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fluffysucker · 4 months

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Bad Things

Bucky Barnes x Reader

TW: Violence. Fighting. Brief mention of torture. Steve is alive and well.

The only way out was to awake them. And you did.

A/n: Heavily influenced by oxytocin by Billie Eilish. No like you will find lyrics throughout. Listen to it while reading, please.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

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You were sure that if you weren't driving the motorcycle, your legs would be bouncing, your hands would be shaking, and your palms would be sweating. But you were focusing on the road ahead despite feeling like you were driving on autopilot. You may not look like it, but you were a mess. Internally, at least. Anxity from the plan, danger of the situation, horrors from flashbacks, and uncertainty of the results. You were bitting your lips that you were close to feeling the metallic-tasting liquid on your tongue.

The darkness that grew, the further you got close to the agreed upon location, wasn't helping either. For someone who did this for a lifetime, you were spiraling. You wished you could cancel everything and come up with something different, but you couldn't.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

You started to regulate your breath, take control of your mind, and keep your heartbeats in check once you saw the warehouse. It was now. There was no going back.

You stopped the motorcycle abruptly, causing the sand and dust around you to fly away. You took one last breath before taking the helmet out.

You got up and steadied your posture. The suit was never comfortable on your skin. Today, you felt like it was crawling on your skin, trying to devour you. You hid the suffocating feeling and put the act into action.

If you only pray on Sunday,

Could you come my way on Monday?

Confidence and peril were displayed. A strenuous look on your face. You were back in her.

"I thought you weren't coming." His voice annoyed you so much that you wanted to cut his throat open.

"I gave you a word, didn't I?" You came to a stop with enough distance between you and him. Even your voice was different in your ears.

"It's not like you had many choices." His laugh sent shivers through your body that you were able to hide.

"I always believed in your intelligence, moon." You pulled your hands into fists to stop any visible reaction from coming out of you.

The name was only associated with corruption and cruelty. Something the man in front of you strived for.

"With both of your capabilities, we will go back to the top of the world." The evil smile was more telling of his intentions than his disturbing words.

With the mere mention of him, you felt the air get thicker, the wind blowing harder, the stars dimming their lights, and the rocks and pebbles shaking on the floor.

He was here.

"Great. We didn't have to wait long for him." The man almost clapped in excitement.

In the sea of the darkness of the night and the void you were in, he appeared. His black suit made him almost unseen in the darkness of the night. But his heavy footsteps made him known.

The golden in his arm reflecting the light of the stars and the mask covering all his face except the eyes were making him even more fearful.

In person, he was much more terrifying than the stories and myths.

However, the crazy man didn't think so.

"Would you look at that?" He said once that the two of you were standing next to each other. You wanted to hold his hand, seeking any sort of comfort and reassurance, but you knew it would blow out your act.

"The Winter Soldier and Wicked Moon. Together and back at their home."

Dugal, the man speaking, had been the bane of your existence for some time now. Every mission, every warehouse, every file, and every piece of evidence all trailed back to him.

The manic, who had been obsessed with bringing Hydra back to life,.

With the right allies and calculated steps, he was able to achieve most of his plans in secret, but why show yourself now? Why draw attention to you now?

Because it was time to get Hydra's greatest weapons back.

You and your husband.

You and Sergeant James Barnes

Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier.

You and Bucky shared the same life. Kidnapped by Hydra, injected with the serum, erased and brainwashed, trained to maximum efficiency. You reached levels of skills that were unmatched.

Despite the different start, you and Bucky were the faces of the same coin.

You were taken a bit after Bucky. Hydra had the goal of making both of you into its lethal duo. Unbeatable and unpredictable. You and Bucky became the ghost story for decades. Never once seen or traced.

You were a myth that terrified all.

And for decades, you spent all your days with Bucky, or who you called soldier at a time, because you didn't know his real name. Nor did he know yours, and he called you Moon.

You shared a cell. You trained together. You were sent on missions together. You were tortured together. You were used to each other's screams and pains. You were the same person in many ways.

While Hydra was blinded and happy with your success rate and obedience, they failed to notice the deep connection that was forming between the two of you.

The comfort you found in each other. The conversations without words. The accustomedness. The long eye contact and gaze The gentle touches that only you provided each other with. The worry and panic if one went on solo missions.

You understood each other. You trusted each other. You empathized with each other. You prayed for each other's freedom.

You loved each other.

So, looking at Bucky with questioning and worried eyes above Steve Roger's unconscious body after you disobeyed the direct orders of eliminating Steve and following Bucky to save him from death by drowning, Bucky knew he could never leave you. He took your hand and ran away.

Other people wouldn't stay

Other people don't obey

You and me are both the same

You should really run away

It was a long and bumpy road. Gaining back your memories and learning how to live. But you held each other's hands. And in the face of all the hardships, you stood together.

You fought it all until you finally settled into your shared apartment in Brooklyn. Almost ten years after escaping Hydra.

You thought life was finally good. You knew who you were. You got back your identities. You were healing bit by bit. You finished therapy and were officially pardoned. You were allowed on missions, but more importantly, you were allowed to turn down missions. A luxury you and Bucky never had.

You were so happy for Bucky, who got to have his bestfriend back, Steve, and make a new one, Sam. You were happy that one of you could have someone, especially after finding out that you had nobody, which made you the perfect target for Hydra in the first place.

But being the good people they were, Steve and Sam instantly took you in like family. They could easily tell how much you meant to Bucky. Even from the first day. Whether on the bridge or in Bucharest, The uncontrolled urge to protect you despite being perfectly capable of looking after yourself. The care and admiration in his eyes whenever you were around or your name was mentioned. All and more signs that exposed Bucky's feelings for you.

They were more than happy when Bucky told them that you got married on the very long, overdue vacation that you went on.

You were everything to Bucky's. His love. His life. His rescue. His salvation. You were his reason to keep going.

While he felt bad that you had to go through the tough life you had, he couldn't imagine how his life would have looked if he had never met you.

So when the danger of Hydra taking you away from him arose with Dugal's appearance, Bucky almost lost his mind.

Dugal seemed insistent on taking you and Bucky back. He was destroying places, terrorizing, and hurting innocent people. Dugal heard you were trying to be good people, so he played on your conscience. He was pushing you and Bucky towards this moment. The moment you caved and gave up. The moment you returned to Hydra.

So, with his knife on Cass's neck, you surrendered. You promised to meet him and do whatever he wanted. And you promised to bring Bucky as well. He wanted the both of you.

And you listened.

Here you were. In the suits you thought you would never put on again. Triggering the two people you buried so deeply within. In front of the warehouse of an enemy, you fought for and against your whole lives.

"This is your home. This is your purpose. Not fake heroism. You were made to serve the greater good. To protect and serve Hydra." Dugal's voice made its way to your ears.

"You belong to Hydra. And Hydra only."

'Cause as long as you're still breathing

Don't you even think of leaving

Not gonna wanna look away, look away, look away

You're gonna wanna get involved, involved, involved

And what would people say, people say, people say

If they listen through the wall, the wall, the wall?

You kept the stoic expression on your face, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on you.

The door of the warehouse opened, and walking out of it were Dugal's two trusted men that you saw everywhere with him. Nedward and Alexios. They stopped behind him.

Following them, hundreds of agents came out of the warehouse. They surrounded you and Bucky in seconds. You looked at Dugal, confused.

"I want to make sure you are still the best. I want to know where to pick up from." His smile was wicked and filled with bad intentions.

"Call it a test. A test of Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier's abilities." His wicked smile wasn't flattering.

You got into a fighting position quickly, not willing to lose this. You felt Bucky take position, too, his back turning to you. You were back-to-back, moving in slow circles, assisting the situation.

And once the first agent threw the punch, it was nonstop.

I can see it clear as day

You don't really need a break

Wanna see what you can take

You should really run away

While the agents largely outnumbered you, they were at a disadvantage. You and Bucky fought like one. You had a never-seen-before fight style. You designed it so that you used each other's strengths to the full and utilized the weaknesses as power points. You used your full bodies in fighting. You were familiar with each other's bodies and movements. You grabbed weapons that were strapped to the other's suit. You twisted around each other to reach as many targets as possible. You trained until you perfected it. No flaws. No mistakes. No room for lacunas.

It didn't take long before the last agent was down on the floor. You felt like it was harder to breathe. There was a ringing noise in your ears. Your hand wanted to start shaking. Tears were rushing to your eyes. You were having a panic attack.

Memories of missions and assignments you did throughout your life It all looked like this. You standing above the fallen, waiting for your destiny to be decided by an evil organization that thought of you as an object of killing.

Dugal's voice gave you a sense of where you were and the situation around you. Quickly, you pushed your emotions inside and regained your focus. A trait you learned from your days at Hydra. Human emotions were never well accepted by Hydra.

You shook your head as you looked at Dugal, who was clapping slowly.

"Excellent. Great job." He moved a bit towards the both of you.

"It seems you haven't changed. Still the best." You succeeded in his test.

"You did cost me all the agents in the base. But we will bring more." Dugal was proud of the two assets.

"So it's only us in here?" You were hoping to get a specific answer.

"Yes. Tomorrow, I will bring agents and recruiters. Also, scientists who know how to treat and handle great weapons like you. This will be Hydra's biggest base." Dugal seemed excited for his plan.

However, once the words left his mouth, chaos erupted everywhere.

Bucky caught the shield in his hand as Sam and Steve landed on the ground and attacked Dugal. You and Bucky moved to Nedward and Alexios. Each taking on one.

Cars and vehicles appeared everywhere, lighting up the deserted place.

This was the plan all along.

No matter how much time passed, Hydra's men would always have something in common. They were arrogant. They had an ego big enough for an entire population. And that made them stupid. That made them vulnerable to mistakes.

You and Bucky knew that more than anyone. So the plan was to trick Dugal with your alliance until he was defenceless. It was risky, but it worked.

You only let go of Alexios once handcuffs were secured around his wrists. Same with Bucky and Nedward. You turned to see Sam and Steve holding Dugal until Torres handcuffed him.

"You think you won?" His words were more direct towards you and Bucky.

"You think you can ever escape this? You think you can be free? You are delusional. Hydra will never die." Dugal continued. Torres handcuffed him, letting Steve through him in one of the more armored cars and strapping him more.

"Cut off one head; two more shall take its place. Hail HYDRA!"

Steve closed the door of the car.

They weren't planning to cut off one head. They were planning to burn down the whole bunch. No mercy. No stopping until they were all gone.

Once his voice was muted and you couldn't see him anymore, you couldn't hold up any longer. You sat on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to get hold of yourself, trying to reconnect, trying to disassociate from what just happened.

Like you, immediately after the car started to move, Bucky threw the mask off his face, finally breathing. He hated everything about this mask. Trapped like an animal behind it. Deprived of any form of humanity.

He prayed he never had to put on again.

"You okay?" Sam asked his friend, worried about the mental toll this whole act may have had on him.

Despite having his nephews being the ones in danger, Sam was against this plan. He cared about you and Bucky dearly and didn't want to know how stepping back into your assassin personas would hurt your healing. You had come a long way.

While your quick response to save his nephews and willingness to do this for them touched his heart immensely, Sam couldn't help but feel like they should come up with something else.

But both of you insisted, and it worked, but was the cost expensive?

Bucky nodded. They were okay physically, at least.

Bucky turned around to see you still sitting on the sandy ground, face in hand. He knew it wasn't just today, but the whole thing. Hydra still haunted you, messing with your progress. He understood.

Bucky sat on the ground next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling into him and letting you lay in his laps, both of your legs on the side of his thigh. You nuzzled into his neck, holding his gear in your hand. You wanted to disappear in him.

"It's over. You're fine. You are okay. You are safe." Bucky's voice whispered in your ears, the end of his long hair touching your face and his hands wrapping up your back and waist.

You felt the tension leaving your body a bit by bit, making yourself only focus on Bucky's voice and letting yourself breathe. You knew you were surrounded by people, but you didn't care.

You only cared about Bucky right now.

You moved away from Bucky so you could look at him.

"We are okay. We are safe." You said to Bucky.

Because you cared about Bucky more than you cared about yourself. You loved Bucky more than anything. Bucky was the reason you were still alive. Bucky was your everything.

You wanted him to know that he was okay, too. You both survived this. You weren't back in that cell. You were going to your home.

Being the good-hearted person he was, Bucky always felt responsible for you. Even when he was the Winter Soldier. That's how the spark between you kindled. His instincts to protect you and care for you took a big part of him. And that made you fall deeper in love with him.

But you loved him just as much, if not more. You wanted to protect him from the hell you went through. Because he didn't deserve it. None of it.

The bigger burden of today wasn't the possibility of falling back into your old selves. It was the possibility of losing your partner to Hydra and watching them lose themselves once again.

You both came in with one goal. Protect each other to death.

And you succeeded. You were fine.

Bucky looked at you with love pouring out of his eyes. Bucky didn't understand how, after so much evil, he was still able to feel such strong emotions of love and adoration. But you melted him and lived in his heart. You were printed on his soul.

He nodded with a smile. You were okay. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a slow and gentle kiss. A reminder that you were both still yourselves. You were free. You were okay.

"Let's go home." You spoke once the kiss broke.

Home. Bucky was going home to the city he grew up in. He was going home to a place he had chosen to live. He was going home, where he would take a shower and lay on a comfortable bed. Bucky was going with his wife. Bucky was going to hold on as you both got rid of the remains of tonight. Bucky was going to hold you as you both drifted to sleep, dreaming of your future together.

Hydra didn't win. You were okay.

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starburts-addict · 5 months

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Two of a Kind (part 2)

Note: It's been a while, I finished this about a week ago, but didn't have the time to post it. So here it is! The long-awaited part two! CW: @melon14 @alwayszealousdetective @naomikazumi

You contemplated what you should do. Why are they fixated on you staying with them, or to put it better, why are they fixated on you? You haven't done anything special to catch their attention. While the 7 argue, Grim pulls on your clothes and whispers loudly. "Let's go." You looked at Grim and nodded along. As the argument continued you and Grim made haste to leave, but before you could take another step forward, Lilia spoke to you, ignoring Grim. "Where do you think you're going?" Lilia asked with curiosity, lacing his voice. You turned back around with an awkward smile as the arguing ceased and all eyes were on you. You didn't want to get involved, so you did the first thing that came into mind. You grabbed your cleaning supplies and threw them at the vice dorm leaders plus Ruggie and Ortho all while apologizing. You quickly picked up Grim and began to run.

You needed to get to a populated area, you could lose them there, or perhaps they would immediately lose interest the second you reacted badly. The latter became wishful thinking as you hear footsteps catching up to you quickly. This made absolutely no sense, what was with the attention you were receiving? Luckily the footsteps slowed down as they seemed to be fighting. You quickly picked up the pace as you had Grim in your arms. Grim looked over your shoulder to make sure you weren't being followed or having someone getting closer. You still were, but they weren't within arms distance. You only focused on getting away. You don't want to get involved with anyone in the main cast aside from Grim, but apparently they have different plans.

You ran into the cafeteria seeing that it would be the most crowded area in the morning. Putting Grim down you started to try to regulate your breath. You ran a lot and you managed to get to your destination without issue. That was until Grim pointed to the entrance. They followed you here, but they didn't know of your exact location. You mentally cursed at all the dorm leaders for bringing this chase upon you as you crawled under a table. The students at the table were going to say something before you hushed them. "When I get paid I'll give you my share of my pay if I successfully don't get found." You said. That immediately shut them up. Grim and you stayed silent, but much to your effort, Trey and Lilia approached the table.

The students tried to tell them you weren't here, but Trey looked under the table causing you and Grim to scream. Which made the entire cafeteria silent and attracted the attention of the others looking for you. "Oya~ Oya~ It seems that our angel fish is trying to avoid all of us.~" Jade spoke up. Angelfish? Isn't that the nickname people have used in romantic fanfictions? There is no way they have been called that. "My name is [Name] you don't have to use nicknames… '' You said. They all looked at you from your position and you just recoiled further back. They looked at each other then back at you. They laughed. "Sure sure rose bud." Trey said with a chuckle. You didn't want to hear this! You regret staying here! Grim looked at you confused yet a little disturbed. These are guys he knew and he knows they have never called you any sort of pet name.

The headmaster walked in the cafeteria. "What is going on?! I have been told that my employee has been chased and there was screaming in the cafeteria!" You never knew that hearing his voice would be such a relief! You and Grim leaped out from underneath the table and ran behind the Headmaster. Crowley stared at the Vice Dorm Leaders. "What is the meaning of this?!" Lilia stepped up. "We simply wanted to invite them to our dorms for dinner, it seems we have overwhelmed them…" He said, sighing and putting his hands on his waist. "If that's the case I can make this announcement then. With the many requests, [Name] is now a-" Before he could finish you yelled out something. "I quit this job!" Everyone looked at you. You knew where he was going with that announcement. Crowley looked at you. "Well dear, you can't quit anymore! You're a student now!" "I'm dropping out then." You said with a straight face.

Everyone seemed surprised at this. "Shehehe You don't have anywhere to go silly!" Ruggie said. "I'll find somewhere else. I don't want to be a student. I don't want to be near this school if I'm going to be chased after being overwhelmed. "I already signed your papers though." Crowley said disappointed. "I don't care! I'm looking for somewhere else to help me!" As you walked out you managed to bump into someone else who held you in the position. You looked up to find you bumped into Malleus yet again. "S-sorry for bumping into you again! Could you please let me go?" You asked.

Malleus looked at the space that seemed to have a crowd around it. "What's going on here?" You heard someone else ask. You looked around and saw that all the dorm leaders were here. Except Idia who seemed to be using the tablet. "Ah! They wanted to drop out after your generous recommendation." You turned to glare at Crowley before Malleus grabbed your chin and stared at you with disappointment. "Is this true child of man?" You mentally cursed yourself for being caught in this situation. "…Yes…" Before anyone else could say something, Grim stood up for you. "If they don't wanna stay they don't hafta!" Malleus' head snapped to Grim with anger.

