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heizlut · 2 months

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Insufferable part 1

cw: none

tags: switch fem!reader, switch!scaramouche, oral (m!recieving)

nsfw under the cut

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Scaramouche is so annoyed when you approach him, scowling and mentally preparing himself for whatever bullshit you might spout as you usually do when you pop in for a visit, “What the hell do you want?”

You waltz towards him with a stupid grin on your face. Why were you always so damn happy all the time? “I was bored!” you beam at him. He grimaces, “Eugh… go bother Childe instead. I don’t have time for this today.” You raise an eyebrow and look at the room around him, “But you’re not doing anything?” Scaramouche scoffs and rolls his eyes, “That doesn’t mean I wasn’t about to be busy, you pest.” You wave him off dismissively and flop down on the couch, “Scara, have you ever had a girlfriend?”

His eyes widen as he looks at you, “Excuse me? Why would I even want such a thing?” He pauses then adds, “There is nothing in human relationships for me to desire or appreciate.” You look a little amused as you meet his eyes, “Oh yeah? Well I think it’s painfully obvious that you want affection and that you’re so clearly touch-starved.”

Scaramouche’s blood begins to boil, “I do not have those weaknesses. I am a being that has risen past the superficial limitations of humanity. And if you think I'm still chained to human desires like this affection nonsense you're obsessed with, you are sorely mistaken.” You cover your mouth, trying hard to contain your laughter.

He grits his teeth and lowers his voice, “What’s so funny…” You lower your hand, having a slight smile, “It’s just.. you wouldn’t be talking like this if you were still like your old self. You used to crave being around humans and wanted to form bonds-” Scaramouche cuts you off, striking the table beside him with his hand as he raises his voice, “I am no longer Kunikuzushi! Kunikuzushi is gone. There is no part of him that remains within me whatsoever!” You rise from your seat and approach him, unfazed by his outburst, “Are you sure about that?”

He clenches his fists tightly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to get into a physical altercation with you, "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you." Your features light up and your lips curl into a teasing smirk, "What? You gonna kiss me to shut me up?" Scaramouche scrunches his nose, "I would never..." You carry on with your teasing, "Oh that's right... You've never kissed anyone before have you?" He blushes furiously at your words, wanting to deny it even though you weren't wrong, "I..I don't have a desire for such a thing." Scaramouche turns his head away from you only for you to place a finger under his chin and redirect him back to you. He looks into your eyes, feeling his chest tighten as you give him a little smile and lower your tone, "Are you sure about that...."

Scaramouche is lost in your gaze for a moment before he finally breaks the tense eye contact and steps away from you, "Are you done now?" You smirk and then let out an overly-dramatic sigh, "Hmm, guess I'll go to Childe instead~" That gets his attention, his gaze snapping back over to you as you slowly make your way to the door, "W-wait... Childe?" You grin at him from over your shoulder, "Uh-huh, you told me to go bother him instead, remember?~" He fumbles over himself as his mind races for his next words. You breathe out a small laugh as you notice his behavior, "Aww do you actually want me to stay?" His cheeks heat up again as his expression twists back to annoyance, "No! ...I mean..." Scaramouche releases a deep breath when you raise an eyebrow at him, looking at him expectantly, "Use your words." Your command stirs something inside of him and he relents, "Fuck... Just stay..."

You turn back to face him once more, a devious look on your face, "Ask nicely." He runs his tongue across his teeth, so fucking annoyed that you're turning him into a mental mess, "Stay here...please." Your smile grows as you saunter back to him, "See that wasn't so hard now was it?" Scaramouche glowered at you and crossed his arms, "What is your end goal here?" You tilt your head a little and give an innocent smile, "I told you I was bored. I'm just having a little fun~" He rolls eyes, "You're idea of fun is pestering and flirting with me?" You look quite entertained by his words, "Me flirt with you? You'd like that wouldn't you.." Scaramouche's expression hardens, "I most certainly would not. You think I enjoy flirtation and teasing advances? Hah!"

You look him up and down, looking devious as ever, "I'd say so since only a couple minutes ago you got flustered and your cheeks got all red." He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, "Do you ever shut up?" You give a dopey smile, "Nope!" Scaramouche narrows his eyes at you, "Just tell me what you want." "A kiss", you answer immediately, still with that same smile on your face. He blinks, taking in your boldness, "Excuse me?" Your eyes go half-lidded when you look to him, "You heard me. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to finally be kissed?" He rolls his eyes again, "That is not something I need to accomplish..." You place your hand on his chest and give him an alluring look, "Come on~ I'll teach you how." His brows drew together, "How does someone t-"

His words are interrupted by the feeling of your soft lips on his and your body caging him against the wall. His cheeks burn red when he realizes what's happening. Scaramouche was about to push you away until he felt you gently bite at his bottom lip and then swipe at the same spot with your tongue. He groans softly into the kiss, making his lips part a little more, granting your tongue access to his mouth. Your tongue smoothes against his as your lips move in a slow rhythm. Just as Scaramouche was about to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, you pull away. He leans forward, eyes half-lidded as he chases your lips. You laugh softly at the the needy look on his face and he quickly scrunched up his face, blushing heavily, "That's not fair... I wasn't done..."

"Then use your words and tell me what you want", your tone low and teasing. Scaramouche pulls you close to him, looking at you with desire and a hint of frustration, "I want you to kiss me again." "Good boy", you drawl as you press your lips to his again. His cock throbs in its confines from your praise and he kisses you back feverishly. Your lips move together with haste and passion. Your body pressed hard against him, feeling his bulge against you. You smirk against his lips and roll your hips against his, making his eyes snap open in shock. Scaramouche tries to separate from the kiss only for you to bite his lip once more. You give one more kiss before leaning back just enough that his panting breaths mingled with yours, "Someone seems to be enjoying this~"

He opens his mouth to protest only for his words to morph into a husky groan as you roll your hips against this bulge once again, "W-what're you doing..." The corners of your lips curl up as your hand trails down his body, stopping right before you reach his aching cock, "I'm just having fun..." Your palm rests on his bulge and you squeeze with just enough pressure that draws a hiss from him as his eyes shut tight. "Does your cock need some attention?", you ask with that teasing lilt in your voice that frustrated him to no end. Scaramouche felt so humiliated but so desperate for something he never experienced before, "Please..." You let out a satisfied hum as you kneel down in front of him and tug down his pants. His cock springs forward, twitching with anticipation. You look up at him, catching his lustful and dazed expression.

You wrap your fingers around his length and begin to pump it languidly, running your thumb across his slit to rub the clear pre cum around the head of his cock, "So leaky already, how cute~" Scaramouche's nose scrunches at your teasing, wanting to tell you to shut your mouth, but he can't trust what may come out of his mouth. You stick your tongue out and lick at his slit, letting the salty taste of his arousal fill your senses. HIs hands fly to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair at the overwhelming sensation, "Fuck... Please... More" You look amused as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head and without warning, you wrap your lips around his length and begin to suck.

