to give a little extra from what you have saved up. It's your second-favorite part of the day.

Your first-favorite is the evenings.

When the sun dips below the range of hills, when it gets too dark to work. When everyone meets up again, grouping in small pockets, huddling around fires. The warmth from the day turning into a chill that reminds you of autumn, though you aren't even sure what month it is, anymore.

Sharing both food and stories. News from across the Wasteland, whispers traded from travelers passing by.

Descriptions of things seen that feel unbelievable. Some sort of armored crustacean - two stories tall and spitting deadly acid. Mutated bears with razor sharp claws.

And sometimes - in the evening light of the fire, you have your own stories to tell.

Not from before. You don't have the heart to voice those. Preferring to keep the wrapped closed, tucked away in your chest.

But you have the ones that brought you comfort. The ones you know by heart.

Curious eyes peeking over your shoulder as you read one night. Unable to read the words themselves, so the few children had asked. Enamored by the embossed gilded cover, the carefully and colorfully illustrated frontispiece.

Fingers running over the letters and hands pressing into your shoulders to get a better look. A little girl seating herself in your lap with the confidence that only a child has, waiting expectantly for you to share.

And so, you do.

With a wavery voice that slowly but surely grows strong.

Spending more time explaining things than actually reading. Drawing crude outlines in the dust of pumpkins, castles, dragons. Weaving stories of love and revenge and heartbreak, and soon - they aren't the only ones.

There's more faces around the fire. Ones you've been working with, during the day. Your cheek burning as the kids insist on voices - which you do your best on. Deepening your voice for the handsome knight, small squeaks for the mice that come to help the maiden.

A small moment of peace and solace, after a long and hard day.

It’s the beginning of a slow routine. The children gathering around for the next fairy tale as you crack the long volume open. Carefully shooed away by grateful parents as the story winds down.

Night after night, until your spot becomes a fixture.

But he lingers, tonight. With dark, watching eyes as you laughed and smiled - still feeling a bit foolish under his gaze.

Waiting until you're alone until he comes to slip into the rickety chair next to where you sit. Sun-bleached wood with uneven legs. Your head tips up and you smile, as he tilts forward - elbows resting on armored knees.

"It's good of you to do this." Boba tells you, as you shift.

Uncurling your legs to stretch them out on the stone, your back resting against a crate. Preening from his compliment, as you shrug, "It's nothing. It's fun to see them so excited."

"Did you bring that with you from Mos Espa?"

"I did." You tell him, your nose wrinkling with embarrassment, as you rest the book on your thighs, "I couldn't resist bringing it. Especially to somewhere new."

He doesn't say anything, his thumb rubbing thoughtfully over his lip as he hums in acknowledgment. Your eyes drop down to watch the small sweep, before they dart away.

"I'm sure it sounds silly, but these stories are comforting." The flicker of the fire draws your gaze, as you turn to face it. Drawn back into remembering, "My mother used to read similar ones to me when I was younger."

You smile then, a burning ache in your chest, a half-laugh.

"I used to get so sucked in. She'd wind up so upset with me because she'd be talking, and I wouldn't even be listening." The memories of then meld with the ones you have now. A fuzzy figure with hands on her hips. Lying still in her sleep, years of waiting ahead.

Your voice softens, "I was already gone, and in whatever world I was reading about. Used to want a life like that so badly. Like in the stories."

His smile is small, thoughtful. No more than a curve of lips beneath softened eyes. The expression is tender, one you're not used to seeing. One that sends your stomach into somersaults. Your breath catches as he leans closer.

"So, you wanted to be a princess?" He husks, that small smile growing wider as your head snaps back.

"Oh, nothing like that. I’m not-" Your hands come to cover your face, shielding yourself with them as you lean against his chair.

He interrupts you with a soft rumble of his laugh, thick fingers finding your own, and then peeling them back. His hand is so much bigger than your own as he grasps it, for just a second.

“Mmm. Aren’t you?” Boba asks, as his fingers linger - so close to you face.

