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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot women during sex

pt 1: mikasa, hange, annie

!: fem bodied reader, hange uses she/her and is afab, cannabis in annie’s.

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mikasa: mika is definitely a sub. there's only few times where you'd see her otherwise. she's vocal but not super during sex. only allowing little hiccups and whimpers to escape her lips. she's also a crier, not like sobs but like tears streaming down her cheeks typa cry. she likes to have sex whenever you do, she doesn't really ask for it often bcs she gets nervous. you assure her that you like it when she's clear about what she wants, she still never asks either way. she likes to scissor or just eat you out vise versa. she tries to give but it doesn't always work out, she doesn't like always receiving so she suggests 69 a lot, so the both of you will experience pleasure.

★彡

you came home after a long days work of running errands, to be greeted with your girlfriend lying on the couch. she sat with her head buried into her hands. you put down your bags and come and sit yourself next to her "mika, baby what's wrong?" you pull up her chin. her glossy eyes look up.

“i tried something new today, didn't go so well." she said softly. you pulled her closer.

"what'd your try today 'hun?"

she buried her face back into her hands in an embarrassed manner.

you had no clue what she could've done that made her like this, mostly everything did but like she was so flustered it had to be something more.

“i said what'd you do today baby?"

she picked her head up with a small smile on her face, she cupped her hands and whispered to you.

"mhm, the other day, i was shoppin' online and i had saw somthin that caught my eye." she paused

“i know you're always busy n' stuff but i cant help that i have feelings too, so i bought it, but things just aren't the same." she said teary eyed.

"what are you tryna say, mikasa?" as you looked at her you couldn't help but notice how genuinely ashamed she looked. you already assumed what she was gonna sputter out, but you wanted her to say it for herself, she was a big girl after all, she can use her words.

"i bought a vibe n' a dildo." she said looking at her red fuzzy socks.

you weren't surprised she indulged in something like that, you actually had thought about it deeper, what she'd look like stuffin' her dildo into her pussy, whining trying not to let out anything louder than a small cry.

you looked back at her.

"so mikasa you masturbated, why are you all sad n' shit?"

she looks over at you shaky.

"because.."

"because what?"

“i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator." she said softly

"then why'd you buy it?"

you knew that's not at all what she meant, you were fucking with her. you wanted her to voice what she had actually wanted.

"no no i meant i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator cause..”

you turn your head towards you and mikasa’s calico cat, bunnie, rubbing against your leg. you rub his head with a soft smile.

"cause i want you to do it, not plastic or silicone, or whatever it's fuckin' made of." she mumbles

thats all you needed to hear.

"c’mere" you beckon her to sit on your lap, she sits herself down.

you look at her, your hands leading to her plush ass. you lean in to kiss your girlfriend. your lips sinking into eachother, pink tongues swirling around eachothers mouths. you work your hands up her shirt fondling her tits.

and squeezing her nipples until they're rock hard. you stop the kiss and look at her.

mikasa has always been such a cutie. her short black hair, silver eyes, and an ass that anyone couldnt help but stare at. though she was so tough and scary at times, she was still so scared to even ask her girlfriend to have sex.

"how'd it feel?" you ask her.

“it was okay, i like it better when you do it though."

she pulls off her cashmere sweater, the one her parents got her for christmas. how would they feel if they knew how quickly she was to take it off at a time like this? you notice she wasn't even wearing her bra under it, or panties. she was quick to pull off your shirt, and jeans. you helped by unclamping your bra and taking off your underwear. she pulled off your bra and threw it across the living room.

leaving the two of you in nothing but the matching necklace you two had bought for eachother on your anniversary.

as mikasa still sat on your lap you felt her wet pussy rubbing against your leg. she couldn't even help herself anymore as she rocked her hips and rode your knee. her slick wetting your thigh. her soft whines were like a never ending symphony, something you would never get tired of.

you picked your girlfriend up and lied her on her back, putting your head in between her legs, looking at her puffy clit and glimmering pussy. you start licking at her lips before she stops you.

"you know you don't always hafta’ do all the work.” she says softly

you hover your dripping cunt over hers and put her leg over your shoulders. you and her make eye contact for a second before she gives you a quick nod.

you start rolling your hips, your puffy clit and hers making continuous contact. the only sound in the room are those of mikasa's cries.

she starts grabbing at her breasts trying hard not to get louder than she wants to.

" 's okay baby, you can be louder." you assure her rubbing her flushed cheeks.

just as your wet bud bumped against hers you heard her sniffling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whines.

"y/n oh my god." she gasps gripping the arm of the couch.

cream coated both your pussies as you continue grinding on your lover. you tried to stifle a moan as your girlfriend grabbed hold of your breasts. twisting and pinching your nipples.

as you hover over mika your necklace dangles over her head, casting a sun shaped shadow over her breasts.

you continue riding your girlfriend until you feel the sensation you get before your about to cum. so good it reminds you of what it feels like to finally sneeze after losing it many times.

"mika 'm bout to cum." you say softly looking at your raven haired girlfriend.

she moves a strand of her hair stuck to her hair from sweat. you continue rocking your hips as you feel your climax fall onto you. covering your mouth with one hand as you let out a quiet yelp.

your girlfriend continues to ride as your body trembles from overstimulation. as you look down on your girlfriend, vison blurry you watch as her breast bounced up and down. you admire your girlfriend as she cums.

gripping the couch, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape gasping for air. god, mikasa's adorable.

she covers her eyes with her arm.

whispering to herself

“the vibrator got me no where, that's why it didn't go well."

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hange: mi favorita, love her. hmmmm. hange is a soft dom, not aggressive. everyone says this and i agree: she's up to trying new things. hange's the opposite of mikasa and is very vocal, a little too vocal. she moans, groans, whimpers, whines all of it. she grips things too. she's lowkey really aggressive twoards herself during sex. she loves giving, more than receiving. she literally doesn't care about positions. what she likes to do is eat her s/o out. it's the reason she lives and breathes. she likes it way more than grinding against her lover.

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“fuck han, keep goin!" you moan pulling at your girlfriends hair. you were sitting on the sink of levi's bathroom. he would've been pissed if he knew why you and hange suddenly intruded his blabbing about vacation to use his bathroom.

so while hange was eating you out, the others all sat downstairs hopefully worrying about the vacation and not the long time you and hange were in the bathroom.

she pushed her glasses up to where they sat in her hair and pushed her index and middle fingers in you. causing you to almost scream. as soon as she heard that she got up and pulled you into a long steamy kiss in hopes you'd shut up. putting you into a trance. she continued fingering you, your cum and juices staining your skirt and the counter.

"mm, bouta' cum." you break the kiss. she kisses you cheek, then works her way down to your neck sucking on your sweet spot. you close your thighs and squeeze her arm.

"stop, they're gonna see it."

she looks at you with an irritated face.

"say a spider bit you." she continues

"he's not gonna believe that, he would never in a million years have a spider in his home." you whine.

she slaps your thigh.

"shut up."

cum soaks hange's fingers as you reach your climax, clenching around her fingers and rolling your eyes back. you set your head back onto the mirror behind you.

"all that whining and complainin' made me oh so aroused. say you'll help me out wouldia?" she smirks

"but we've been in here long enough!" you whisper scream

“i don't care, you did nothing but complain the whole time, if you don't wanna do something for me, then i'll just make sure they all see what we were really doing." she says with a straight face

did she really have no shame? you were scared coming in here because you already knew what she was going to do.

"fine.” you say in defeat sighing.

she sits on the sink as you get on your knees and pull down her pants and underwear.

her cunt glinted and dripped. she grabbed your head and forced you to start licking. it didn't take much to make her cum, especially considering what type timing you guys were on, that was already enough to fully arouse her.

you sucked on her hardened clit, and forced your two fingers in between her puffy folds.

"fuck, you're so good to me y/n.” she says looking down at you. you look up to meet the twinkle in her eyes as she said that.

you lick at her clit like a hungry puppy, rubbing your thumb on her tummy.

you rub her rigid g-spot more causing her to squirt all over your fingers, the mess getting all over levi's freshly mopped floors. she closes her legs and let out a shaky sigh.

you look up at her in horror, afraid of the mess you guys made in his bathroom.

"i told you it would be quick." she winked putting her glasses back on.

"what about the mess" you say scared, thinking of the possible consequences.

"we'll clean it, and let's just tell him it took long because we were snooping around upstairs and found something funny, k?" she says panting, staring at the ceiling.

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annie: annie is soft dom as well. she likes scissoring A LOT. as well as 69. she also likes when her s/o sits on her face. (i want annie so bad). she's a little vocal sometimes sayin "fuck" quietly but that's really it, it doesn't mean she's not enjoying it though. she cares about both her and her s/o's pleasure she likes giving though. she's the type to have sex high asf tbh with nothing but u on her mind.

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after a long week, there's nothing like staying at your friend annie's house and getting high. it's one of the only things you look forward to anymore. she opens the door for you beckoning you to come to her room and sit on the bed.

you sit on her comfortable black sheets and pull out your roller and paper, rolling the blunt. lighting it then placing it in between your lips you inhale then exhale. the citrusy taste coating your throat and taste buds.

after a few more puffs you already feel like you're on cloud nine. you look over at your friend who was eating a whole strawberry shortcake. you let out a quiet snort.

"why do you have a whole cake?" you look at her.

"don't know, i've been craving cake for a while, so i picked one up earlier" you laugh, getting comfortable in her bed.

you look up to see her offering you a fork so you can both chow down on it. she licks the frosting off her fork.

“i bet you taste sweeter.” she whispers rubbing your thighs, looking up, earl sweatshirt playing in the backround.

you look over at her, snatching the blunt from her, straddling her lap.

she looks up at you with a lazy smirk.

she slides her hands under your shirt still maintaining eye contact.

she cups your breasts under your shirt.

you bite your lips trying to stifle your moan.

she gets closer to your face, lips parted and meets your lips with a steamy kiss. the taste of cannabis lingering in the kiss. she squeezes your breasts even harder. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss.

she lies her head back onto the head board with you still on her lap, "want you on my face.” she whispers looking at the ceiling gripping your hips.

you push her down to where she's laying on her back then she pulls your shorts and panties off hungrily.

you hover your wet pussy over her mouth, she grabs your thighs and pulls you down on her face. you ride her face and nose as she laps at your cunt.

as you ride her face you move your hands down to her sweatpants, sliding your hands down her underwear. fingering her soaked pussy.

she moans into your cunt, her nails digging into your thighs.

you move your fingers up, rubbing at her hard clit, she closes her legs softly and starts shoving her tongue into your hole.

"annie feels... good." you moan, ruffling her hair.

she looks up at you her eyes red, still the blue stands out.

saliva running down the side of her cheeks and neck. her nose and your puffy clit creating friction.

"fuck, y/n”, she groans into your pussy

your thighs squeeze her head from the sudden vibrations it created throughout you.

as you slipped your fingers back into her you felt her clench around you, then you felt your finger get warmer and wetter. you look down at annie seeing her eyes shut tight.

you put the blunt back in your mouth in hopes to keep quiet, you didn't want her neighbors to complain, she continues eating you out.

it reminded you of the cake, how aggressively and fast she ate it, you felt she did it to provoke you, she got what she wanted.

you knock the blunt and put it in the crystal ashtray on her night table, as you cum all over annie's face. whimpering her name softly.

she slurps and licks up every last bit of it as she squeezes you thighs. she moves her head back to where her mouth is free.

" 's was sweeter than the cake." she whispers looking towards the cake

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a/n: i have revised and deleted this over and over bcs tumblr was messin my stuff up, but i hope u guys enjoy, also hange’s is mad short bcs my blog basically belongs to her ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ) . also requests are open!!

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mikrotyalm13 · 18 days

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How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - 🐠🎩

mmmhehehhe... < З I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty

gavriil. — the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.

xiaolong. — prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...

taisya\tasechka. — when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.

derzena. — she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.

veniamin. — oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <З despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.

livy. — he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <з lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.

#microtya's kids #god x human #kikimora x human #monster under the bed x human #mothman x human #naga x human #monster x reader #monster x human #monster smut #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #monster lover #teratophillia #terato

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defensivelee · 3 months

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all dolled up for the bingo

Omg I didn't expect to get another one but thank you for it!! I really enjoyed writing this.

So I took the prompt rather literally as you will see and ran with YTD!Marly, even tho I did it last time I still wanna write more bc I rlly love the concept :] warning for objectification, nonsexual nudity, hypnosis, and implied vivisection ig??

Churchill winced as he felt his hair tugged back by the android Duchess, the woman clearly unaware of her own strength. She was mostly playing with it, letting out a curious buzzing noise every time he made a face or bit his lip at each tug. So she pulled harder.

"Maria, dear," the Duke of York spoke up. He was tying a bow rather tightly around the back of Churchill's neck, though his fingers constantly getting tangled in Churchill's hair hurt more than Duchess's tugs. "You d-do not want to ruin him b-before we even gift him to my daughters."

"But he's so soft!" Maria said. "Besides, I know you, James. You would really give them your most valuable possession? It's a human!"

"They know I will w-want him back at times," James said. "He shows some t-talent on the battlefield...courage I haven't s-seen in a while. Thrilling for a s-skittering l-little human." He ran a cold finger down Churchill's cheek, tilting his head up slightly by the chin, and Churchill kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Be still. Look at nothing like he taught you. Don't move, let him have his way.

That was the best way to survive here, the King had told him. The best way to make his brother happy.

So he let James tie the rest of the ribbons on his body, right next to the jewels and diamonds glittering over his skin that covered nothing. They were cold and heavy, but nothing like the feeling of James' hand upon his neck, running down to adjust the pearl necklace on him.

"You l-look like an angel," James said. The words were proud, but the tone was not. "They will love y-you."

Do I want these girls to love me? He'd heard much talk about the princesses, most of it positive. But Maria brought them up like they scared her as much as their father did.

"Very good, d-dear, look at that face!" James said, barking out a buzzing laugh. "Isn't he beautiful, M-Maria? The human form is...truly a m-masterpiece all on its own."

"Yes." Maria's voice sounded deeper, strained all of a sudden like she was forcing it out of her speakers. "Very."

Churchill wasn't particularly scared of James' daughters, not yet, not as he walked along the halls with James at his side. He thought he was ready to deal with them until he heard Godolphin laugh through his microphone. He could have been any two of the dozens of eyes in the darkness, watching him.

"Pretty, pretty Churchill. Anybody should be grateful to receive such a gift! I have a feeling that these girls will be....incredibly grateful. So very, very grateful."

Now that was what scared Churchill.

But he told himself that, if they were grateful, perhaps they'd be less inclined to break him like James had wanted to do at first before he realized that would mean the end of his little doll.

Little doll....that's me. He didn't like how he no longer shuddered at the thought.

He heard the loud, buzzing sound before he saw them. It was strange how James slammed his fist down on a button, stranger still how he shouted that it was their father here and they had better open up right now. Maria winced and took a step behind Churchill, though she was, as most other androids here, quite taller than him.

But he wasn't prepared for the height of the Princess Anne, as James informed him. She was twisting a lock of her hair around her finger as she blinked down at a book in her hand, like any normal human girl, except, of course, he knew that she was as sadistic a robot as all of them and the only difference was that she was massive. She towered over everyone, far taller than even James, so that they were all reduced to mere insects before her. Her size, Churchill supposed, was the reason for this very wide, very open room, and frankly, very cold room as well.

Oh, she can absolutely kill me.