Grim wanted to take back what he said from the looks of it, but didn't. "Obviously this school is already stressing them out and they weren't here for even a day." You wanted to thank Grim. But the headmaster spoke again sadly. "How about this? They become a student, but they will not be going to any active dorms." Anger erupted from the main cast as they started to try to convince Crowley otherwise. This… This never happened before. This isn't part of the story… Why are they so obsessed with the idea of you staying at one of their dorms? You quickly pushed yourself away from Malleus and grabbed Grim as you headed towards the Headmaster. The sky became covered in dark clouds.

This wasn't good. You needed to think of a way to get everyone to leave you alone. "HEY!" You yelled, causing everyone to stop arguing. "I'll give you all one month. One. To try to convince me to stay at your respective dorm. If none of you succeed you all leave me alone." The Dorm and Vice Dorm leaders looked at you and most of them looked smug. “That won't be a hard feat. Heartslabyul is clearly the best.” Riddle said with the smirk you had originally seen in the game previous to being stuck in this loop. Once again the people who you'd originally seen as just characters take stabs at each other. You and Grim simply left. It was just the morning and the second day and the story had already drastically changed.

After leaving the Cafeteria the headmaster approached you. “I had almost forgotten. Here is the schedule you both share. Don't be late to classes. I will also hand you an allowance at the end of the day. For I am so gracious! Do not worry, I'll make sure you get home soon.” He patted you on the back and Grim on his head and walked away. Frankly you only expected things to become worse by the passing hour. “We just have to avoid them all, Grim.” You sighed before walking to class with Grim, who was upset. What you failed to see was two pairs of eyes following you.

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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look, I know polls are silly and fun and so I want you to understand writing this rant is silly and fun for me but EMON? Emon is the Critical Role Entry for Most Place of All Time? I must call bullshit. And so:

Friends, fellow critters, and people who have me blocked but hate read my blog each morning over breakfast: Emon is not even the Most Place on the Material Plane. It is not even the Most Place in Tal'Dorei. Hell, it's not even the Most Place on the fucking Bladeshimmer Shoreline, which includes a destroyed city now overtaken by bandits, and a cave system that hosts both a rift to the Far Realm and a different rock than residuum that can make a different magical drug than suude. Emon is if you took the aggressively mid vibes of Washington, DC and transplanted them to the inconvenient location and city of refuge for flaky people who avoid gluten for non-medical reasons of Los Angeles. The second Percival Frederickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III invents the motorcar that sumbitch is going to have traffic bad enough to summon Tharizdun. Also there's a literal pit of fire that's been burning for 30 years that both hasn't been adequately addressed but also doesn't really seem that interesting. Like oh a bunch of dragons destroyed your city? Big deal. Draconia got so fucked up it doesn't exist anymore, and at least Westruun has some fucking charm. At least Pike and Grog actually lived there, whereas Vox Machina got a house in Emon and proceeded to spend their time literally anywhere else.

Here is a brief list of places on the planet of Exandria in the Material Plane - not even across Critical Role's main campaigns/EXU, which includes such non-Exandrian places as "living city of people who mind-melded and escaped to the Astral Sea during a century-plus-long war of the gods"; "Ligament Manor"; "Ryn's groovy pied-a-feu, man I wonder what made the scorch marks on that furniture, anyway", and "THE MOON THAT IS ACTUALLY AN PRISON FOR A THING THAT EATS GODS AND IS POSSIBLY HATCHING" - that are more of a place than Emon:

Jrusar: 5 spires no waiting, sweet cable car system, city almost entirely destabilized by goo creatures as part of an overly complicated plot to blow up the aforementioned moon

Bassuras: (literally "garbagetown") Run by Mad Max gangs and everyone is cool with it; regular sandstorms; one of those gangs apparently sits atop a hive mind and NO ONE has examined this (except for them)?)

Whitestone: has a tree planted by one god over a buried temple to another god that was corrupted in the name of a third, shittier god; overrun by zombies but it's fine now; streetlights and two bears that are allowed to do whatever the fuck they want.

Yios: The canal system of Venice meets the colleges per capita of Boston meets the orcs from your fantasies, also there's some kind of kitchen-based organized crime ring so intricate it could be its own campaign (so, also like Boston).

Vasselheim: literally no one understands what the fuck its government system is. Old as balls. Temples everywhere! Temples full of trees. Temples full of blood! Temples full of an old guy who will kick your ass. A sphinx that regulates the monster hunter mini-game. Presumably the giant titan full of the ancient cannibal dwarf city is like, still there, as a new fixture, since I don't see how they're moving that.

The arctic: where teleportation doesn't work, there's a river of lava in the middle of the snow, ancient ruins full of snow globes full of actual people, and the Chaos Bisexual Emerald - and that's just a smattering of what Eiselcross has to offer.

Since this is about space and not time we can toss Aeor and Avalir too, since they once were places, and while we're at it whatever the fuck is going on with the Shattered Teeth and its permanent fog cloud and fish dream cult and capitalist shipwrecked merchants.

And, of course, any arbitrary square millimeter of Wildemount, frankly, has more Mostness than the entirety of Emon could muster under absolutely ideal conditions. But for the sake of one place per region, let's hand it to Rosohna (city of eternal night for practical purposes, built over the Evil God Headquarters); Uthodurn (underground! Giant goats! Elves and dwarves, living together, mass hysteria!); Hupperdook (steampunk gnome party city); Nicodranas (Fjord, Jester, Veth, Marion, and Yussa literally all live there at once; plumbing used to be courtesy of an imprisoned marid...but watch out); and Blightshore (Blightshore).

In conclusion: Emon is boring, nominating it was a mistake, there are literally sealed gods in other parts of the world and also way better taverns, good night, and what the fuck.

#critical role #long post

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her-satanic-wiles · 4 months

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hi! I've been struggling with my college course and super stressed with it and I was wondering if you could write a Sodo/Swiss×reader where reader has a panic attack and they calm her down?

Thank you!

Hiya, lovely!

I don't normally answer requests and my requests are closed indefinitely, but I thought I'd make an exception with this. I hope you feel better soon, and please take breaks when you need to. I've been through college and uni (twice) and I know how fucking awful the assignments can be. Your loved ones are there for you when you need them. Eat, stay hydrated and please be kind to yourself!

I also decided to use both Sodo (Dew) and Swiss because fuck it. Why have one when you could have two? Warnings: sfw, detailed panic attacks, comfort.

Your teeth were numb from the heavy breathing you’d been doing, coupled with your racing mind and thumping heart, you were crouched in the corner of the L-shaped bookcase of the Ministry’s library. You were all alone in this section of the library, which is usually how you liked it. But today the weight of your assignments loomed over you and bore down on your shoulders, adding vast amounts of pressure to your mind you could barely concentrate on your homework. So much to do and not enough time to do it in left you feeling panicked and helpless.

And that’s how you found yourself in this position: crouched and shivering, fighting with your own lungs because they just wouldn’t fill. You’d barely had enough time to shoot Dewdrop a text that stated simply, help. Library. Before you felt your world crashing down around you and spinning on its axis at unbearable speeds.

When Dew arrived, he wasn’t alone: Swiss was swift on his heels once he’d called for him. They’d split up to try and find you as quickly as possible, and Dew was the first one to your position. Dew, immediately, no questions asked dropped to his knees in front of you and forced you to look at him.

“Slowly,” he commanded, calm and gentle as you needed him to be, yet urgent enough to have you listen, “breathe in… one… two… three… out… one… two… three…”

Swiss turned the corridor shortly after while Dew was helping you regulate your breaths, and picked up your bottle of water you’d left on the desk. Once your breathing had steadied and the tears began to flow, Swiss undid the cap for you and handed you the thermos. “Small sips, baby,” he told you softly, “there you go.”

As Swiss’ large hands stroked your hair, Dew had wrapped you up in his arms and, once the water had been safely handed back to Swiss let you sob onto his shoulder.

Dew continued to hold you tightly, his embrace providing a sense of security amid the chaos that had enveloped your mind. He whispered words of reassurance, a soothing cadence that helped to ground you in the present moment.

“You’re okay. We’re here for you,” Dew murmured, his voice a steady anchor. “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. We’ve got your back.”

Swiss, still stroking your hair with a tenderness that fit his kind demeanor, offered a comforting presence. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll help you through it. One step at a time.”

As your sobs began to subside, Dew pulled away gently, keeping one hand on your shoulder. “Feeling a bit better?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You managed a shaky nod, the weight on your chest easing with each passing moment. Swiss handed you a tissue, and you wiped away the remnants of your tears. They both stayed close, allowing you the space to gather yourself without judgment.

Swiss took a seat beside you, offering a warm smile. “You are smart, brave, and wonerful. We believe in you and love you so, so much.”

Dew chimed in, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. “And if you ever need a break, or just someone to talk to, we’re right here. The Ministry’s demands can be overwhelming, but you don’t have to face it alone.”

The three of you came to an agreement to leave the library and locate a more private area to reorganise. As you walked together, Dew draped an arm around your shoulders and Swiss on the other, making a safe cocoon. Their solidarity wrapped around you like a cosy shawl, bringing solace in the face of academic difficulty.

As the sun set below the horizon, giving a warm glow over the tranquil scene, you sat together in a hidden part of the library garden, surrounded by ancient trees and the soft whisper of leaves. Dew and Swiss listened to your concerns and fears, offering words of support and sharing their own experiences. The weight on your shoulders began to lift, and you were able to take strength from the support of loyal friends.

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velvetstreets · 9 months

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DENVER.

**edit- a/n: for reference, let’s pretend his therapist is named Anne.

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“Hey.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently pressing your head into his back.

“Hey, baby.” He hummed, his hands coming to rest on top of yours, giving them a squeeze before he turned in your embrace; his arms now around your shoulders and bringing you into his chest.

“You okay? I know this was a hard one to write and put out, and now film,” you pointed out. “But it’s really good, Jack. Real honest.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself. You always knew when he was off, he didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. He also appreciated that you didn’t push him to talk about anything, but rather gave a gentle knock on the metaphorical door that led to a room of his feelings; letting him know you were there when he was ready.

“Yeah I’m okay. Sorta. You know how it is.” He said, resting his chin on top of your head. “S’nice being out here though. Helps a lot.” He murmured, looking out at the view before him; the rocky terrain carrying over the multiple mountains of Denver before him. It was quiet, the only sounds being the cool winds and the sway of grass, with some occasional mountain goats walking around.

“Good, I’m glad.” You said, peering up at him, you hand coming up to encase his jaw, thumb stroking over his beard.

“You help a lot with it too. You make it feel… —lighter.” He told you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I know it’s not your job to do so; I have Anne to help deal with this, and I don’t wanna use you to burden you with all of my-“

“Shhhh.” You shushed him before he could spiral.

“You’re not using me, and you could never burden me with your feelings,” you told him sternly. You didn’t care how many times you’d have to say it if it helped get it through his head.

“Yeah you have Anne, and I think she’s been really good for you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know all of this. All of you.” You said, pressing a palm to his chest.

You felt his breathing calm and regulate itself as you did so. It was incredible how reactive he was to your touch.

“—you have your own demons,”

“That I do. And when it gets bad, you help me— just like I help you.” You affirmed.

“We’re a team, remember? You and I. We don’t have to go through it alone anymore, Jack. No matter what those stupid little voices say in the back of your mind. We’re a team.” You declared.

“We’re a team.” Jack nodded and kissed your forehead.

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, embracing eachother as you looked out to the horizon, taking in the peacefulness until someone from the crew yelled out, signaling for you all to continue to the next location.

Jack intertwined his hand with yours, swinging it back and forth while you walked back to everyone else.

“I can’t believe you picked up the goat-“ you snorted.

“You wanted a picture!”

“I did, and I got one, thank you.” You giggled, pulling his hand up to press a kiss into the skin.

“S’a little bittersweet we have to leave Jack Jr, behind though, he was so cute.” He hummed.

“You did not name him-“ you laughed.

“He’s a white goat with a beard, tell me that’s not me?” He said, one eyebrow raised in question.

You laughed loudly as he let go of your hand to now wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Oh I’m so glad we got that on camera,” you pointed to the videographer who’s camera was panned toward you.

“I love you.” You cheesed.

“I love you too. Thanks for coming out here and doing this with me.”

“Of course, anytime, you know this.”

And he did know that. He grinned, pressing another kiss to your temple.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fic

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angxlofvenus · 10 months

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ohhh my gosh your writing is so darn lovely! im also very happy that you also put love on asmo's parts bc he needs sm of it!! argh!!

anyways, i would love to req a soft mc! the kind of mc that's-

in flowy clothing, facing the field of sunflowers and the sea as one of them watches their hair flow through the wind. mc realises that their lover is behind them, so they turn and smile sweetly with the golden rays of the sun making mc look like a painting...

id like to request all of the brothers if thats fine! but i dont mind if u only use a handful of characters :) make sure asmo is there tho! >m<)

Hi!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long to get done, I made a more small scenario route for each of them instead of headcanons but I hope the point still got across ! 💗

genre: fluff Ship: The Brothers x reader Tw: soft mc, gender neutral mc, the author knows nothing about flowers/where they grow, Spoilers to OG! Om! Chapter 16, Beel and Belphie's part get a lil angsty, References to the Celestial War, kind off ooc Wordcount: 1107 Not proof read !

Complete with you.

A picnic date between you and him located in a grassy field in the human realm has him thinking of you just a little more tenderly...

Lucifer

He is always busy, Busy with work, with Diavolo, With his brothers- He never gets a break

He stands in a field of tall grass, Him several steps behind you. He holds a picnic basket in one hand as he watches you pass through the brush with ease

Your hair, shining in the sun, A halo-like effect softly surrounding your body as your shirt/dress glided in soft ripples beneath the wind

“Luci, come on! I found the perfect spot!” You’d glance back at him, A huge smile on your face.

And he is weak, He feels his knees almost give out as he looks at you, He had never seen anything so blissful as you.

Speeding up his steps, He catches up to you as the blanket you were carrying is laid out on the ground below your feet- He sets the wicker basket full of food and drinks down

laughs and fun fill the time as you all eat and talk, His attention never leaves yours, The way your eyes are so bright, The way you laugh at his little jokes, Jokes he only makes to see you smile.

He dreads when the two of you will have to return to the House of Lamentation. When the brother's bickering will fill his ears instead of your soft voice, But for now- The only people to exist is you and him. And he will forever cherish this.

Mammon

He isn’t the best with his words, He knows he can be a jerk sometimes because he doesn’t know how to regulate his emotions but right now? Everything is different right now.

He follows you through the field in a blur, He doesn’t remember the journey or any of the beauty of the human world he rarely sees because he was looking at you the entire time.

And now, He walks hand in hand with you to wherever you're taking him, He doesn’t care as long as he gets to be by your side.

The two of you lay side by side in the grass in the spot you picked, The clouds above you sway above you. He hears your contempt sigh as you fully relax, But Mammon has his eyes on you- only on you.

It’s times like these when he is so close to you- He can’t help but let his love fall from his mouth, In sweet promises and words of eternal love.

Words of eternal love are whispered between the two, Nobody else will ever get in the way of them, Mammon will always fight for that.

Levi

The small picnic date in the human world had been scheduled for weeks, Levi had tried not to overthink it, But he was not only going on a date with you, You! But it's also in the human world?!

The sun hit his back as the two of you stood at the edge of a pond, nobody was around- The only sounds were of the wind and your voice. Levi felt whole as he got to just exist next to you as you cooed at the small fish swimming around.

He couldn’t help but reach out for your hand, All nerves being thrown to the wind, as You rested your head on his shoulder.

When in a world where he can be completely himself, In a world where the only person he cares to take in is you.

Satan

Satan had been waiting for a day like this, Just you and him, Some sun, and relaxation.

And he was right, This is exactly what he needed

He rested his back against a large oak tree while you laid your head in his lap- He had been reading to the two of you, His voice breaking through the nearly silent air around you all.

Your eyes slowly opened as he stopped speaking, His face looked down at yours, He didn’t say anything, Just took you in. “What?” You giggled.

“Nothing, I just have never felt calmer than in this very moment, Thank you mc.”

Asmo

A cute DevilGram-worthy date? Sign him up, He’s already packed!

He basked in the sun as you led him to a flower field, Lush colors surrounded the two of you as you laid out the picnic made for two

A light breeze waved the flowers back and forth as you placed a flower crown upon his head, In return he tucked a white Lily behind their ear, Basking in each other's presence, Asmo knew he would take the flowers home and later on press them into a photo album filled with only him and Mc.

For now though, He will take enjoyment in having nothing but beauty around him, Anything he could ever want in the world is right here with him.

Beel

You had him sold at picnic cmon now, That’s how he found himself carrying not one, but two baskets while you walked in front of him holding the third.

The tall grass crashed underneath them as Mc laid out the blanket, Quickly bring Beel to the ground with them.

The food wouldn’t last long, You both knew that, But to have an afternoon spent in the comfort of eachother.

The wind softly waved through your hair as He basked in just you, After the fall, Beel felt like he would never feel such peace again, And for a long time, He didn’t. It was only when you came along and not only helped heal his brothers but also helped him to grow from his guilt and learn that it wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever thank you enough for the love you have shown him.

Belphie

He woke up to hands combing through his hair as he felt the sun beat down on the picnic you had made for two.

His head lay in your lap as you spoiled him, A tranquil moment in time. Nothing could break the bubble you all had created around yourselves- The way your soft laugh had brought him to sleep as you had treated him not like the demon he was- But a fragile and precious creature instead.

He rarely tells you, But the nightmares of his wrongings have haunted him, The thought of his hands around your throat has broken him from deep sleep many times, and it scares him. It scares him that he could hurt you like that, But as the two of you lay in the human world, Something he never thought he’d do again, Filled with nothing but love for eachother.

He has hope, Hope for the two of you and hope for himself.

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karalovesallthegirls · 2 years

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time travel + I didn’t mean to turn you on

hello my love thank you for your request I wrote a bunch solely because I'm in love with you

Life is nothing if not consistent for Lena Luthor. She wakes at the same hour every single day, does an hour of stretches and exercise, eats the same egg white omelet. She’s the first to the office and the last to leave. Every moment is structured and accounted for, allowing Lena maximum control and regulation. Just the way she likes it.

And then, one day as she was stretching deep into a downward dog, her new life path came crashing down through her crystal glass coffee table.