You don’t have an answer. Well maybe you do - but it catches in your chest, where your heart seems to flutter. A flex of your fingertips where they press down into his skin.

He’s close from the way he curls down towards you - a twist of broad shoulders dipping towards his spread thighs. You face still tipped up, unable to look away.

That moment hovers for just a second, before he's letting go. Hands folding in his lap, but you can still feel the warmth. Lingering, like the way your eyes still are.

A question in his - a moment, before he asks it.

"Are you on watch tonight?"

That tension persists, as your head still rests against the edge of the chair. The light from the fire warms his eyes, and for a moment, you forget what he asked you.

There's the quirk of his lips and a small tilt of his head. A stretch of his legs bumps his thigh against your shoulder, as you blink.

"Uhm, no." You manage. "Not until tomorrow. I was on the morning shift today with Charon.”

Up long before the crack of dawn - the sky still a worn, weathered grey. Time passing quickly even with a near-silent companion - still running through the rest of your duties when you had finished.

"Ah," Boba's eyes flick up to the dimming sun - dipping over the hills. Sounding almost disappointed, as he estimates the time, "You should get some sleep then."

You fight off a yawn at the mention of rest.

Aware again of the bone-tiredness that these full days of work had brought. Not thinking as you use his leg as a support to haul yourself up, until you feel the muscles flexing beneath your fingers - his hand resting on the small of your back to steady you.

"Thank you," Your smile is shy, "I will."

Starting to head back to the old house where your bedroll is - before you're turning. Seeing how his eyes still linger, as he watches you.

"Are you on watch then, too?" You ask. Wondering, hoping that maybe, you might see him.

He regards you for a moment, as if he wishes his answer was different, "No, just tonight. Need to check the full perimeter, there's a spot I've been keeping my eye on."

You wilt a little at that - before wishing him luck.

"Be careful out there."

One that he returns with a smile - a white flash of teeth in the dark.

"Always am, Princess."

Your cheeks burn with the nickname, as you set off towards your room again.

Unable the fight back your smile, once you’re alone.

———

Sleep doesn’t come so easily tonight.

Even with the long morning and longer day, you find yourself tossing and turning.

Moments flick like pictures in your mind. Eyes closed as memories of Mos Espa morph into just memories of him.

That day when Boba first found you.

The Power Armor, when he had stepped from it.

The way he sits on the throne, thighs spread wide.

Eventually idling, on the conversation you just had. On his smile, the way he called you Princess, with that pretty accent of his.

More than aware of how your heart kicks up a beat at just the memory. A twist in your belly that drifts lower, pooling between your thighs.

The name repeating in your mind, the look in his eyes as he had said it. Your hand drifts unconsciously to the place where you throb, the press of the heel of your hand against your clit.

Your hips flex into the touch. A quick glance around to make sure you’re still alone, before your fingers dip beneath.

Muffling a whimper when you slip between your folds, finding yourself already so wet. Dragging it up to circle the sensitive bud, over and over.

There had been no real time for this since you’ve arrived, and now the images from before turn filthy in your aching desperation. Unable to deny the desire any longer.

Kneeling between his thighs on the dias, your mouth open and waiting.

Grinding yourself against the thigh of his Power Armor. His praise low and modulated through the helmet.

The way he filled your doorway that night, wishing that he had just come right back and filled you instead.

Your teeth grit, as you whine. Turning on your side to press your face against the pillow. So worked up, so deprived that your release hits you more quickly than ever before.

Stealing your breath as you tremble, a soft gasp breaking free into the night. Eyes sliding shut as the pleasure pulses, fingers pressing and circling greedily until it becomes too much.

This time - your brain is clear, as you settle down into your bedroll. Those images softening, turning into dreams instead.

Sleep comes quickly, then.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count 2.8k

Summary: You and Jake talk, resolving some things but also leaving more open.

Masterlist

Chapter 12

Chapter 13: Hope & Purgatory

Group Chat: Your Favorite Hoes

Members: Lydia, Beth

Lydia: I just found out about the bet and all the other bullshit. I’m so sorry, sweetie.