"I cannot read this!" she declared. "This book is too small! I'm tired of it!"

"Let me look at it, Anne," spoke another slightly larger android girl, painted a pearly white compared to the soft pink of her sister. Churchill could only assume it was Mary.

"Your eyesight is worse than mine!" Anne snatched the book away, and Mary buzzed, which sounded more like a jet engine to Churchill.

"Papa, I've asked you many times to get me better eyes." She crouched down so that her nose was hovering inches away from her father, and Churchill flinched back. Her huge eyes were too bright. "Are they ready yet?"

"Y-You can just s-search for the audiobook o-on your database," James sighed, pushing his hand against Mary's nose.

"I would," Anne sneered, "if I could read what the title was." She slammed the book shut between two fingers and let it fall to the ground, where it landed beside James with a loud thump. James sprung back with a startled buzz, and Churchill stepped closer to Maria.

"Please, c-calm yourselves, girls," James said. "I have brought y-you a new d-doll."

"A doll?" Anne narrowed her eyes, making the whole room slightly darker. "Oh, is it that little human you've been talking about? What do you think I am?"

"Anne." Mary prodded her sister in the side and looked down right at Churchill. "The human? You're giving us the human?" She blinked once, and Churchill swallowed. There was the heartlessness of her father in her eyes.

"F-For a little while, yes," James said. "Do not b-break him."

"Yes, please don't," Churchill blurted, and the princesses gasped, as he thought they would. He had to look down to hide his smile; it was so easy to impress them. Beside him, James raised an eyebrow.

"He has a pretty voice," Anne said. She reached down, and Churchill closed his eyes, bracing himself for the giant, cold metal fingers wrapping around him. As she lifted him up in the air, he thought all air was escaping him-- her finger on his chest squeezed tighter every moment.

"What is that face he's making?" Mary leaned against Anne's shoulder. "I like it. Oh, his chest is moving quickly!" She reached out and tapped it, and Churchill jolted. The tip of her finger was very sharp.

"That means h-he is having trouble b-breathing," James said. "The act of bringing a-air into his lungs and p-pushing it out again, which all h-humans apparently need to do t-to survive. Loosen your grip, Anne."

"Oh, seriously? The legends are true?" Anne placed Churchill on her shoulder, and he stumbled, looking to the side so he wouldn't have to look down at how high he was. He didn't know what to hold on to, but he was slightly reassured by seeing Mary so close beside Anne. If he fell, it would be on her. "I've always wanted to breathe."

"It sounds...tedious," Maria said.

"What it sounds like is...heaven," Mary added. She leaned in to look closer at Churchill, and he swallowed, instinctively holding on to Anne's hair. "So quick and so fast. Is that fear?"

"You d-do not know what f-fear is," James muttered.

"I could never fear you, Your Highness," Churchill said. He looked up at Mary, trying to slow his breaths. She still stared at him. "I only respect you."

"There isn't much to respect," Mary said dryly. "And I couldn't live with myself if I was...feared." She shuddered. "That is what scares me."

"We didn't ask," Anne snapped. "He's your doll, not your programmer."

"Maybe he wants to listen to me," Mary said, and James cleared his throat beneath them.

"M-May I have him back for a m-moment?" he asked. "Then you can have him a-all night."

"Fine," Anne said, lifting a hand up to flick Churchill off of her. Churchill shuffled back, letting out a cry of protest before James buzzed as loud as he could, and both Mary and Anne froze.

"For God's sake, just p-put him down h-here!" he hissed, snapping his jaws in the air like a vicious dog. "If he falls from that t-tall a height, he'll break. Just like u-us."

"Never compare me to a human," Mary said indignantly. She swiped Churchill off of Anne's shoulder, placing him down gently in front of James. "There you go, little one."

Churchill scowled at the nickname, but he turned away as James approached him. He grunted as James sharply forced his head up by digging his claws into his chin.

"John," he said. "I d-didn't want you to s-speak. Do you think d-dolls talk?"

Churchill quickly tried to make his features as non-threatening as possible, clearing his throat. "N-No, sir."

"Then why are you t-talking?"

"To get along with your daughters."

"They would have l-liked you better if you shut your p-pretty mouth," James said. "W-We all know the only thing it's good f-for."

"For you, sir."

"Yes, precisely." James brought Churchill closer, his eyes widening. "You will s-satisfy my daughters and y-you will not say a word to them. Nothing about a-anything."

"I-" Churchill tried to say something, but he was cut off by the ringing starting from James, the sound that cut into his mind and chipped away at its edges. He gasped, shutting his eyes and lifting a hand to grip onto James' wrist.

"Y-you will b-be quiet. Y-you will p-p-play along."

Something about the constant glitch in his voice-- Churchill followed every awkward letter with its bounce, latching on to every bit of those broken words.

"You kn-know what you a-are. I t-told you what you a-are."

"I know what I am," Churchill whispered. It was the only thing that made the ringing fall back for a second. He wanted to pull away, and yet it was the only thing that brought him relief here. "I want to be quiet."

"D-Do you w-want me t-t-to make you sh-shut up?"

Churchill nodded.

"Then, be s-silent, and look at m-me."

Churchill looked up, and James waved a finger in the air, the ringing from him stopping. It was such a sudden pause that Churchill felt like he could faint in the absence of James in him.

He couldn't do much else. He only blinked dazedly as James pushed him forward, ordering him to be good, and Mary lifted him in her hands. She cooed at him, tugging at his hair until tears came to his eyes and he cried out. She was much, much stronger than her father.

"Be g-gentle, Mary," James called. "Treat him like how you t-treat me when you l-lift me."

"Oh, I don't know...very well..." Mary, too, seemed dazed, from the moment she heard Churchill cry. She rubbed a finger over his head, perhaps attempting to be soothing, but it only made him dizzier.

"Do you think we can dress him up with something nicer?" Anne asked. "The jewels are all well and good, but all that skin showing or whatever it's called-- it's boring."

"We could try finding what's underneath," Mary said, and Churchill was too sleepy to be frightened by what he had just heard.

"You are not doing that," Maria said firmly.

James merely chuckled. "No n-need, Mary. I will f-find out what lies inside of him...v-very soon."

#yes i featured the giant princesses sue me #i was gonna do AA!Marly but I've already done plenty with that dollface in private so heres this #your tears divine #whump tag #jamesborough tag #york'este tag

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orcelito · 2 years

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The fact that my ideal gender is "feminine in a masculine way" & it could presumably be at least partially achieved by going on T, except I don't want to Permanently go on T bc I already have thick enough body hair, I do NOT need it to become a forest. Also I (mostly) like how my body functions as is.

But I'd love to have the deeper voice & be less overtly feminine bc people always always Always mistake me as a girl & I don't have the energy to correct them

I rly wonder what it would take to just. Temporarily go on T. I've been thinking about this for years.

#speculation nation #i also dont want to have facial hair but that's kinda typically involved with T #i already end up with a kinda mustache if i dont shave it & i have lil dark hairs on my chin #some of the other side effects would be of varying tolerability. increased libido NOT being the tolerable one. i do not want that thanks #but ykno getting a more masculine figure. fat redistribution. having an easier time growing muscle #god i imagine myself with a masculine body from T and that actually is a very great mind image #the lack of periods would be a definite plus too #i am just... very scared. of trying to do anything like that.#and i dont Think im a guy. at least not exclusively.#but i just dont want to be feminine in the way that i am.#i want to be like a guy with long hair who dresses femininely and it's Obvious that it's a rebellion #long hair is Gender to me but since people view me as a girl they see it as conforming to gender. but it's Not #i dont fucking care about what girls should look like with respect to myself #trust me i spent like 5 solid years with a pixie cut #i just enjoy long hair. it has nothing to do with gender.#gender is so difficult. and i am petrified with fear. and so i continue to live as a 'girl'#even as it continuously stifles me.#maybe someday i'll learn how to be free.

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intergalactic-chameleon · 5 months

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T talk

thinking about microdosing T and i cannot figure out for the life of me whether or not i truly want a deeper voice, which is one of more unavoidable/permanent effects. (i also have conflicting thoughts about breast reduction/top surgery as boobs only kind of give me dysphoria sometimes, and are mostly just inconvenient. but i digress) ofc i dont have to make any decisions soon but im really trying to figure out what i want irt "transition." more body hair would be nice and i like the idea of muscles and fat redistribution, but the deepening of the voice and bottom growth make me a little anxious since u cant go back from that. but they are a bit tempting, which is why im thinking about T in the first place.

the thing is that i know that i dont necessarily need T bc i can get desired effects other ways: i can get muscles from a workout regimen, i can grow more body hair with minoxidil, and one comforting thing is i could take finasteride to slow down bottom growth to see how i feel about it. but the fucking voice deepening is the one thing u cant really control and that perturbs me >:| like i want it but i also dont so ?!

in conclusion, i think trying out other options first and getting more situated in my body would help propel me towards or away from T bc the look and strength capabilities of my body is truly what matters the most to me atp. plus, i feel like getting a deeper voice before being able to experience having a broader looking and stronger upper body in particular would actually make me feel more dysphoric. and microdosing T doesnt exactly make you stacked, either, just by taking it.

so the next step is to get a gym membership. which im not really excited about. lmao. maybe i'll make that my new year's resolution. nothing is more motivating than wanting to feel hot and strong imo

#personal #rambles #gender

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 9 months

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hm weird thought all of a sudden

like i like how i look and everything and don’t really feel like changing anything (other than reduction mostly or entirely out of necessity bc i keep messing up my back) but on the other hand i’ve been digging how the TINY mustache hairs i have look? like they’re not noticeable At All except in the good car mirror close up but it’d be kinda cool to like? accentuate it?

like i know ppl do like the whole mascara on ur body hair to make it stand out but now i’m looking into like ? t gel or small doses and then going off it bc yeah a deeper voice would be cool but i don’t need it, nor is it smtn i can change after like shaving off a slightly darker mustache lol esp bc i’ve read a little and it said the facial hair aspect doesn’t reverse?

and i mean who knows if it’d be a good fit, who knows if i care enough, it probs looks okay enough on its own AND i already get a bunch more numerous and visible chin hairs that i don’t like so who knows if i’d want to fuck w that either

but i do think a more masc look would be doable! like i’m femme and i dress that way and i enjoy it and think i always look super cute (y’all know i love hairclips and now hairties that there’s enough for a lil ponytail) but it’d be so so nice to have like. one or two masculine looks

bc yeah dress pants w a women’s shirt from dress barn isn’t masc but i always felt even a smidge queerer w even just pants LOL SO it’d be nice to get reduction and actually be able to wear a button up and pair it w pants (even tho dress pants are my enemy bc my weight fluctuates/i always have to get new ones--unlike stretchy pants) but maybe they make dressy-ish stretch pants? or at least black pants that aren’t just leggings (which i like but not for this look--OH esp if i wanted to wear a packer w it lol then leggings are an absolute no lol)

#misc

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seita · 4 years

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— size kink headcanons 2 [haikyuu!!]

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ, ᴇɪᴛᴀ, sʜɪʀᴀʙᴜ + sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ.

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-ˏ͛ shiratorizawaˏ͛-

— wakatoshi ushijima.

∴ hes a big guy so ∴ as expected.... ∴ lit biggest dick of the team. ∴ but he’s actually pretty fuckin clueless about it too ∴ he isn’t actively aware there’s such thing as a size kink ∴ so he doesn’t actually have the kink ∴ but u do. so. ∴ welcome to the life ushiwaka.

“y-you’re so big toshi...” you whined, hands on his shoulders.

“i know,” he breathed, holding your hips to support you.

half his cock was buried inside of you and the stretch was aching. you could feel him reaching places no one else ever had. letting out a breath, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you ground your hips in a circle. he hit that glorious spot inside you and you clenched tight around him.

he groaned, eyes fixated on your cunt. the way you were stretched wide around him, not even taking his whole length yet had his cock throbbing. you were so small compared to him, so fragile. he could break you if he wanted to.

yet there you were, losing yourself on his cock, slowly easing yourself down so you could take in more of his length.

“good girl,” he whispered, moving his hand to circle your clit with his thumb until you finally bottomed out, settling in his lap. your walls seized around him and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when he realized you were cumming.

— satori tendou.

∴ he likes size kink mostly bc he’s a bit of a sadist ∴ like he knows you struggle to take his dick ∴ and he knows it sometimes hurts ∴ seeing that pain on your face ∴ it’s euphoric to him ∴ and boy is he evil about it ∴ his dirty talk??? foul. filthy. humiliating ∴ he could make you cry from half the shit he says ∴ lil sadistic babie

“is that your cervix?” he scoffed, looking down to where his cock was buried within your cunt, “you haven’t even taken all of me.”

“satori...” you whined, pressing your hands against his chest as he tried to press even deeper.

he clicked his tongue, “what? does that hurt?” when you nod, he just gives you a crooked grin, “poor baby. but guess what? i want you to take all of my fuckin’ cock.”

“can’t!” you cry, sending his heart fluttering. he can hear the watery undertone as he gives you a disappointed look he knows makes the sub within you crumble.

“is that so?” he sighed, slowly pulling his cock out, “guess you aren’t gonna be my good girl after all, huh? oh well. i’ll just go jerk off into the toilet or somethin’.”

you whined and throw you arms around his shoulders to pull him back to you, making him grin, “wait! i can do it!”

he grins, feeling your tears wet his skin. he pats the back of your head, slowly sinking his cock back in. he hears you hiss as he keeps going until he’s finally fully seated within you, “see? i knew you could do it. now be a good girl and let me use your little cunt how i want. maybe you’ll cum if you’re lucky because i’m not gonna be tryin’ to get you off. this is about me now, understand?”

you whimper and nod, making him smile. of course you understand, you’re his good girl in the end.

— semi eita.

∴ #2 big dick on the team boink ∴ i said what i said ∴ this guy EXUDES BDE ∴ he knows how to use it too ∴ expect praise out the ass from him while he fucks you too ∴ how proud he is of you that you took him so well ∴ he pretty your pussy looks stuffed full, stretching to accommodate his fat length.

hands holding beneath your knees keeps you spread completely open, letting him rock his cock into your pussy. he’s only halfway in, not yet giving you the rest because he knows you need to adjust.

he hums, reaching to the side to pull the bottle of lube from where it was tangled in the sheets. he pops the lid and lets some fall onto your spread folds, continuing to rock his hips to spread the lube into your little hole.

he tosses the bottle away and brings his thumb to your clit, hard and swollen from neglect. he sucks in a breath, humming as he feels you squeeze around his cock in response.

“atta girl...” he breathes, voice deep and calm, finally working a bit more of his length into you, “let me in...good girl. feel that? you’re taking me so well.”

you hiss and he pauses, retreating for a second only to slowly work that length back in. your eyes flutter, reaching down to grip his wrist where it was between your thighs. he smiles as he realizes he had stopped playing with your clit, resuming the slow, intoxicating circles he knew you loved.

“think you can take more?” he asks, breathless. you nod and he pushes a bit more into you, “look at that...you’ve almost taken all of me. you’re such a good girl for me, just a bit more.”

he feels you work to relax your walls around him so he can finally bottom out. he does so with a groan, his eyes rolling back. he pauses, letting you get used to his cock. he continues his circles on your bud until you’re contracting and cumming so prettily around him. he grins, working you through the high with whispered praises. once you come down, he gives your clit a few firm pats to your bud, grinning when your body flinches under the contact.

“here we go, pretty girl,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “let me make you feel good.”