One moment she’s thinking about the meeting she has in an hour and the next she’s flinching away from a spray of glass raining down overhead. She curls in on herself with a yelp, terrified and frozen at the sudden explosion beside her. After the clattering of glass had stopped, she’s left in dead silence. With a deep breath for confidence, she finally works up the nerve to look.

Collapsed over the metal frame of what had been her table lay some woman she had never seen before in her life, knocked out and bleeding all over her Persian rug.

Lena feels herself clicking into survival mode at the sight of her. She’s always been good at that – surviving. No one can keep a clearer head in a crisis than Lena. The initial fear now replaced with adrenaline and clarity, Lena jumps into action. Years of Pilates and daily weight-lifting aides her as she pulls the bloody woman off the twisted frame, dragging her over to her yoga mat. The woman is out cold.

She’s got glass stuck in all kinds of places, the worst of which seems to be a long, jagged piece stuck in her thigh. Lena knows better than to try and pull that one out, so she instead focuses on tying her sweatshirt around the woman’s thigh to try and stave the bleeding. It looks like it might be in a dangerous spot, possibly close to an artery, and the last thing Lena needs is some home invader dying on her living room floor. The press would have a field day with that.

While working to stabilize the rush of bleeding from her thigh, Lena shouted out, “HOPE, call emergency services.” HOPE, her omnipresent homemade helper, replied back from the speaker located just above. “Yes, Miss Luthor. Police, fire, or EMT?”

“EMT and pol-” she’s cut off by two hands on her at once: one covering her mouth forcefully and the other pressing a large glass chunk to her throat right at the jugular vein. She freezes.

Apparently, the unconscious intruder was more conscious than she thought. “Tell her to cancel it,” the woman says with a hoarse, pained voice. Lena watches her with a calculating eye, weighing her option. If she didn’t respond to HOPE in the next few moments, she knew her virtual assistant would call the police automatically. “It’ll take them, what, 5 minutes to get here? Maybe 10 with traffic. You’ll bleed out in seconds and I’ll be long gone before they even get close,” the woman says, “Nobody has to die today, okay? Cancel it.”

Her mind reels for alternatives, but the woman presses the glass harder against her throat, hard enough to cut, and her mind is made up. She nods, and hesitantly the other woman removes her hand from her mouth. “Cancel request, HOPE,” Lena says, voice surprisingly steady for someone in such a situation. “Request successfully cancelled,” HOPE chirped happily before shutting off.

The other woman sighs, the glass held to Lena’s neck slacking just a bit as she leans backwards. Lena can feel the way it pulls at her skin, how blood starts to trickle. She keeps her hands where they’ve been this entire time – pressing hard around the glass in the woman’s thigh. She’s bleeding a lot, even with the pressure Lena’s applying. “That was foolish,” Lena says, pulling away from the woman. “The EMT was for you. You’re bleeding too much too quickly, I think you nicked your femoral artery.” The woman laughs, laid back eyes closed like she’s not invading her house and threatening her life. “That’s right, you had medical training. I forgot about that,” the other woman says, pulling herself up into a half-sit and looking down at her injuries with a curious eye. “In my defense, they barely mention that in the history books.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The woman just shakes her head.

“What day is it?” she asks. Lena is tired of this already. She’s supposed to be showering right now and preparing to leave for work, not negotiating with a half-dead possible hostage-taker. “Tuesday. March 13th.”

“What year?” “Is that a joke?” “Yeah,” the woman smiled, a hint of blood on her teeth. “Humor me.” “2018.”

The smile fades fast, replaced with a sudden alarm. As if the year were somehow worse than the giant piece of glass sticking from her thigh. “That’s way too early,” she says, hints of panic in her voice. “They dropped me way too far back. Crap.”

Her face looks pale and grows paler by the minute. Lena looks down to see the cloth she’d tied around her thigh fully saturated, the puddle beneath her growing. She’s losing too much blood. “Put the glass down and give me your hands,” Lena says, but the woman doesn’t move. Frustrated, Lena grabs her hands with her bloody ones and presses them just above the glass. “Hold here,” she says, and then gets up to leave.

Lena races to her bathroom, ignoring the woman’s shout of “Wait! Come back here!” and rifles around until she finds what she’s looking for. She comes back with a field medic kit and lays it on the ground. The other woman watches her wearily, hands still pressed to the wound. “You’re bleeding too fast,” Lena says, “and at this point you’ll be dead before the ambulance can arrive. We have to stop the bleeding.”

The woman doesn’t resist. At this point she might not have the strength to. Lena uses shears to cut up the seam of the the the woman’s pants, up and past the deep gash of the glass shard. “This is bad,” she says, and the woman doesn’t even look. “It’s too early,” the woman is saying, sounding weak, and Lena pulls supplies from her kit. She ties a tight tourniquet, earning a shocked groan of pain. “This is temporary, it can only be temporary. It should buy you a little time but it’s going to hurt like hell and if it’s on too long you could lose the leg.” “Fine, it’s fine,” the other woman says, almost delirious, and she grabs Lena’s shirt to pull her attention. “Listen to me,” she says, eyes wide and bloodshot, “Your brother is going to destroy the world, and you’re going to help him. But you don’t have to. You don’t have to help him, okay?” She’s practically incoherent. The blood has stopped but it’s still everywhere and Lena is covered in it. “They’re calling me,” the woman continues, shaking her head, “I’ll come back, or they’ll send someone else, but you have to stop him, Lena Luthor. Non Nocere-”

And then she vanishes.

One minute, Lena is wrapped around a delirious, halfway bled-out home invader, and the next she’s alone in her living room surrounded by glass and blood.

- She’s much more prepared the next time the stranger comes. To her credit, she’s had a few years by then to obsess and analyze and research. She’s watched the security footage of that day so many times and in such excruciating detail that she could tell you how many pieces of glass were shattered, how many gasps the intruder let out in pain. She could recite the entire five-minute experience from start to finish with perfect accuracy. Yet she could never explain it.

She can infer the basic gist of it, of course: at some point, time travel becomes a possibility, and the best possible use of that unbelievable advancement is to come back and stop her, because something she does – or rather, something she helps Lex do – is so catastrophically horrible it’s world ending.

She’s tried to find this woman, though of course if she’s a time traveler she may not even exist yet. There’s no way to know. Lena’s spent months studying the footage she has of her, noting the militaristic jumpsuit she wore, the strange patches for organizations that don’t seem to exist adorning the sleeve. She’s made note of the scars she can see – the long one that dances down her face, the smaller ones made visible when her pant leg was cut. The woman had clearly endured hell in life, and that hell had led her to Lena’s penthouse. She felt a sick nervousness just thinking about how they might link.

All of that to say, Lena is much more prepared when the woman returned, at least on an intellectual level. She’s not so prepared for the woman to show up as she’s sitting post-shower on her bed in nothing but a silk robe.

One minute she’s sitting alone, the next a woman is crashing on top of her. Their heads bonk together hard at the force of it, Lena reeling back against her pillow with a groan. At least she’s a softer landing than glass and metal.

“Ah crap,” the woman says, and there’s an instant spark of excitement in Lena at just the sound of her voice. She’d listened to that tape so many times it’s burned into her psyche but hearing it now in person after so long – absolutely thrilling.

“Thank you for not breaking any furniture this time,” Lena says, and her voice is a bit breathy from the rush of it. The other woman pulls up from where she’d collapsed against her and seems to finally realize where she is and just how little Lena actually has on. She practically flings herself off of her and on to the floor with a shout.

“Oh wow,” the woman says, mouth agape and face beet red. “I- I’m so sorry, there’s no way to know what you’ll be doing when I get here and I just, I didn’t realize you weren’t done getting dressed or… that wasn’t… I’ll just-”

“Wait in the hallway?” Lena asks, amused. This version of the stranger is such a funny leap from the way she was all those years before, yet exactly the same. It’s like she hadn’t aged much at all. “I was finishing my bedtime routine and I sleep naked. This is as dressed as I’ll be the rest of the night.”

Somehow, the woman’s face gets even redder. It reminds Lena of the blood from that day, how dark and covering it had been on her. That takes a bit of wind out of her sails.

“How’s the leg?” she asks, sitting back. She can feel her robe fall open slightly but left it be. It's amusing to see how nervously the other woman’s eyes dart around looking everywhere but her.

“Still sore,” the woman finally says, pulling herself up to sit on the end of Lena’s bed. She glances at her and then looks away. “It’s only been a few weeks for me, so it’s not close to healed yet, but I didn’t lose the leg or my life, thanks to you.” “Glad to hear it.” “Are you?”

“Mmhm. If you’d died that day, I wouldn’t have this chance now to ask you what the hell is going on.” The woman is watching her in a strange sort of way, and it seems to take her a moment to clear her throat and mind.

“Right, yes, that makes sense. I just-” she rubs her eyes, laughing in an embarrassed sort of way. “I’m sorry, you’re just a little distracting.” Her eyes stray along the line of Lena’s robe before jerking away. She stands up and moves away, hands ringing nervously. Lena notices the slight limp to her walk. “Crap, I’m sorry. Okay, focus, Kara, focus,” she coaches herself, and Lena latches on to that morsel of information with a fierce excitement. “Yes, Kara,” she drawls, and the woman’s eyes cut sharply to her. “Focus. Tell me who you are and what I can do to help.” Kara gulps noticeably at her tone, shifting on her legs, before saying, “I’m from the future. 40 years in the future, to be exact, and I was sent back in time to stop you and your brother from destroying the world.” Lena nods along. It’s not so unbelievable, the idea that Lex could destroy the world. That he could use her desperate yearning for connection to make her a willing accomplish. “Non Nocere,” she says, and the woman jolts in surprise. “What? That’s – have you already invented it?” “No, but you said that last time we met.”

Kara visibly deflates, sinking into a sigh as she leaned back against the wall.

“Thank Rao, okay. Yes. It shouldn’t exist yet, not for another year.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the tool your brother uses to destroy the world. You build it for him.”

Kara looks heartbroken as she says it, and Lena feels just the same hearing it. All she’s ever wanted to do is be a force for good despite her family, despite the life they’d set up for her, but here is this scarred, scared stranger come back to tell her how horribly she fails. How she destroys everything.

“Okay,” Lena says. “So how do we stop it?”

And that, at least, earns her a smile.

#i also wrote a lot because as previously discussed through text like twenty minutes ago i forgot to take my medicine today #and my brain has hyper fixated on this story rather than the notes and work I should be doing during my break #:D #mine #trope mashup #supercorp #I was tempted to go the time travelers wife route since we just hate-watched it but honestly my favorite time traveler concept #will always be terminator #so its more of that #anyway!!!!!!!!!! love ya

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totowlff · 2 years

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chapter one — punishment

➝ request: I would really like to read again a jealous Toto for the reader.

➝ word count: 7,2k

➝ warnings: smut

➝ author’s note: this one-shot took unnecessarily long time in my head as well as my drafts. unfortunately, i don't know how to write a porn without a plot, so let's just say i got too carried away. moreover, with a beautiful inspiration that was those two laps at spa-francorchamps, i couldn't leave this request aside.

You stared at the dark sky over Stavelot in silence as your fingers clenched the blue and red foam of the Sky Sports microphone in your hands.

The memory of one particular Sunday was vivid in your mind.

The wind.

The cold.

The rain.

— Y/N — you heard, behind you. Turning around, you found Jules, your producer, smiling.

— Yes? — you answered.

— They cleared the track for us. Shall we record the first segment?

You looked down the pitlane, where three cars were parked side by side. There was a crowd of onlookers, photographers, and cameras around them. On the left was the Mercedes-AMG ONE, with Lewis Hamilton leaning against the bodywork, talking to Bradley, Mercedes' communications director. In the middle was the GT3 EDITION 55”, which was currently being photographed by Steve, the team photographer. On the right was the 300 SEL 6.8 AMG, the famous Rote Sau. Behind the wheel, talking to George Russell, there he was.

Toto Wolff.

You knew of the team principal's reputation long before you even thought about the possibility of stepping into the paddock. When you were still working in the Sky Sports newsroom in London, you were always amused by the behind-the-scenes motorsport gossip from your colleagues who worked at the races. The words 'beautiful', 'charming' and 'charismatic' never failed to appear in their accounts of interactions with Toto. However, it never crossed your mind that you would someday witness his charm and good looks firsthand.

The first time you stepped into a race paddock was to replace Georgina, one of the producers who worked with Ted Kravitz, producing content for the channel's website, who had contracted Covid-19 at the British Grand Prix. After some exceptional work on the two weekends you covered for your colleague, you were sent more frequently to produce on-location, helping to create stories that had a resounding impact. It didn't take long for you to reach the higher echelons of sports reporting, crafting more interesting stories and producing more daring reports.

However, your big break came when you found out that Lewis Hamilton would not race at the Sakhir Grand Prix after testing positive for Covid-19. With Ted stuck in a meeting, there was no one who could break the news live during the F1 Report. So, using all your courage — and steely nerve — you stood in front of a camera for the first time and gave the world first-hand information about the medical status of the seven-time world champion.

The following year, you were promoted to the role of being an on-camera personality, occasionally doing pit lane walks and media pen interviews. It was during one of these interviews, after qualifying for the Bahrain Grand Prix, that you had your first interview with a certain team principal.

— Hello, Toto, how are you?

— Fine — he replied, smiling. “They weren’t kidding, he does have a nice smile.”, you thought — And you?

— I’m fine as well. I would like to get your impressions of today’s qualifying session, especially considering the pace shown by Max Verstappen today.

— Well, we're very excited to have a real fight on our hands. Six teams in the top ten today and it's clear that simply being good won't be enough this year. But in this final year of the current set of regulations, we have to push the needle even further, not only to beat Red Bull, but also some of the other teams.

— Lewis and Valtteri were both unsatisfied with the reliability of the W12 during pre-season testing. Today, the car proved to be more reliable, but it still doesn't seem to be quite at the pace you’d like it to be.

— It’s true that conditions weren't favorable for us today, but we're definitely closer here than we were during the three days of pre-season testing. However, I can't say exactly what our position is in relation to Red Bull yet.

You smiled, satisfied with his answers.

— Right, Toto. Thank you very much for your insight.

He nodded, preparing to go to the next set of microphones. However, the team principal stopped, standing in front of you for a few seconds in the middle of the media pool before coming back to you.

— You're new around here, aren't you? — he asked, raising an eyebrow.

— I’m not new at Sky, no. I've been here since 2018.

— But, here, in the paddock, how long have you been here?

— Since last year.

— As a reporter?

— No. I was a producer. I started as an on-camera reporter this year.

Toto smiled.

— I understand now.

— Understand what?

— Why I don’t remember you.

— Well, with so many other media people around the paddock, it's pretty easy for us to blend in.

— Blend in? Not for someone as pretty as you are. — he replied with a mischievous smile before moving on to the next journalist who was waiting for him.

“And… He’s definitely charming”, you thought, trying to ignore the way your face was heating up, as well as the laughter from Daniel, your cameraman.

As the months passed, his compliments became more frequent. The looks you shared lingered more. His touches were no longer incidental. The tension between the two of you was palpable every time you crossed paths, whether in the paddock, the media pool, or the press conference room.

It was like a glass of water, filling drop by drop.

— We're going to do the introduction, and after they've done the laps, you're going to talk to the three of them, okay? — Jules said to you as you walked towards the three cars in the pitlane.

— Right — you confirmed. You stopped at a point just to the right of the track, so that Daniel could capture all three cars in the same frame in a diagonal shot.

— Do you think it's better to keep still or move for these introduction shots?

— Moving. It’s more dynamic.

— Okay — you smiled — Let's go.

You grabbed your cell phone and quickly reviewed the talking points for your segment. “Talk about where we are, the reason, the cars, and the drivers”, you thought, reading the email sent by the Mercedes’ press office.

— Ready? — Daniel asked.

You hesitated, taking a moment to fix your hair and smooth your hands over your skirt one last time.

— Yes — you smiled.

With a thumbs up, the cameraman signaled you to begin.

— We are here at the Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, celebrating the 55th anniversary of AMG. To celebrate in style, AMG has put together four great cars, as well as four… Or, rather, three, great drivers.

Behind the camera, Jules laughed at your phrasing.

— Now, Toto will be behind the wheel of this legendary 300 SEL 6.8 AMG, better known as the Red Pig. Lewis will be behind the wheel of this spectacular Mercedes-AMG ONE and George will drive the new GT3 EDITION 55, which you can see in the middle there. We also have Formula 1 Safety Car driver Bernd Mayländer who will be driving the AMG safety car, which is a modified AMG GT Black series. Let's take a look — you added, smiling.

A few seconds later, Daniel looked up at you

— Perfect, Y/N.

— Want to try a second time?

— Do we have time, Jules? — the cameraman asked.

You saw your producer wave to Bradley, who was still standing next to Lewis, pointing to his wrist, in a way of asking how much time they had there before the cars took to the track. The communications director held up two fingers, to which Jules simply responded with a raised thumb.

— No, we don't. Daniel, can you take some more filler footage?

— No problem — the cameraman replied, repositioning his device on his shoulder and heading toward the cars parked behind you. Meanwhile, Jules approached you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— Shall we go to the pit lane?

You nodded, following your producer to the pit area. It was starting to become busy due to preparations for the next day, when the first free practice sessions would take place at the circuit. Leaning back against the wall, you were making a concentrated effort not to look for those familiar brown eyes in the midst of the crowd of people, so you looked up, staring at the dark clouds over the circuit.

— You think it will rain? — you asked quietly, placing the microphone on top of the concrete.

Jules looked up.

— I saw that there was a good chance of rain for this weekend.

You pursed your lips.

— That’s shit — you muttered.

— I hope you brought your raincoat this time — the producer said, nudging you with his elbow.

— I did — you said with a smirk, your memory taking you back to the year before.

It was a rainy Sunday on the same circuit, and it was the day that the metaphorical glass, filling drop by drop as you and Toto flirted and teased each other, spilled over.

You had always prided yourself on being a woman who was always prepared for any eventuality. However, on the wettest weekend of the season, on a trip to the racetrack in the Ardennes forest, an area famously prone to heavy rainstorms, you'd somehow managed the feat of forgetting your raincoat in London.