You: It’s over so there’s not much to think about anymore

Lydia: Your boy is hurting too.

You: He’s not my concern anymore

Beth: He obviously cares about you after what he did today

Lydia: ??

You: Creepy Bill left flowers at my house, Jake called in a favor from a friend and now I have a security system and a shiny restraining order

You: What about you and Rooster?

Lydia: It’s definitely in the “It’s complicated” category. I’m pissed he went out his way to expose Hangman, but it’s ultimately Hangman’s mess to fix

Lydia: I’ll let you know, I talked with him. Probably told him too much of your backstory, but I think he’s the real deal and really cares about you.

Lydia: I told him about Liam

You: It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s over.

Beth: Elsa, for once in your life don’t go scorched earth on a guy

You: I know you guys both want me to have a happy ending, but this is my life and it’s not like that.

Beth: I know what that means, you’re done talking about this

Lydia: Sweetie, we’re here for you

You: I know that, love you guys.

You immerse yourself in work to fill the void you feel. You imagine your heart hardening like a scar, not healing like a wound.

It's Thursday afternoon when you get a text from Jake.

Jake: El, I really need to talk to you. I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow and I don't know how it's going to turn out. I get this is a selfish ask.

You have no energy to protest; you figure this talk will at least bring some closure. The way you've been trying to figure out Jake and you has exhausted you.

You: I'll be home by 5:30, you can come by if you want

As you walk up to your house, Jake is sitting on the steps, elbows on his knees, hand clasped together. You curse your traitorous heart as it does that little flutter when Jake locks eyes with you. Unlocking the door you wave him in.

For once in his life, Jake looks unsure of himself and looks around awkwardly for somewhere to sit. You wave at the sofa, wincing when you think of what happened there the last time you were together at your house.

He sits on the sofa and you sit on an armchair, desperate to put some distance between you two. He slides down to the end of the sofa closest to you. There is nervousness written all over his face and a new bruise on his cheekbone.

“Where did you get that?” you ask, desperate to break the silence in some way.

“Rooster, clocked me during training,” he replies sheepishly.

“For that stunt you pulled at the Hard Deck?”

“No, I brought up his dead dad and his history with Maverick. I was being an idiot and trying to make him hurt in some way. Stupid kid stuff, I deserved this.” He points to the bruise.

“I’m not going to disagree with that assessment.”

Jake reaches out and takes your hand, in the split second you hesitate to considering pulling it back, he starts talking,

“Elsa, I don’t know where to start. I’ve fucked up, majorly. I should have told you about the bet, I shouldn’t have taken it all, I was already planning on trying to talk to you and Rooster, fucking Rooster, laid down the bet and youtook it like a fish on hook. I don’t know what it is about him that fucking riles me up so much. But that's on me, I made that stupid choice and I'm hoping to God that it's not going to haunt us for the rest of our lives.”

He takes another deep breath and continues.

“"Elsa, I don't know what to call what we have going on here, but I know this isn't some extended hookup situation. I'm feeling a lot of things I can't name and for once in my life they're not coming from my dick. I get why you’re keeping at an arm’s distance, Lydia told me about Liam.”

“I know, she told me.”

“I can’t begin to understand that level of betrayal and how deep that must have cut. But, I’m not Liam.”

“Jake, we both got into this knowing it was temporary, that you were here only for a few weeks. That this was just a little bit of fun," you say looking away, the earnestness in Jake's eyes overwhelming you.

“I know, I know," he sighs,

"That’s what I thought this was, but this is different. This isn’t some summer fling. I get the tantalizing glimpses into who really are and then they’re gone. I get why you’ve got this shell around you,it’s survival. You wouldn’t be where you are in this world, be the amazing person you are, if it hadn't been there to protect you, but some time you're going to crack that shell open and be vulnerable.”

You scoff,

“That’s easy for you to say, you just act like a cocky asshole to keep everyone away."