— kenjiro shirabu.

∴ he’s not the biggest guy around in general ∴ he’s like the smallest on the team lmao ∴ so to have a girlfriend who is small enough to make him feel BIG??? ∴ that rlly butters his biscuit ∴ so truthfully, he never knew he had the kink until you came along ∴ but now that it’s been discovered....oh boy....get ready ∴ he’s gonna humiliate the hell out of you (not to the extent of one satori tendou) ∴ but his dirty talk is filthy too lmao

“you like taking a cock that’s too big for you?” he growled, bottoming out quickly despite your protests for him to slow down, “oh quiet down. i can feel how wet you are.”

“kenjiro...” you whined, trembling beneath your boyfriend’s frame as he grinned.

“what is it? do you want to cum?” he’ll ask, “if you cum now you’ll squirt everywhere. you know you can’t handle cumming around my cock. is that you want? to make a mess?”

“yes!” you beg, tears stinging your eyes as you nod.

he grins and starts slowly fucking you with his cock. you’re creaming all over him and it’s driving him crazy. with just a few thrusts against your sweet little spot, you’re gushing all around him and soaking his length with your cum.

“you’re so fucking messy, little whore,” he growls, “now sit there and let me use this sloppy hole how i want.”

-ˏ͛ itachiyamaˏ͛-

— kiyoomi sakusa.

∴ doesn’t know that it’s a kink that exists ∴ and truly didn’t get anything out of seeing you struggle to take his cock ∴ until you actually voiced your arousal over it ∴ and then he was like ‘ok.....i see.....i can get behind this....’ ∴ and now he rlly digs it tbh ∴ he’s a simple man, really

“too big, omi,” you cry, clinging to the sheets beneath you as he stuffs you full of his cock.

“shut up,” he snaps, continuing to sink his length into you until you reach up and press your hands against his chest to get him to stop, “hands off.”

“pl-please,” you whine, voice teary, “s-slow down.”

he shakes his head and shoves your hands away from him, pushing even more into you. you’re breathing hard but you’re soaking his cock so he knows it’s not that bad. you’re just a dramatic little crybaby and he knows that. but he also knows you’ll take what he tells you to so he continues on until he’s bottoming out.

“s-so full...you’re so deep, omi,” you babble, eyes hazy, “you fill me up so much. g-gonna make me cum s-soon.”

he scoffs, pulling back so only half his length remains before shoving that same amount back in. you squeal and shriek out his name. he grits his teeth and slaps his hand over your mouth so hard you flinch.

“fuckdolls don’t talk,” he hisses, “shut the fuck up and let me use you.”

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caravelmp3 · 3 years

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UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :)

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth.

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door.

“The boys here?”

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,”

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom.

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door.

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine.

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too.

“Just the coffee girl here,”

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup.

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?”

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too.

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves.

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too.

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,”

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning.

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?”

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now.

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,”

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?”

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you.

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said.

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?”

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page.

Can you light my love? Flames glowing bright as the sun Deeper than oceans you run Watch as our world has begun

Your mind is a stream of colors Extending beyond our sky A land of infinite wonders A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes.

It was a love song.

“Josh-”

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,”

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle.

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined.

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-”

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened.

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.”

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm.

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed.

It would be fun. Right?

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.”

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both.

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall.

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again.

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips.

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks.

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there.

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him.

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house.

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended.

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place.

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together.

It was a form of love in itself.

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased.

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.

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tootiredmotel · 3 years

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spoiler alert: she keeps it

A coda fic of my beloved 10x20 "Angel Heart" bc Cas and Claire are my everything, for @emeraldcas 's celebration!

Prompt: meaningful moments

1.2k words – read on ao3 or below

First, it's a matter of where.

Dean says that the mall is a safe bet, and he’s probably right. It has options, a wide array of stores with near endless possibilities, so Cas asks him for a ride to the nearest one.

As Dean pulls into the parking lot, he asks "You really think you'll finally win her over like this?"

"I'm not trying to "win her over", Dean." Cas air quotes. "It's her birthday. A present is customary, isn't it?"

It's not a rhetorical question, and Dean seems to understand that after studying Cas's gaze on him.

"Yeah. Yeah it is, buddy."

Once inside, the number of options becomes overwhelming rather than comforting. Hundreds of people bustle about, bumping into them with reckless abandon. Cas pauses a few steps from the entrance, breathing heavily and looking every which way, trying to figure out where to begin and coming up blank.

He’s never been to a mall before.

Dean, staring daggers at the back of someone who almost trampled them, puts a hand on Cas’s back. “C’mon. Let’s try this way,” he says, leading him down the hall to their right.

They walk for a while. Cas quietly studies every store they pass, while Dean speaks up every two minutes with a new idea. Tech store? A new phone. Clothing store? A jacket, hers is looking a bit worn. Shoe store? Do you know her size? We can get her some boots or something.

“Dean,” Cas finally says, stopping in his tracks and grabbing Dean’s arm. He's grateful for the ride, and he's grateful for Dean’s suggestions. Really, he is. “Thank you, but… This is my gift to her. I need to choose on my own.”

Dean starts doing that adorable thing where he can’t decide if he wants to shake his head or nod. “Uh, yeah, no. No problem, angel. You got this. I’ll shut up.”

Right now, Cas is less focused on the gift itself and more on finding a store that feels fitting, one that Claire might pick out on her own. He puts his hands in his pockets and scans the stores in sight. Further down the hall, one storefront stands out. The walls are black, the windows dimly lit, and the sign is made of backlit block letters. It feels… edgy. She’d like it.

“There.” Cas nods toward it. “The Hot Topical.”

The other thing is the matter of what.

Luckily, the Hot Topical seems to have a bit of everything. Dean sets off on his own soon after walking in, saying something about some Star Wars character or other. There's an overwhelming amount of pop culture merchandise, most of which Cas now recognizes. But he's not sure what kind of shows or movies Claire likes, so he opts against those.

Walking deeper into the store, he comes across the jewelry displays. Claire might like some, maybe stud earrings or a necklace, nothing too frilly. But if she's going to keep hunting, and she is, it's not very practical to wear things that can get caught and slow her down. He keeps walking.

The music section is mostly t-shirts. This is where he finds Dean, eyeing the wall curiously, but not looking like he's going to buy.

“Find anything?” Dean asks when he feels Cas next to him.

“Not yet.”

“You will. You got this," he says again, and Cas greatly appreciates the vote of confidence.

Dean turns his attention back to the shirts, and Cas, who isn't all that sure about Claire’s music taste either, goes over to the furthermost wall.

The back of the store is where they keep the miscellaneous things, apparently. One half of the wall is full of small, bobblehead-ish figurines whose heads don’t bobble (as Cas discovers when he picks one of the boxes up and shakes it). The other half of the wall has quite a few things: bags and backpacks on display, a few accessories such as mesh gloves that wouldn’t keep one warm in the slightest, and unnecessarily intricate belts. At the bottom of the wall, however, he spots some shelves with plushies.

That’s where something catches Cas’s eye.

Dean is already at the back of the line when Cas gets there. He's buying an enamel Scooby-Doo keychain and says it's because Baby's is old and he needs a new one; the unbridled delight in his eyes gives him away, though.

"A stuffed animal?" He asks when he notices what Cas is holding. There's no judgment in it. A bit of amusement and maybe, just maybe, a hint of fondness, Cas thinks.

Cas holds up the cat for Dean to take and examine. "It's an... inside thing."

"Right," Dean says, and hands it back.

Dean asks if he even has any money, to which Cas doesn't answer, realizing he doesn't. Dean happily pays for both items.

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"She kept it, y'know," Dean says behind him, the next day. He pats Cas's shoulder, then heads back to the car, keys jingling against the new keychain.

Castiel stands there for a second, watching the cab roll completely out of the parking lot and out of sight, and he's wishing he could have hugged her longer. Despite having him and the Winchesters and soon Jody Mills, despite knowing she'll always have them… Claire is more alone now than she's ever been. Cas knows she's tough, tougher than she should've had to be, but she's still a kid (as much as she insists she's not).

He… doesn't pray. Not anymore. But he hopes. He hopes for her every day, hopes for her wellness and safety, hopes he'll be able to see her face again and not just read her words or hear her voice through a phone. And right this second, he's also hoping that his present to her, (which she kept, Cas thinks fondly), will be able to serve its purpose. That it'll be a small source of comfort if she were to ever need it.

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That night, as Claire settles into a motel bed, she gets a text from Cas. It's a Grumpy Cat meme, one of many cat memes she's received from him since they agreed to stay in touch more. In this one, the image is the cat lying in bed with that face of his, and it says "How many people got trampled on Black Friday this year? Not enough".

After having cried herself out in the backseat of the cab, she actually smiles for the first time all afternoon; it's not a wide or toothy smile but it's a smile, and she lets out an amused exhale through her nose, so that's something.

She texts him haha and the eye roll emoji.

Are you safe? Cas shoots back.

She double-checked all the locks on all the doors and windows. She's got a knife under the pillow and a gun under the bed. She's all set to get to Jody's by tomorrow. She breathes deep, squeezing the plushie tighter against her chest, and texts back.

I am. Night Cas

She doesn't have time to put the phone down before it dings again.

Good night, Claire. Sweet dreams.

They probably won't be all that sweet. They haven't been sweet in years. But at least now, when the bitter dreams inevitably wake her up, she's got something to hold. Or maybe strangle. Depends on the dream.

Plus, she's got an angel-dad watching over her, too. In a sense.

Claire lets the dryness in her eyes and the heaviness in her body take over, and she falls asleep. Grumpy Cat in hand.

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goonification · 3 years

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san/seonghwa/wooyoung

established!woosan playing with their favourite toy, seonghwa

(this is technically mostly sanhwa bc wooyoung likes to watch but he’s very much ateez present, don’t worry)

“Wow, Sannie look! He’s already hard.”

Seonghwa already was on his knees in front of San when Wooyoung pointed shamelessly at the growing bulge in Seonghwa’s boxers. It was the only article of clothing left to hide just how turned on he was. His thighs tightened and his hands dropped with shame as he tried to hide the obvious outline of hard cock in his underwear.

Wooyoung was casually cross-legged on the sidelines, as if he was merely watching them play video games and waiting his turn for the controller rather than about to witness his boyfriend get head from their mutual friend and occasional plaything. Wooyoung laughed loudly at Seonghwa's efforts. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the obvious.

“Aw, you’re right.” San peered down past Seonghwa’s blushing face and chest to gawk at the tenting folds of Seonghwa’s boxers. “Well, Hyung is just going to have to wait now, isn’t he?”

Cheeks rosy, Seonghwa nodded politely. His body slowly started to decompress as he eased into the feeling of being on display for them.

High off the prospect of getting his dick sucked while his boyfriend watched, a sleazy smirk was glued to San’s face. His t-shirt was only partially off, tucked behind his neck lazily and still attached to him at the sleeves. Seeing as he was otherwise fully dressed, it was obvious he was only trying to show off his abs with the impractical stunt. Wooyoung liked him best when he was cocky and San wasn’t one to deny his boyfriend a worthwhile show.

“It’s okay.” Wooyoung looked equally as cocky as he comforted Seonghwa, “San’s probably hard under there too.”

“Yeah?” Seonghwa spoke in barely a whisper, eyes innocent and wide as he redirected his attention directly in front of him to the in-seam of San’s jeans. The unforgiving fabric was tighter than usual. There was a gap between his body and the waist of his baggy pants that usually wasn’t there as they lifted away from his stomach.

Mindlessly, Seonghwa licked his lips before realizing how obvious he was being.

“Someone’s eager.” Wooyoung quipped through the drawl of his horny daze.

“Whenever you’re ready.” San looked down at Seonghwa’s desperation and threaded a strong hand through his hair for encouragement. “You know how much I like it when you unwrap me all by yourself.”

Shaky hands popped open the button of San’s pants. The sound of his fly being unzipped sent butterflies loose in the depths of Seonghwa’s stomach; the otherwise inconspicuous sound of a zipper was downright filthy given the context.

Next, Seonghwa pulled down on San’s belt loops with enough force for the fabric to clear the resistance of his bulge and leave San in only a loose pair of boxers.

They shared a warm exchange as Seonghwa peered up at San with already-damp eyes, savouring the last moment as himself before he was reduced to nothing but a hole for San to use. San pushed the hair out of Seonghwa’s face, preparing him for what was about to come.

Brain foggy, Seonghwa was thinking hard to decide how he would remove the last layer, trying to ignore the background noise of fabric shifting followed by soft moans. Wooyoung never was keen on patience.

“C’mon Hyung, you know San doesn’t like to be teased.” Wooyoung grunted out a warning, breath already wavering as he pleasured himself beneath his waistband.

“I’m pretty sure you just want to see my cock.” San wasted no time putting Wooyoung in his place, to which he simply groaned with pleasure at the insult.

San was interrupted from reveling in his boyfriend’s crudeness when he felt the chill of cold air across his cock. Seonghwa was carefully lifting the elastic waist of his boxer up and over the member before letting it pool at San’s legs.

All three of their breaths slowed down as they took in their own unique perspective on the scene. Seonghwa was face to head with San’s thick cock, veiny and already sticky at the tip for him. It wasn’t quite unfamiliar but the sight was still fresh and pleasantly shocking enough that it knocked the air right out of his lungs.

San’s ego was stroked to completion as he watched his Hyung’s reaction to his dick, breath hitching and eyes locked on to the head, leaking at the promise of Seonghwa’s soft lips soon to be wrapped around it.

Lastly, Wooyoung accompanied the sight of his boyfriend’s hard cock, inches away from a needy Seonghwa’s parted lips, with a greedy squeeze to his own aching balls, reminding himself of just how much he liked to watch.

His whiny voice impatiently cut through the tension in the room like a dull knife begging to be sharpened. “Go on. Don’t leave him waiting.”

“Shhh, Wooyoung.” San saw Seonghwa’s eyes glaze with panic and scolded his greedy boyfriend. “I want him to think for himself.”

“But you’re dripping.” Wooyoung winced when a weighty drop of San’s precum succumbed to gravity and hit the floor. To him it was a thoughtless waste.

“Hyung knows what he’s doing.” San tsked. He glared daggers at Wooyoung. “Do you want to be blindfolded? Because I’ll do it.”

The threat was plausible and hit him where it hurt. He loved watching almost as much as he loved being in the centre of the action. Wooyoung quickly shook his head no and made a zipping motion across his lips. The thought of having to get off from sounds and smell alone was torture. He would be quiet for now.

Well, as quiet as his body would let him be as he continued pleasuring himself.

Meanwhile, hot breath against San’s dick became hotter with each shallow puff from Seonghwa’s lungs.

“Can I?” Seonghwa looked up longingly at San, waiting for permission he knew he already had. He was stalling. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why.

“Of course, baby boy.” San cupped Seonghwa’s face. He softly swiped his thumb over one of his Hyung’s cheekbones, caressing the soft skin there. San couldn’t help imagining how pretty he would look with cheeks hollowed out and taking his dick, however, he kept his filthy thoughts to himself. Seonghwa needed support first. “You can set the pace, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded, happy with the compromise. San’s hand on his cheek was a gentle comfort that he didn’t want to give up quite yet. Easing into the blowjob, Seonghwa went in tongue first instead, sliding it out of his mouth and creeping the wet muscle towards San’s cock. Even though he knew it was coming, when the wetness finally came into contact with San’s cockhole, flicking at the divot, his muscles jumped into a flex and his hands dropped to his side.