“Dumb bitch”, you thought, after you left the third official merchandise tent without finding a way to protect yourself from the storm that fell on Stavelot.

Accepting the consequences, you decided to keep working, ignoring the weather-related adversities. However, with you running up and down the paddock so much during the red flag period, with only your normal jacket to protect you from the elements, it wasn’t long before you ended up completely soaked.

At one point in the afternoon, after yet another aborted race start, you were walking back to the media center when you felt your cell phone vibrate in your coat pocket. You sought shelter to check your messages and hadn't even noticed which tent you’d stepped under until you heard a familiar male voice behind you.

— You're soaking wet.

Turning around, you saw Toto's familiar smile. The team principal was seated at one of the hospitality tables. The hospitality area was otherwise completely empty.

— I didn't bring my raincoat.

— Bad weekend to leave it at home, huh?

You nodded, chuckling before looking back at your cell phone, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You were trying to type a reply to Billy, Sky’s Formula 1 director, but your fingers didn't seem to want to respond.

— Are you cold? — Toto questioned you.

The question made you notice the chill building up in your body that you’d been ignoring until just then.

— No.

— I can see from here that you’re shivering, Y/N.

— It's nothing — you replied, trying to mask the tremor in your voice.

Toto got up from the table and approached you. He took your hands in his, the iciness of your cold, wet hands a stark contrast to the warmth of his.

— You're freezing — the team principal stated, rubbing your hands lightly, trying to impart some of his warmth.

— Seriously, it's okay — you said softly, trying to ignore the sudden wave of heat that coursed through your body, pushing away the chill you were feeling.

— No, no, you're going to get sick like this — Toto said, a worried look in his brown eyes.

— Toto, I'm fine, it's just water. I’m not going to melt.

He shook his head. He didn’t let go of your hand and took you, without a word, into the Mercedes motorhome. He led you up the spiral stairs, through the hallways, and to a frosted glass door. He opened it to reveal a small, simple office with a neat desk made of pale wood and a black office chair.

— I'll go get you a towel, don’t go anywhere — Toto said, disappearing down the hall.

Alone inside the small office, you looked at the shelves on the wall, decorated with potted plants, awards and picture frames with images of Toto at team celebrations, accompanied by his drivers. However, the photo that caught your attention the most was a photo of him with Niki Lauda. You smiled looking at it.

— Here you are — you heard him behind you. Turning around, you found the team principal holding out a rolled-up black towel to you. Taking the terry cloth in your hands, you unfurled it, noticing a logo embroidered in white thread. The logo was a pair of stylized wings that formed a shape that looked like the face of a lion.

— Is this Lewis’ towel? — you asked.

— Yes. I took it from his room.

— You don’t think he’ll get upset?

— I’m sure he won’t — Toto replied, giving you a wink. You felt your face heat up.

— I really hope so — you muttered, as you opened your wet coat.

Smiling, the team principal stepped behind you, helping you peel the soaked jacket from your body. Underneath, you wore a thin blouse that was also wet. The fabric was transparent now, and clinging to your curves. You were embarrassed as you hurried to dry yourself off, running the towel down your arms.

However, the damage was already done.

Looking up, you noticed that Toto was watching you carefully, taking in every detail that the wet shirt showed, his lips pressed together. In his brown eyes, you could see only one thing.

Desire.

— Well — you said, wrapping the towel around your shoulders — I just have to thank you for your kindness.

He blinked, as if he'd come out of a trance.

— It was no problem, Y/N. Really.

— Yes, but I appreciate it anyway. You didn't have to.

— Yes, I did. One of the best journalists in the paddock can't walk around soaking wet and risk catching pneumonia.

You felt like you could melt on the spot.

— I don't know how to repay you — you stammered.

— But I do — Toto smiled, taking a step forward.

In your chest, your heart was pounding.

— Do you want a kiss? — you asked, without hesitation.

Toto's eyes widened.

— Well — he began to stutter, his face red — I had something else in mind… I don't know, maybe a feature story about the team… Or even about me.

— Toto, I've watched enough romantic comedies to know what happens when a man and a woman are alone in a room for the first time after months of flirting and staring at each other.

— What’s that?

— They kiss. And then they have sex.

— And what do you want?

— With you? Both.

You couldn’t say anything else before Toto advanced on you, his lips on yours, releasing the tension of nearly six months of the game the two of you were playing with each other. You knew you wouldn't be leaving that office until he was fully sated, which was almost an hour later, after you'd had three orgasms on top of his desk, your moans echoing off the office walls.

You’d had many more since that day.

The sound of engines brought your focus back to the cars in front of you. With the track cleared, the two Mercedes drivers and team principal were already seated inside the vehicles for their exhibition lap, waiting for authorization to accelerate through the circuit.

Soon enough, green lights lit up on the electronic panel, and the three of them shot down the main straight with the safety car behind, dozens of people in the stands and pit lane watching.

After two laps around the circuit, the four cars entered the pit area in a row, stopping in front of the Mercedes’ garage. It wasn't long before mechanics, photographers, cameramen and onlookers crowded around the vehicles, pointing and chatting about the cars.

— Shall we, Y/N? — Jules turned to you.

Picking up your mic again, you smiled.

— Yes, let’s go.

The two of you crossed the pit lane towards the point where the cars were gathered. The drivers were already outside the vehicles, their helmets abandoned on the seats, talking to each other about the laps, teasing and joking with each other. After hearing Toto's laugh after a comment from George, an involuntary smile appeared on your lips. It was your favorite sound.

— What are you smiling at? — Jules asked you, one eyebrow raised.

You blinked. The producer didn't know about your affair with Toto. Nobody did. It was a deal made by both of you, not just to protect each other’s privacy, but also to avoid any issues of you violating journalistic ethics. “You can’t sacrifice your career because of me”, you heard Toto say in your head.

— I was thinking of a question to ask Toto.

Jules looked around for the team principal.

— Then you'd better take advantage of the fact that he's free now and go ask him — he said, tilting his head in the Austrian's direction.

You saw Toto again and noticed that he was leaning against the red bodywork of the 300 SEL 6.8 AMG, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed to the ground. Before you even realized it, your feet were pulling you towards him, like a metal piece drawn to a magnet. Stopping beside him, you hesitated for a few seconds.

— Did you have fun? — you said.

— Who's asking? — he smiled, looking at the microphone in your hand.

— Toto…

— I need to know, so I know how to answer. Is it the journalist asking me, or the woman?

You leaned back against the red metal beside him.

— Both — you replied, the shadow of a smile on your lips.

— Well, to the journalist, I will say that I was looking forward to driving this car and that it was a lot of fun.

— And to the woman?

Toto brought his face close to your ear.

— I had more fun last night with you.

You looked at him, violent heat rising in your face. Noticing your flushed cheeks, Toto just smirked.

— I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that — you mumbled.

— Your face says otherwise, but that's okay.

You were silent, wondering what to say. “Didn't you have a question for him?”, you asked yourself, fiddling with the microphone awkwardly. When you were around him, it was as if your mind just went completely blank, leaving only room for the desire you felt for him.

— Do you want to record a segment with me? — Toto said, breaking the silence. Lifting your face to him, you smiled.

— Yes. We're doing a feature about AMG's anniversary and today's activities.

— What do you want me to talk about?

— I'll ask about the company and how it feels to be on the track. Nothing too difficult for you.

— Fine by me — he smiled, rising from the hood of the car. Signaling Daniel to come closer, you momentarily closed your eyes, mentally reviewing your questions for Toto. When you opened them again, you noticed he was watching you carefully, the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile.

— Can we start? — you asked him.

— Anytime, Y/N — Toto replied. Smiling, you lifted the microphone and nodded for Daniel to start recording.

— Well, Toto, what does it mean to celebrate AMG's 55th anniversary?

— AMG is synonymous with racing and high performance. For 55 years they've been at the forefront of pushing what's possible on four wheels, both on the track and on the road. And celebrating this history here, driving a car as special as the Red Pig, an icon in motorsport history, is very special.

— And what was it like to take those two laps here in Spa?

— Race drivers simply have the best job in the world. I don't spend a lot of days on the track, but even with this car, doing two laps at Spa reminds me how amazing that is — he concluded, smiling.

— Okay, thank you, Toto — you said, signaling Daniel to stop recording. When the cameraman lowered the camera, the team principal smiled back at you, leaning in closely.

— At your service, moja maleńka — he whispered, making your face heat up again at his nickname for you.The first time Toto had referred to you with those two words, you had no idea that they were even words at first.

To you, it sounded like a sneeze.

— Bless you — you said, rolling over in bed to face him.

— What?

— Didn't you sneeze?

Toto laughed.

— No, I didn't sneeze.

You blinked, confused.

— So what was that?

— What was what?

— You whispered something.

He smiled.

— Yes — Toto said, running a hand through your hair, brushing strands out of your face — I said… Moja maleńka.

— Is that German? — you asked, raising an eyebrow.

— No. Polish.

— Do you speak Polish?

— Yes. My mother is Polish.

You were silent for a few seconds.

— Aren't you going to ask what it means?

— Should I?

— I think you would find it interesting.

— And what do words that sound like a sneeze mean?

— They mean… My little one.

Heat rose in your cheeks.

You've never been called that, not even by your parents.

“He's definitely charismatic”, you thought, a smile on your lips.

— Y/N, George is free now. Should we interview him? — you heard Daniel say in your ear. Taking one last look at Toto, you smiled at your cameraman, following him towards the point where the Brit was talking to your producer.

— Good afternoon, George, how are you?

— Good, and you?

— I’m fine as well — you replied — Shall we talk about your laps with the GT3 EDITION 55?

The Brit's blue eyes lit up.

— Let's do it! — he said, smiling.

Interviewing George was never difficult. The driver, in addition to being polite and intelligent, knew how to answer with confidence, without forgetting to put a pinch of British humor in his statements. Whenever you needed soundbytes, you knew you could count on him.

However, even his charm and good press presence didn't make George your favorite driver to interview

— Lewis is free now — Jules said, jerking his thumb at the man behind him.

Talking to Lewis Hamilton was a special thrill for you. If your passion for motorsport was born from watching Damon Hill lead Williams to glory, it was with the Stevenage driver that it came to full bloom. Watching him race as just a spectator was incredible, but watching him up close as a professional was a privilege that would never feel real to you.

— Good afternoon, Lewis — you approached him, greeting him with a hug — How are you?

— Much better now — he smiled — It's wonderful to drive a good car once in a while.

You chuckle, feeling awkward. That season was cruel. Not just to Mercedes, but to the British driver especially. After having his eighth title snatched from his hands at the last second, he went on to deal with a brand new and terribly temperamental car, the result of a new build regulations that Mercedes missed the mark on.

But with the new spending cap rules, there was nothing they could do to salvage the season other than discuss how incomprehensible and temperamental the W13 was. It was something Toto made a point of doing every race weekend that you spent with him, as he twirled a lock of your hair around his index finger or traced the features of your face with his finger.

— I can imagine how fun it was. Can we talk about it?

— Of course — Lewis replied, putting his hands on his hips.

Signaling Daniel to stand, you quickly fixed your hair, as well as running your hand quickly over your dress, trying to smooth any creases.

— You look great, Y/N — the Brit commented, a shy smile on his lips.

Looking up at him, you smiled.

— Thank you, Lewis.

Turning to face your cameraman, you waited for his signal to start, which came seconds later, with a nod.

— So, Lewis, tell us, what was it like driving the Mercedes-AMG ONE here in Spa?

— Celebrating the 55th anniversary of AMG here in Spa is something incredible, as we are talking about an iconic brand in the world of motorsport. But to do that while driving a car like this is very special to me. We work hard all year and we don't always have time to enjoy moments like this, so it's a really fantastic thing.

— We can see how excited you and George were, even competing at one point.

— Yeah, things got hot on the track — Lewis laughed.

— Toto was pushing you too, I don't know if you could see it, but we saw it here.

— Yes, I saw. He's a real racer, like me and George, and you can see his passion for it, even though he's cut some of the curves, from what I noticed in the rearview mirror.

You couldn't help but laugh. You knew that Toto had experience in rallying, endurance racing, and racing GT cars. However, you also knew that he wasn’t able to achieve success, which explained why he turned to business.

— I haven't seen the footage yet to say — you said, trying to catch your breath.

— I bet you'll enjoy the damage he did to the grass at Turn 11.

— I'm looking forward to seeing the track remodeling work — you smiled, waving your hand for Daniel to stop recording. After receiving confirmation that the cameraman had finished the job, you continued talking to Lewis for a few more minutes, listening to his impressions of the car he had just driven, as well as more harsh words about the W13. According to him, the team couldn’t nail down the tuning or set-up for a lot of tracks.

Distracted by Lewis' monologue about the car, you didn’t as someone approached behind you both. He touched your shoulder and you can't help but be a little startled by the sudden intrusion. Turning around, you found Toto with a serious expression.

— Y/N, can I talk to you?

You blinked.

— Yes, about what?

— Privately — Toto said in a low voice. His face was completely unreadable.

Those two words made a chill build up in your belly. Looking around, you noticed Jules talking to Daniel and Steve. “They won't even notice I'm gone”, you thought, before flashing a smile to the team principal.

— Okay, let's go — you replied — See you, Lewis.

The driver nodded at you with a smile. Looking back at Toto, you saw him gesturing for you to go ahead of him into the Mercedes pit area, a quick shortcut to access their hospitality, which was just behind the entrance to the team's garage. Heading towards the access to the paddock, you waved at an engineer before turning down the hall, past the wall where the headphones were kept. One of the hooks had a red hat hanging on it. How many stories have you heard about the owner of that red hat?

Walking silently down the hall, you had just passed the door of the Petronas fluid analysis lab when you felt a hand close around your arm, pulling you back. Guiding you with little delicacy, Toto moved you into the small lab that was inside Mercedes garage, releasing you only to slide the opaque glass door closed, locking the two of you inside.

— What are you doing? — you asked in a whisper.

Toto remained silent, staring at you with those chocolate-colored eyes, until he began to approach you, slowly. Almost instinctively, you started taking steps back, trying to keep the distance between the two of you. You were succeeding until you felt your back hit the wall.

“Fuck,” you thought, watching the team principal get closer and closer to you, the shadow of a smile on his lips as he stopped in front of you, his face inches from yours.

— Y/N — he whispered, placing his hands on your waist.

— Yes? — you replied softly, lifting your face to look him in the eyes.

Silence.

“What did I do?” you asked yourself.

Suddenly, in one swift movement, you found yourself with your back to Toto, your cheek against the wall. You felt his hot breath against your ear.

— What was going through your head out there?

You swallowed hard.

— What are you talking about?

His hands went down your side, caressing you.

— Your conversation with Lewis. What were you thinking?

— I… I was just… Doing… My job — you tried to sound confident, without any success.

— Your job is to interview drivers. Not to flirt with them — he said in a low voice.

— I… Wasn’t flirting… With anyone — you gasped, your apprehension turning into curiosity. You had never seen this rough, possessive side of him before, and you couldn’t deny that you were a little turned on.

— That's not what it looked like to me — Toto growled. His fingers were already on your hips, skimming the fabric of your dress in search of your panties. “If only I had put any on”, you thought, pursing your lips. Seconds later, you felt him press his body even more firmly against yours.

— Are you not wearing any panties, maleńka? — he asked in a low voice, his lips against your ear. His breath against your skin sent a shiver through your body, your pussy getting wet. Swallowing hard, you made an affirmative sound, the words stuck in your throat.

However, it wasn't enough for Toto.

With a not-so-gentle tug, he pulled your dress up, exposing your bare ass. Toto's hand roamed over your delicate skin, as if he was confirming what he'd already felt through the fabric. Suddenly, the sound of a slap filled the small lab space, accompanied by the gasp of surprise that escaped your lips. The sensation was not unfamiliar to you, as one of the first things Toto had done when he laid you on his desk that rainy Sunday was asking to slap your ass as punishment for months of teasing.

And you found, to your surprise, that you liked it.

— Can you answer me? — Toto whispered, his fingers ghosting over the spot where his hand had landed violently against your bottom.

— Yes — you stuttered, your voice shaky — I'm not wearing any panties.

— Why, maleńka?

You blinked. The reason you'd gone without underwear had been solely because of the unsightly panty lines that were visible in the dress you were wearing, which fit snugly against your body. However, seeing Toto's reaction, you couldn't help but wonder what he would have done if you’d gone without for any other reason. And with the opportunity to find out on the tip of your tongue, you decided not to waste it.

— Because I didn’t want to wear any — you replied, your voice firm and challenging.

Another slap, this time on the opposite side of the first.

This time, the sound that left your lips was nothing like a gasp. It was a moan of pleasure.

— Do you like it? — Toto's hand went back to massaging your butt, which was probably starting to turn red from the impact of his fingers against your buttock.

You muttered something that sounded like yes, nodding. It wasn't enough for Toto. In a split second, you felt his free hand go to your jaw, tilting your face back. Your gaze met his, his brown eyes tinged with a darkness you knew well.

— Words. I want to hear you.

The tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal through your body, your core pulsing. The hand that was on your face slid down, wrapping around your neck in a gentle grip, but enough so that the sensation went straight to your pussy, the wetness building more and more.

— Yes, I like it — your voice was barely audible.

— You're a bad girl, Y/N.

— Then… You should punish me — you replied, a teasing tone in your voice.

One more slap. One more groan.

You had never felt as aroused as you did at that moment.

— You talk too much for such a bad girl — he muttered, his hand caressing your aching skin.

— And you act too little for someone who wants to discipline me.

Another slap. Another moan.

However, this time, Toto didn't massage your ass as affectionately as you'd expected him to. You felt the team principal release your neck and bring both hands to your waist, turning your body so that you were facing him. There was nothing gentle about his movements now.

— So, you want to be punished? — Toto asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

— Yes, I do — you replied, whispering.

Smiling, he took your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue unceremoniously invading your mouth. As one hand caressed the back of your head, guiding it subtly, the other moved down your spine, pulling your body against his, the fabric of his black race suit rubbing against your exposed skin.