Jake nods, squeezing your hand,

“If it had been anybody else that night at the bar I wouldn't have given it a second thought and written you off as a bitch. I've had my balls busted enough times to have figured it out. I brought out the full Jake “Hangman” Seresin Experience and you didn’t care. You didn't want Hangman, you wanted to get to know just Jake. It's been a really long time since somebody did that. So when you rightfully called me on my bullshit you had me hooked. I don't back down from a challenge so I had to try again.”

“That and $500,” you ruefully laugh.

“Forget the bet, I didn’t collect it.”

“That’s supposed to make me feel better, not feel like a fucking trophy, just another notch on your bedpost?” you spit, the anger lurking under the surface finally breaking out.

He looks into your eyes, and puts his other hand over yours that is still clasped in his,

“I know it’s not enough, Elsa, but if you let me I will spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to you. I’m not those other guys, I’m not Liam. You're so God damn smart, so fucking hot, no wonder guys are intimidated by you. They wanted to tear you down to their level instead of striving for yours. I would be so god damn proud to have the privilege to go through this life with you. Those boys who left weren't me, they weren't man enough to be worthy of a woman like you. I just might be if you let me in and give me a chance to love you.”

The word love hangs in the air like a bomb slowly falling to the earth, you can see it in Jake’s eyes as he looks at you. You turn your head away, and say,

“Jake, I don't know what else I can say. I can only give so much of myself if this isn't for the long haul. Your career is as important to you as mine is to me. I can't give you my heart and have you halfway across the world for months at a time or moving from military base to base, playing the happy Navy wife. There are things I want to achieve and I can’t just give up everything I’ve worked for on a hunch.”

His shoulders sag,

“It's okay, Elsa. I understand it, but I don't have to like it. But it’s a start and that’s more than enough for me, right now. I don't know about anything else, but it's a start."

He starts to stand, knowing he has said his piece. You follow him to the door. Jake pauses before he opens the door and turns around and opens his arms in an invitation for an embrace.

You look into his eyes, blink a few times, swallow hard, and take a deep breath. For once in your life, you take the step forward into his arms. His hug is almost crushing with its intensity, but you can feel some of the tension flow out of his body. He kisses your forehead and murmurs,

“It’s a start, El. It’s a start.”

He starts to break the embrace to leave, and you reach your hand up to his cheek. You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him gently,

“Come back to me, Jake.”

“I will,I will," he says inside the kiss.

And with that he leaves and your door quietly closes. The silence is unbearable in your house. For the second time in a week, you slump down your door and start to cry.

Later that night you get a text message.

Jake: I’ll be out of contact for the next four days. Just know that I’m thinking about you and I’ll be at your side the second I’m back if you let me. Take care, El.

–

The next four days are absolutely agony. You don't have a name for where Jake and you are, but it feels like standing on the edge of a cliff with Jake holding his hand and saying, “Jump with me.”

To pass the time and do something other than work and undertake a punishing workout schedule, you meet Lydia and Beth for dinner in Little Italy Saturday night.

You've settled in and decided to split a bottle of wine, a nice nero d'avola from Sicily.

You lob out the first question to Lydia,

“So what’s going on with you and Rooster?”

Lydia laughs,

“Fuck if I know. I ended up chewing him out after Jake let me know about his antics at the bar. I was more angry that he had fucked up something good for you, forget Hangman. You know me, you know how I am when I’m angry.”

You chuckle remembering an epic break up in college where the guy had cheated on Lydia and the fallout.

“Did you throw anything?”

“Not this time, there was nothing in reach, honestly. I left pissed off, ignored his calls and texts, but the next day he showed up at my house after work with flowers. We talked, acknowledged that it was ultimately Hangman’s shit to deal with but that it was still a really really shitty thing to do. I forgave him, for some reason, and I think we’re good now. I just want him back in one piece.”

“What is it between those two?” Beth asks, grabbing a bite of bruschetta.

“Bob says those two have been at each other's throat since training started. They’re like oil and water.”

You snort,

“More like gunpowder and flame, honestly those two just need to have the fist fight, pissing contest, or whatever they need to settle their weird alpha male energy. Although, Rooster did give Jake a good shiner.”