Wooyoung was ecstatic. The sight of San’s full body tensing with pleasure was something he was rarely privy to a secondhand view of. It really let him drink in every individual muscle of his boyfriend’s sculpted body. All his favourite memories of skin-on-skin came flooding back, hindsight guiding his hand up and down his own shaft furiously. He wouldn’t last long like this, but needy and pathetic was his style. It suited him.

With Seonghwa’s mouth still free to express emotion, a small smile crept onto his face. Both boys were moaning, music to Seonghwa’s ears and he was the composer. However, he wouldn’t let himself get too cocky. His power trip had a clear expiration date. Not that he minded; he preferred the stress-free alternative to shot calling.

It wasn’t long before Seonghwa finished cleaning all the streaks of San’s precum. He punctuated his methodic lapping at San’s head by sloppily wrapping his tongue around the shaft to assure that he got all the hard to reach places.

“Jesus.” San whispered.

Seonghwa pulled back, leaving San’s damp cock at the mercy of the cold room and Wooyoung’s greedy sightlines. “Good?”

“Very.” San was out of breath, speaking in bursts. He wouldn’t dare beg, but he was clearly desperate. He grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it perpendicular to Seonghwa’s lips. “Need your mouth...”

De-stressed and prepped to be used, Seonghwa was satisfied knowing his fun was over. There was already a fresh bead of precum forming on San’s tip, putting Seonghwa’s previous efforts to waste. To both Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s surprise, instead of taking his mouth as promised, San pressed the creamy head against Seonghwa’s lips. Eyes locked with Seonghwa, San messily dragged thick streaks of white across the puckered lips as Wooyoung watched in awe at the sloppiness of the scene.

Finally, San centered his cock to rest in the small gap between Seonghwa’s slicked up pout. “Open up.”

Wanting to be good, Seonghwa listened. Not giving him time to adjust, each millimeter that Seonghwa opened his jaw was just an invitation for San to push himself further inside the wet hole. He slid in with ease, using his own precum as lube and taking his mouth inch by inch, only pausing when he felt Seonghwa’s throat convulse with a small choke.

Wooyoung, dick still in hand, rolled his eyes. “I could’ve taken you like that easy.” He was clearly enamoured by the sight of tears in Seonghwa’s eyes, an unavoidable physical response to him being filled all at once. Wooyoung continued, adding insult to injury. “Warm up is for pussies.”

San ignored the rude comment from his boyfriend, more worried about Seonghwa. “You okay?” He checked in, hoping he hadn’t damaged his favourite toy.

“Mmhm.” Seonghwa moaned loudly and affirmatively around the cock, shaking it with deep vibrations. San tensed up again at the quick and unexpected feeling, only to damn near collapse when Seonghwa swallowed around him, sucking him several inches deeper into his mouth in the process.

“God, you’re so good at that.” San complimented, forgetting how positively Seonghwa reacts to praise.

His words only inspired the older boy to work even harder, bobbing his head furiously. The pace he was setting would be brutal if San dared to comply to it, and Seonghwa had no signs of slowing down in sight. Each movement of his head brought San’s dick closer to the back of his throat, tongue fighting against the speed of his slippery movements to wrap around the shaft when possible.

“Sannie, please, just fuck him.” Whiny and equally as desperate, Wooyoung had already coated himself in spit, preparing to stroke himself to compilation any minute now. He wanted the show that he was promised if he was going to risk blowing his load. “Look how badly he wants you.”

Seonghwa dragged nails over San’s hips, squeezing the flesh to co-sign what Wooyoung said. He did want San. He wanted San to fuck him stupid. Yet, San merely stood there as he got pleasured, hands on the crown of Seonghwa’s head, body frozen and too worried about Seonghwa to move.

And that’s why Wooyoung was there.

“Hyung, look here.” Wooyoung cooed, voice dripping with theatrics. Seonghwa did as he was told, shimmery eyes glancing over as he slowed his pace on San’s cock to focus up on Wooyoung.

With this new cause now seeming far more important than Wooyoung’s pleasure, the pumps around his cock had slowed as well, intentional squeezes to show off his veins now that he had Seonghwa’s attention. Wooyoung let out a quiet laugh, probably at him. “Now there’s our good boy. So good at listening and following directions, aren’t you?” Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the praise, excess drool escaping down his chin from the gaps around San’s cock.

San was also quiet, listening politely to Wooyoung and continuing to be pleasured from below. He was eager to hear the pitch.

“Aw, so messy. You’re even dripping through your shorts.” Wooyoung used his free hand to shamelessly point, redirecting everyone’s attention to the damp stain on Seonghwa’s boxers. “Take those off, will you? I bet you’ll feel much more comfortable.”

Whimpering sadly as San’s cock had to pop free from his lip’s grasp, Seonghwa complied, shuffling the boxers off his knees and leaving him comfortably exposed.

“Better?”

“Better.” Seonghwa croaked, his throat sore. His head was spinning, averting his attention between all three of their cocks, before finally focusing on San’s again.

“Wow…” San looked past his own dick to gawk at the newly visible one. It was bright red, sore from neglect. He nearly felt bad before remembering that Seonghwa was enjoying this. It was exactly what he signed up for.

Still, Seonghwa’s puppy dog eyes were too much for San, he folded with sympathy within seconds of the sight. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

“Really?” Seonghwa whimpered.

Whatever soft and gentle treatment San was about to pamper him with was cut off by Wooyoung’s simpler answer. “Just make sure you’ve earned it.”

With determination, Seonghwa nodded. First, he wrapped a hand around his own cock, gasping at the contact of his palm’s soft skin. His pretty moans were quickly muffled though as he willingly suckled on the tip of San’s dick. His tongue slid over every crevice between parted lips but it was clear neither his mouth or hand would be moving until San took control.

“You idiot, don’t just stand there. You told him to set the pace and he did. Don’t disappoint us.” Wooyoung continued to redirect the scene in the direction of his ideal fantasy. “Give our good boy the face fucking he deserves.” Greedy as he was, the interruption was the final push necessary to give San the reassurance that he wouldn’t break their poor toy.

Much like before, he pushed himself inside the cavern between Seonghwa’s swollen lips, filling the hole inch by inch. However, this time, there was no resistance until he bottomed out, sharp breaths from Seonghwa’s nose puffing against his abdomen.

Their toy was finally ready to be thoroughly used.

San’s hips pulled back only to snap forward again, filling Seonghwa’s throat with his shaft and subsequently drowning him with hot precum.

Seonghwa only groaned with pleasure, giving slow strokes to his own hard cock in tandem with San’s hesitant movements.

He fucked him again. And again. And again, before deciding that Seonghwa really could take it. He would take it, regardless of his capabilities. Their Hyung was beyond determined to be used that night. Used until San was fucking him at that relentless speed he was desperately begging for. Seonghwa didn’t want time to catch his breath; he wanted San.

Wooyoung eyed the thick liquid dripping from Seonghwa’s cock as it was thrust into his creamy fist with each of San’s movements. Seonghwa’s pale body was being jerked around to his advantage, not even needing to move his wrist to fuck himself in time with San’s thrusts. Wooyoung’s voice was shaky. “See Sannie, he loves it! He’s getting close already.”

San grunted, appreciative of the description that made his imagination go wild. “Fuck, I am too.” His body ached from repeatedly slamming his cock down Seonghwa’s eager throat, the boy somehow still finding time to swallow around him on the way in and out. San threw his head back, exposing a neck full of fading purple and red. “Won’t be much longer.”

“Oh! On his face, please?” Wooyoung begged, clearly getting close himself as well. “I want to see your load so badly. I want to see you all over that pretty face of his.”

San nodded, more than happy to oblige the request. He redirected his attention to Seonghwa, blissed out and hardly paying attention to the world around him. He needed to come back to reality first. “I’m so fucking close. God.” It took all San’s focus to give the simple task. “Cum with me, baby. You can manage that, can’t you?” It was hardly a question. The three boys had mere seconds left of pride before they’d all have to choose where they wanted to empty their loads.

Seonghwa couldn’t answer with words but his eyes, fluttering up at San with both pride of his journey and need for conclusion, said all he needed to know. Seonghwa allowed his jaw to go slack and his neck to fall limp, head only being held upright by large, gentle hands as San fucked the mouth relentlessly, hips on fire and balls tighter than ever.

Right until they weren’t.

With a flash of white, San’s vision went blank, just enough coherence left to fulfill the request of pulling out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a whine, thick and creamy strands still connected to his lips, and blow the rest of his load all over Seonghwa’s tolerant face.

Just as he was told, Seonghwa came with him, holding himself hostage on the edge right until the first gulp of hot cum hit the back of his throat and the second ended up on his cheek. He shook his cock vigorously, making sure every last drop had been milked as San just kept finishing over and over for what felt like forever, covering Seonghwa with a trophy of his hard work.

Ironically, Wooyoung came last, cock intentionally directed up his own body as he spurted ropes of white all over his chest and stomach for no reason other than giving himself a show. While it was only seconds later than the others, he was stubborn, refusing to let himself go without that visual he wanted so badly of Seonghwa’s face, soft cheeks and puffy lips coated in streaks of his boyfriend’s hot load and stripping him of all dignity. He happily licked his own fingers clean of excess while admiring his boys, both satisfied and happy.

While it would usually be considered a waste to see San’s cum anywhere other than in one of his own holes, Wooyoung figured Seonghwa’s lips were free real-estate for a taste. Breaking the barriers of his fantasy, he crawled over and claimed Seonghwa’s mouth with a kiss, much gentler than usual for Wooyoung. Seonghwa, still not sure exactly what was going on, melted right into the feeling of cold lips notching against his own, wet and salty with yet another familiar flavour mixing in to accompany San’s taste.

Barely recovering from his pleasure, San broke out in a beaming smile when his eyes opened to two pretty boys on their knees, sloppily kissing next to his satisfied cock and sharing his taste.

Wooyoung pulled back first, admiring the deer-in-headlights look on Seonghwa’s face. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up so we can ruin you all over again.”

#ateez fic #ateez smut #woosanhwa #woosan #woohwa #sanhwa #atz fic #atz smut #so sorry for making wooyoung a cuck here #it's sexy though so i think it's ok #wooyoung smut #san smut #seonghwa smut

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petertingle-yipyip · 3 years

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SIN MIEDO - BUCKY BARNES (THREE)

EPISODE THREE : POWER BROKER

series tags: @calums-betch // SM masterlist // another madripoor gif bc i loved those scenes

Pairing: Stark!Reader x Bucky Barnes (platonic/flirty)

Word Count: 9,209

Summary: Leaving John Walker in the dust, Y/N had to follow Barnes to a shifty contact. That leads them to Madripoor and an unexpected, and suspicious, ally. Juggling her grief, her control, her own doubts, the pressure of Walker on their tail, and a school girl crush, can she handle the fight?

The next day, the three of you found yourselves in Berlin. You weren’t surprised how easy it was to get through security. Flashing a smile and an ID with Stark on it opened pretty much any door. Surely it had nothing to do with Sam working with the Air Force again.

“Last time I was in Germany, we weren’t on the same side.” You commented nostalgically as you three followed the security guard. “How the tables have turned.”

“I’m gonna go in alone.” Barnes said as you all approached the last corridor.

“Not a chance.” You laughed as Sam said “Why?”

“You’re Avengers..” Barnes reasoned. “You know how he feels about that.”

“It’s not like you two were known for frolicking in the sun together.” Sam mocked.

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history. Trust me, I got it.” Barnes assured before turning to leave. When Sam didn’t stop him, you did.

Quickly you reached out and grabbed his wrist. You made no effort to pull him back and he didn’t exactly pull away from you. He looked back at you with a stern expression, that he wasn’t going to cave.

“You’re not going alone, Barnes.” You said seriously, tightening your grip on his wrist slightly.

“Y/N-“ He tried.

“No.” You cut in. “I don’t care. I can do this all day.” You offered with a slight smirk.

He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before caving. He nodded slightly, his expression betraying that he was slightly impressed. “Fine. Hurry up.” He said, nodding for you to follow.

“Yessir, Sergeant Barnes.” You chuckled as you followed behind Barnes. The comment earned you an eye roll and a scoff, but nothing was said.

“You sure you want to do this?” You checked as you two waited for security to let you in. “I can handle it on my own..”

“I can do it.” He nodded as you approached the cell.

“I’m sure you can.” You shrugged casually. “It was more about if you wanted to.”

You stayed a couple steps behind Barnes, using the shadows to stay mostly out of sight. You didn’t want to talk to Zemo, let alone be in the room. But part of you wanted to make sure that nothing happened. You didn’t know if you could stop Barnes if Zemo triggered the Winter Soldier, but you probably had the best shot.

You watched Barnes’ body language carefully. From your angle, you could see the look on his face. The tension of his shoulders. The hand you could see was in a tight fist. There was a certain fear in his eyes, in the way his jaw clenched. You could tell that a part of him, even if it was a small part, was scared that Zemo would send him back to the Winter Soldier.

Zemo tried the trigger words but earned no reaction from Barnes. You let out a breath of relief and saw Barnes’ shoulders relax as that tension left him. You didn’t doubt that Barnes had control, that his time in Wakanda was enough to rid his mind of HYDRA’s influence, but you also knew Zemo was crafty. You didn’t trust that he didn’t have a couple tricks up his sleeve. But then again… So did you.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Zemo said, catching your attention. “It was never personal.”

“Seemed kinda personal.” You muttered to yourself. You were anxious, shifting your weight between your feet. You wondered what Sam was feeling back in the hallway but you couldn’t go back. The tension in your body was begging for a release, seemingly burning it’s way through your skin. There was a crackle of electricity between your fingers, a skill you hardly had a grip on. You only figured out how to use it in quick bursts or it would build itself up in moments of high tension.

“You brought a friend?” Zemo questioned, his eyes turning to you. You sunk deeper into the shadows.

“Someone recreated the super soldier serum.” Barnes said to redirect his attention. There was more control in his tone and it settled something anxious in the pit of your stomach. “I need to find out who.”

“You’re assuming HYDRA has something to do with this.” Zemo said simply, studying Barnes as he spoke. The expression Zemo held, the way he was looking at Barnes like an experiment, tempted you to reveal yourself. Something about it made your skin crawl, but you knew you had to refrain. You needed the info. “Which is why you came to me, which means you’re desperate…” A smug tone laced his voice and made you want to gag. “Lucky for you, and your friend in the shadows, I know where to begin.”

“And in exchange?” You finally spoke, stepping into the small sliver of light and taking your place beside Barnes. “What’s it going to take?”

His sly smile made you instantly regret the question.

Without explaining anything to Sam, you and Barnes led him to a series of tunnels underground. You opted to remain silent through the endeavor, knowing you wouldn’t be able to explain it right. While Sam pestered Barnes about the plan, you were busy finding the best route.

You kept one hand against the concrete wall, tapping your fingers to feel the vibrations. The tunnels were empty save for you three. They lead to a basement where you stopped for Barnes to walk Sam through a “hypothetical”.

“Please tell me this is an actual hypothetical.” Sam looked to you. In the meantime, you were toying with balls of air in your palm. You were balancing on them in a handstand.

“Yeah.” You lied. “It’s a hypothetical.”

Barnes continued to explain everything while you purposefully distracted yourself. You weren’t a huge fan of this plan, but Barnes had a point. Zemo offered a starting point. Walker had nothing. You guys had nothing. Though you’d never admit it, you needed Zemo.