You were so immersed in that kiss that you hardly noticed when Toto pushed you away from the wall, leading you through the cramped room to one of the lab benches, where Petronas engineers performed tests during the sessions. Pulling his face away from yours momentarily, the team principal's hands wrapped around your waist, boosting you up and placing you on the white countertop, your legs spread wide enough for him to position himself between them. With the bottom of your dress still rucked up around your hips, you were completely exposed to him. Something told you that was exactly how he wanted you.

Toto didn't need to say a word to tell you what the next step was. Bringing your fingers to the collar of the black and red jumpsuit, you opened it, revealing the zipper, pulling it down desperately, clumsily. Biting your bottom lip, with one quick movement, you peeled the overalls from his shoulders, allowing Toto to pull his arms through the sleeves, leaving only the white fireproof undershirt he was wearing. With his hands free, he lowered the overalls even lower, exposing his fireproof underwear, the outline of his erection evident beneath the thin fabric.

Looking up at you, Toto gave you a devilish grin before pulling the last layer down, exposing his cock. The sight sent a wave of arousal through your skin that felt like an electric shock. He knew the power he had over you and your body, and he was eager to use it.

— Do you like what you see? — the team principal whispered, while his fingers wrapped around his own dick, pumping slowly.

— Yes — you said, your voice shaky.

— Do you want this? — he asked you. The light glistened on the pre-cum spread along his length — Do you want my cock, maleńka?

— Yes — you replied, pleadingly. You could feel anticipation building up in your core to the point where it was almost painful. You needed it the same way you needed air to breathe. However, Toto wasn’t making any effort to approach you, to enter you, to make you moan his name with your nails digging into his shoulders.

Instead, he remained standing in front of you, one hand stroking his cock and the other squeezing one of your thighs, keeping your legs spread and still, your pussy completely exposed to him, wetness almost oozing out of you.

In the fog of your desire, you finally realized his intentions.

Denial. This was your punishment.

— Toto…

— What do you want, maleńka? — he asked softly, his thumb circling the head of his cock — Tell me what you want.

— You…

Toto looked at you with a devilish expression.

— But, you have me. I’m right here.

— I want you inside me, fucking me like the bad girl I am.

— After what you did today, do you think you deserve my dick?

— I was working, Toto — you whimpered, almost like a child who didn’t get any dessert — I just want you. I only think about you. There is only you.

— Do you only want me? — he moved toward you now.

— Yes, yes, yes — you gasped, your muscles tensing in anticipation.

With a smile on his lips, Toto moved even closer, positioning his cock at your entrance. His lips found your jaw, placing gentle kisses going up towards your ear. You felt a shiver of anticipation run through your body. “Finally, finally, finally,” you mentally repeated, your fingers finding the back of his neck, playing with his dark hair.

But instead of the pleasure you were desperate for, you felt his tip brush against your clit, your sensitivity making you nearly sob at his subtle movements. The sound made Toto smile against your skin.

— You look so pretty like this — he murmured, nibbling at a spot below your earlobe — Completely desperate for me.

His cock continued to brush through your folds, pressing lightly against your hole. You could feel the tears of agony building up in your eyes.

— Please, please, please — you moaned, squirming at the subtle touch.

— I'll give you what you want — Toto whispered — But you have to ask for it.

— Please, I want to feel you inside me — you gasped — I need to feel you. Please please. Let me feel you.

— Fine — he said.

Slowly, you felt Toto sliding inside you with no resistance. You were beyond soaked and ready for him. However, instead of penetrating you completely, he sank just the head of his cock in and retreated almost immediately. You searched his face and found a mischievous smile.

— Toto — you stammered.

He laughed.

— You asked me to feel my cock inside you. You felt it.

Something between an incredulous laugh and an agonized groan left your lips.

“Son of a bitch”, you thought.

— You're ridiculous, Wolff — you managed to say.

— And you're not being clear about what you want.

You rolled your eyes. However, instead of slapping you again for your insolence, Toto just leaned his forehead against yours, his brown eyes glued to yours.

— Tell me what you want — Toto whispered, brushing his nose against yours — And you'll have it.

You blinked, your breath caught in your throat.

— Fuck me. Just fuck me. Please.

He smiled. Not in a mischievous or provocative way, but sincerely.

Toto had finally heard what he wanted to hear.

Positioning yourself again at your entrance, you turned your head to the side, muscles tensing. However, holding your chin, he made you look at him again.

— I'm going to fuck you like you want. But… You will have to be quiet.

A nod of your head was the signal for Toto to penetrate you immediately. Stifling a cry at the sudden sensation of him inside of you, you felt pain and pleasure mingling in your belly.

It was everything you wanted.

It didn't take long for Toto to set a delicious rhythm, causing you to dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulders beneath the fireproof shirt. You strained to keep your mouth shut, trying not to make a sound, just as he had asked. However, when he found the right spot inside you, you couldn't resist emitting low grunts and moans.

— Yes, yes, yes — you muttered, as Toto attacked your neck, biting your skin with little delicacy. There would probably be marks. There would certainly be marks. But, you couldn't care less right now. This moment was worth every extra minute you'd have to spend hiding the evidence of your affair with him.

Focused on the sensation building in your abdomen, you received a new rush of pleasure as Toto's hand left your thigh and snaked between your legs. Finding your clit, his fingers began to draw quick, indelicate circles, making you expend a Herculean effort not to scream at the top of your lungs.

— You… Aren't… That bad… Maleńka — Toto gasped, quickening the movement of his hips against yours. With your heart racing, you didn't know what to say because of the fog of pleasure that clouded your mind, making you completely lose the power of language. You pulled him by the back of his neck towards your lips, in a deep kiss, backed by the wet sound of his cock against your pussy.

Your legs contracted, as did your abdomen.

You were close.

Very close.

Too close.

Until, suddenly, Toto stopped, causing a frustrated groan to escape your lips. Pulling his face slightly away from yours, he studied your face.

— Y/N, look at me — the team principal asked, his thumb stroking your cheek.

Your eyelids fluttered, the effort to open your eyes was almost unreal.

— Who makes you feel good?

— You — you gasped, the painful sensation of your aborted orgasm coursing through your body — Only you.

Toto smiled, bringing his hand to your neck. His fingers pressed lightly against your skin, just enough pressure to let you know he was there. “As if I needed a reminder,” you thought, your fingers moving up to his wrist, begging him not to let you go.

— Good girl.

Using your neck for support, he moved roughly inside you again, his cock touching the spot you needed most with each thrust. Parting your lips in a silent scream, you felt the pressure in your abdomen start to build again, making your legs shake and your spine arch.

— Yes, yes, yes, yes — you repeated, in a thin voice, almost desperately.

Somewhere, you heard Toto grunt, pulling one of your legs to his hip. The other followed, imprisoning him against you. The hand that was on your neck went down to your core, massaging your clit again.

— I… Ah… Yes… I will — you stuttered, your nails sinking deeper and deeper into Toto's shoulders.

— This, this, this — he muttered. And it was the last thing you heard before the pressure in your abdomen exploded.

Biting your bottom lip hard to keep from screaming, you felt a tsunami of pleasure relentlessly sweep through your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, your chest rising and falling with your labored breathing. Not seeing, hearing or feeling anything around you, you were completely numb.

So numb that you didn't notice Toto continuing to move inside you, the contractions of your pussy pulling him along into his own climax. He released himself inside you, the sensation of his hot cum going unnoticed as you had still not yet returned to Earth. Then, he rested his palms on the countertop on either side of your thighs, resting his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily, completely exhausted.

For a few minutes, what you could hear inside the small laboratory was the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath. It was definitely the craziest thing you had ever done in your life, but never had something so wrong felt so right.

— That was amazing — you mumbled, eyes half closed.

— Thanks, we're always working to provide the best experience — you heard Toto say, his voice muffled by your shoulder, making you giggle weakly.

Lifting his face to you, he brushed his nose lightly against yours. It was gentle and affectionate.

— Can I clean you up?

— Yes — you smiled.

Toto pulled out of you and the small sink that was in the corner of the lab room. Taking a handful of paper towels from the dispenser mounted on the wall, he walked over to you and began to gently wipe you down. Then he helped you down from the counter and helped you pull your dress down again, trying to smooth out the various wrinkles. Then it was his turn to clean up and get dressed again, pulling the pants and overalls back up again.

— Come here — you said, signaling him to turn around. Holding the rough fabric in your hands, you helped him put his arms through the sleeves of the racing suit, fitting it around his shoulders. Turning back to face you, Toto smiled.

— Can you help me with the zipper?

— Sure — you replied, finding the tab and zipping the jumpsuit again, finishing with the collar embroidered with the AMG logo.

— Dziękuję, moja maleńka.

You smiled, guessing what he had said to you.

— I don't know how to say 'you’re welcome' in Polish.

— Well, you could say… Nie mogę się doczekać, aż znowu mnie przelecisz.

You blinked, confused

— Something tells me that wasn’t just ‘you’re welcome’.

Toto pursed his lips, trying to contain a smile.

— It may be. Polish is complicated.

— Torger — you scolded him.

— Okay, Y/N, nie ma za co is fine.

You tried to reproduce the words, the phonemes unfamiliar on your tongue. Your pronunciation was heavily accented and unclear, and it made Toto laugh.

— Close enough — Toto said, kissing you on the forehead.

Once you both were cleaned up and put back together, you started thinking about how to leave the lab room and the Mercedes garage unnoticed. After a few minutes of discussing a plan, you concluded that the best thing would be for you to return to the pit lane, while Toto would go to the motorhome. Taking a deep breath and running your fingers through his hair one last time, you were about to open the door when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you into a kiss.

— See you tonight?

— Yes — you smiled, giving him one last peck on the lips before opening the door and disappearing down the hall.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x reader #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 one shot #toto wolff smut #wlffog #conwlff

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mamasplat · 23 days

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COLOR ME CONVINCED

This is heavy in headcanon, this is purely me tossing ideas out and this is absolutely an open conversation.

Based on this post ( @turtle4you you absolute genius you deserve full credit I would’ve never looked this far into it without you ) And also taking some notes from the XY kalos quest episode Cloudy Fate, Bright Future! Let’s discuss the possible cause and effect of Courtney having some type of psychic abilities

Pyrokinesis – The ability to control flames, fire, or heat using one's mind. This just seems like a fitting ability for her given her profession, that’s my only reason

Telekinesis - the ability to move and or throw physical objects with one’s mind. It would be purely based on her emotional state and out of her control (as i believe all her powers would be) so like, storming out of a room and a random object going and smacking a grunt in the face because she’s frustrated.

Clairvoyance — The ability to see things and events that are happening far away, and locate objects, places, people, using a sixth sense. A very weak ability she tries to strengthen under maxies skeptical guidance, I.e. being blindfolded and having to tell him how many fingers a grunt is holding up two doors down.

Future Sight - The ability to see the future. Specifically only in dire times of crisis regarding only the possible outcome of death (like the generations episode)

With her design being based on a psychic type trainer her having abilities like shown in this video is more likely than I first assumed even if it appears to be a scrapped concept as it’s, again, only brought up once. However if they did revisit the idea-

In Cloudy Fate, Bright Future! gym leader olympia gives us a lot more insight into what a powerful psychic trainer goes through, she lacks control over her visions and her powers took what I imagine to be years of practice along side her pokemon. So if Courtney does have powers it would make perfect sense why it never comes into play during our time against her, she doesn’t use any psychic types so she’s not polishing her powers and she can’t control her visions.

She’s weak in power but born with it naturally, olympia’s power is brought by the stars so this leaves many possibilities to be thought on with how Courtney is blessed with her ability, obvious pick being groudon in one way or another.

Her abilities are dictated in her emotional attachments and her lack of regulation (autism, she’s heavily autistic coded I think we’ve all accepted this) it’s subtle enough most people won’t notice it unless left with her for a very extended period of time, such as: Maxie is a scientist, he’s a nonbeliever by definition in the paranormal, but when taking Courtney under his wing these little coincidences begin to pile up…and he begins to run none invasive tests to understand the super natural within his admin. Meanwhile Tabitha joined the team after her and was quickly signed on to assist in said tests rather he believed in it or not.

Seeing is believing, after all.

#can I tag a tumblr post no beta we die like men?#gym leader olympia also apparently knew about groudon and kyogre going through primal states in that episode so #oras + x&y might legitimately happen at the same time-#I KNEW I HAD A REASON TO PUT JESS AND THE ANCIENT ONES IN MY CHARACTER PLAYLIST #magma admin courtney #magma leader maxie #magma admin tabitha #team magma #character study #<- vaguely #Headcanon #pokémon oras

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xxcatzladyxx · 8 months

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Tengen x Reader | A special massage

Hello everyone! ❤️

Here is an OS with Tengen. What else could it be. Please forgive me, but to him I think of the most ideas. Please have mercy. Thank you! I'm a little at war with this OS! Not if understand. I am more than happy with the OS. I could not have written it better. It's more about the continuation of the OS. About the second part. I had planned to write a second OS about it with a Lemon. How Tengen his dream looks like and Reader hers. I have started a thousand times and still have some beginnings, but Lemons are so not my forte. Because I got stuck on them, I got writer's block, which I haven't quite recovered from yet. I'll never be as happy with my writing as I was before. Maybe one day I'll manage to write the second part of it.

Anyway, have a good read!

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You are on a mission with the sound pillar. You have been on your feet since the early hours of the morning. You have not yet reached the location where the demon is supposed to be. The evening dawns slowly and you are already quite exhausted and tired. Tengen, on the other hand, is still fit and in high spirits, it seems. What else would you expect from a pillar? You, on the other hand, are a normal demon slayer without a particularly high rank.

The white-haired man runs a good distance ahead of you. That's no wonder. This man measures just under 2 meters. If he takes one step forward, that's two steps for you. You have a lot of trouble keeping up with him. But slowly but surely you run out of breath. You stop. Your legs hurt like hell. You rest your arms on your legs and regulate your breathing.

"Tengen..can we maybe take a break..? We've been on the road all day," you say breathlessly.

Tengen stops abruptly and looks behind him. A grin graces his lips. His magenta eyes pierce you. He suppresses a laugh.

"Can we not anymore, dear lady?" he teases you. You puff out your cheeks. This guy is outrageous. What does he actually allow himself?

"That's easy for you to say, Tengen. You're a damn pillar and one of the fastest, too. You don't mind this long walk. But I'm just a regular demon slayer. I'm not used to this."

"I'll take that as praise, my dear!", it's clear he's making fun of you. You're already under stress and irritated him even more. It's only a matter of time until -

"Hiccup!", there it is. Your as beloved hiccup. Better said stress hiccups. He keeps you company when you're logically under stress. Like right now.

"What the heck was that?" laughs Tengen.

"Shut up!" you grumble.

"Well, a little more respect, if you please. There's a guesthouse up ahead where we can spend the night.", he points his finger at a property a few meters away.

"Yeah *hiccup*, get in there then. I'm *hiccup* dog tired."

You enter the guesthouse. The lady at the reception informs you that there is only one room left. You clap your hands inwardly against your forehead. Today must be your unlucky day!

"We'll take it, thanks!"

"What *hiccup*?"

Tengen ignores your question, throws you over his shoulder and walks with you to your room. Every time you hiccup, Tengen gives you a slap on your butt. You don't like that, however you are busy with another problem. How are you going to get rid of those hiccups?

~*~

In the room, the sound pillar sets you down on your feet again. You immediately drop into bed and sigh once. This is followed by a hiccup.

"Sweet!" laughs Tengen.

"Shut up, will you? * hiccups* I really don't have the nerve for this right now.", you lie on the futon. One arm over your face.

"Then what do you have nerves for?", his voice is deeper and harsher than before. You sit up without hesitation. Tengen sits right next to you on the futon.

"Uh, Tengen *hiccups* my dear, in case you forgot, you're married. *hiccups* Would you give it a little distance?" you ask him. Your face resembles a tomato. He does the exact opposite. He moves closer to you so that your bodies are almost touching.

"How about a massage, huh?" he whispers in your ear in a smoky voice. His warm breath on your skin tickles you and makes you wince. This elicits a throaty laugh from Tengen.

*hiccups*

"Maybe this will help your hiccups."

He puts his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage them. Only now do you realize how tense you actually are. You weren't even aware of it before. You sigh a sigh of relief and lean towards the person behind you.

"That's right, lean back and enjoy the massage," the white-haired man breathes into your ear.

After what feels like half an hour, the massage stops. You wake up from your half-sleep. Your eyes blink a few times and you have to think about where you are for a moment. You sit up straight again and wait anxiously for something. The something does not appear. Your hiccups are gone. Thanks to Tengen!

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Tengen!" you fall around his neck.

"I don't accept that thank you," he says, dead serious. You look at him with wide eyes. What does he mean, please?

"I don't quite understand. What do you mean?"

"I want a massage from you, too," he grins cheekily at you.

Your look changes to one of annoyance. At moments like these, you wonder how the wives of Tengen can possibly put up with him. You must have nerves of steel. At least that's your opinion. Or after all these years, they've gotten used to it.

"Hm well, if it absolutely must be. Then turn around."

The taller one doesn't need to be told twice. Quick as the wind, he turns his back on you. You have to sit on your legs to even reach his shoulders. You take a deep breath and your hands start to massage Tengen. You have to use real force to get any effect at all through Tengen's muscle. You can't stand this procedure for long. Tengen's muscles are just too powerful for you.

"Sorry, I can't take any more. Your muscles are killing me."

"Then massage my lips.", confused, you look at the back of the sound pillar's head.

You just don't understand this man. What does he have for extra wishes? Who lets himself be massaged on the lip? This can only be a joke.

"You're kidding, right?" you ask, just in case.

"No.", you really smack your forehead this time.

"Alright, the Lord as he pleases," you roll your eyes.

Your fingers move from his shoulder to his chin and finally land on his lips. You massage his lips rather poorly and feel a little silly doing it. It feels like you're doing something wrong. But come hell or high water, you can't think of what the mistake is here. Tengen beats you to it. He takes your hands in his.

"What's this gonna be when it's done?"

"I wonder about that, too. You wanted to be massaged on the lip, after all."

"I meant a kiss."

"Oh..."

Silence settles around you. You're beyond embarrassed. How could you misunderstand. You just blame it on your tiredness. So, scapegoat found and you're off the hook. Think doll!

"I'm waiting!"