The pathetic whimper that comes from Scaramouche is so embarrassing. HIs cheeks burn bright red, trying to comprehend how such a noise came from him. His thoughts are interrupted when you take his full length and swallow, having your throat constrict around his cock made his grip your hair tighter. Your tongue licks the underside of his cock as you move your mouth up to his tip and suck. Another embarrassing moan falls from his lips and begins to thrust his hips forward, desperately wanting to fuck your mouth. His needy behavior amused you, so you allowed him to feel in control for this moment. Scaramouche's thrusts are sloppy as he facefucks you; no longer caring about all the whiny noises he keeps making. You hollow your cheeks whenever it's just the tip between your wet lips, making the sensation absolutely wild for him.

His hips stutter and his cock swells; you know he's about to cum. With this knowledge, you take his length as deep as you can and tighten your throat around him yet again. Scaramouche cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he keeps his grip on your head. He empties his load, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat which forces you to swallow immediately, lest you choke. HIs grip finally relaxes and you pull back off of his cock, coughing slightly and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Scaramouche looks down at you with a glassy-eyed look and one corner of his lips upturned in a lazy smirk, "Too much for you?" You bark out a laugh as you rise to your feet, "I wasn't the one making all those high-pitched noises~" He rolls his eyes, slumping back against the wall, "Whatever. I bet you make those noises too." You give a sly smile, "Only under the right circumstances.." He raises an eyebrow, straightening up, "And what circumstances would those be?" You look him up and down and then smirk, "Guess you'll have to let me bother you later and you might just find out."

Scaramouche's eyes trail you closely as you leave the room. He lets out a breath and tugs his pants back up then threads his fingers through his hair that was now damp with sweat. If he could feel like this every time your insufferable self came to annoy him, maybe he could get used to your little routine. Besides, maybe, just maybe, he could keep you for himself and give into silly delusions of affection that he swore he would never let affect him again.

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a/n: i finally caved and wrote a fic for scarapookie

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche

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trulytiredhermit · 10 months

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Are requests open?

If so may I ask for the chain with isekaid bullied reader?

Reader never had a good relationship with teacher for example and recently reader gets bullied for everything she does by 3 stupid boys and gets insecure

Thank you so much 👀😭

Take your time,🙏🏻

*Well, I've only really been accepting asks.

But honestly when I think about it some of these asks have been ranging on requests so sure, I'll do this request for you.

For future reference though since I do both yandere and normal Chain I think it would best to specify which version people want. Also, if I do take more requests it would have to be narrowed down to only 2 characters because otherwise it puts a lot of work on me.

And this in just for everyone in general to see. But I hope you'll enjoy this request then! I tried doing a group scenario, but I apologize that some characters weren't as prominent as others.

Why was Time staring at you?

Did you do something wrong again?

You did didn't you...

Can't ever do anything right, always just a screw up.... you know you shouldn't have lashed out at Legend when he was making his usual stupid and snide comments, but you just couldn't handle it when he started sounding like them.

Those three boys that had downright tormented you back home in your own world, always with their degrading and horrible comments about things you did or how you were always at fault for every little thing that happened. The shoves and pushes from them that would lead to bruises on your arms and legs, the jabs from their elbows to your stomach or ribs that would leave behind a stinging ache as you held back your tears on your way to your next class.

And you knew Legend wasn't like them. Underneath that tough and harsh exterior he was just as soft and kind as the other members you traveled with, he just had his moments from time to time.

But he just made that comment about how you were slowing the chain down, gave a little shove to your shoulder as he brushed past you to walk ahead of you, and you lost it.

The group had settled down for the night now and neither you nor Legend had spoken to one another. You could tell there was a bit of tension within the group due to your backlash at the red-vested hero and you felt horrible enough about it. Which was why you had chosen to set yourself up further away from the Chain and further away from the glowing light of the campfire.

Wait, was Time coming over to you?

Oh god he was, wasn't he... he was going to lecture you now about your clear overreaction, scold you about keeping your emotions in check just like your old teacher always had when you blew up at those boys the one time after you'd finally had enough of their constant poking, pushing, shoving, and-

"(Name), is everything all right with you? You seem... troubled."

Time's voice broke you from your spiraling thoughts, but you almost wished he hadn't.

You didn't want to go through everything again, have it all fall apart, your little make-believe friendship you had with the rest of the Chain. You just wanted to keep believing in it, keep fooling yourself that they did like you and wanted to be around you instead of letting you tag along due to a sense of obligation to help you find your way home.

"I'm... I'm fine Time... just woke up wrong or something I guess..."

You mumbled, hugging your knees to your chest as you rested you chin on your crossed arms.

Judging from the furrowed brows and mouth forming into a hard line, Time hadn't bought your little lie and he wouldn't accept anything but the truth.

You sighed, looking down you played with the end sleeve of your undershirt, thumbing the stitching.

"Just... remembered something bad when Legend made that comment and bumped into me okay... but I'm fine... I'm sorry I overreacted like that, it won't happen again okay you don't have to... to do the whole 'I'm disappointed in you, you should have done better' spiel."

As if you haven’t already heard it a thousand times before.

You didn't see it, but Time's stern look morphed into a softer, more concerned one as he looked down at your huddled form. You clearly weren't okay, and he would never ever tell you he was disappointed in you for simply losing your cool after having dealt with one too many comments from Legend.

You flinched when you felt a weight be put on your head, you hadn't meant to honestly, but you just got scared when Time suddenly sat down beside you and rested his hand atop your head. Which was not lost on the older hero.

Almost as quickly it had been placed upon your head, his hand was taken away, an apologetic look crossing his face and a 'sorry' forming on his tongue.

"Who's giving a spiel?"

You and Time paused, looking for to spot Wind, a curious yet worried marring his young features. Becoming ever the nosy teen, Wind rarely if ever gave most of your group their privacy when it was most needed.

"It's nothing Wind I just-"

"Didn't seem like nothing when you lost it with me."

Legend cut your words off sounding as tense as he had earlier when you had snapped at him, but a warning look from Time made him sigh and take on a more gentler, somehow softer look that you never knew the vet to be capable of.

"Was there a reason for it? I know you wouldn't do something like that without a solid reason (Name)."

"Four is right, even I can get fed up with Legend's quips from time to time, especially when they hit far too close to home for comfort."

Warriors spoke up, agreeing with what the designated smithy of the group had brought up.

By now you just wanted to find a hole to curl up in and forget about everything. You hated when all eyes were on you, expecting something from you, looking at you to scrutinize you up and figure out all your thoughts.

"It's alright (Name), if that was the reason why. I'm sure many of us have those moments where we lose a little control." Wild's voice cut through the stillness of the passing night, it seemed like all of them were invested in you now.

Why couldn't they just leave well enough alone! You've handled yourself well enough in this stupid new world, or worlds, whatever you didn't care to use the proper terminology right now.

It's not like they really cared anyways, sure they were supposed heroes of their time, having defeated many an enemy and even grand evil lords who wished to conquer the world. But you were just some silly little person that ended up accidentally going through a weird portal and ending up becoming their new problem while they were already going through things!

"(Name)? Are you alright? You haven't spoken?"

Couldn't Hyrule see you weren't alright! And you didn't want to speak! Even if they did care this wasn't their problem to deal with, you have handled yourself well enough on your own.

But if they didn't...