“Speak of the devil.” You commented when you felt his footsteps approaching. You landed back on your feet as Zemo entered the room.

“You’re going back to prison.” Sam insisted.

“If I may-“ Zemo tried.

“No!” Sam and Barnes yelled simultaneously.

“Sorry.” You said with a shrug, bringing your forearms up and slamming them together. The movement called walls of earth to rise and trap Zemo in a thick rock casing. “It’s nothing personal.”

“When Steve refused to sign the Accords, you backed him.” Barnes countered.

“You broke the law and stuck your neck out for him.” You added.

“I distinctly remember you-“ Sam pointed to you. “-were on the other side.”

“My name’s not anywhere on that document.” You corrected. “I was a minor. Wouldn’t have been legally binding.”

“I’m asking you to do it again.” Barnes tried.

“I really think I’m invaluable-“ Zemo began again.

“Shut up!” You groaned, lifting the rock to meet his chin. “I will go all the way up.” You threatened before turning your attention back to the boys. “I’m with Barnes. I know it’s crazy but it’s the best shot we got. And we gotta move fast cause Walker is working on this too.”

“Okay.” Sam agreed finally. You dropped the rock prison and looked to the boys. “You don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded.

“Otherwise, you deal with me.” You said simply. His eyebrows raised in interest, a slight challenge glinting in his eyes. You lifted your hand in front of your face, palm to the side. As you lowered your hand, you angled it so your fingertips pointed at Zemo. You saw his muscles tighten as he struggled but gave in to your control and went down to his knees.

“Dad once said the best weapon was the weapon you only had to fire once.” You said as if you were contemplating the words. “Let’s hope he was right.” You released Zemo before Sam spoke up.

“So where do we start?” He asked.

While Zemo was collecting his things from one of the cars, he explained where to start. He mentioned a woman named Selby as a starting point.

“This whole time you were rich?” Sam asked wildly as you approached a private jet.

“I’m a Baron, Sam.” Zemo answered in a matter of fact tone. “My family was royalty until you destroyed my country.”

“Eh.” You shrugged. “The Stark jet is nicer.”

You sat across from Barnes while Sam sat across from Zemo. You weren’t too interested in conversation. You didn’t know where you were going, nor did you really care. The sudden movement of Barnes made you snap to attention.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Barnes threatened lowly with a hand at Zemo’s throat.

“At ease, soldier.” You reached over to tug on Barnes’ jacket. After a moment’s hesitation, he came and sat back down.

“I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo said with a solemn nod. He gestured between you and Barnes. “What I don’t understand is the relationship here. Are you two… involved?”

“Don’t push it.” Barnes muttered angrily as you simply rolled your eyes.

Sam talked about the book, that it used to be Steve’s. He bragged about how he suggested something for Steve to write in it. You remembered you had suggested some things for him to look into too, your favorite had been all the horror movies you got him to add.

Sam and Barnes then bickered about the Troubleman soundtrack, to which Zemo chimed in. You groaned slightly, throwing your head back and staring at the ceiling. The conversation quickly shifted to Steve and super soldiers, mildly peaking your interest.

“Cities fly. Innocent people die.” Zemo carried on.

“You forget who you’re talking to.” You laughed in disbelief.

“Pardon?”

“You’re talking about Sokovia… I was there. And my dad nearly died - yet again - trying to save the world… Trying to fix his mistake but no one cared about that part, right?.”

“Only nearly..” He agreed. “I think it’s fair to say the Avengers, none of you were really innocent.”

“And he actually did die to bring back half the universe so excuse me if I don’t share your bitterness.”

“It seems that you do, Y/N.” He analyzed, watching the response your eyes gave away.

“Shut it.” You rolled your eyes.

Conversation quickly shifted to Madripoor. Zemo and Barnes explained what it’s like, what it was. It sounded like a place out of a book, but given that your career was fighting A.I. powered robots and a giant genocidal purple lunatic, nothing was surprising anymore.

“James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo told Barnes.

A solemn expression came over Barnes. You couldn’t tell if it was regret, remorse, or something else. You leaned forward, resting elbows on your knees. You nodded to motion Barnes to come closer. He leaned forward in the same way.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” You asked quietly. “We can find another way, or we can do this witho-“

“I’m not sitting out.” He cut in. “I’ll be fine. Why do you keep trying to sideline me?”

“You won’t be alone.” You offered genuinely. “Sam and I got your back.”

Later that night, you walked the bridge that led to Madripoor.

“So who am I supposed to be, exactly?” You asked after Zemo had explained Sam’s character for the night.

“Rosalinda Calvillo Del Santos.” He said, showing you a picture of the girl. “Heiress to a huge cartel ring out of Mexico City.”

“Woah, she’s hot.” You nodded, slightly impressed. “And this dress… Seems like it perfectly matches her style.”

You motioned to the dress you wore. It was a tight, short black silk dress with a 4 inch slit up the right side that showed off your body beautifully. The chest of the dress hung perfectly to keep you covered but still catch attention. The straps were silver jewels in a halter style while additional pieces of thin black silk stretched across your back in a criss cross pattern.

“She's also a bit sadistic.” Zemo added nonchalantly. “But I’m sure you’ll play that just fine.”

“Fun.” You nodded.

“She kinda does look like you.” Sam commented as he leaned over to see the picture while he adjusted the cuffs of his jacket.

“She can’t be that hot then.” Bucky said sarcastically.

“Oh shut up.” You laughed as you pushed Barnes slightly. “You’re just used to girls in the 40’s and the whole modest look, huh?”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “You ever gonna retire the old man jokes?”

“Maybe, but you have to admit how good I look.” You countered.

“Not a chance, little lady.” He smiled and shot a wink your way as he opened the car door for you.

“Well, Sergeant Barnes, what a gentleman.” You said sarcastically, holding a hand to your chest. “I’m so flattered.” You patted his chest as you sat down, scooting to sit in the middle.

The car ride was quick, although the motorcycles that surrounded your vehicle put you on edge a bit. The cold feeling of Barnes’ vibranium arm pressing against your own arm was the only thing that managed to keep you from burning through the car.

“The bracelet needs to come off.” Zemo pointed out on your walk to the bar.

“Excuse me?” You answered quickly, your opposite hand moving quickly to defend the metal cuff.

“Rosalinda only wears gold. She’s never been seen with anything else.”

“But this bracelet is-“

“Hideous” Zemo cut in.

“No! It’s from my dad, jackass!” You argued and stopped your steps.

“Here, let me have it.” Barnes held his hand out, to which you simply took a step away from him. “Y/N, come on.”

“No, I- I can’t take it off.”

Barnes sighed slightly before sliding two fingers under the collar of his shirt to pull a small chain out. He reached behind his neck to unclasp it before offering it to you. “Put your bracelet on here. Nothing’s going to happen to it.” Barnes explained.

“What are…” You asked softly as you reached for the chain. Your fingers grazed the small metal shapes dangling at the end, turning them so you could read the inscriptions. “James Buchanan Barnes..” You read silently. “These are your tags.. Barnes, I can’t ask you to-“

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“Y/N..” Sam tried gently. “It won’t be that long, I promise.”

“Okay, fine.” You agreed reluctantly. You handed Barnes back his chain before reaching for your cuff. You put two fingers together above the metal cuff, focusing on separating it enough to slide your wrist out. Your eyes lingered on the band of lighter skin that was hidden by the cuff, proving to everyone around you that you never took it off. Once you freed your wrist, the cuff circled the fingers you used to open it. You glided it to hook over Barnes’ chain, connecting your fingers again to reconnect the metal. “Please don’t lose it.. It means everything to me.”

“Trust me.” He nodded as he reclasped his chain around his neck. He tucked the tags and your bracelet under his shirt and patted it lightly. You smiled gently in thanks before turning back to the door.

“Good. Now, escort her in.” Zemo instructed Bucky. Barnes held out an arm for you to take so you looped yours through his, making Zemo click his tongue at you. “Other side.”

“What difference does it make?” You asked in annoyance.

“The Del Santos family -especially Rosalinda- loves to show power.” He explained. “Having the Winter Soldier makes you powerful, but being on that side-“ He pointed to Barnes’ metal arm. “-shows it off… They also know how to barter for that power, if you know what I mean.” He gave you a pointed look and nodded towards Barnes, assuming you would understand what he meant. You hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but you understood.

“So treat him like a trophy?” You replied with a raised brow as you stepped around to switch sides. “Easy enough.”

“Oh god.” Barnes mumbled under his breath. “Don’t abuse this.”

“I think you’ll like being shown off a little.” You smirked slightly, keeping your head high as you followed Barnes’ lead into the building. “I’ll try not to go too far.”

Like flipping a switch, you fell into character once you stepped into the crowd and instantly made a statement.

“Listo para cumplir, Soldado de Invierno?” You said simply, keeping your head high and shoulders back as you followed Barnes through the crowd.

You heard the whispers, asking if that was really the Winter Soldier. You had to admit, it gave you a feeling of pride in your chest to see everyone look at you in awe. The respect in their eyes when they met yours was interesting. It was different from the respect you got as Y/N Stark. There was an underlying tone of fear in the looks as well.

Your small group stayed at the bar, Barnes kept his head on a swivel while you leaned your elbows on the bar top behind you. You lazily turned your head to check on Sam but saw the bartender slicing open a snake.

“Al menos no tengo que hacer nada que… asqueroso.” You said to Barnes before chuckling. He made a small sound of agreement, the tiniest hint of a smile toying with his features. “Vamos. Diviértete, soldado.”

“Mi misión es protegerte.” He replied in a flat, monotonous voice.

“Ay, díos.” You groaned, turning to face the bartender. “Señor? Bourbon, neat. Please.”

“Since when do you drink, Santos?” He nodded in amusement as he poured your drink.

“Well, it’s been a rough week.” You sighed, lifting the glass in thanks. “Put it on my friend’s tab.” You winked at Zemo before turning back to look at the busy crowd.

“You lot aren’t welcome here.” A bald man came up to Zemo.

“We have no business with the Power Broker.” Zemo started. “But if he insists…”

“He can come and talk to me.” You cut in, resting a hand on Barnes’ shoulder and sipping your drink. “Or bring Selby for a chat.” You shrugged.

“What do you know about the Power Broker?” Sam asked when the man was out of earshot.

“Here he is judge, jury, and executioner.” Zemo said quickly.

“We’ve got company.” You said into your drink. You set the cup down and cleared your throat. “Soldado de Invierno, hora de ir a trabajar.”

The man reached a hand for your shoulder but was instantly snatched by Barnes. You had to give it to him. He was a very convincing actor. It seemed easy for him to slip back into that person, to become the Winter Soldier. You knew it wasn’t really him, but the violent scene in front of you was hard to deny.

Sam saw it too. He looked to you in concern, hearing the same click of the guns that you did. You easily took the few steps to stand between him and Zemo.

“Don’t worry.” You said simply, maintaining the cocky smirk you wore as Barnes did his work. “He’s got this.. But that’s not what that look is about, is it?” You glanced at Sam and saw the expression on his face. It held concern for Barnes but also the flash of a memory when the Winter Soldier attacked you all after the UN bombing.

“You break character and this whole bar is against us.” You used your glass to cover your lips while you spoke. “I don't like this either but-

Before you finished your sentence, Barnes slammed a man on the bar top by his throat. You instantly slipped back into character to respond.

“Buen trabajo, querido soldado.” You giggled with a pat on his chest. He let the man go as the bartender told you Selby was ready. You swallowed the rest of your drink before putting the cup back on the bar.

“Vamos.” You nodded. Barnes held an arm out for you to take, which you quickly did.

“You okay?” Sam asked Barnes quietly as you followed Zemo to Selby. A sharp nod was the only response Sam got.

You let Zemo talk to Selby since you had no idea who the woman was. You stayed towards the back of the room with Sam and Barnes, your arms still linked. The cold metal against your arm was the only thing that kept you from bursting into flames.

It was easy enough to be Rosalinda. Confident, powerful, demanding respect, beautiful and a little flirty. It mildly shocked you that you could play into her sadism. You didn’t know where you pulled that from. Maybe Nat taught you better than you thought. Outside of that, Rosalinda was close enough to a Stark that you didn’t feel like you were pretending too much. And lucky for you, you learned Spanish as a child. It was the people that knew her that worried you. One wrong mannerism, one wrong saying, and the whole thing was blown.

“What’s the offer?” Selby asked after an attempted flirt with Sam. You caught Zemo’s signal, a silent attempt to tell you it was your turn.

“I suppose it’s more my offer.” You spoke up.

“I didn’t know Calvillos travelled this far.” Selby smiled mischievously.

“Well I heard you like to play hard ball.” You said with a sly smile. “Del Santos can play too. My offer is him. The Winter Soldier, el soldado de invierno.” You offered confidently, walking a small circle around Barnes. “And the words to control him, of course.”

You traced your fingers along his shoulders, across his back and down his metal arm. You felt him tense under your touch, but his demeanor never faltered. “He will do anything you want.” You added, facing Barnes and gently running your hands down his arms. “I’m sorry.” You whispered honestly. Your expression reset to a playful pride as you spun to take your original place beside Barnes and watched for Selby’s reaction.

“This is a fun surprise. I’m glad I didn’t kill you all immediately.” She said happily.

“You have information I want.” You stepped in front of Barnes, blocking him from her line of sight. “You give me everything I need and I give you him.”

She bit her lower lip as she smiled. Her eyes looked Barnes up and down, and it made you want to gag.

“Hello? Are we going to do business or are you going to ogle him all night?” You asked in annoyance as you crossed your arms.

“A bit testy tonight.” She said with an entertained smirk and your pulse jumped. “You were right to come to me.” She said with a nod. “The serum is here, in Madripoor. You’re gonna want to talk to Dr. Wilfred Nagel. Power Broker had him work on it but it didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still here?”

“Crumbs for free but the bakery will cost you.” She wagged a finger at you. “And before you get cute, you can’t find Nagel with me.”

Before either you or Zemo could offer a rebuttal, Sam’s phone went off. You felt in your bones that it wasn’t going to work out well if he answered that call.

As Sam was on the phone, which Selby made him answer on speaker, she circled you and Barnes. You nodded towards Sam, allowing Barnes to take a few steps away from you.

Before you knew it, your cover was blown and the shot rang out. Selby was dead and the boys easily took down the other two guys in the room.

“This is going to come back to us.” You said as you stood on the other side of the room, as far from her body as you could be.

“Just drop the weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo said, trying to gain control of the situation.

Without other options, you all followed Zemo out and through the streets of Madripoor. Every turn you took, you felt more and more eyes upon you. Phones buzzed every second and you could only assume it was word spreading of Selby’s death.

“I don’t like this.” You muttered.

As soon as the words left your mouth, gun shots sounded. Barnes grabbed your hand and began running with you following close behind. You ducked the shots and grabbed Barnes’ hand a little tighter. You turned to see Sam struggling to keep up.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam yelled.

“Try running in stilettos and a mini skirt.” You replied in annoyance.

“You want to stop them?” Barnes tried.

“I can’t really focus right now.” You answered with an eye roll. You were going to stop and try lifting a rock wall behind you or creating a gust to push them back or even try to summon a quick lightning burst.

Shots came from a high window and took out the two men behind you before you tried to fight back. Zemo came out from behind a dumpster and made a stupid comment about a guardian angel.

“What a coward.” You sneered, Barnes holding you back when you made a move to slap the Baron.