"For what?"

"For the kiss, my dear!"

"You can forget it, my friend. If you want a kiss, then go to your wives," you cross your arms in front of your chest.

"If you won't give it to me, then I'll go get it."

"You wouldn't dare."

Once again it shows that Tengen is one of the fastest. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. You couldn't see that fast. He takes your face and presses a kiss on your lips stormily. Your mind has shut down and you return the kiss. It turns into an intense French kiss. From lack of oxygen, you break away from each other.

Tengen grins at you stupidly. He enjoyed the kiss very much. You can see that in his face. Because your gaze is aimed at his pants, in which a small bulge can be seen. If the pants weren't cut so wide, it would be a bigger bump. Tengen's grin gives way. You both look at each other in shock.

"Um, I think we'd better stop now, or I'll ruin the mission by jumping all over you. So, good night, sleep tight.", he jumps on his futon and lies down to sleep.

"Uh yeah, you too." you say absentmindedly and lay down as well. You dream about Tengen that night, and he dreams about you. They are hot dreams.

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I hope you liked it! Any Requests? Write me. I don't bite. Neither do my cats. Maybe my inner wolf.

Read you next time!

Your Wolfi 🐺

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mutatiio · 11 months

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@mayxthexforce (Feemor is signing the adoption papers as we speak)

Feemor hates having to work with the Techno Union.

Corporate neutrality or not, he just can't grasp how the Order could agree to this. Sure, the Republic believes that the Union is better kept as a neutral, sometimes-ally, asset, that the resources and contacts they have to offer are worth sometimes turning a blind eye on... well, everything else they do. But Feemor can't trust anyone, whether they are a person or a corporate entity, whose only purpose in life seems to be to amass immeasurable amounts of wealth and power. It makes him feel sick just thinking about it.

And speaking of feeling sick...

The sensors on his ship go crazy as he makes it through Mustafar's atmosphere and into the aerial territory of the planet. The heat, the fumes, the lava, the heavy and dark presence of this whole planet in the force, everything just worked together to make this place unpleasant. Even the nickname, earned from eons of wars against the Sith that had thankfully come to an end a few centuries ago, makes him uncomfortable: the place where Jedi go to die.

He isn't there to die. He's there to supervise the recently inaugurated mining station and make sure that the place is following what little regulations the Republic enforces on such corporations. Being there to die would honestly be, by far, a less unpleasant affair.

The nature of the planet forces him to land a ways away from the mining station. He was told that it was safe by the Techno Union representative's secretary, but Feemor didn't trust any of them farther than he could throw them with one finger, which —force sensitive or not— wouldn't have been very far. So, he would not risk landing anywhere near the lava. Feemor doesn't care if he had to walk.

Or at least he didn't care, until he actually starts walking and feels watched.

The force works strangely on this planet, not in his favor at all. There's too many things his senses pick up on and while he can't focus on what it is that is to blame for making him feel watched, something —his gut, which he can always trust to make calls when the force and the mind fail to— tells him it's not a threat yet.

Then, Feemor sees it.

Among all the dry dullness of Mustafar, something bright red– no, not something, SOMEONE.

"...hello?" he speaks, craning his neck to try and see his 'stalker' better as he takes a step closer. "I mean no harm. I am just passing by."

maul wasn't surprised when he woke to a loud roar. to darkness. to almost insufferable heat. his master had left him stranded, with no supplies, in the middle of nowhere on mustafar. but maul was a clever boy. he knew his master was offering him a way to impress him, to earn his respect.

he'd adjusted to the hot, acrid fumes. no longer coughed in that uncontrollable way that gave up his location. had stopped rubbing his eyes too, quickly learning that it did nothing but make them sting more.

he thinks it's been nine days. it's hard to keep track... he's only slept once so far and he's not sure for how long. he'd been determined to find his way back to his master without giving in to his need for sleep. only relented when he began hearing things that weren't there and seeing even worse. he thinks that was two days ago.

it's been hard, but he enjoyed it so far. he was free for the first time in his life. should he live or die, fight or flee, eat or starve, it was his decision. no one was here to order him around. and when given the option, he finds himself wanting to live.

his wounds still hurt. he'd gotten injured during training with td-d9. usually they would have healed by now, but with no treatment and with maul needing to fight for resources... he thinks he might have rebroken his arm. it was twisted in a way that made even attempting to move it hurt. he avoided moving it unless he was fighting. his ribs still ached too (another injury caused by td-d9). they looked uneven when maul tried to inspect them.

he'd strangled a few mustafarians. had raided their small, remote village. he'd stolen armour off their dead bodies, it didn't fit him very well. they were much larger than him, larger than his master too. only once did he try to face one head on. after that (the incident that he believes rebroke his arm), he went about sneaking up on them. striking them with a rock or strangling them from behind was much easier. though, nothing was without its share of difficulties. one mustafarian had been quick enough to process what was going on. he'd fallen backwards with a decent amount of force. maul thought he might have been crushed, he would have been, but his hold on the man's neck was too tight to escape. maul had squeezed the oxygen from his lungs before he could do much else. still, this was when maul began to suspect that a rib was broken again. it stuck out, throbbing with pain when he stands or lies down or sits. but he had won. that's what mattered.

he's done everything he thought necessary to survive up to this point. everything he could to prove that he is a strong boy. and when he finally finds the facility again, he hopes it's enough for his master to praise him.

he spots the ship first. it looks different from the ones that he's occasionally seen landing. different from his master's shuttle. he knew it would be best to avoid ships, his master often told him to he had to stay hidden from people until he was ready... but he hasn't been having great luck in the ways of food recently.

the man was tall and easy to track, his light clothes making him stick out in the dark terrain that was mustafar. this man really isn't trying to sneak around at all, he's moving as though he's completely oblivious to any potential threats. maul feels a burst of pride in his chest. maybe he's starting to get good at pursuing-

he freezes, golden eyes wide as the man looks directly at him. he's so covered in ash, he should partically blend in, maybe if he stays perfectly still the human will think his eyes are deceiving him. maybe- and then, he speaks directly to maul.

maul nearly jumps out of his skin before he's scurrying behind a nearby rock.

#mayxthexforce #mayxthexforce ; feemor #⸢ in character ⤑ maul ⸥ always remember.#⸢ jedi verse ⤑ maul ⸥ i am peace.#maul: i'm invisible #also maul: bright red. bright golden eyes that literally glow in the dark.#feemor: someone is following me...#maul: haha!! this stupid human has no idea i'm here :).

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 7 (Yautja x Human)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears

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CONTENT CW: Explicit sex.

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Tai’dqei sat, awkward and nude on the overly lush bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. The pink sheets, made of a high quality thread, were even more delicate than he was used to. In fact, everything in the room seemed fluffy or velvety or, well, soft. From the faint, yet comfortable, lighting to the carpet to the bed and furniture.

With his back ramrod straight and his arms crossed over his chest, Tai’dqei felt the roughest and most haggard he had in the room. He doubted he looked like he was there to enjoy himself, either. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be there.

Located in the station’s patrolled and regulated red light ring, House Euphoria was one of the outpost’s home of carnal delights and desire. It came with Ah’ke’s recommendation.

He had stood a while outside the bawdy house, staring at the two large display windows that flanked the entrance. One window had some of the scantily-clad workers, lounging in a comfortable looking sitting area and flirtatiously batting their eyes or making lewd gestures to passerbys. The other window had a screen, rotating between testimonies of happy customers, various upcoming events, and some base pricing options.

If he was being honest, Tai’dqei had been swept up after stepping over the threshold. The offered profiles of available companions, the different bundled services, the dizzying array of add-ons. It had all been a lot for his already impaired state-of-mind. He honestly thought he blacked out at one point.

“You look kind of tense, sweetie.” A nude Ankushian slid from behind a room divider. Tai’dqei’s frantic thoughts wheeled through the offering catalog, trying to remember their name. His brain managed to bring up her profile: Saisha, she/her. She smiled at him, coming closer with a sway to her movements. “Has it been awhile for you?”

She was a pretty array of purples. Her violet jelly-like skin and long lavender ‘hair’ - like lighter wax-like drippings adhering to a candle - almost glowied in the dim light of her workspace. Tai’dqei swallowed, his eyes trailing over the curves of her large breasts, soft stomach, and wide hips. Dark purple antennae poked up from the crest of her head, the rounder ends bobbling with Saisha’s every step.

When Tai’dqei didn’t answer, the smile on Saisha’s plump lips took on a teasing edge. “You know, as an Ankushian I can tell your mating instincts have been roused.”

“How’s that?” He mumbled, though he already knew. It was her antennae. They tasted pheromones and chemicals in the air. After little over three cycles in his current state, even with the frequent showers, he was invariably marinated in his urges.

“Your chemical signature leaves a taste in the air.” Saisha’s antennae wiggled a little. She dropped herself into Tai’dqei’s lap, her arms languidly wrapping around his shoulders. Like most others, she was shorter and smaller than him. Though she was currently solid, she had a texture that made Tai’dqei think of liquid contained in something malleable. Like a waterskin.

As Saisha spoke, she fiddled gently with one of his tendrils, sending tingling sensations over his scalp. “I’m curious to know who could have stimulated such a reaction from big surly you. They must be particularly impressive.”

“No- I mean, I don’t know about that.” He shoved the brief mental image of Rayelle away. If she kept infesting his thoughts, he’d never find peace.

Turning his attention fully to Saisha, Tai’dqei wondered if it was true that Ankushians changed color when fucking. Something about their near-invisible nerve endings glowing and shifted color when a litany of stimulation arrested their senses. He swallowed, trying to focus on answering her, “It was an odd series of events and a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, well, their loss.” Saisha’s hands had gone to Tai’dqei’s shoulders, kneading into his muscles. A soft sound escaped him, heat bleeding down his back. He grunted as she suddenly rolled her hips, pressing against his slowly rising arousal. “I find yautja particularly fun.”

“Is that so?” Tai’dqei huffed, as Saisha’s mouth found his throat. Her teeth grazed over his skin, from neck to shoulder. He shifted, every spot where their bodies touched tingled as her cooler body and his warmer temperature mingled.

“Yes,” Saisha purred as she slid further down his front, her liquid soft lips trailing hot breaths and kisses down his chest.

His knees instinctively tilted open, giving her access to his growing erection as she hit his midsection. With a grin, she slipped to the floor, between his legs. Her words whispered over his shaft, her mouth barely touching him. “The sheer power. The rippling muscle. The desperate horniness.”

Her words teased over his pulsing flesh, an excited growl tangling in his throat. One of his clawed hands went to her scalp, cradling the back of her head and nudging her face closer to his cock. Tai’dqei’s hips rolled, eliciting a giggle from the Ankushian.

As her mouth opened, a series of slow, excited clicks left him, and her tongue - so long and dripping with vicious purple Saisha - coiled twice around his shaft. Something in him snapped to attention. An insatiable prickling heat clawed at his insides.

His cock pulsed as her tongue worked up and down his length, squeezing tight around him. Her tongue was moister than the rest of her, but the cool temperature coaxed a hiss from him, as his hips jerked against her ministrations.

Without thought, both of his hands grappled at the sides of her head. Saisha gave a little breathy, excited gasp. He needed her to be warmer and the first solution was to heat her up himself. With that thought, Tai’dqei thrust his hips forward, landing his cock square in her mouth. Like Saisha’s tongue, she was wetter here, but still a lukewarm sort of cold. Her moan vibrated around him, reverberating through him from his dick and into his bones.

Tai’dqei’s body moved on its own. Hips rocking back and forth, harder with each passing thrust, as he leaned over Saisha. A growl bubbled in his throat, the Ankushian’s body warming to his friction. The sounds she made were sweet and sinful to his ears. A balm after such a long stint of aggravation.

Something still agitated his senses about all this, though. It was all manufactured. A script, a delightful farce. Saisha wasn’t sincerely entertaining his strength or capability. She was just feeding into some instinctive desire of his own. Which was her job, he knew.

But this wasn’t genuine. This was just to alleviate the libido pounding at his insides. Nothing more. And that dulled the pleasure, somehow.

Annoyed with himself, Tai’dqei yanked Saisha back, off his cock. She gave a startled little sound as he swung her onto the bed, on her hands and knees. Pinning her squirming form down, his clawed hand at the back of her neck, he realized Saisha was losing consistency. She felt stickier, more liquid, than earlier.

For a brief second, Tai’dqei worried he’d gone too far and gotten too rough with the sex worker. Well, until Saisha wriggled delightedly and purred, “Yes, that’s the desperate horniness I love.”

Apparently, Ankushians literally became wet when excited, Tai’dqei mused as his claws pricked into Saisha’s neck. A mewl of pleasure escaped her at the almost piercing touch.

“I’m not desperate,” he growled, arching over Saisha’s back, sliding his cock between her thighs. She gave a whiny purr, rolling her hips and rubbing herself against his throbbing excitement. His free hand reached under her, his fingers tracing her slit with his claws. Saisha writhed, her hands fisted into the silky sheets of the bed.

“That makes one of us then,” Saisha giggled, her breath hitched.

“Yeah, you’re desperate for yautja cock, aren’t you?” Tai’dqei snarled, his mandibles close to Saisha’s head. A guttural rumble echoed through his chest, vibrating through Saisha’s liquid self. He watched as little flashes of lights lit up her back and near where his mandibles clicked, roughly where her ears would have been had she been human.

“Very much so,” Saisha whined as her hands twisted harder at the sheets, her body writhing under him. She pushed herself down and back against Tai’dqei, his cock still stubbornly between her thighs and lining her lower lips. Unlike the tepid temperature of the rest of her, heat was growing at the crux of her legs.

Experimentally, Tai’dqei flexed his cock against her, sliding himself back and forth to coat the top-half of his shaft. Her reaction was almost instantaneous. Saisha keened, returning the ministrations the best she could, considering his hand still held the back of her neck, with her own wiggles.

Heat snapped along his own body. Through his muscles, scouring his veins. Tai’dqei’s hold on Saisha’s neck tightened, eliciting a sweet whimper from the Ankushian. Lining himself up, he could feel Saisha’s excitement swelling, her wiggles intensifying as she tried to rollick back against his knob.

But he held her still, his hand under her trailing claws along her stomach and over her breasts. Tiny wakes followed his tips, quickly disappearing as Saisha’s liquids shifted back into place. Sharp little gasps and moans left Saisha. Her back arched to and fro, seeking some sort of ultimate relief from his pleasuring touch.

Tai’dqei didn’t like doing what others expected. And Saisha thought he’d mindlessly fuck her, hard and rough. Like any other yautja man, hard-up with a mating fervor, would do. While it would be hard and rough, Tai’dqei wanted to make her squirm and cry out and beg for his seed. Until she was a sloppy, sopping mess on the bed.

Still, her slowly warming core called to him, making his dick throb and flex. The spark of her excitement, running through her body, made her body fade from a lush purple to a pleasant magenta pink.

Saisha’s whines had taken on an impatient tone, her minute wriggling becoming more insistent. Tai’dqei slowly dipped the thick tip of his cock into her, the flared ridge of his head catching against the sides of her opening. With a moan, Saisha tried to raise her rear up or roll back for deeper penetration.

He didn’t let her, though. As slow as he entered, as sweet as her extra moist heat was, he pulled out quickly. Despite his own body’s rage at himself and the distraught cry Saisha gave.

The two continued like that. Tai’dqei, disciplined and measure, delving his cock only an inch deeper with every pass. Saisha mewling and arching and crying out when denied deeper satisfaction, becoming more desperate.

Tai’dqei’s fingers flexed on Saisha’s neck, gaining her attention as her writhing became more demanding. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“So much,” she sobbed, rolling her hips erratically to ease him further in. But he went no further than what he deemed appropriate.

“Describe it,” he demanded, his mandibles spreading and a hiss leaving his mouth.

“I want to feel you deep in me, stretching me, churning up my insides. Hard and relentless,” Saisha gasped and arched her back up, pressed flush against Tai’dqei’s chest. The once coolish purple skin was now heated and a gentle sort of red, little sparks lighting up her body as pleasure coursed through her. “I need to feel your white-hot seed, bathing my insides. All of it, Tai’dqei. Give me all of it.”

Through her pleas - in spite of the fact it was all rehearsed script - a pleased growl grew in Tai’dqei’s chest. It crested into a snarl as she demanded all of it, everything. And he obliged.

With a forward slam of his hips, he buried his dick into her. Liquid warmth trembling around him as she threw her head back, free of his grip. Automatically, Saisha tried to swing forward and back, wordlessly needing continued, deep penetration.

His hand adjusted to the front of Saisha’s throat, claws digging into the sides of her neck, as his other hand braced on the bed. Tai’dqei fell into a fast, hard pace. His knees smacked against the mattress, making it vibrate with every thrust. His cock cleaved through her folds, hitting Saisha deeper and deeper with every passing strike. Her whole body lit up with every full-force impact, ripples bubbling along her form.

Burning excitement swelled in Tai’dqei, his cock pulsing. Saisha was warm and wet and malleable. In waves, her form rhythmically hugged around his thick dick, her body jostling as she frantically attempted to meet his thrusts. Pressure pounded at his core as he snarled and panted, frenetic lust pushing him toward his orgasm.

The heat became unbearable and finally, finally, Tai’dqei threw his head back with hiss of satisfaction. White-hot ropes of heat surged from him, painting Saisha’s insides and making her glow all the more vibrant as she cried out. His hips drilled haphazardly into her, even as her body desperately pulsed and tightened around him.

Saisha wobbled and trembled, oozing between his claws as she gulped down lungfuls of air. Even though Tai’dqei’s own chest heaved with heavy breaths, he still eased himself from her quivering folds and stepped back. Beads of cum oozed from the tip of his cock, still obviously erect and ready for more.

“Oh dear,” Saisha tittered, still trying to catch her breath. She had rolled over onto her back, as much as someone who had turned half into ooze could roll, and eyed Tai’dqei with his proud cock. He stood tall, shoulders back and breath slowing to something manageable. He leered down at her, not entirely satisfied and knowing he’d need more than this to be satiated. “I better call in reinforcements, hm?”