If they didn't care then you didn't think you could take another scenario, more harsh mocking words and hard shoves, more constant denials and put downs again. You just couldn't.

You jumped as you felt a hand touch your shoulder, looking up wildly to spot Sky's face near yours. His brows cinched up in worry as his eyes looked down into your own, as if searching through them into your very soul and seeing something akin within his own.

"What's wrong?"

Those two simple words were all it took and you just broke.

"I can't deal with another thing like that happening again, okay! I-I... I can't deal with another them, with you guys just... I can't okay, I can't! I had to deal with that in one world why should I have to deal with it in this one!"

Instantly the group wished more than anything to clamber around you and offer sweet words of comfort and reassurance, but they didn't wish to crowd or spook you.

But this didn't stop the rancher from drawing in near to place a comforting hand on you back, nor did it stop Sky from kneeling down in front of you, moving his hand down to hold your own in his.

"Then tell us what's wrong, so that we won't accidentally do it again.... tell us what happened?"

And tell them you did.

You told them of what went on in your old world, of the constant harassment and bullying; of the teachers who looked away, turned a blind eye to the three boys who constantly made your life feel like a never-ending hell you didn't deserve. All the while the groups faces hardened, some hiding their emotions more than others behind a stony mask.

A sniffle tore up from your throat as you pried your hand away from Sky's hold, raising it to wipe away at the tears that lined your lash line. A soft, yet filled with bitter sadness, giggle sounded from you making the group look even more concerned than before.

"And you know why those people, the administrators and what not, turned away and told me that boys were just going to be boys? Even when I brought the topic up to them firsthand?"

The group hung off your every word, and Warriors, along with Sky, looked as if they already knew the answer to your questions. Yet even with knowing, it didn't make hearing your answer any easier.

"Because they were too important to the stupid school, too much of a bigshot to take down over something simple as bullying some mediocre student-"

"You are no such thing, and I would ask you to refrain from every speaking such a phrase again."

Time's hard voice, harsh but not with an anger directed towards you, came out sharp, stopping your words in your tracks as they died on your lips.

"I can tell from how you acted when we first found you, how you insisted you still needed to study and prep just in case this was all a dream or in case you suddenly returned back to your old world, that you are anything but a mediocre student. Those boys, those teachers you spoke of, are nothing but fools who could not even be considered as men."

God, if looks could kill you'd think Time would already be gunning to hop through a portal to your world and teach those who had wronged you a well-needed lesson. Any of the group looked as if they would do so, even Legend, the ever sarcastic and secretive member of the group, looked more upset about what you had spoken of.

"They're less than that. What you went through, what you dealt with (Name). That wasn't bullying, from your words that was just pure torture. To go through what is to be a safe haven for young minds to learn and grow only to be harassed a-and made to believe that you were less than them? To be ignored or told that it was simply boys being boys that's just...."

Sky trailed off, looking for the proper word to use but not finding it as he wracked his mind.

"It's just torture."

"And it is, torture I mean." Warriors confirmation was curt, a stony look upon his face as he got up to sit down at a closer spot next to the three that had situated themselves around your form.

"It is manipulation not only to make you view yourself as less, but to make you believe that what they were doing to you wasn't bad in the slightest. It is disgusting that such tactics should be used upon you by those who you would look to for guidance. But you are not alone now (Name), we would never do such a thing to you, nor would we allow for it to happen while you are here."

There was a comfortable silence that filled the air after Warriors mini speech, sometimes broken by smiles and nods from members of the group along with a few spoken confirmations.

That silence of course was broken by the young teen of the group, the little sailor that had a protective and caring gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah! And if they ever bother you again then I'll shove 'em into a cannon and fire them off into the ocean!"

A startled laugh erupted from your throat as you giggled, looking at Wind with a stunned gaze. The rest of the chain was also looking at their younger counterpart with ranging emotions, most being shocked and concerend.

"What? Tetra did it to me and I made it out fine, I even smacked into this wall of a monster hideout I was trying to sneak into."

"You snuck into a hideout that you smashed into?! How did they not discover you immediately?! Wouldn't you hitting the side of their building make a loud noise?"

Almost anyone could tell that you were now fully invested in the sailor's story now, laughing with a surprised smile on your face as you listened to him recount his tale of being shot out of a cannon.

Meanwhile, the older members of the chain shot each other looks, nodding determinedly at each other as they all came to a unanimous agreement.

Even Wind, as he kept you busy whilst talking about more happier topics that kept you smiling and laughing, shared a glance with the others. He may have been younger, just reaching his preteen years, but he was not stupid, and he hadn't brought up the cannon story just to be silly.

No matter what they would not let someone hurt you as you had been before. They would be the ones to take care of you now, to succeeded where many had failed without even trying.

If that included not letting you go home, then so be it.

#trulytiredhermit #linked universe #linked universe x reader #can be seen as yandere I suppose but can very easily be seen as normal #I'M BACK TO ANSWERING ASKS NOW YAY #Hope y'all enjoyed this one and I apologize if some feel ooc #if they do let me know how!

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shivunin · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thank you for the tag, @layalu! 💗Tagging back @greypetrel @ndostairlyrium @daggerbean @jtownnn and anyone else who feels up to sharing this week!! Technically, the scarf I was working on is done...I just think it needs some finishing touches haha. Also, most of what I'm working on right now is presents and I want to wait to share those c: So here is a bit of my Act 2 fic with Leandra and Maria (600ish words):

Varric told her it was a bad idea before cards. Hawke laughed off his concern, then Aveline’s when they said goodnight later (“Be careful, Hawke,” she’d said in her stern voice, and it’d been plain what she was talking about). Maria knew what she was doing—or she knew what she wanted to do, at least. Well—what she wanted if Fenris wanted the same thing, and she thought he might.

That night, they reached her front door together as they so often had. For once, he was the one to prolong their goodbye, hands lingering on her hips when she might have otherwise let go.

It was enough to set her friends’ worries aside entirely. This was worth it. She knew that. Whatever concerns they might have were well-meant, but unnecessary. Even so, how could she begrudge their worries? In fact, Hawke decided, she loved her friends all the more for caring.

The next week was a chain of job after job, several days spent scouring the coast for a crate that might’ve washed ashore from a shipwreck, then a day helping Mother prepare for one of her teas. Hawke thought of Fenris constantly, but she wasn’t sure what to do about it. “Some other night,” he’d said the last time she’d been inside his manor; would it be presumptuous to show up at his door now? She’d done it hundreds of times before, but—had this new thing between them changed that, too?

“I happened to glance out the window last Saturday,” her mother told her as they arranged empty teacups and and tiny plates on a tray. Her voice was casual, but there was an unfamiliar undercurrent to it.

“Oh?” Maria asked, trying very hard to keep her absurdly lacy sleeves from trailing through the jam or honey.

“I hadn’t realized that you had a suitor, darling,” Mother went on, plucking a blossom from the vase beside them and placing it carefully on the top tier of the pastry tower.

“I…don’t know that I do,” Hawke said hesitantly, looking at her mother between the flowers. “I mean to say—I don’t know that he wants to be a…suitor.”