“I know right? Can’t say it wasn’t undeserved, Hangman brought up Rooster’s dad. He died in a training accident flying with Maverick when Rooster was a kid,” Lydia adds.

You nod in agreement while sipping your wine. Lydia lobs the question back,

“What with you and Hangman? Rooster said he came back Thursday night in a strangely good mood."

You put down your wine and take a deep breath,

“We talked. It’s not fixed, but I think we understand each other more. I’m trying to be open to all this.”

Lydia smiles,

“Is someone finally thawing your heart out?”

Beth snickers next to you.

“As cliche as that is, I’d say yes. There’s a possibility there that wasn't there before," you say.

“Alright, Beth, you’re the last to go. How's this thing going with Bob?” you ask.

She smiles and is lost in a flash of memory before she blushes.

“It’s good, you’d never know just how interesting he is unless you slow down and make an effort. I think that’s why he seems bland compared to all the over the top personalities of the rest of the squadron. He’s definitely the strong silent type.”

“You think this could be a long term thing?” you ask.

“I don’t know, they’re all here on temporary assignment so I haven’t given it much thought,” she replies, “I’m a little gun shy after Leo. But, Bob seems to get that and is letting me set the pace.”

“You and Rooster, Lydia? Long term potential?” you ask, curious where they stand.

She is oddly silent for a long time, “For once I actually hope so. I thought this was just going to be a good night’s fuck and that’d be it, but there’s something there I want to grow.”

She tears up slightly,

“I’m so worried about him right now, doing god knows what out there.”

You reach your hand across the table and take Lydia’s in yours. “He’ll come back, sweetie. I don’t think I’ve seen you in love before.” Lydia startles and opens her eyes wide,

“Shit, you’re right. And I fucking didn’t tell him before he left.”

“They’ll be back Monday, you can tell him them, you know after you’ve fucked the life out of him," you reassure her. She laughs and blinks away the tears.

“Look at us, three lovesick fools mooning for our military men on a mission. Fuck it, we need some shots, at least I can feel miserable tomorrow with a hangover.”

And with that Lydia calls the server over.

The next morning you wake up in surprisingly good shape for the amount of alcohol consumed, so you decide to go for a walk along the beach. As you sit down in the sand and watch the waves roll in, you see jets taking off from North Island and your heart aches thinking about Jake. You hate this purgatory you're in; you can't stand not knowing where you stand. Dismal failure? You can work with that, been there, done that. Floating in limbo? You're powerless one way or the other. You try to absorb as much calm from the ocean as possible before you walk back to your house. Trying to stay busy you do laundry and the other million things you’ve been putting off around the house. The day slowly winds away and you fall asleep in bed reading a book.

Monday is at least filled with work and other distractions. The day is so busy you end up eating lunch at your desk finalizing material reports for the next version of Darkstar. The day ends and you make your way home. You have no idea when Jake is supposed to be back to North Island, all you know is Monday. Your question is answered as you round the corner to your block and see a familiar body clad in khaki stretched out on the steps taking in the sun. You betray your usual cool exterior and break into a run desperate to get to Jake. He catches your approach out of the corner of his eye and jumps up to greet you.

He wraps you in a crushing hug lifting you off the ground and he murmurs,

“Oh El, it’s so good to see you.”

You look up to him and say,

“You came back, you’re here.”

He laughs lightly and says,

“I’ll always be here, baby.”

He leans down to gently kiss you and it feels like coming home. You finally break the kiss and you invite him inside and gesture to the couch.

“Let me change out of my work clothes, grab a beer if you want.” You change into a t-shirt dress in record time. When you get back to the living room, Jake has pulled two beers out to the coffee table and he is leaning over with his elbows on his knees. He reaches for a beer, his knee bouncing up and down rapidly. It’s such a contrast to the cool collected demeanor you've become accustomed to from him.

You sit down on the couch a small distance away from him. There is a nervous energy around him like you’ve not felt before. You catch his eye and arch an eyebrow questioning him. In one fluid motion he’s on the floor on his knees in front of you holding your hands, his hands are sweaty.

“Jake, are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, concerned.

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