“This is too perfect.” A familiar voice came from the shadows. You pulled away from Barnes and called a small flame to your palm. “Drop it, Zemo.”

“Sharon?” Barnes asked.

“You cost me everything.” She ignored you guys. You didn’t let the fire go out.

“Wait, Sharon.” Sam tried. “Someone recreated the super soldier serum. Zemo had a lead.”

“That explains why you guys are here and why Selby’s dead.”

“Why are you here?” You asked carefully.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember?” She scoffed. “And I took the wings for your ass-“ She pointed her gun at Sam. “-so you could save his ass-“ Her gun pointed to Barnes. “-from his ass.” Her gun landed on Zemo. “I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up so I’m in Madripoor.”

Sam tried reasoning with Sharon but got nowhere.

“We need your help.” You tried and let the flame in your palm die out. “Please. We- We didn’t have any other options…”

With a heavy sigh, Sharon told you all to follow her. You were the first to follow her footsteps. After a second, the other three came behind you. You were questioning the timing of Sharon’s reveal, but overall you were grateful she showed up. Things weren’t looking great up until then.

“Seems like being on the run treated you better than it treated Sam.” You commented as you looked around at Sharon’s place.

“If I was going to be a hustler, I was gonna live like one.” She said, a hint of pride in her tone.

The three boys then talked about the art, and whether it was real or fake. Sam didn’t believe them until a quick google search told him the truth. Sharon made you all change your clothes, pulling out a whole rack of clothes for the boys to look through and letting you sift through her closet.

You decided on a fitted maroon wrap-style dress. It was a soft material, fitting the curves of your body perfectly. The spaghetti straps criss-crossed behind your neck. You kept your same black heels and made your way back to the group and took a seat with Barnes on the couch.

Sam and Sharon talked a bit, ridiculing the idea of heroes. She called it hypocrisy, claiming that’s why Sam gave up the shield.

“Wow.” You teased as you sat. “You clean up nice, Barnes.”

He smiled slightly at you. “Hey, I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.” He said simply.

“Huh?” His statement took you by surprise. It wasn’t the response you expected. “Right. Yeah, I learned it when I was a kid. Dad tried to teach me French but Spanish was more natural cause my mom's side of the family.”

“You look good too, by the way.” He added and gave you a slight nudge. “Cause I know that’s what you wanted to hear.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Your face.” He said simply. “You give away a lot of emotions in your face.”

“I do not!” You insisted quietly with a chuckle, smacking his arm.

“Yes, you do.” He laughed with a nod.

“Wait a second…” You paused, crossing your legs and leaning towards him. “Were you just nice to me?” You teased with a wide smile.

“Don’t push it.” He chuckled.

“Hey... I’m sorry about using you as bait with Selby. I figured that’s what Zemo was hinting at… It didn’t seem like there was any room for me to say no.” You said honesty. The look in his eyes when you dangled him in front of Selby, you could tell it brought back so much of his trauma. That inability to say ‘no’. You truly had felt wrong for doing it. “I shouldn’t have-“

“Y/N.” Barnes said and put a hand on your leg. Your words were cut off instantly. “It’s alright.. It was for the mission.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You said softly. “You’re not just an asset or a trophy. You’re my friend.”

“How is the new Cap, by the way?” Sharon asked, drawing your attention.

“Don’t even get me started.” Barnes shook his head.

You dropped your head back to look at her over the back of the couch. “He thought he could bail me out of jail and we’d be best friends.”

“He really thought you needed bail money? ” She laughed as she came around to sit with you two. “And you. You were Mr. America before you were his pet psychopath.” She told Barnes. “Cap’s best friend.”

“She’s kind of awful now.” Barnes said to you.

“She was always kinda awful.” You mumbled while Sam refocused everyone.

“You guys shouldn’t be involved in this.” She said, as if she was warning you. “For your own safety.”

“We got a name.” You added, not leaving any room for discussion. Something about the way Sharon talked to you led you to hold suspicions. “Wilfred Nagel.”

“Nagel works for the Power Broker.” She explained.

“I can get your name cleared, Sharon. But we need your help.” Sam tried.

“I don’t buy that.”

“They cleared the bionic staring machine and he killed almost everyone he met.”

“I heard that.” Barnes said, which drew a small laugh from you.

“I don’t trust charity.” Sharon countered.

“Let’s call it a deal then.” Sam offered.

“Fine.” She shook Sam’s hand. “Lay low. Enjoy the party. And stay out of trouble.”

“I do like a good party.” You smiled as you stood. You held a hand out to Barnes, who groaned before pushing himself up.

He held an arm out to you but before you took it, you turned to face him straight on. You casually adjusted his suit jacket before your hands moved across his chest. Your hands went to his neck while he watched your hands carefully. You slid both pointer fingers under the collar of his shirt and he tensed slightly. You pulled his chain out and held it with one hand and used the other to release your bracelet. You fit the metal cuff back to its rightful place on your wrist with a proud smile.

“Didn’t give anything away that time, did I, James?” You said quietly, shooting him a quick wink.

“Shall we?” You asked happily, turning to face Zemo and Sam.

Even though you had a point in being in Madripoor and it definitely wasn’t a party, you were excited for the party. It would be nice to relax, not feel any guilt over your father. Any grief over Nat. Any anger at John Walker. And stress about being an Avenger. You could just be a twenty one year old kid and have fun for the first time in what felt like ever.

You lost the boys in the crowd rather quickly. But it wasn’t a heavy thought in your mind to stay with them. What seemed to bounce around in your brain were your interactions with Barnes through the day. You couldn’t quite figure out if you were flirting with him intentionally or just habitually.

You brushed it off temporarily as your personality. You were a Stark after all. And Starks tend to flirt with anyone… Right?

Regardless, you weaved through the crowd and let yourself enjoy the party for a moment. You enjoyed the music, letting your body sway and spin with the vibrations. It was hard for you to tell where anyone was through the vibrations of the floor with the vibrations from the speakers, but you told yourself that wasn’t your problem. Barnes and Sam would be fine for a little while. You weren’t sure how long you had been dancing when you heard the boy beside you.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” A boy said from your side.

Turning, you were met by a very beautiful boy. He was a bit taller than you, dark brown curly hair that fell messily across his forehead. You couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, only that they were looking at you with admiration. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“I’m just passing through.” You answered vaguely. Given your previous escapades through Madripoor, you wanted to be as discreet as you could until you were able to leave.

“You come with anyone?”

“Just a few friends..”

“No boyfriend?”

“A boyfriend?” You repeated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Girlfriend?” He tried.

“No.” You laughed slightly. “I’ve been out of the dating game for a few years, actually.” You snapped your fingers to show what you meant.

“You’re too pretty to be at a party alone.” He shamelessly flirted.

“Well I’m not alone.” You corrected. “This is actually a friend’s party.”

“Your friends with the Power Broker?”

Before you could voice a response, a hand found your arm. You quickly looked over and saw Barnes at your side, only his eyes weren’t on you. They were on the new guy.

“I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?” The boy said nervously.

“Come on, Sarge.” You chuckled, noticing the staring and tense shoulders resembled jealousy. But for Barnes, distrust and suspicion was a more likely reaction. “It was nice to meet you.” You told the kid before pushing Barnes to move.

You couldn’t help but wonder… If the party was the Power Broker’s, but Sharon was hosting like it was her party.. Could Sharon be the Power Broker? Or closer involved than she led you to believe at least?

The next morning, you were all walking through an old shipping yard. Sharon was smart enough to grab you a more practical outfit, a skinny fit pair of black pants and a fitted light blue long sleeve and better shoes. You followed Sharon’s lead to crate. While she stayed for lookout, your group of four went in.

You knocked with one hand and felt the vibrations change at the end. You nodded towards the back of the container so Zemo went to take a look and exposed a secret door.

Sam and Barnes went in first, you behind them, and Zemo behind you. The guys tried to get you to take a gun but you adamantly refused, telling them you were a terrible shot and you had weapons of your own. Sam tried talking to Nagel, but he tried to run instead. Instantly, Nagel froze when he saw Barnes.

“You know who he is, right?” You chuckled, something intimidating dancing in your words. It was something you normally didn’t hear in your voice. You usually weren’t the intimidating type but things were different…You were different. “There’s Baron Zemo and me… Well, you’ll see.”

“How about a counter proposal?” Nagel tried. You ignored Sharon’s warnings in your ear. “Make me a better offer and I’ll talk.”

“Your life isn’t enough?” Your brows raised as you challenged him. You nodded slightly before raising your hand. Your fingers lazily pointed straight up as you grabbed hold of Nagel’s blood. “You don’t know what I’m capable of, do you?”

“Maybe she’s the intimidating one.” Zemo said, an odd respect in his voice.

You forced Nagel to his knees while Sam kept his gun pointed at him. “I can manipulate air too… I wonder if I could pull it from your lungs since you refuse to talk.”

“Okay, okay!” Nagel broke and told you the whole story after you released him. You were getting good at your new blood trick, and that mildly worried you but you had to push it to the back of your mind. Parts of his story included Siberia, an American who you could only assume was Isaiah Bradley, the Snap, and the Power Broker.

You caught the name Donya Madani, committing it to memory. If she was someone Karli wanted to help, she was someone that could lead you to her.

“Is there any serum in this lab?” Barnes asked. When Nagel didn’t answer, he pressed the gun to the man’s temple.

“No!” He said quickly. “But would she-“ He gestured to you. “-be incredible with it.”

“Thanks, but that’s a question I don’t need answered.” You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall behind you.

“The pure power you hold..” He continued and let out a devious chuckle. “You’re not at all curious?”

“I’m not the kind of person who deserves it.. Trust me. There’s probably as much blood on my hands as his.” You nodded to Barnes. “Just different motives.”

“Aren’t you tired of depending on them to help you? To save you?”

“I know my value. Anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.”

The rest happened too fast to process in that moment. Sharon burst in. Zemo shot Nagel and that drew an interesting reaction from Sharon. And an explosion went off. Barnes had pulled you out of the way before you could get caught up in the blast.

Your head spun mildly from the quick movement and your ears rang violently. You tried to shake it off but that seemed to only make it worse. You felt a warm stream down the side of your head and realized a loose piece of shrapnel had sliced your forehead.

“You alright?” Barnes asked, helping you to your feet. “Y/N? Are you alright?”

“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded, mildly disoriented. Looking around, you saw the smoke gathering in the room. You put a hand above your head, using it to keep the smoke at the top of the room.

“Ah shit.” He muttered, pushing the loose hair out of your face. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hand away. “We gotta go. These chemicals are going to go off any second and I doubt I can save us from that.”

You got Sharon to her feet while Barnes got Sam. Sam asked about Zemo, but that was the least of your concerns. You four had to get out of there before you were trapped.

You tried using your powers to move the shipping containers or pull a piece of the wall apart but it was too heavy to do in such a hectic environment. There was too much going on for you to really focus. Once you were out, the boys started arguing about whose fault it was.

“Not the time!” You shouted at them, your back against one of the fallen containers. “We’re blocked in and you three are out of bullets. So either I can try to handle this or we stay here and get caught. Either way, you need to zip it so one of us can come up with something.”

“Just use your pow-“ Barnes tried.

“I can’t do anything when you’re this loud!” You snapped. “Besides, the containers are too heavy. I’m not strong enough.”

You thought out loud to yourself. “I could try a concrete wall but I don’t know how long I can hold it if I’m worried about getting shot.” You chewed your lower lip in contemplation. “I’m too far to try the blood thing… They’re firing too many bullets for me to redirect back… What if I…”

It was so much easier when you had your dad to talk things out with. When you had someone smarter than you and could see a different angle, who could run the numbers and tell you your best chance, everything was so much easier.

“How are you going to handle it then?” Sharon challenged with an eye roll.

“You really don’t know a thing about me, do you?” You laughed in disbelief.

Before she could offer a rebuttal, there was another explosion. A smirk found its way to your face as you got an idea. You quickly hopped the barricade your group was stuck behind, despite the protests from Barnes and Sam. You slid under a hanging metal beam and popped up by the explosion. You shaped the flames away from you four and pushed it towards the people shooting at you. You used what was left as a wall to give you cover for you to get away.

“That’s how I’m going to handle it.” You said with your trademark Stark pride as you met back up with the group.

“You could've got yourself killed.” Sam reprimanded as you four had to duck into a separate container after a gunshot nicked your shoulder. Barnes launched a metal pole through one of the shooters’ shoulders like a javelin before shutting the door behind him.

“Okay.” You groaned, lighting a flame on two fingers. “That could've got me killed.” You ran the flame gingerly along the graze in an attempt to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding.

“You’re an idiot.” Barnes grumbled.

“Who just saved your ass, huh?” You challenged as he opened the door when the shooting stopped.

“When are you gonna realize you’re not indestructible?”

“When are you gonna realize who you’re talking to?”

The heavy roar of an engine drew your attention and interrupted the sudden tension. The tension and attitude dissipated as soon as it came but you could tell it wasn’t going to be the last time that grievance was brought up.

“Supercharged.” Zemo said proudly as he pulled up in a sleek black car.

You let out a low whistle and nodded in approval. “She is a beaut.” You commented with an amused laugh. “Would it be wrong if I kept her after this?”

“You’re going back to jail.” Sam told him. “And you-“ He told you. “-aren’t keeping the car.”

“You’re no fun... Shut up and get in then.” You rolled your eyes. As Barnes climbed into the front seat, you went to the driver’s side - as if proving a point that you didn’t want to sit behind Barnes - and hopped over and into the backseat. “We still need him.”

Sam got in on the other side and after a quick conversation with Sharon, you were ready to go.

“You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?” Sam asked.

“No.” Barnes said simply. You rolled your eyes at his childish antics. You leaned forward and tugged his sleeve to get his attention.

“Move your seat up.” You insisted.

“I’m not gonna move my seat.”

“Why not?”

“He didn’t move his seat for me so I’m not-“

“Solo tienes que mover el maldito asiento, Barnes.”

“No me voy a mover“

“Venga, muévete.”

“Por qué debería?“

“Cállate y mueve el maldito asiento. Hmm?” You patted his chest before leaning back. Barnes scoffed, but slid forward slightly.

“Okay…” Sam started, leaning closer to you to speak quietly. “What the hell was that?”

“I’m fluent in Spanish.” You shrugged as you leaned to the middle and spoke in the same hushed tone. “Dad taught me when I was eight-ish. I use it for fun or when I’m trying to prove a point, hence the conversation you just saw. Why?”

“Not that… That.” He gestured to you with one hand and to Barnes with the other. “You guys have been flirting since-“

“Nope.” You shook your head and sat back again. “I’m not talking about that.”

“But you were! Why else would he listen to you?”

“What are you guys talking about back there?” Barnes tried.

“It’s above your pay grade, Barnes.” You answered without thought. “Anyways, Sam.” You turned back to Sam. “I’m a Stark. If there was any flirting, it’s harmless. Starks flirt with everyone.” You shrugged innocently.

“Mhmm.” Sam said unconvinced. “If you guys end up together and-“

“If we end up together I’ll be just as shocked as you.” You laughed. “But it’s not gonna happen. I’m pretty sure he hates me, deep down. You saw how he snapped at me a few minutes ago.”

“So just right now and the other day before Walker showed up, right? That’s what you’re basing this on?” Sam asked, gesturing a small circle in reference to the current scenario. You pressed your lips together in a line while you nodded. “But didn’t he make sure you didn’t make it worse after you got arrested?”