“Of course he does, dear,” Leandra said firmly, setting the teapot on the trap with a decisive click. “Your father looked at me just like that in the early days. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Really?” Maria asked, a strange fluttering in her chest. “I didn’t think…well. I want to take things at his pace. I wouldn’t want to move too fast—but it’s hard when we’ve known each other so long. Does that make sense? What will happen if it all goes wrong?”

“Then you shall still have your generous spirit,” her mother said, stepping around the table with one last adjustment to the flowers. Her eyes were on the arrangements even as she spoke. “You value your mind, my dear, but your heart has always been your greatest treasure. Surely your young man will see that.”

Her eyes prickled. Hawke stepped closer and leaned against her mother, who unexpectedly wrapped an arm around her waist. Leandra had never been especially given to physical affection—that had always been Malcolm’s domain. It was kind of her to offer it now. No—not just kind. Reassuring.

“There, there,” she said, and kissed Maria’s cheek. “None of that. Everything will go wonderfully, you’ll see. How could anyone help but adore you? Now, come: it is time to take these trays into the other room. Our guests will be arriving any moment. It wouldn’t do to be late.”

“Of course,” Hawke said, blinking the tears from her eyes before they could fall, and followed her mother from the room.

#maria hawke #wip wednesday #shivunin scrivening #i think their relationship is complicated but like. it's not that they don't love each other #it's just that they're speaking such drastically different languages #and by the time she realizes it it's too late to try to build a dictionary

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leavingkamino · 1 year

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chapter twelve - fruit for thought

Chapter Preview: “It was…” He frowned.

This was too vulnerable a question, he quickly realized, but his tired brain had already committed to it, “It was just a place. It never did feel like a home to me.”

“At all?” You asked softly.

He was then reminded of the only times it did. All of them involved his squad…his brothers.

Pairing: Crosshair/Reader (GN), Crosshair/You

Rating: T

Warnings: Mention of needles, but it's very brief. No detailed descriptions.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Finale tonight/tomorrow and I'm still trying to recover from the last three episodes. Let's go insane together <3 But before that, I have the first part of a double update for you today <3

Also idk if people put disclaimers on their fics anymore, but the dialogue in the first sequence below was used for recreational purposes only.

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It felt like he’d been here before. Standing in front of these civilians who were huddling closely to one another in fear. Like this had happened already, but he knew it hadn’t…had it?

And what was his objective here again?

Oh, yes. Find and eliminate Saw Gerrera and the rest of the rebel insurgents. Unfortunately, the coward was already gone by the time they’d arrived at the camp. He’d just dealt with the last remaining fighter who’d defiantly claimed she wouldn’t tell him where he was even if she had known his location. That was fine. He’d believed her, but since she had nothing else to give the Empire, keeping her alive was useless. He focused his attention back on the civilians.

“Do any of you have information you’d like to share?” he asked.

“We don't know anything,” One of the men answered fearfully as he wrapped his arms tightly around his Twi’lek partner, “We were promised transport off-world, that’s all.”

An unfortunate answer.

“Then you’re of no use to the Empire,” he said, raising his blaster.

“What are you doing?” he paused reluctantly as ES-01 protested behind him, “Gerrera’s fighters are dead. These are civilians. We should bring them in.”

Turning to the soldier under his command, he narrowed his eyes beneath his helmet, “Those weren’t our orders.”

“Forget our orders!” ES-01 barked back at him, "This is wrong.”

“So, you’re not going to comply?” he asked.

“No. None of us are,” ES-01 answered and turned to the others behind him, “Ignore the clone. We signed up to be soldiers. Not an execution squad.”

He scowled dangerously at ES-01. Orders were orders. The Empire needed to be rid of a threat so the only acceptable move here was to tie up any loose ends. And now another seemingly just decided to pop up.

“We’re going to detain the prisoners and take them in for questioning,” ES-01 stated.

Blatant disregard for the chain of command had consequences. Especially when out in the field.

“You want to know why they put me in charge?” he spoke with an added edge to his words, like that of a slow-acting poison.

ES-01 turned back to him.

“It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done.”

Before the others could react, the soldier’s body toppled down to the ground as a blaster shot found its way directly into his chest. The rest of them stared down at the body, but didn’t move to raise their weapons at him. A smart decision.

“Good soldiers follow orders,” he stated and holstered his blaster again before commanding, “Finish the mission.”

He stood back and watched as the rest of his squad, hesitant at first, raised their weapons on the civilians. Their screams mingled with the sounds of blaster fire, but he felt nothing hearing them. Only indifference. This was simply what needed to be done.

With the final blaster shot he turned on his heel. A feeling of disorientation overtook him. He squeezed his eyes shut reflexively and opened them to see the artillery deck of the crashed cruiser on Bracca. And more importantly who he had surrounded on said artillery deck. Clone Force 99. This felt so awfully familiar to him once again, but he hadn’t seen Hunter and the others since they’d left Kamino. Left him there. Bitter anger welled up inside him, but he took pleasure in the fact that, finally, he’d caught them.

“Look at you all, scavenging like rats. How pathetic.”

“Why come after us?” Hunter asked, his blaster raised at him.

“You’re traitors,” he answered simply and it was true in more ways than one to him.

He signaled some of the troopers behind him to move into position, boxing them in even further.

“—wake up,” Hunter’s tone was bordering on desperate, “You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”

“He's telling the truth,” A small voice spoke up and the kid, Omega, stepped forward, “The Kaminoans put chips in all the clones.”

“Remember what I told you in the brig?” She continued more softly, “You can’t help it.”

He almost scoffed aloud. His chip had already been removed. Quite recently in fact. This was simply who he was. A good, loyal soldier. His old squad clearly didn’t care to uphold that same mentality anymore. It was maddening and he once again felt anger well up in him. But…no matter that he’d been one of them once. He was ordered to eliminate them and good soldiers followed orders. Nothing was said of the girl though, but she was clearly the way to get to Hunter.

“Aim for the kid,” he ordered.

Hunter quickly maneuvered Omega behind him as they all directed their weapons at her. Fear and hurt flashed across her face as she glanced back at him. He wasn’t paying much attention to the other members of Clone Force 99 who were cowering behind cover, but they would be dealt with soon enough.

“Your issue’s with me,” Hunter angrily turned back to face him, “Not her.”

“I suggest you drop your weapon,” he drawled as he pointed his own at Hunter.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the previously offline cannons fired, knocking back into him. His eyes squeezed as he was thrown over the railing behind him and onto the floor. He felt disoriented from the impact, but eventually pushed himself up from the floor. When he opened his eyes he could see Senator Orn Free Taa through the scope of his Firepuncher. A familiar image once more, though he couldn’t think of why.

He was waiting out of sight and out of mind for the admiral to give the signal. The senator would be incapacitated and these ‘freedom fighters’ would be arrested for the assassination attempt. Ryloth would be secure and the Empire could continue overseeing the refinery here without any more complications.

As he kneeled behind cover up on the rocky overlook and looked through his scope, he felt the underlying itch of the recently healed scar on his head. Anger still simmered inside him, but he focused on the task at hand, grip steady on his rifle. Cham Syndulla had his blaster trained directly on the senator. And right when he was beginning to debate whether Cham would end up doing his job for him, his wife—Eleni, he remembered—stepped up beside him.