“You do that,” he growled, before descending on her. His cock easily sliding home in her wet core as she gave a squeal of mingled delight and surprise. Even as Saisha’s moans bubbled up around him and her body happily accepted his thrusting ruts, Tai’dqei could feel the itch, the hunger, for more continue to gnaw at him.

At the back of his head, behind the lust and pleasure and concentration, thoughts of Rayelle still lingered.

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It was six hours before Tai’dqei returned. Half of that time had been spent catering to his baser needs while the other half had been spent trekking around the station. Tri’ken Outpost was a decently sized trading station, where spacefarers often stopped to replenish goods and trade, among other things. That said, the place was rather large with plenty of shops and even more merchants and hawkers attempting to upsell. Which honestly exhausted Tai’dqei more than the carnal romps.

Perhaps that was why he bristled when Ah’ke cooed as soon as he clomped back onto his ship. “Oooh, you must have really enjoyed yourself. It’s been awhile.”

“Shut up,” he growled, dropping the bulging sack of supplies and miscellany he had acquired over the hours. He tossed a small wrapped package at Ah’ke, with a bit more force than necessary. “Khimiel wanted me to give you this.”

The blue yautja caught the projectile with ease and wasted no time in tearing into the packaging. Before the paper even hit the floor, she trilled in delight. “Veruvian delights! I’ve been waiting for these to come in!”

As she sampled some of her sweets, Tai’dqei went about dumping the supplies on the table. He sorted through the items, separating things based on where they needed to go. Medsprays to various medkits onboard. Food and drink for the pantry. Filaments and new tools for the secondary cargo hold.

He picked around the items he had bought for Rayelle, not quite wanting to see the smug look cross Ah’ke’s face just yet.

“In all seriousness, how was your jaunt to the lewdy house? Get it all out of your system?” Ah’ke asked suddenly, around a mouthful of her sticky veruvian delights.

“I-” Tai’dqei started to answer, but movement in the corner of his eye made him pause. Rayelle had sidled from the hallway, a tray in her hand. He couldn’t help but notice the residue of food and the peel of a chemond. Faintly, Tai’dqei wondered if it was the same fruit she had thrown at him earlier.

“Oh, yes, Rayelle roused about two hours ago. Said she was hungry, so I made her some tep and gave her some fruit,” Ah’ke informed as she re-wrapped her box of sweets. “I also gave her a quick check-up, got her vaccinations up-to-date, so you’re welcome!”

Tai’dqei only gave Ah’ke half of his attention, nodding and muttering thanks to his dear friend. To say Rayelle’s expression was icy would have been an understatement. Tai’dqei thought the freezing vacuum of space would be more hospitable. She’d undoubtedly heard Ah’ke’s teasing questions.

And she certainly had. Something weighed in her chest, unhappy and spiky, when registering what Ah’ke had asked Tai’dqei. If a lewdy house left anything to the imagination, Ah’ke’s second question did not.

“Get it all out of your system?” The words echoed in her head, making Rayelle want to gag. Was Tai’dqei so perpetually horny that he had to make frequent stops at such places? Is that why he tried to accost her? It apparently was often enough that Ah’ke teased him about it.

As she passed him to deposit her tray into what seemed to be the sink, she couldn’t help but throw him a sidelong glare. Trying to make her stance on his libido well-known.

“Anyway, it’s been fun playing babysitter and offering you my expertise for free,” Ah’ke chattered after checking the time on her wrist gear, as she quickly gathered her things. “But I really need to get back to the clinic. It’s probably a mess in my absence.”

Tai’dqei hadn’t really been paying attention to Ah’ke’s words. Until she said she had to get back to the clinic. That made his stomach drop as his attention swerved from Rayelle to Ah’ke. “Do you have to go?”

As Ah’ke shot him a mixed look of infuriating sympathy and fondness, Tai’dqei already knew the answer. His stomach lurched while he fought the urge to nervously glance at Rayelle.

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Dick had been going over some evidence Tim had collected last night on patrol, settling onto the couch beside Jason. It had seemed harmless enough; Jason was to all appearances absolutely engrossed in whatever book he was reading tonight, and Dick was working so therefore would hopefully be tolerable company. He scanned over the pages, a ballistics report Babs had worked up, a couple of rumors Tim had managed to get out of a Regulator or two…it was all shaping up into something, Dick just needed to put the last few pieces together.

He let his head fall back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a soft, thoughtful sigh as his mind worked over the case. Probably one of the higher-ups in the gang was setting up a new base somewhere; they'd have to find it quick, shut it down. Shouldn't be too much trouble. Dick's eyes slid closed, running through potential locations in his head.

And then his train of thought was completely derailed by the sudden sensation of a kiss against his temple. He went still, glancing over quickly; Jason right there, barely an inch away, and somehow the tension that would have immediately gathered in Dick's shoulders flowed out of him before it could even fully form. His hand reached up, tracing over the scar that - he assumed - had been the target of the kiss, right over the bone beside his left eye, then he looked back over with a small smile. "…Y'know, if you're curious about it you could just ask. It doesn't hurt anymore…"

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secretaryunpaid · 1 year

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The Long Goodbye...

Rating: Mature

Warning: Intimacy, the feeling of loss

Word Count: 3500 approximately

The Long Goodbye…

It was time…

He wasn’t ready, although he thought he would be…

Boys, get your scarves, Dahlia and I are going to take you on a stroll through Central Park, and then we are taking a trip together to visit someone special to you that you haven’t met yet. Saying “special” cut like a heated knife through his heart, but it would not take away from the fact that he is someone special to them, as he was to their mother… another bitter fact that Sam had come to accept. It had taken him time, but he knew that brooding over the fact wouldn’t change a single ounce of the truth that had burned in his mind and heart for some time now.

He had given him time to adjust to his request for his sons, but would that time ever be enough? No way that it could ever be. Although they were not his biological sons, they had made him the man he was today. For if they had not been born, he would never have found it within himself to care more about his own life… It had been their births that grounded him. Watching the pain ripping through Alina as she so bravely pushed each one into the waiting hands of a very proud father, eventually cutting their cords after the desired time she’d ask them to wait… the last moments they would be totally dependent on her alone for their survival finally showed Sam exactly what he had been taking for granted.

Looking back on it made things bittersweet. How could the best memories of his life be stained with untruth? But he wouldn’t allow any deception to taint his relationship with his boys, until they could no longer reside with him he would give them his all. So, today would start their long goodbye… Mini trips to fun locations and a walk down memory lane, ending in the very place he’d discovered his wife in the arms of none other than their true father.

Sighing, Dahlia takes his hand and pulls him into a tight hug. “We will get through this, Sam. It won’t be easy, but we will. This doesn’t truly have to be goodbye. I don’t see that you could be kept out of their lives after raising them to be such fine young boys. Their brilliance and love of life is all because of you. Yes, Alina had her share in giving them love early on, but after… Well, love, that was all you!” He bends and rests his chin atop her head, steadying his anxiety in her firm hold of him. She always did have a way of calming the worst storms brewing within him. “Let’s go, we have a lot of activities ahead of us, and our boys are anxious… “

Once at the park, the boys inquired about every scientific thing that they could think of, from the color change in the leaves, to the contrasting landscape, to why they seemed to react differently to the cool weather… Dahlia had on a wool trench, while Sam just had a knit sweater and scarf thrown over his neck and shoulders, but a thin turtleneck was the only protection against the chilling breeze. The boys both had on their fleece lined jackets with hats, scarves and gloves.

It was fascinating to listen to Dahlia explain the body’s mechanisms for regulating body temperature, the boys eagerly giving their own examples, missing the heated looks between the two adults whose bodies were joined at the sides, arms wrapped around each other like anchors to keep them both from losing themselves in these moments… How would their days be without the energy and life the boys brought throughout their days?

Thoughts were broken as they came across a cart vendor selling the most alluring scented hot drinks and pastries. Answering before the boys’ excitement could settle enough to ask, they followed the boys at a much slower pace to the smiling older gentleman who was reciprocating the smiles plastered on the boys’ faces. As they animatedly discussed which sweets would be best and to see if they could get away with more than one, Dahlia held a quick conversation with Sam which ended in a sweet kiss caught by the boys just as it was ending. “Eewwww, more kissing!”

“That’s what love looks like, young men, now… what can I get for you?” This man reminded them of Carter once they gave a closer look, but maybe it was just his gentle nature that made them think of him. “Well boys, since we grossed you out just now, I’m sure you won’t want anything but a hot drink, right?” Sam teased them, knowing that they’d plead for more and it would divert them from witnessing their mature actions. As they protested, Dahlia nudged Sam to give in just this once and let them have their pick of things to their delight. After drinks and goodies were purchased, their walk continued until they reached the pond and park benches.

“Your dad and I will sit here while you two explore this area in front of us, but stay in sight, okay.” The boys head straight for the carousel, and once on, chase each other around it until they find just the right spot. As the carousel turns, intermittently waving and calling out to the boys, Dahlia turns to Sam with puzzlement over his distant expression. “Do we get to discuss more about this? I still don’t know who this mysterious father could even be.”

He finally turns to look at her with tearful eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but I don’t think it’s something that I can discuss right now. I just want to fully enjoy the remainder of our days together as a complete family. I will explain more on the last leg of our vacation. I am, however, anxious to meet your sister! Is she anything like you?”

“Way to deflect from unwanted conversation, mister… but, not so much. Riley and I are two very different people. Although, she did marry my brother-in-law not truly knowing anything about him… That is similar to us, but I knew a lot about you… You just didn’t see that knowing everything about me would change things. But to add more, Riley carried a lot of the responsibility for me. Our parents traveled for work and were hardly ever present in my life. My Grandma Addie was my lifeline… but after she passed on, it was pretty much Riley. I went off to college at an early age, and Riley eventually went off to medical school but left to pursue “anything different” to quote her directly. She was pretty much a professional student, but our grandmother always told us that you can’t ever have too many degrees behind your name. Life played out a lot differently for me, but I do have my Master’s in Chemistry, Bachelors in Biochemistry and Psychology.”

Sam barely heard much of what Dahlia was saying, eyes flicking between her and the carousel, taking in how excited and carefree the twins were. This had never been his childhood, groomed from an early age to be in the public eye, from his grandfather’s prominent status to his father’s need to surpass the image of his father. He couldn’t help reliving the day of their birth, changing their diapers for the first time when handling them both on his own… a bet he’d made with confidence to his wife that he could handle the task alone and with precision, but two blowouts proved otherwise. He didn’t think something so small could hold so much, but they did, and it was like a competition brewing between them already, or their first ever prank. His memory of dropping them off for their first day of school brings a smile to his face, but is quickly interrupted by the boys’ screaming as they played tag after having gotten off the carousel and playfully raced back towards the two of them.

Standing, he reaches for her hand with a sad smile which causes her to pause, but she offers him her hand. Pulling her into him for a tight hug, he kisses just behind her ear as he whispers, “I love you, you know that?” As she leans to try to guess his mood, he kisses her on the lips quickly before taking her hands and kissing them before interlacing their fingers together so that they could continue their evening of fun. Each feels Mickey and Mason slide up against their exposed sides, simultaneously ruffling their hair as the boys protest, “Where to next, Dahlia?” She looks at Sam and says, “You boys up to pillaging and plundering a castle?”

“There’s a real castle?”

“Yes, in the center of Central Park. We have to fight off other pirates as we climb to the top. We’ll need to get to the lookout to search for the potential locations the treasure has been buried. Race you there!”

“Ugh, dad! Dahlia’s too fast! Catch her!” He can’t help falling into the feeling of family and gives chase, hearing the boys yell, “faster, faster, she is getting away!” Gaining on her quickly with his long strides, he catches her at the waist and spins her around. As he begins to lower her to the ground, the boys join in hugging her waist and laughing, “You’re fast, but not faster than dad!”

“Yeah, duh!!! Do you see those long legs! That’s why I needed the headstart! But… since you don’t know the way, my little admirals, you’ll just have to stay close and follow me!” His heart pangs with knowing these are the final moments with his family in this way. He is so thankful that Dahlia is taking charge of this adventure in his stead because he is slowly crumbling inside and fighting hard not to fall weak in front of the boys.

How had he taken them for granted all of this time … allowing their grandparents the better part of their time? Arm draped around her shoulder, he quietly thanks her for all that she is doing today and he shows his gratitude later when they are alone, kissing the top of her head. She isn’t used to seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state and begins to worry about him. She won’t probe him further about it now, just keep the boys occupied to give him this bit of instant relief.

Finally making it to the top spiral of the castle’s tower, they make a dramatic scene of spotting creatures and pirate ships sailing towards them in the icy lake below. “We can’t let them get our treasure, Admiral Mason!” “No chance of that, Admiral Mickey! We have Dahlia and dad to fight them off for us!” Sam makes a display of suiting up in armor and weaponry as Dahlia fires shots from the imaginary cannons and yells back for Sam to man the bow chaser. Brandishing his cutlass, he screams out pirate jargon and then throws grenades as he runs to the cannon to finally sink the closest ships. Celebrating in triumph, they all perform a signature dance move and fall down in a fit of laughter.

Once hydrated, they move on throughout Central Park, making their way back towards Hyland Planetarium, the place where Dahlia had taken them on her first attempt at babysitting them for Sam. This would be another painful moment, unable to be hidden. “Dad, why are you so sad?”

Both boys rush to take a hand, somberly gazing up into his eyes awaiting some response.

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Sam pulls them into a tight side hug, reassuring them that he isn’t sad (a blatant understatement, but a little white lie told to not dampen their moods), but just remembering their happiest moments together (not a lie, but a mask for what he truly feels). As they make their way to their preferred row of seating, the lights begin to lower. After calling out as many of the ones they recognized in competition, the boys noticed a new set they had never seen before, a mirror image representing identical twins. Sam had arranged for the boys to have their own constellations named after them, so that no matter where they were in the world, as long as they were looking up at the starry night sky, there would always be a constant reminder of how much he loved them even though they may be apart.

“Wow, dad! You really had them named after us?”

“I sure did! I even bought you an advanced telescope so that you can help to discover more… even if they can’t be documented, you boys can have the pleasure of writing your own worlds in the stars above.” Dahlia leaned in close as Sam lifted his arm for her to cuddle into him.The tears in her eyes were apparent, but the boys didn’t catch on due to their excitement of air tracing their very own constellations. Dahlia remembers the exact evening Sam discussed the idea with his mother when they visited her for dinner, and slowly the pieces begin to stitch together. This is what had motivated all of these unexpected yet sentimental acts from Sam.

Vivian had discussed having their ceiling mimic this exact view with Liam, and he’d agreed to have the renovations completed by the time of their arrival. She made sure that he knew the things the boys were accustomed to and had already begun shipping things unable to be found in Cordonia out of her need to have some control in this unfortunate situation. Liam was beyond grateful for every bit of information he had been privy to because this was already going to be a major change… one, not even he could be sure that Riley or Cordonia would be openly receptive to.

One last car ride with Carter… this time, both sit up front, after a dare made by Mickey that Mason wouldn’t be able to convince Sam to allow this to ever happen, and if by some rare chance he did, he would stop teasing him about the bedwetting prank he’d pulled on him, never mentioning it again to anyone. He’d teased Mason long and hard over this, making sure to tell anyone that would listen to his comedic rantings, so there was no way that Mason wouldn’t give this a try. To Mickey’s disbelief, all Mason had to do was ask and Sam gave in with a gentle smile, rustling his curls saying, “Just this once!”

His strength had completely faltered, and there was no way that he would be able to thwart the onslaught of questions the boys would have given on the journey home. They wouldn’t continue to believe that he was the nostalgic father he’d previously explained their prior concerns away with. The moment the town car began its designated route to the airport, Sam sank down into Dahlia’s lap, his head heavy and eyes brimming with the unshed tears he had been willing away the entire day.

As she gently stroked his beard, she softly pleaded for him to talk to her. Knowing the details may allow her to comfort him better, but he delays the conversation by planting kisses on her inner thigh through her clothing, moving to place a kiss on her mound before easing his way up to kiss her with such a needy force that she abandons any and all conversation. Unfastening the button with a mere hook of his finger and quickly dragging the zipper down, he buries his face in her crotch, teasing her clit as his hands squeeze her thighs… slowly dragging her forward to allow him better access.

“Sam, I love the way you feel right now, but what about the partition?” Only stopping to lean backward to lock the window access to the back of the town car, he turns and eyes her with such adoration in his eyes that she feels her wetness increasing.

It will take at least an hour to reach the private hanger, where Sam’s plane has been prepped for him to take his family up for the first leg of their air travel. He’s never taken the boys up but feels that this would be the perfect way to ease them into the much longer flight ahead of them. What better way to show his boys how cool their dad is? Their dad…

Desperately needing to get out of his head, he gave her only one instruction, “Don’t make a sound!” The roughness in his kiss suffocated any spurning her mind insisted upon knowing that the boys could potentially hear or see her intimate behavior, soft whispers and cries escaping her. When Sam desired comfort in this way, she knew that whatever was grating on his mind would unravel through the most intense touch he could offer her, and she could barely contain her anxiety to absorb every ounce of feeling that he would pour into her.

He thought that this was finally smothering the feeling of abandonment that haunted him, but her repetitive whisper, “Oh, baby!”, would remind him of the words that escaped Alina’s mouth as he held her, nestled in his lap with each new baby boy held secure in her arms as he firmly surrounded hers… “Oh baby, look how peaceful and beautiful they are!” The push and pull between reality and memory almost proved to be overwhelming, but he would soon remedy this.

Taking her faster would cause her words to falter, only allowing room for her to attempt catching her breath while moaning her elation, but this would only set him back to square one, answering questions he wanted to avoid. Lapping the remnants remaining of her first orgasm, he unbuttons his shirt, hurriedly ripping it from his torso just before leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt.

Dahlia is already upright on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing erection, straddling it before he’s even removed the belt completely. A pointless idea now abandoned, he steadies her thighs in his grip as she grinds on him, kissing him with as much passionate energy as she felt coursing through her just moments ago. She feels so damned good taking him as he sits idle, enjoying the feel of her using him to bring a climax and hard release that has her trembling around him, embracing him as she pants so heavily that syncope is near.