“Sure but-“

“Before we ran into Sharon, he reached for you, right?”

“Okay but wait-“

“And he pulled you out of the way of that blast?”

“I see what you’re saying but-“

“And he only seems to get mad at you when you get yourself hurt!”

“It’s coincidental!” You reasoned quickly with your hands up in surrender. “If he’s gonna like anyone, I highly doubt it’s gonna be me. Wanna know why?”

“Enlighten me.” Sam laughed.

“Cause I push every button I can with him.” You explained. “I annoy him and I talk shit to him and I don’t listen to him. I purposefully see what I can get away with. I’m his annoying roommate/best friend.”

“Right… Because that gimmick never leads to anything…” He rolled his eyes in amusement. “Whatever you say, Mini Stark.” He chuckled.

On the flight back, Sam and Barnes sat opposite each other while they talked. You opted to lay on the ground between them after healing your shoulder and other small scrapes, wanting something flat to let your back relax. As soon as you laid down, you felt your spine pop and practically reposition itself.

Your mind wandered back to the same thoughts it kept coming back to, with the newest additions to your messy brain. Your dad, and if you were doing right by him. Steve, and if you lived up to his expectations. Nat, and how she’d be proud to see you utilizing the skills she taught you. The boy at the party, his unintentional implications of Sharon and the Power Broker. And Barnes… Sam’s suggestion that you were purposefully flirting with Barnes had made you rethink your last interactions with him.

There were comments slipped in here or there, sure. You had played a bit when you took your bracelet back, sure. But were you flirting? Did you.. Did you have a crush on Barnes? No, no it was all in good fun. You didn’t really know him. Why would you flirt with someone you didn’t know? Right?

“Maybe I should’ve destroyed it.” Sam said, which instantly caught your attention.

“That shield represents a lot of things to a lot of people, including me.” Barnes said quickly.

“Yeah, me too.” You agreed from the floor. “My grandfather made that shield… It holds a special place in my heart, kinda the only physical thing from Howard...”

“The world is upside down and needs a new Cap.” Barnes started.

“And it’s not gonna be Walker.” You added.

“Before you destroy it, I’m going to take it from him myself.” He finished.

“Count me in, Barnes.” You said, sitting up when Zemo came down the aisle. You moved to sit by the side of Barnes’ chair and looked up at him. “In it together?” You asked, holding up a fist.

“Together.” He smiled slightly as he gave you the fist bump you waited for.

“Thanks, by the way.” You added softly as Zemo muttered something. “For keeping this safe-“ You shook your wrist. “-and for getting me out the way of that blast. I could’ve died but you didn’t let me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t let you die, Y/N.” He nodded. “You trust me yet?”

“Hmm, getting there.” You pondered playfully. “You’re making good progress, but it depends on if you’re still mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You yelled at me..” You realized how silly it was once you said it.

“You could've gotten hurt or even killed and I- I can’t have your blood on my hands too..”

“I know I’m not invincible…” You admitted heavily as you looked between Sam and Barnes. You knew Sam worried about you too, but he and Barnes had different ways of showing it. “I know I’m not Iron Man, but… But that’s the way I’ve always fought. It’s how I learned to fight. One time Steve told us ‘If you get hurt, hurt them back. And if you die, walk it off’.”

“Of course he did.” Barnes chuckled as Sam smiled fondly.

“It’s what I've always followed. So yeah, I’m a little reckless but I can heal myself so I never worried… But I guess I can try to be more strategic if it would make you guys feel better.” You offered with a small smile.

It was nice to know you had people watching your back, two people by your side that would seemingly burn down the world if it took you. You felt safer than you had with anyone since your dad.

“Why do you call him Barnes?” Zemo asked suddenly. “I thought you were all friends.”

“Wait. Does it bother you?” You wondered honestly, looking to Barnes.

“No, just a little different.” He answered with a small shrug.

“Dad always called him Barnes. Not James, or even Bucky. Guess I picked it up from him. I never really thought about it, in all honesty.” You shrugged.

“Yes, but that’s very business.” Zemo continued. “It’s so impersonal. If you two have a good relationship like you claim, or the type of relationship you two display… Shouldn’t you call him something more intimate?”

Using your powers, you plucked one of the ice cubes out of Zemo’s drink and flicked it towards his forehead. It smacked the center and left a wet square on his skin before plopping back in the cup. You smiled in amusement and looked to Barnes, who also enjoyed your little trick.

“Mind your business.” You chuckled, leaning your back against Barnes’ seat. You tilted your head back against the seat too, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh.

“Hey.” Barnes tapped a finger against your forehead. “Don’t sleep on the floor.”

“Stark?” Sam laughed from the other side of the aisle. “Get up, kid. There’s an open seat right here.”

“With the amount of times I’ve fallen asleep on the floor of my dad’s lab or in a desk chair leaning on a lab table or even on the lab table.” You laughed while you stayed in your spot. “This doesn’t bother me.”

“Get your ass up.” Barnes tried again.

“Too late!” You announced, dropping to the ground. “Good night.”

You woke up when you all landed. Even though you had napped on the floor, you didn’t wake feeling stiff or uncomfortable. You followed the boys out of the jet and through the Latvian streets.

It was a beautiful country, as many European countries were. Cobblestone streets that carried vibrations perfectly. Intricate stone buildings that were tall but not towering. Simple painted doors to break monotony.

“I don’t suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial?” Zemo asked, referencing the memorial for Sokovia.

“I did..” You said softly, almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

“Did you?” Zemo was honestly surprised.

“After my dad’s funeral, when I moved out… There was a gap between leaving and moving in with Barnes. I didn’t know where else to go or who I was without Tony Stark. So I went to the memorial… It didn’t make anything clearer but it reminded me of a lot.”

“I’m sorry about your father.” Zemo said. You swore you heard sympathy playing in his voice. “He had his flaws but he was a good man.”

“Yeah, thanks, you and the rest of the world are sorry.” You said, somewhat bitterly. “He was the only permanent family I had. No one cared about me like he did.” You felt Sam and Barnes shoot you a look of confusion but you didn’t acknowledge it.

“What about the Avengers?”

“Yeah, they were great.” You shrugged slightly. “It just wasn’t quite the same. I was the most important thing to him, you know? Whenever I was feeling off, he was always there with something fun to distract me. Granted, that something fun was usually a new piece of tech he wanted to test, but it always worked to cheer me up. The world misses and mourns Iron Man, the CEO of Stark Industries and Earth’s best defender. No one other than me mourns my dad.” You explained as you noticed a change in Barnes’ demeanor.

“I’m gonna go for a walk.” He announced.

“You good?” Sam tried.

“Yeah. See you in a bit.” He nodded before taking off.

You lingered outside while Zemo went in. Sam turned in the doorway when he realized you hadn’t moved.

“Little Stark?” Sam asked. “You coming?”

“That was weird, wasn’t it?” You commented, pointing in the direction Barnes went.

“Yeah but he’s weird.” Sam chuckled. “You know that…. Oh! I see what this is.”

“It’s not that.” You shook your head with an annoyed sigh.

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“Seriously? He’s our friend.”

“You don’t see me chasing after him.” Sam shrugged. “He’s a grown man, Y/N. If he wants to brood and take a walk, let him.”

“You didn’t see it.. Something caught his attention and made him leave.”

“Well I don’t just stare at him so no, I didn’t see anything.”

“Nat taught me to constantly watch my surroundings. To keep my head on a swivel… He saw something I didn’t, but I saw him see it. I just don’t know what exactly he saw.”

“Just come inside.” He sighed. “You can interrogate him when he comes back.”

“ Or I just go check on him… Cause I’m grown too and don’t have to listen to you.” You said carefully, hurrying after Barnes. You heard protests from Sam but none made you turn.

You made it to the alley where Barnes turned. You knelt at the corner, feeling the ground and knocking your knuckles against the stone. You closed your eyes to focus, picturing Barnes and an incoming familiar figure. With an amused smile, you turned the corner.

“Ayo.” You said happily. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“You followed me.” Barnes said, moderately annoyed.

“You made it easy enough.” You muttered before turning to the Dora.

“What brings you to Latvia?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Y/N.” She greeted respectfully. “I’m here for Zemo.”

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passable-talent · 3 years

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VADER X GN!READER

cryst am I writing a fic? what is that. who does that anymore akfkvjsb

dedicated to @sunsetkenobi bc she deserves it and I probably wouldn’t be writing this otherwise

okay so if you’ve seen how to train your dragon 2, this is that one scene. ya you know the one. I decided I wanted to break my own heart and here I am to do that so. ergo I do not own the song nor the original concept nor httyd akckcja

also I find writing vader exceedingly difficult thank u send tweet

my apologies for reappearing just to drop a mediocre fic

The stormtroopers took your saber when they captured you.

You had tears in your eyes as they ripped the blade from your grip, but you couldn’t do much about it, with force blockers around your wrists. You just had to watch as they carried away the last remaining piece of your husband.

You hadn’t seen Anakin since he left for Mustafar, intent on ending the Clone Wars. The last time you’d seen Obi-Wan, he told you that Anakin had been killed there, when a sith named Darth Vader struck him down.

Ever since, you’ve been hiding out. Hoping to escape the Jedi hunter who killed your husband. He was ruthless, and powerful, but you did your best to stay among the crowds, unseen, unnoticed.

Unnoticed was a word for it- you weren’t in Jedi robes, and you no longer had your saber. Being dragged through the bowels of an empire ship, stormtroopers flanking you on all sides, you looked like any other prisoner.

You got a cell far, far in the corners of the ship, like they were trying to bury you away. You took the steps down and into the cell and stood amongst it as the troopers left.

Your saber... who knows what they’d do with it. You’d made it with a piece of metal that Anakin had given you, a piece of scrap he’d found on one of his Padawan journeys with Obi-Wan. Nothing else... you had nothing else. You had nothing else of him. And now, your saber was gone, too.

So, your final few hours. You were caught as a Jedi, labeled a traitor to the empire. You were in the ship of Darth Vader, Jedi hunter. You were facing execution now, you knew it. You’d been caught.

So there was no need to hide anymore.

The cell was cold, but it wasn’t too bad. Your fingers would get chilly after a while, but for now, it was a good enough place to meditate. You hadn’t been able to take that risk in so long.

You sat down in the center of the cell, opening yourself to the force for the first time in years.

It was painful, at first. You felt great grief, all around you, surrounding you. It was familiar, too familiar, it brought you right back to the moment that Obi-Wan told you Anakin was dead.

But this was different.

It was a universal grief, one much bigger than one man. It was like a mourning of the force itself, mourning her lost Jedi, mourning each of the thousands of them.

You closed your eyes, feeling like you were leaving the cold cell, becoming bigger than it. You reached out to the ship, to the troopers who wouldn’t know the difference, the millions of miles of wiring working through the cruiser. You felt the metal, the heat, the drone-like worksmanship from the pilots and the sanitation crew.

And then you felt the anger. Rage, the likes of which you hadn’t felt in quite a while. It startled you, tossing you out of your meditation. You opened your eyes and fell backwards, catching yourself with your palms on the floor. And then the door opened.

You jumped to your feet, staring up at the imposing figure in the doorway. A black cape, a saber at his waist, and a menacing helmet.

He took a step into the room, and you took a step back. The door closed behind him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), Jedi scum,” Vader said, his voice deep and scratchy, even through the vocoder of his helmet.

“Lord Vader,” you answered, pressing your back against the wall. There was something to the area around him, the force felt so... unsettled. It was like he both channeled and reflected it, pulling it toward him and pushing it away. Like he was fighting it.

And yet... there was something familiar about him. Your gaze slipped back to his saber, which seemed so oddly familiar. His presence, as well. It made something in your mind ring, as though your own body felt him familiar, too.

How could that be?

“Keep your eyes from my saber,” Vader growled after a few moments of silence, “you won’t be taking it. You cannot escape.”

“I’m not thinking of taking it,” you assured him, hoping not to anger him. “It just... it reminds me of my husband’s saber.”

“Husband?” Vader echoed, his body unmoving. You wished he could at least take off the helmet so you could see his facial expression. “Jedi aren’t meant to marry.”

“I know,” you breathed out, trying to keep eye contact with the disturbingly familiar man, even through his helmet. “But I did.”

There was a moment in which the only thing you could hear was the humming of the ship. And then he turned, his cape spinning behind him, and made his way to the door.

Your husband- you would marry him again, if you could. He was the love of your life, and that was never going to change.

Your wedding, the most beautiful day of your life. Padme’s villa on Naboo, a gorgeous lakeside view, a beautiful ceremony, even if the both of you were still tainted with your padawan hairstyles. But then, later that night, sitting around a fire with a song you would go on to sing together every night you had to yourselves amidst the war. A song you’d develop a dance to, a song you could still hear in his voice, if you listened hard enough.

As Vader approached the door and began punching in a code, you turned your head to the side, closing your eyes.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” you began, whispering it under your voice, barely even melodic. You hadn’t intended for Vader to even hear you.

“With ne’er a fear of drowning, and gladly ride the waves of life, if you would marry me.” You glanced back up, seeing Vader frozen at the door. When you didn’t continue, he turned his head back toward you with the slowest movement.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey...” Your nerves got the best of you and you trailed away, no longer having the bravery to continue, the strength. You couldn’t cry in front of Darth Vader.

“...if you will promise me your heart...” came that rasping voice, and you snapped your head up. A shuddering breath escaped the vocoder of his helmet as he lifted his hands to its sides, lifting it from his head.

He turned his gaze to you, and your heart pounded harder with every feature you recognized. His face was scarred over from burns, his neck crossed on each side of his throat with thin surgery scars. His eyes were yellow and red, but that much was expected from Darth Vader. His hairline was mottled with scars where the scalp hadn’t healed enough to grow hair, and the rest was unkept, but still it was a familiar gold.

“And love me for eternity...”

Your eyes widened and your hands lifted up, reaching forward to his face, tears already welling in your eyes. Anakin, Anakin was alive, he’s right here. Your husband is alive. You cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. His voice was different, rougher, deeper, but still you heard him. His eyes closed slowly, his face lowering into your palms.

“My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me...” You took a deep breath to steady your voice, overwhelmed with relief, emotion, surprise. “But I've no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me.”

Anakin’s eyes opened, and they were blue, that blue you hadn’t seen in so long, that blue you adored. A low smile pulled at his lips, one you never thought you’d see again, and he took his arms around your waist. There was a laugh to his voice as he sang.

“But I would bring you rings of gold, I'd even sing you poetry-“ You took slow steps, the cell smaller than your usual dance space, but you made do. His hands spread along your lower back, yours on his shoulders.

“And I would keep you from all harm, if you would stay beside me!”

You pulled away, taking his hand, stepping into the familiar pattern. He didn’t step as nimbly as he did when you’d last seen him, but still he tried.

“I have no use for rings of gold,” you sang, falling into the familiar patterns, his smile, the way he looked at you, “I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold-“ Finally his smile brightened to what you remembered, and you took his leather-covered hand between both of yours as you sang your last line, your voice no longer timid, now loud and happy.

“I only want you near me.”

You joined his voice, finally twirling in the circles you never thought you’d have again, holding the man you thought you’d lost.

“To love and kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming-“ His leather glove, after all this time, hadn’t changed. Did he wear the same one?

“Through all life's sorrows and delights, I'll keep your laugh inside me.” His voice wasn’t exactly the way it’d been when you’d seen him last, but still, it blended perfectly with yours. Six years... it had been six years.