“Taa’s time will come, but not this way.”

Her voice was quiet, yet firm as she spoke to him, resting one hand on top of the blaster and the other on her husband's shoulder. They turned to look at their daughter who was watching with concern. A slow moment of silence passed before Cham Syndulla finally lowered his blaster.

“Thank you for playing your part, Senator.” The admiral then looked up and discreetly nodded towards his position.

He followed the order and watched as the senator shouted and fell to the ground. He leaned back from his scope, a sudden wave of disorientation overtaking him. He blinked rapidly and shook his head before finding himself standing in a cave directly in front of—

The recognition and surprise hit him instantaneously. Hara and Kuli.

He was on Kiros. He remembered now what had happened to get him here. Kamino…he’d been left on that platform for days and you…he’d chosen to stay with you instead of going back. He remembered this job. He remembered that the Empire had ambushed the cave. In the end mostly everyone was saved and evacuated with the help of him and you.

So why was he pointing his blaster directly at Hara’s face? She looked up at him as she clung to her father’s unconscious body with such a terrified expression. Tears streamed down her green-dotted-white cheeks. He felt his fingers move on their own, resting on the trigger.

What? No.This was all wrong.

He tried to move his body. Lower his arm, take a step back, flip the switch to stun at the very least, but his limbs wouldn’t budge. He had no control over them. His stomach turned at the realization and panic bubbled up in his throat. In front of him Hara whimpered and her teary eyes desperately pleaded with him to stop. He tried to open his mouth to warn her, but his lips wouldn’t move either. It felt like they’d been sewn shut. He could only watch in horror, a prisoner behind his own eyes, as he pulled the trigger.

Crosshair awoke with a choked off gasp, eyes wide with fear and unaware of his surroundings. His whole body was tense, sweating and the way his head was pounding made him feel nauseous. Eventually he recognized the ceiling of the ship's barracks above him. He relaxed a little and tried to steady his breathing. He felt something wet trail down his temples and he quickly rubbed at his face.

That was when he remembered he wasn't alone. Twisting his head to look at your bunk he let out a sigh of relief once he confirmed that you were, somehow, still fast asleep. He breathed out again and waited a few more seconds before rolling out of his own bunk. Limbs feeling stiff and heavy, he dragged his body all the way to the ‘fresher.

He locked the door and rested a hand on the wall by the mirror to steady himself. His vision blurred. A spike of panic shot through him and he shut his eyes, the hand on the wall curling into a fist. He waited, breathing shakily before working up the courage to open them again. Crosshair breathed out a sigh of relief as his vision once again cleared. He frowned slightly in disgust as he caught his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red-rimmed, more than a little bloodshot, and his skin was shiny with partially-dried sweat. He decided to use the sonic shower once he felt steady enough to move.

Instead of trying to go back to sleep afterwards, he found himself in the ship’s cantina. The lights were dim which helped the throbbing in his head. Dulled now, but still annoying. He sat on one of the stools at the bar and stared down at the countertop, frowning in thought. Back on Kiros it had seemed random enough to disregard, but it had happened for a second time now and he didn't know what to make of it. If something was happening to his ey—

Crosshair cut himself off before that train of thought could go any further, sighing frustratedly. He reached over to open the small compartment attached to the wall, pulling a toothpick out of it. Yesterday he’d come in right after they’d left Ord Mantell and had noticed it. Thinking you’d installed it to hide a back-up blaster or something else. He was surprised and amused when he’d found it full of toothpicks. Currently chewing on one, his mind unhelpfully flashed back to images, memories, from his dream. Every single one of those civilians’ screams, Omega’s look of hurt and Hunter’s angry glare, the entire orchestrated coup on Ryloth…Hara’s terrified, pleading eyes and the sound of a blaster shot.

Crosshair shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. That is not what happened. Hara was alive and with her father and the other colonists. Still, a durasteel-like ball of guilt sat in the pit of his stomach. It seemed to have grown exponentially since he’d left Kiros and there wasn’t any use in denying the truth behind it anymore. The door suddenly opened behind him and his teeth reflexively clenched around his toothpick. He knew it was just you, but that didn’t mean he was keen on having company right now.

Your footsteps were just loud enough for him to pinpoint where you were as you came up behind him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you sat one stool apart from him. At first he thought it was out of consideration for his space, but then you put your socked feet up on it as you twisted the seat to face him. He fought the urge to grumble at you about it.

“Can’t sleep again?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“That’s none of your concern,” he said, “I’ll deal with it on my own.”

He wondered if his wording was too harsh. But then he questioned why he suddenly cared if it was. You didn’t look put off though. Instead your gaze softened at him. By now he recognized that it was because you cared, but it still made him uncomfortable for some reason.

“Go back to bed, Chip.” He said it so sternly that your brow furrowed before relaxing as if you realized something.

“Was it a nightmare?” you asked.

He looked down at the counter, “...Of a sort.”

“Do you…want to talk about it?”

He turned his head a little to look at you. The concern from you was almost palpable to him. And your eyes held a sincere openness that suggested you would listen to anything he had to say. Like before on Kiros, he once again entertained the idea of telling you the things he had done for the Empire. The choices he had made. But then he remembered how passionately you'd spoken in opposition of them during their first game of dejarik. The way you didn’t hesitate to offer the colonists help on Kiros. And that dangerous look that crossed your face as a TK trooper very narrowly missed one of their heads.

He frowned at himself as that ball of guilt grew again. He couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t risk ruining things. The, dare he finally admit it, friendly rapport they’d built up so far was comfortable. And working with you gave him a purpose he didn’t know how to find anywhere else, other than with the Empire. But he was not going back to them. If he told you the truth you’d probably throw him out of the airlock or, at best, kick him off of your ship as soon as you could. He had to keep this to himself. Guilt and all.

“No. I don’t.”

The concern on your face shifted to pure worry.

“It was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real,” Crosshair said and he accidentally bit down on his toothpick so hard that it snapped.

“Doesn’t mean that what you felt wasn’t real,” You all but whispered back.

Crosshair had to keep himself from grimacing. He gave no response in return. He just flicked the broken toothpick into the trash chute nearby. The sound of the stool squeaking had him assuming that you were leaving. He was prepared to forget all about this by the time they landed in half a rotation. But you only went around the bar counter to the refrigerator. You took something out that he couldn’t see and then grabbed a plate and a knife. Coming back around, you sat on the stool next to him this time. A red rounded fruit sat in the palm of your hand.

“I got this at the market before we left and I was gonna save it for later, but I guess technically it is later so…”

It looked somewhat unfamiliar to him and the confusion must’ve shown on his face because you huffed out a laugh.

“It's vormfruit,” you explained, “We grow them on Dantooine. Or we did while I was still living there. Anyway, I haven’t had one in so long so when I saw it at the market I figured I’d buy a few.”

You began cutting it into slices and Crosshair focused on the steady movement of your hands, calmed by the simplicity of the action. His eyelids were starting to droop when your hand held up a slice of the fruit in front of his face.

“For you,” you said quietly, a tiny smile on your face.