Sam is still so conflicted in his heart that his release is stunted each time he is on the brink. Only taking complete control will allow him to escape everything consuming him. Dahlia has no recovery time. Sam lifts her and crawls forward pinning her sideways on the seat as he drives into her hard and fast at first, but slows to give him more time. Both watch as he slowly sheaths himself fully within her, withdrawing at the same pace but lifting upward to intensify the feel of him against her clenching walls.

Stretching her each time as his excitement floods into a near-painful hardness, he finally knows that the time has come to empty all thoughts as he forces himself into her not pulling away any longer but pushing with a deep grind that has her clawing and gripping his arms as he hovers close to her. The buildup to their release becomes so powerful there’s a tightness in his chest and he is almost unable to breathe. One arm holds her tightly against him just below her shoulder blades as his other hand cups her ass, lifting her into his deep strokes, whispering for her to get ready, he’s about to flood her.

She holds tightly around his neck as his grind forces her upward, burying her head until she feels she may scream. “Kiss me, Sam!” He can’t have her talking loudly or screaming. She audibly pouts at his withdrawal, her body now torturously aching to be filled. Unable to protest because Sam repositions and fills her mouth instead, “Take it!” He stretches over her and begins to kiss and suck her orgasm from her as she does him, both grinding wildly against each other’s faces.

Release !!! Finally, a delicious release drowned in barely audible hissing and shivering moans… “Mmmmhm, Sam!!” It takes everything within him to remain silent, but he has to maintain this restraint… The boys can’t know why he so freely agreed to Mason’s request, although this wasn’t necessarily the primary reason. Lazily readjusting themselves and their clothing, “Talk later?” Yawning, her only reply, “Mmmm…” Reaching into the console to retrieve a light fragranced cologne bottle, he squirts a few sprays onto their clothing to mask their adult activities before relaxing back into the seat and holding Dahlia against him as they await arrival at the hanger.

Was this long goodbye truly the best idea? Sure, it gives him more time, but it would still come to an end with the same result… letting go… How the hell was he supposed to do this?

{To be continued...}

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azyexia1 · 5 months

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Abyssal Soverenty Part 7!

The weight of these six words settles on your shoulders as you absorb the information. Thoughts swirl in your mind and the seriousness of the situation you are now all in sinks in.

One thought louder than the others perpetuates your mind, screaming for you to ask, so you do.

With a tone full of undiluted seriousness, you maintain direct eye contact with Gojo's ice-blue orbs and ask, perhaps the most crucial question out of them all.

"Who is it, Satour? I need to know right now, who has now become the second most dangerous person on this entire planet," seriousness and urgency lacing your every word.

Your demand cuts through the air, your expression unyielding as you await Gojo's response. The gravity of the situation has sharpened your focus, and the urgency in your voice underscores the severity of the revelation.

Not wasting any time, with utmost seriousness, Gojo replies to your question.

"A teenage kid from Sugisawa Municipal High School, his name is Yuji Itadori."

This all makes sense now. That's why you felt such a foreboding feeling earlier; you had sensed Sukuna's reawakened presence.

"Where is Yuji Itadori located now?"

"Because if I recall correctly, Jujutsu's regulations demand he be executed, but you're not going to let that happen now, are you, Satoru?" you say in earnest.

Gojo looks at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and replies, "Oh, you know me so well. Let's just say I have my own plans for our young friend Yuji Itadori. Execution would be such a waste of potential, don't you think?"

Ignoring Satoru's previously stated comment you shift your gaze from Gojo to Nanami, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "How many people are aware of Sukuna's reawakening?" You inquired, your tone grave and serious.

Nanami considered the question for a moment before responding, "Well, so far, it is me, Gojo, yourself, Megumi, and, of course, the higher-ups." As he listed them, he held up five fingers, emphasizing the limited circle privy to the dangerous knowledge.

You nodded, absorbing the information. The fact that the awareness was confined to such a select few heightened the significance of the impending threat. Sukuna's reawakening was a perilous secret, and the responsibility to handle it weighed heavily on the shoulders of those in the know. It was a delicate balance between containing the danger and preventing unnecessary panic.

After wrestling with internal conflicts, a resolute decision forms within you—to confront Itadori Yuji and venture into the depths of his mind for a direct communion with Sukuna.

Turning your determined gaze back to Satoru, your words cut through the air with an assertiveness that brooks no opposition.

"You're taking me to Yuji. I need to communicate directly with Sukuna, and you're going to make it happen, now." The command in your tone leaves no room for debate. Rising to your feet, you punctuate your declaration by snapping two fingers, instantly transforming into your Jujutsu uniform.

Gojo's transient orbs glint with a mix of amusement and intrigue as he leans back on your couch, crossing his arms in a display of casual confidence.

"Well, well, looks like someone's up for a bit of excitement," he chuckles. "Taking a stroll inside Yuji's mind isn't your everyday request, you know."

As you look upon him, unfazed, you state with an expressionless face at Gojo.

"That's exactly why I am the only person capable of doing it, Satoru," you say with cool confidence, placing your right hand on your hip.

Equally unfazed, Satoru rises, stretching languidly. "I'm always up for a good time. If you're that eager to have a heart-to-heart with Sukuna, who am I to deny you?" The nonchalant charm in his voice resonates with the confidence that has become synonymous with Satoru Gojo.

Nanami's voice cuts through the slight bickering between you and Gojo. "The both of you are perfectly capable of handling things for a while from here on out, so I'll be taking my leave," he states with professional assurance, adjusting his suit tie as he stands up from your couch.

After straightening his tie, his chocolate brown orbs shift from yourself to Gojo as he addresses the next few sentences to both of you. "Y/n, Gojo, I trust that you both won't do anything rash when making decisions about this kid's future, but do please stay safe," his tone carries a mix of worry and seriousness, evident in his facial features.

You and Gojo acknowledge Nanami's words with a simple nod. Nanami then takes his leave, striding through your apartment's front door and out into the corridor of your apartment level. The weight of his concerns lingers in the air as the door clicks shut behind him.

"Now then, darling Y/n, are you fully prepared to leave? You won't be back for quite some time," Gojo states, turning to fully face himself in your direction.

Staring at him blankly with your e/c orbs, you quip right back.

"I have been ready to leave since the moment you told me that kid isn't dead." The weight of your words hangs in the air, a mix of determination to be found in them.

"Alrighty then, let's not delay this further, then, Y/n, hm?" Gojo says before instantly transporting you both into a room covered in talismans.

As you land in the room, doing a quick assessment of your surroundings, you note that the small space is covered in talismans. The significance of the mystical symbols becomes apparent—they are there to presumably keep Sukuna at bay. The intricate patterns and symbols create a protective barrier, casting an otherworldly ambience in the confined space.

As Gojo breaks from your side, striding to be in front of who you can only assume is Sukuna's vessel, Yuji Itadori, he goes to speak to the boy, who is currently unconscious—at least in all appearances he is. With confidence and grace, you also stride yourself to where Gojo is now towering. You will need absolute focus to infiltrate through this kid's mind to reach Sukuna you say thinking to yourself.

"Yuji, I've brought a guest who's very interested in meeting you," Gojo says, flicking the boy's forehead and successfully waking him up.

As Yuji slowly, in a disoriented manner, opens his light brown orbs, they land on your attention-grabbing figure. He then slowly finds the words to ask, "Gojo, who is this? And why does she want to meet me?" The confusion in his voice is palpable, a mix of grogginess and genuine curiosity.

As you step forward a little more, letting your presence be fully known, you answer his question.

"Well, Yuji, you see, I'm here to infiltrate your mind so that I can communicate with Sukuna directly. I know this might not be something you're comfortable with, but it needs to be done," you say, a hint of remorse in your tone.

"Oh, yeah, sure, do whatever you need to. If it means I'm helpful, then I'm more than happy to assist," Yuji says, a genuine smile on his face.

You don't usually get shocked, but this did catch you off guard. Ensuring that this shock isn't evident in your facial features, you keep your face emotionless. The readiness and cooperation from Yuji are certainly unexpected, adding another layer of complexity to the mission ahead. It seems the vessel of Sukuna is more than willing to lend a hand, a fact that you file away as you prepare to delve into the intricacies of his mind.

"That's a very honourable thing for you to say, Yuji," you remark.

"Well, my gramps did tell me to help people in need, so if it means I can do exactly that, then I am more than happy to assist you in any way I can," Yuji says, not a hint of anything but full cooperation present in his tone and demeanour.

You nod in acknowledgment, appreciating Yuji's willingness to aid in the rather unconventional task at hand. As you are now close enough to lay your hand upon Yuji's forehead, you side-eye Gojo and remark, "I have no idea how long this will take for me to do, so you can choose to stay or go. It doesn't bother me."

Without looking at you, Gojo also remarks back.

"I'll stay as this could get very interesting," a hint of genuine curiosity and amusement in his tone, while a teasing smirk plays on his lips.

However, in all reality, he was masking the fact that he didn't want to leave your side, trying his best to downplay how much he actually cares for your safety. Further lying to himself about that particular fact, Gojo stays, concealing the genuine concern beneath the layers of his enigmatic demeanour.

You acknowledge his decision with a simple nod, understanding the unpredictable nature of delving into someone's consciousness could lead to unforeseen developments. Before placing your hand onto Yuji's forehead and closing your eyes, you feel it's only right to let him know what will happen to his physical body and subconscious.

"Now, Yuji, once I activate this particular cursed technique, you will be rendered both physically and mentally unconscious during my encounter with Sukuna. I need his mental consciousness residing within your physical body to take over for the duration of our encounter so that I am able to communicate solely with him. Once I have left your mind, however, you will immediately regain consciousness. Also, just to add, this doesn't hurt you at all. It is painless for you."

Looking into your slightly glowing e/c orbs, Yuji expresses pure concern in his tone. "If this is painless for me, is it painless for you?" His brows furrow slightly.

You reply immediately, answering Yuji's question. "For the most part, it is painless, yes. I am not in physical pain while I do this, but the deeper I go into your subconscious, it's all that easier to drown, choking on your thoughts and emotions."

With everything said and understood, you close your eyes, blocking out the physical world to embark on the metaphysical journey within. The room, adorned with talismans, fades away as you traverse the depths of Itadori Yuji's mind.

Then silently, under your breath, you mutter the name of the particular cursed technique you will be utilising,

"Psyche Veil."

Now submerged in the depths of Itadori Yuji's consciousness, you press forward, your mental senses sharp and focused. The memories flicker like fleeting shadows and the first barrier crumbles beneath the force of your determined traversal. Your journey within his mind is marked by the ebb and flow of memories, a river of thoughts that you navigate with precision.

Forcing your way through the labyrinth of his experiences, you maintain a delicate balance, avoiding the risk of being overwhelmed by the emotions and thoughts that swirl around you. As your mental senses guide you deeper, the dimming presence of Sukuna becomes more tangible, a beacon drawing you further into the intricate web of memories.

Confident in your pursuit, you mutter to yourself, "That's where your hiding." The acknowledgment of progress resonates within the metaphysical space, urging you to follow the trail of Sukuna's cursed energy. The transition from the abyss to an endless expanse of water signals that you have successfully found your way into Sukuna's innate domain.

The transition is abrupt but noticeable. Scanning ahead of you, you notice that there is a figure situated upon a throne made out of quite a large pile of bull-like skulls. As you confidently stride closer to Sukuna, he leans forward on his throne, an intrigued smile playing on his features. His bright red orbs fixate on you as you approach.

The bull-like skulls inject a distinct and foreboding essence into the atmosphere, underscoring Sukuna's imposing presence. Unperturbed, you press forward with resolute determination. As you stride towards Sukuna, your eyes, shaded in the hue of e/c, engage in a gripping stare-down with his blood-red orbs.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sukuna's voice reverberates, a blend of amusement and curiosity permeating the air. His gaze remains fixed on yours, intensifying the palpable tension.

"I'm here to have a conversation," you respond, your voice unwavering, despite the charged ambience. "I've come to comprehend your nature, Sukuna, and to seek clarification on certain matters. A direct conversation seems the most efficient way to address them for the both of us."

Your e/c eyes maintain an unyielding gaze, signalling the seriousness of your intent.

As Sukuna reclines on his bone-forged throne, a smirk playing on his lips, he acknowledges your presence. "A conversation, you say? In my innate domain?" His voice drips with amusement, a dangerous gleam in his blood-red eyes. "Bold move, trespasser, especially for a mortal like yourself. But seeing as you went through the trouble of delving into this brat's subconscious to get to me, I'll allow you to speak your mind. That is until I find you boring or this conversation worthless."

Undeterred by Sukuna's amusement, you maintain a resolute demeanour as you pose your questions.

"Ryomen Sukuna, what is the true essence of your pursuit? What compels you towards such destructive tendencies? What purpose do you seek to fulfil by wielding your power in such a manner?"

Sukuna leans back further on his bone-forged throne, the smirk on his lips deepening. "Ah, the inquisitive mortal, daring to delve into the motives of a curse." His voice, still laced with amusement, carries an underlying tone of challenge.

"You see, power is not a pursuit for me; it is an inherent nature, an indomitable force that courses through my being. Destruction, chaos—it is the very fabric of my existence."

Your gaze remains steady, acknowledging his words but undeterred in your pursuit of understanding.

"Yet, Sukuna, such unrestrained power inevitably leaves a trail of suffering in its wake. Is there no consideration for the consequences of your actions? What end do you seek in perpetuating chaos and upheaval?"

Sukuna's blood-red eyes narrow, the dangerous glint intensifying.

"Mortal concerns of consequence and morality matter little to me. In the grand tapestry of existence, I am but a force that shapes and reshapes. The concept of suffering, in the face of power, is a fleeting illusion, inconsequential in the broader scope."

Undeterred, you press on, "But does not the world, the very canvas upon which you wield your influence, hold significance? What legacy do you aim to leave in the wake of your chaotic endeavours?" narrowing your e/c orbs at Sukuna so fiercely they could metaphorically cut flesh.

Sukuna's smirk returns and he chuckles darkly. "Legacy? Mortals obsess over such trivial matters. I am not bound by the constraints of time or the concerns of fleeting beings. My presence is a testament to the ebb and flow of chaos, a constant reminder of the fragility of your world."

Your tone remains resolute. "Yet, Sukuna, even chaos can be harnessed with purpose. Is there no room for balance in your existence? A way to wield your formidable power without casting the world into perpetual turmoil?" shifting to place both of your hands on your hips, your gaze unwavering.

Sukuna reclines further, contemplating your words. "Balance, mortal, is an illusion. The struggle for dominance, and the pursuit of power—these are the driving forces that define existence. To seek equilibrium is to deny the very essence of what I am."

"But does not such unchecked power risk its own destruction?" you counter. "A force without restraint may ultimately unravel itself. Is there no consideration for the fragility of power unchecked?"

Sukuna's amusement fades momentarily, replaced by a cold intensity. "Power is not fragile. It is eternal, a force that transcends the limitations of mortal comprehension. Destruction, chaos—they are not threats to power but manifestations of its unyielding nature."

Sukuna's voice, cold and commanding, cuts through the ethereal space. "Now, mortal, I am growing very bored of your pointless questioning. Leave now."

Undaunted by Sukuna's command, you respond with a steely resolve, "I'm not here for your entertainment, Sukuna. Let me make something abundantly clear – you may have control over this domain, but I hold the strings that weave through the consciousness of this kid. If you try to force me out, rest assured, I have the means to trigger something akin to a kill switch within his mind. It won't harm either of us naturally, but it will end him. Considering your grand plans, I'm certain you have, I'm most definitely sure that's not a risk you're willing to take lightly. So, Sukuna, as much as I've led you to believe you're the one in charge here, I suggest you shut your egotistical mouth and listen." The air resonates with a palpable tension as your words echo in the metaphysical space, challenging the very core of Sukuna's assumed dominance.

"I certainly wasn't expecting a bold move like that, from a puny human with such a smart mouth, no less. Perhaps I underestimated her. I will have to keep tabs on her as she could become an issue in my plans," Sukuna says, a mix of curiosity and calculation filling his inner thoughts.

"Aren't you Jujutsu sorcerers supposed to be noble in the endeavor of protecting innocents and their wasteful, pointless lives? So, I am curious as to why you don't seem to care for this particular human's life," Sukuna says, his words laced with amusement and a subtle hint of baiting.

Answering the question with a blank face, devoid of any emotions, you change your stance so you are now staring down Sukuna. With an air of absolute certainty, you say, "This kid's life, along with every other human's life on this planet, is of little consideration to me. However, it is in my best interest to play the role of the willing, caring saviour. If you become a challenge to my plans, then I'll simply have to kill you too, Sukuna. It certainly won't be that hard for me to do."

To further proclaim your threat, a throwing dagger, infused with your raw, undiluted power, hurtles through the metaphysical space like a swift arrow, aimed at Sukuna's head. Just as it seems about to make contact, it swerves with uncanny precision, purposefully missing him but leaving a lingering whisper of its deadly intent. The dagger embeds itself into the metaphorical throne behind Sukuna, a silent proclamation of the lethal force at your command.

Sukuna's eyes narrow slightly, the dangerous gleam undeterred. Pulling the dagger free from where it was embedded behind him on his throne, he examines it with a faint smirk. "Impressive display, trespasser. Your capabilities are not to be dismissed lightly, especially since you are able to summon a commendable amount of your power in my innate domain."

"But know I don't take threats lightly," Sukuna asserts, his blood-red orbs conveying his very real intent that he won't hesitate to kill you.

"Then it's a good thing that I don't either, so you'd do well to remember that fact Ryomen Sukuna," you respond, your ethereal orbs conveying the same unwavering intent.

Sukuna's amusement deepens, and he tilts his head slightly. "Oh, I'll remember, trespasser. This should make our interactions all the more thrilling."

Just before you are about to conclude this very interesting and thrilling conversation, you teleport to be right in front of Sukuna, holding his chin with your middle and index finger, bending down to whisper in his left ear, "Consider this, however, a preview of just how swiftly and easy it is for me to kill you, Sukuna."

And just like that, you are gone, as if you were never even there.

Moving his left hand to touch his own chin, the warmth of your hand still lingering for a little while longer at least.

"Oh, Y/n, how long I have waited to finally meet you" Sukuna mutters, nothing but coy satisfaction radiating from him.

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