“I'll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning,” You took a spin, like walking on air. He stepped around you, never letting go of your hand.

“I'd gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me!” With the last word, he lifted you up by the waist, pulling you against his body, your knees only just on either side of his hips. Mostly, he held you up on his own, your forehead pressed to his. You’d missed that smile so much.

Your husband is alive. Anakin Skywalker is alive. You couldn’t help your breathy laugh as you settled your weight against his chest, cupping his cheeks.

“Oh, Anakin...” you breathed, closing your eyes, and for one blissful moment, all was perfect.

He dropped you.

You looked up, startled, into yellow eyes. His expression was blank, his glaze flitting over you. He turned with a whip of the cape that forced you to step back, and before you could say a word, he clipped the helmet back over his head.

He only gave you one more look before he disappeared out the door, shutting it behind him.

And now the cell felt so much colder.

-🦌 Roe

#anakin x reader insert #anakin x jedi reader #anakin skywalker x jedi reader #star wars anakin #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #darth vader #suitless vader #vader x reader #vader reader insert #gn reader

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fanficmemes · 3 years

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What does gender dysphoria feel like for you? I’m afab and questioning my gender, and while I don’t really want to change my body, there are days where I feel really uncomfortable with my breasts and overall Not Good with being perceived the way I’m usually perceived, if that makes any sense. I can’t tell if this is normal or if it’s actually dysphoria. How can you tell?

Goddamn u went for the hardest possible question huh fjsjsjajajajai okay let’s see here soooooo I mostly only get dysphoria on super super masc days (not necessarily male just masc) and it comes in waves of like hey I shouldn’t have this chest, it’s not right and then my face isn’t right my voice should be deeper I wanna be sharp angles I need to be taller like a guy would be oh god all of these ppl see me as female and then hopefully at this point my gender switches bc after that it just gets depressing fndnsnsnsnsna hope this helps

#asks #personal asks #I mean this is just me #I’m not the elected trans umbrella representative #anyways #put on makeup to look more masc #haha this is fine 🙂

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stardust-kenobi · 3 years

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Mine

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @nocontr-ol 💕 sorry it took so long, lovely. I had finals and projects to focus on. (but now I am on break, yay!!)

Summary: A man won’t leave you alone at the cantina, lighting a fire in your boyfriend, Poe, who now needs to show you that you belong to him, and him only.

Warnings: Angry Poe. SMUT. So smutty, rough sex, oral, mild bondage, spanking, female masturbation. Poe cussing (bc it’s hot as fuck). !TW: Unwanted physical advances from a stranger!

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: it took me forever to finish this bc the end of the semester is here and I’m swamped with work. Poe’s behavior is probably a bit out of character...but I’d like to think he has a jealous side that we don’t see in the films

gif is not mine

The lights were dim on your skin as the exterior shine faded with the evening. Your crossed arms rested against the bar while you were alone with your drink and your thoughts. Poe was still within eyesight across the cantina, catching up with an old friend. Every minute or so his eyes darted to your gaze for a moment to ensure that you were where he left you, and that you were safe. You loved him and how deeply he cared for you.

You trace the top of your glass with your finger tip. Your ears drowned out the music blasting and voices crowding the room. You were known to get lost in your own mind when you were alone, something Poe always thought would get you in trouble. A figure meets your left sided peripheral vision. It must be Poe, you thought. Without verifying your thoughts, you turned to wrap your arms around him.

Oh, no. This isn’t Poe.

“Well I guess I don’t even need a pickup line then do I?” A strange and unfamiliar voice startled you as you look up at the figure. You quickly backed away, noticeably unsettled. You offered a warm smile and immediately reject him with a hint.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend”

“I could be your boyfriend, sweetheart...for the night of course” the towering figure continued, chuckling at his own words, paying no attention to your disinterest.

“No thank you, I’ll just go meet up with my boyfriend now” you politely declined again. As you turn to walk away, the man grabs your arm aggressively, halting your actions.

“No, stay a while, I don’t bite” he winked.

“Again, no thank you” you snarled. This only seemed to intrigue him further. His grip refused to release you. You’d hoped Poe had already had a moment to check on you across the room again. You checked where he stood before, he wasn’t there.

“C’mon, I really want you. If you come back to my place I’ll definitely make it worth your time.” His words slurred now, suddenly obvious that he was drunk. That explained why he couldn’t take the biggest of hints.

“I dont know what else to say to you except go away. I’m not interested” you stood your ground, your warm and polite smile fading quickly. His hand removed itself from your arm and travelled forcefully to your waist. Acting on your instinct, you pulled away, but with not enough force to separate yourself. He pulled you into him, no matter how much you tried to free yourself.

“I don’t think I’m taking no for an answer. I like when women play hard to get” he whispered.

Before the stranger had a chance to bother you any more, his grip and his presence were ripped from your body and out of your field of vision when Poe shoved him off you with a look of rage so terrifying in his eyes.

“What did he say to you?” Poe turned to you.

“He wouldn’t leave me al-” you began. Poe cared little to hear your whole statement considering he already caught a glimpse of what occurred. He heard enough.

His fist tightened into a ball, flung back behind him, and plunged into the scumbag that harassed you. You gasped at his actions. The man became defenseless in his inebriation and fell to the cold and crowded floor.

“Poe!” You cried out to him to stop. His fist pulled back again, but stopped itself when he heard your protest. He looked at you, arm shaking, then looked at his knuckles in shock that he was about to actually beat this man.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her, talk to her, or even look at her again, you got it?” He yelled. Jealously and rage rushed through his veins and made itself known in the tone of his voice. “She’s mine, asshole”. He shoved the man deeper into the floor. You knew you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that it was attractive to watch him defend you like that, and be so possessive of you at the same time. Overall, though, you were relieved to be rescued from the situation.

“Poe, baby, look at me” You demanded, grabbing his warm face, surely steaming from his evident anger.

“I think he got the point. Just leave it alone!” You protested.

“Let’s go” he ignored your words.

“What?”

“I said let’s go. Get your stuff, c’mon. We’re leaving” Poe emphasized, grabbing your bag from the bar and wrapping his arms firmly around your waist before leading you out with him.

“Hey! Stop it, Poe. Let go of me!” you hissed. The cold air struck your skin at the moment you both exited the cantina.

“I didn’t do anything”

“I know you didn’t. I saw what he did. But I am taking you home, now.” He insisted. His eyes were still so angry and this confused you. Poe said he wasn’t upset with you, so why was he so stern toward you? Why was he rushing to get home?

—-

When you arrived to his place, Poe slammed the front door open with an unnecessary strength and guided you inside with a hand on your back. Swiftly, you both removed your coats and hung them by the door. You’d not said one word to each other since leaving the cantina. At this point, you were scared to speak to him.

“Are you okay?” you broke the sharp silence hesitantly while Poe leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and his gaze directed at nothing but the thoughts running through his head.

Rather than answering your question, he slowly moves over to you across the room where you leaned against the wall. He placed both hands above your head on the wall and brought his face incredibly close to yours.

“You know, I’d hoped I wouldn’t see the day when another man tried to take you from me” He began softly “But, tonight...I had to watch that happen”

“Poe I was going to get away from hi-” You started, only to be cut off.

“No, no. I know that, baby. I do...but I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if I don’t take you, right now, and give you a little reminder...that you are mine”. The coarseness in his whisper against your ear sent shivers and excitement all throughout your body.

You were speechless, and he noticed.

“Do you know how it felt to see his hands tightened around your waist? Do you know what that did to me?” His voice was rough, but barely broke a whisper.

“W-what did it do, Poe?” You inquired. You were turned on by his behavior and he hadn’t even touched you yet. His hand met your throat and applied pressure, pushing you back into the wall.

“It lit a fire in me, y/n. Jealously that I’d never felt before” he growled. “And now I have to put that fire out”

“Okay” you agreed, still mostly speechless from hearing Poe talk to you like this.

“Now you’re gonna go take your clothes off, all of it, lay on the bed, and wait for me” he demanded. You’d not dare tell him no, you were too excited for what he was going to do.

You obeyed his commands and remove all your clothes before laying flat on your back atop the comfortable bed. Minutes later you heard his footsteps approach the bedroom. As he came into view, you observed his stance. He had his buttoned down shirt open at the top, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling it before finishing it off, never breaking his gaze at your naked body.

He groaned quietly at the sight. You smirked at him, but his gaze remained stern, as it had since you left the cantina.

“Fuck. You’re perfect, y/n” he admired your body while you were on display for him. Only for him.

After resting his glass on the table, he removed his black leather belt. Rather than throwing it to the floor. He placed it gently next to you on the bed. What was that for? You wondered.

His shirt followed the belt, but was dropped to the floor. He stood there, in the same spot, still staring at you, now with only his black pants clinging to him. You admired his chest, wanting it closer to you.

“Poe...” you called to him

“Touch yourself” He instructed. You wasted no time, spreading your legs open to give him a better view. Your fingers found their way to your clit and began circular motions that made your body jump from your already heightened arousal.

“That’s it” he encouraged you. “Enjoy it while you can, you won’t be touching yourself for the rest of the night. You won’t be touching anything, actually”

You gasped, realizing now that he had many intentions for the belt that he left next to you. You continued to pleasure yourself for him, small moans escaping your lips for Poe to hear. He licked his lips subtly, eyebrows furrowed. He was so ready to get a taste of you but made himself wait so he could enjoy the show.

It was as if he couldn’t handle NOT touching you anymore when he walked toward the bed and grabbed the belt aggressively.

“Turn around, lay on your stomach” he said, and you do as he commanded.

The clinking of the metal on the belt grabbed your attention. You were unable to see what was happening, but you had an idea.

“Hands behind you”

Poe placed his knees on either side of your ass and grabbed your wrists together. With the belt in the shape of an 8, both your wrists are placed in each side before he quickly tightens it around them. With your hands bound behind your back, you were at his mercy.

He backed up, and pulled your hips up and backward with him. With the side of your face planted into the bed and your ass in the air, Poe was given open access to your very sensitive, already dripping sex. His fingertips circled your wetness and without much warning, he plunged two of them inside of you from behind. You gasped loudly, not expecting him yet.

“My god, you’re so wet for me already” he reveled, groaning at the feeling of your soaked warmth around his fingers. He curled them inside you, pumping at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Poe” you whimpered from your pleasure.

“You like that?” He said softly, barely above a whisper. Then, you feel the sudden sensation of his tongue against your clit with his fingers still working away inside you.

“S-shit” you moaned, the pleasure grew significantly.

Your arms squirmed as you wanted the ability to reposition yourself. The frustration of being restricted was arousing to you, something you didn’t know you liked until now. His tongue lapped between your folds and circled your clit rhythmically, his consistency pushing you to the edge already.

“Poe I’m gonna cum” you announced. He knew how to make you cum quickly and knew not to change anything about what he was doing.

“Oh my god, Yes” You moaned. You fell apart so gracefully onto his mouth and around his digits. Your orgasm flooded your body and somehow felt more intense at the arched angle he had you in. Your arms involuntarily squirmed again, wanting to grasp something in your state of euphoria. He noticed, and used his unoccupied hand to grab your bonded hands resting on your tailbone, a gesture that in the moment was so romantic.

As he picked up on your signals that you had fallen from your high, he removes his touch. You could see from your peripheral vision that he took his fingers into your mouth, savoring your taste.

“Now I have to show you who this pussy really belongs to” he purred in your ear, leaning down next to your face. Your body tingled, eager for him to take you.

He brushed the tip of his length against your sensitivity, causing your body to jolt. He softly chuckled, planning to tease you further. Poe circled your clit softly with the tip before pushing himself inside you only slightly, and removing himself again.

“Poe, please.” You begged.

“Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me” you pleaded. He slammed into you upon your request and relentlessly thrusted without time for you to adjust. You whimpered loudly, feeling a painful discomfort that slowly transformed to pleasure for you.

“Oh baby you feel so good....you’re so fucking tight” he breathed through his efforts. He ceased his thrusting and held himself inside you, completely buried. Your arched position allowed his length to press against a new angle in your walls. You whined as that new feeling was already overwhelming, almost too much with his size.

Your noises were mostly muffled from your face being pressed into the mattress. He wanted to hear you. He needed to hear your euphoric noises.

Poe’s hands moved from grabbing your hips to your shoulders and lifted you up from the bed. He did this both to expose your lips to release your moans as well as to use you as leverage to fuck you deeper.

He made no attempt to be quiet and exerted all his sweet moans into the air, turning you on by his voice alone. As he thrusted harder, he picked up his speed as well.

Poe suddenly wrapped one hand around your throat, causing you to struggle for air. He pulled you up and back, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Who does this pussy belong to? Whose is it?” He growled in your ear.

“I-it’s yours” you managed to mumble

“Speak up”

“It’s yours, P-Poe” you moaned louder.

“That's right. This pussy is mine. No one else can fuck you, only me” he continued. “You got that?”

“Yes” you breathlessly whined.

He released his grip on you, and pressed your head back down onto the bed. You wanted so badly to touch yourself while he pounded into you, but your wrists remained bound together. It was as if he had read your mind when he reached around your hips to massage your clit. Your breathing hitched at the sudden sensation.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, baby girl” He purred. “So fucking pretty”

Poe’s moaning grew rougher and deeper as he approached his orgasm. The palm of his hand suddenly struck your ass, you pleasantly winced at the feeling. It was followed by several more, each hurting and stinging your skin more deliciously than the previous slap. He released something resembling a growl at the sight of your skin turning a cherry red from him striking you.

The pleasure you experienced became overwhelming. Poe repositioned himself slightly, hitting deeper inside your walls, you could barely take it. Your eyes watered at the intensity of your ecstasy and you cried his name.

“Poe, yes, fuck. It feels so good” you whimpered.

“Yeah? You little slut, you love that shit don’t you?” He snarled.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, y/n...as another reminder to you, that you’re mine” He grunted through his choppy breathing. His thrusts became less rhythmic. He fell apart and you felt his cum fill you completely. He groaned loudly through his orgasm, and gripped your hips firmly through the intensity of his high.

“Fuck” Poe breathed, still buried inside you. Your body ached from the tense position you’d been in the entire time. After removing himself, he immediately worked to free your wrists.

“Gotta get these off of you”

Finally, a sweet feeling of relief overcame you with the returned access to your arms. You turned to lay flat on your back, catching your breath in the process.

“I’ll get you some water” Poe sweetly announced, before getting up, putting on sweatpants, and leaving the room.

You smiled warmly to yourself, loving the type of attention you received tonight. Poe returned with a glass of water, sitting next to you on the bed. He made sure you got plenty of hydration after the heavy breathing you exerted.

“Feeling okay?” Poe inquired.

“Yeah, just worn out right now” you chuckled.

There was silence for a moment while both of you settled down.

“I won’t leave you like that again. I’m sorry” he broke the silence, changing the subject. This confused you.

“What?”

“At the cantina. I’m sorry I left you alone for that long. That guy would’ve never had the chance to tou-”

“That wasn’t your fault, Poe.” You interrupted. “He was just an asshole. You know I can handle myself” you reminded him.

“Oh, trust me, I know you can defend yourself, y/n, but I still want to protect you when I can”

“You did more than enough...in more ways than one” you giggled.

“I love you, y/n” he abruptly expressed

You smile widely like an idiot, barely able to keep eye contact with him.

“I love you, Poe”

“You drink up. I’m going to get you a bath running” he says before planting a tender kiss on your perspired forehead.

It was impossible not to fall deeper in love with him every day.

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