He looked at you and took it somewhat hesitantly. The tips of his bare fingers brushed against yours and he ignored the way they tingled for a second afterwards. You then picked up a slice of your own. Crosshair stared at the fruit curiously before taking a bite. His eyes widened at the taste. It was good, sweet, but not overwhelmingly so and the texture was soft like a peach. He looked over to see you chewing slowly, thinly-veiled melancholy behind your eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asked after swallowing the first bite.

You blinked as if being taken out of a daze and looked at him, "Oh, I just…I remembered something that happened back on Dantooine."

He hummed and left the silence open for you to elaborate if you wanted. The apprehension on your face was noticeable. He let you go at your own pace.

"I used to work in the fields overseeing some of the crops," you started, "One day, I went out there to check on the vormfruit and I found…him and a few of his other squad members trying to sneak off with a bunch of them."

A small smile graced your lips, “You should’ve seen the look on his face after he realized his brothers had taken off without him.”

Crosshair smirked as he tried to picture a look of panicked betrayal on his face.

“I gave him an earful about it,” you said, “And I told him I wouldn’t rat him out to his commanding officer if he would teach me how to defend myself. And got the other two to apologize for trying to steal our crops.”

“So, you blackmailed him,” he said as he picked up another slice of fruit and brought it to his mouth.

Your lips flattened into a line and you smacked his arm lightly, causing the fruit to almost slip out of his hand. He gave you a dirty look, which you ignored.

“I wasn’t going to actually tell on him,” you said, “And he’d already brushed me off the first time I asked. I wasn’t a decent shot at all, no matter how much I practiced on my own, so I wanted to learn from the best.”

He felt the urge to scoff and make a comment about that last part, but he noticed your eyes starting to look a little glossy. He clamped his mouth shut.

“I had seen him practicing a few days before. I thought he was amazing. He hit so precisely every time,” you explained in wonderment, “I mean, I know that's what he trained for, but I had never seen anything like it. It was mesmerizing. I knew then and there that I wanted to learn from him.”

Your eyes then watered with wistful emotion. Before Crosshair could even think of what to say or do in response, you sniffed and turned away from his gaze, looking back down to the plate of fruit. You grabbed another. Only a couple were left now.

"What was it like on Kamino?" You suddenly asked him.

"Wet.” He shot back quickly.

That got a laugh out of you and he felt a satisfaction at your response.

"No, I mean…what was it like there for you growing up?"

Crosshair hesitated. He'd never been asked that before. Though he'd already mentioned a few things to you in passing, he still instinctively thought to wall himself away. Respond defensively instead of actually answering. But there you were in front of him, once again giving him that sincere look of openness and he caved this time.

“It was...” He frowned.

This was too vulnerable a question, he quickly realized, but his tired brain had already committed to it, “It was just a place. It never did feel like a home to me.”

“At all?” You asked softly.

He was then reminded of the only times it did. All of them involved his squad…his brothers. Training room competitions, mess hall jokes, late night conversations in their barracks. He thought again about the group picture they’d taken shortly after Echo had joined and he felt a bitter ache somewhere in his chest. Maybe he was mildly allergic to the vormfruit.

“Most of the time.” Was all he answered with.

“What was training like for you?” you asked after he said nothing else.

He paused to collect his thoughts. He'd never had such a difficult time thinking of what to say before. He blamed it on his own exhaustion.

“We were commandos. And we were told we were more elite than others due to our defections," he said and you frowned at the use of the word, "So our training reflected that. I'm capable of seeing and hitting a target as far as ten klicks in the distance, but it took rigorous lessons during my adolescence to learn how to use my vision properly."

The surprised look on your face had him realizing he'd never gone into detail about how his enhancement worked.

"Even then I was already better than reg sharpshooters and other commandos," he continued, "They didn’t like that."

"You sure it didn't have something to do with your attitude instead?" You quipped jokingly.

He glared at you and while there was a mischievous glint in your eye, he could tell you were being serious too. He ignored the question and continued on.

"The lab tests," he stressed the words out and tried to keep himself from shuddering as the memories of being poked, prodded and stuck with needles flashed through his mind, "Were the worst part of it, but I don't feel like talking about those."

At the mention of them your eyes filled with shock and concern, but you nodded slowly without saying a word.

"Did your reg ever tell you about what it was like on Kamino?" he asked.

You blinked and looked off to the side, “He only ever told me about the good parts, I guess. Growing up with his batch mates and funny stories that involved his squad. Now I’m wondering about all of the ugly bits he never shared with me.”

Crosshair hummed in response. You yawned then, covering your mouth with your hand. He was more than tired now and he fought the urge to yawn right after you. You turned your attention to the plate of fruit and so did he. There were two slices left. You took one and then inched the plate towards him to have the other. This last one tasted sweeter than the others, he didn’t know why. Once they finished eating you got up to dispose of the plate. Crosshair sat there contemplating if he’d just told you too much, but his tired brain didn’t seem to care enough at the moment. Instead it circled back to the emotion in your eyes every time you brought up your reg friend.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly blurted out, wincing at how utterly uncomfortable it sounded coming from his mouth.

There was a slight hitch in your breath, "For what?"

"What I said to you…back on Kiros. About your friend."

You said nothing for a few seconds and he took the silence as a rejection, but he understood if you still held some contempt towards him for it. Regardless of the talk they’d had in the medbay.

"I’ve already forgiven you." You broke the silence and turned to him with a warm look.

His eyes widened in surprise and for some reason the ball of guilt ever-so-slightly lighter.

"We should get some rest before we land on Daiyu,” you said as you walked to the door.

Crosshair got up from the stool, following you out. When they entered the barracks together it was a strange thing to him. They'd never gone in at the same time, let alone slept at the same time. Crosshair had always waited for you to fall asleep first. This time it felt surprisingly normal to him as he laid down on his bunk. He heard you sigh across from him as you got comfortable.

"Goodnight, Crosshair," you said quietly as you turned over to face the wall.

He grunted in response and he heard you breath out a short laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. He huffed softly, staring up at the ceiling. A minute later he turned to look over at you. Your back was still facing him and your breathing looked like it was starting to even out. He looked back up at the ceiling and a calmness settled over him as his eyes fluttered closed. When he awoke hours later and headed to the cantina before they landed, the room still smelled faintly of sweet red fruit.

End Note: My anxiety is so bad right now I can't think of anything to say here lmao The next chapter should be up in a few hours.

Feedback is much appreciated if you feel inclined to give any c: Thank you for reading ❤️

#crosshair x you #crosshair x reader #crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #tbb #the bad batch #the bad batch fic #tbb fic #fic; dark red #my writing*

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general-illyrin · 1 year

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Introduction for "Broken Memories"

I want to develop my thoughts on Mîm more, so I plan to slowly go through a list of prompts, writing short one-shots of Mîm's life. The stories will be tagged broken memories, but since my main focus is to practice writing, these aren't going to be polished pieces. But it would be remiss of me to jump into one-shots of Mîm's life without providing background, so this post is going to summarize the history of the Petty-dwarves as best I can remember without re-reading everything on them again. Thus, it is possible I will get things wrong; please let me know if I do so!

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The history of the Petty-dwarves begins some time after the chaining of Melkor but before his return to Middle-earth, when the weak, small, and rebellious dwarves were exiled from the dwarven cities in the Blue Mountains. After they were exiled, they wandered around until they eventually settled in Beleriand.

Some time later, the Sindar came to Beleriand and settled there, but the Petty-dwarves attacked them. (My headcanon to explain this is that orcs look rather like elves, and the Petty-dwarves weren't taking chances that these weren't orcs. But I have not checked this with canon, so it could be inaccurate.) The Sindar could never get good views of their attackers, so they assumed that the Petty-dwarves were some sort of intelligent animal and hunted them, greatly reducing their numbers. In response, the Petty-dwarves retreated to their homes, two of which were Nargothrond and Amon Rûdh, only attacking the Sindar if they came too close.

At some point, the Sindar met the greater dwarves and realized their mistake. They stopped hunting the Petty-dwarves and left them alone. But the damage had been done, and the Petty-dwarves now hated elves with a passion. It is at this time that the Sindar gave them the name Noegyth Nibin, which translates to "Petty-dwarf".

Then the Noldor came to Middle-earth, Finrod receives a dream from Ulmo, and Thingol tells Finrod about Nargothrond. (Which is another reason I'm not a fan of Thingol - his people hunted the petty-dwarves almost to extinction and now he's telling Finrod to build his city in their home?! Though in all fairness, Thingol may possibly not have known the Petty-dwarves lived there or he may have thought that the Noldor and the Petty-dwarves would work together.)

Somehow the Petty-dwarves and the Noldor do end up working together to expand Nargothrond...at least in the beginning. Then there is some sort of falling out between them - The Nature of Middle-earth doesn't say what (why Tolkien; I need information!) - and Mîm, the chief of the Petty-dwarves, tries to murder Finrod in his sleep. In response, Finrod exiles Mîm, and pays the greater dwarves to kick the Petty-dwarves out of Nargothrond. At this point, I don't think we know how many Petty-dwarves are left, but when Mim next appears, he and his two sons are the only ones still alive.

The Petty-dwarves disappear from history until Túrin encounters Mîm and his two sons near Amon Rûdh. Túrin and his band of outlaws surprise them while they are out gathering ore and roots, and Mîm is compelled to board them in his home. However, Mîm's son Khîm is killed by one of the outlaws. Túrin and his band live there from F.A. 486-489, until Mîm betrays the band to orcs. (The Silmarillion implies that he did so unwillingly, while The Children of Hurin says he did so willingly.)

At some point near the end of Mîm's life, The Complaint of Mîm the Dwarf occurs. At this time, Mîm is alone; his other son Ibun is not mentoned in it at all. Then after Glaurung is killed, Mîm moves back into Nargothrond.

There he dies at Húrin's hand: the last of the Petty-dwarves, having outlived his people, his wife, and his sons, but having lived long enough to watch his people lose their homes and dwindle away to just him - an old, bitter, unforgiving dwarf (who recognizes this, but can't forgive).

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As I said earlier, please correct me if I made any mistakes.

#Illyrin writes #broken memories #introduction post

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steverogers-wife · 1 year

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Opposites Attract

Avengers x F!OC x F!OC

Summary: Nova has been an Avenger for almost 3 years, and yet has never seemed to let the Avengers in. She keeps to herself, her teammates being slightly scared of her at times. She dresses in all black, hair as dark as the night sky, rarely talks and never smiles. So imagine the Avengers surprise when they find out shes dating Delilah, a super sweet bubbly little coffee shop owner.

mood boards done by me, got the images off Pinterest

"It'll be nice having another girl around", the Scarlet Witch sighs to her teammates, all waiting around the common room to meet their new member.

"Hey! What's wrong with us?", Sam calls to her from his position on the couch.

"Too much testosterone in one place isn't always a good thing Wilson", Natasha says to the man, sitting at the bar next to Wanda.

"I'm just hoping she's hot, theres only so much ass in this compound", Stark mutters as he nurses his drink.

"Who're you talkin about their Stark", the redhead assassin asks, glaring down at the man.

"Cap, obviously", Tony replies in a 'duh' tone.

The man in question looks up, about to comment on what Tony said, but before he can say anything, the elevator doors open, revealing Nick Fury and a rather intimidating woman.

"Avengers, i'd like you to meet the new member, i'll let you all introduce yourselves", he says before slapping the woman's shoulder and walking out.

We all stare at the woman. She's dressed head to toe in black. Tight fitting black jeans, a long sleeved turtle neck crop top with a tattoo poking through the fabric on her ribs, a worn black leather jacket a size or two too big, and big black leather boots. Her outfits completed by a few chains around her neck and a pair of old dog tags.

*Nova's POV*

"H-hi ma'am, i'm Steve Rogers. Welcome to the team!", the Captain exclaims with enthusiasm, only to be met with a stare.

As if sensing the Captain doesn't know where to go from here, the rest of the team jumps in to introduce themselves, receiving a nod from me at each turn.

Once the intros were all said and done, they turned to the me in hopes of learning something about their new recruit, only to receive a simple nod with a mutter of "Nova Lockwood", my English accent standing out to the team.

After an awkward silence, Bucky speaks up, "So, what can you do?"

Rather than trying to explain, I decide to demonstrate by removing my jacket, and letting my wings spread free. The Avengers step back in awe and shock of the large black wings that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Damn, if only it was that easy for me", the Falcon mutters in distaste, earning a snicker from the metal armed man beside him.

"What are you?", Doctor Banner asks.

"An Angel", I replies smoothly, "now, may I see my room?"

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*3 years later*

The Avengers soon after learnt what I was capable of.

Being able to conjure items out of nowhere...

"Has anyone seen my shield?!", the Captain yells out to the group, "I swear Sam if you've hidden it again"

"No man I haven't! Not after last time I swear", Sam defends.

I walks over to the Captain, as the rest of the team are waiting in the hanger to leave for the first mission I would be going on with them. I pull my hand out to the side, a black mist appearing out of nowhere and the Captains shield appearing in its place.

"H-how the- wha-", Bucky stammers besides his friend, staring at me in confusion.

"Conjuring, another power", I mutter before walking onto the jet, leaving a stunned team behind.

My ability to teleport

"Angel?! Angel come in, have you found the kid?"

This was my fourth mission with the team, still barely having spoken to them.

"Yes", I replied, "getting her out now"

"Wait for me to get there", Natasha replies, hurrying down the halls of the HYDRA base.

"No time", I mutter into the comms before grabbing ahold of the young girl and pulling her through the shadows and onto the Quinjet where the team awaits.

"HOLY SHIT!", Tony exclaims, seeing the girl appear out nowhere, leaving a cloud of black smoke behind. But before he can utter another word, i'm back in the base to grab Romanoff.

As they start up the jet to leave, Stark turns to me. "So you can teleport huh?", I hum in reply. "What didn't feel like sharing that with the class?", the man scoffs.

And finally, the way I was able to remove the souls from a body, killing them through the painful process.

The team sat around the common room, talking casually after finishing their latest mission. It had been the ninth since Nova had joined the Avengers, however she had not joined them in on their mini celebrations.

"I don't think i've ever met such an antisocial person in my life, and thats coming from me", Bucky sighs as he takes a sip of his beer.

"I wanna know what else she can do, shes hid some pretty useful stuff already", Sam replies to his friend.

"We could ask her?", Wanda suggests, earning a laugh at Tony for the idea.

"Yeah sure, 'Hey Lockwood, we know you hate us n all but care to tell us what else you can do?'", he retorts sarcastically.

"I can remove souls from bodys", they all jump at the voice, turning around to see me leaning against the door frame behind them.

"Jesus Christ would you stop sneaking up on us- wait what the hell do you mean?", the billionaire asks.

Rather than replying, I turn around, walking back out of the room, leaving a confused audience behind.

"Did she say she can remove peoples souls?", Steve asks slightly horrified at the revelation.

"Pretty sure, yeah", Natasha replies casually.

"Anyone else find it hot how shes so terrifying?", Sam says to the group, only to receive disgusted and concerned looks back. "Just me?"

They has learnt overtime that I was not a social person at all, that I saw them as coworkers and not friends, despite their many attempts.

I left for my run at 6, weaving my way through the people up as early as me, business men and runners alike roaming the streets of New York, slowly making my way to 'Belle Fleur', a cute little coffee shop I found around a year before. I hear the bell chime as I walks through the door.

I watch on as I see my girlfriend, Delilah, laughing with a regular as she makes his order, her golden blonde hair falling down her back in waves, the top half swept behind held in place with a white lily clip that I got her for her birthday a few months prior. The sleeves of her baby blue cardigan rolled up slightly to avoid making a mess, and the white dress with little blue flowers clinging to her figure, her work apron tied neatly around her waist.

A small smile unknowingly makes its way on to my face as I walk up to the counter.

"And there you go Terry! Have a great day at work and i'll see you tomorrow morning," she says to the man.

"Thank you, Sunshine, see you!" the man yells as he makes his way out of the cafe.

"Never seen anyone so chipper in the morning", I say as she has her back to me, turning around quickly in surprise before the biggest grin makes its way across her beautiful face.

"Baby!", she squeals before running out from behind the counter and launching herself into my arms, "I missed you so much!" she giggles.

"I missed you too my darling," I reply, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent of roses, coffee and vanilla.

She loosened her grip from around my neck, lowing her down to the ground, with me standing now a few inches taller. I stare into her bright green eyes before getting lost in them, tilting her face towards me before connecting my lips with her. She sighs into my mouth kissing me back immediately.

As we part, she gasps, looking at my forehead where a small cut from the recent mission I had been on was.

"What happened?!" She says worriedly, checking me over quickly with concern clear in her eyes.

"No my love, just a little scratch, I promise i'm alright." I say, causing her eyes to look back up to mine, unshed tears filling them. "No no honey I swear i'm alright, it's just a little cut see?", I say, moving my hair out of the way in attempt to not let the tears fall.

She sniffles quietly, "Well if you're sure you're ok. Would you like a coffee? I have a new raspberry cake recipe I tried this morning," She says, obviously trying to change the topic to avoid her worry.

"That sounds wonderful my darling", I reply, tucking a lose piece of hair behind her ear. She smiles brightly up at me. As I take a seat at the table in the corner, I think back to the day we first met almost a year ago.

Wondering aimlessly around the city, I think back to the mission we had just been on. I was supposed to be watching over Steve and Bucky, however the idiots ran off while I was fighting a few agents, resulting in me loosing them, resulting in Barnes getting shot in the shoulder as they were ambushed. As i'm lost in my thoughts, I end up at a small little cafe.

'Belle Fleur?' I thought to myself. Realising how hungry I was, I decide to walk inside.

I walk up to the counter as a blonde woman fixes another drink.

"There you go Mary! Tell the kids I say hi," she says to the woman as she hands her her drink.

"Will do Delilah, oh I must get going, and you have another customer," the woman, Mary, teases as she walks away.

The blonde waitress turns to face me and I feel my face begin to warm up. She's breathtaking, her bright green eyes looking up at me, her smile that lights up the room, her gleaming blonde hair. She's wearing a floral yellow skirt which stops mid thigh, a white sweater tucked into the top of it with a yellow cardigan on to match her skirt. I snap out of daydream as she waves her hand in my face.

"Hellooo, anybody in there?", she chuckles, her voice as soft as silk.

"Hi, s-sorry", I stutter, confused as to how this woman I just met was able to get that reaction out of me.

"It's alright! What can I get you this beautiful morning?" she asks, her bright smile never wavering.

"Uh, i'll just get a black coffee, a-and a BLT, please?" I request gazing into her eyes.

"Of course, that'll be $5.68 please", she says as she turns away to get the coffee machine started, I tap my card and wait at the end of the counter, watching her work so smoothly.

"Whats um, whats your name?", I manage to ask. The angel turns to me with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow and points at her apron, the name 'Delilah' printed on it. "Sorry, didn't see that", I mutter embarrassed. To my surprise she laughs.

"It's alright, a lot of people miss it, and you seemed to be a little distracted anyway", she says with a teasing tone, making my cheeks turn an even deeper red. "How about you?"

"W-what?", I ask confused.

She giggles, setting my coffee and sandwich down on a tray in front of me before clarifying, "Your name?"

"Oh, it's Nova", I murmur with a slight smile in her direction.

"Lovely to meet you Nova", she replies, sticking her hand out. I take it giving it a gentle shake, holding on a little longer than necessary causing her to blush. However we are ripped out of the moment by the bell of the front door chiming announcing a customer.

"I hope you enjoy Nova, and maybe i'll see you again?", she asks with a hopeful tone, biting her bottom lip slightly.

"Definitely", I reply with a smile of my own before she turns away to the customer.

I sit down at a table and keep taking subtle glances at her as she works. After visiting a few more times I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes, we had been together ever since.

"Here you go honey. It's a peach and raspberry cake, let me know what you think!", Lilah says before placing a plate and a cup of coffee down before me.

She begins to ramble on about what I missed while I was away, I take my time to observe her features, wondering how the hell I go so lucky. Customers come and go as other waitresses serve them, as Delilah is the owner, she usually does some of the early shifts as she is the only one in to open up and starts baking for the day.

She goes back to work around 9am, I decide to grab some groceries before heading back to the compound.

I walk through the doors and make my way to the common room where everyone is. Steve, Bucky and Sam chatting at the breakfast bar, Natasha slapping Tonys hand away from her pancakes, Bruce and Wanda discussing their plans for the day, I try to sneak over to the fridge, but Wanda sees me walk in.

"Hey Nova! You been out already?", she enquires, the everyone else turning to see me walking through the doors.

I nod my head as I begin putting food away.

"We were gonna ask you if you wanted to join us for a run this morning but FRIDAY said you left already", Sam says from behind me.

"Went for a run myself, got a coffee then grabbed some groceries", I say, shutting the fridge and walking to my room to get ready for training.

*Avengers POV*

"Am I the only one who thinks shes been acting weird recently?", Bucky says to the rest of the team.

"I noticed she's been going out more but it's been like that for almost a year now", Bruce mutters.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda suggests to the group.

"Ha! Are you kidding?! The womans terrifying", Tony says in disbelief.

"Yeah but some people are into that", Sam mutters staring at his cereal bowl.

"Guys i'm sure she would tell us if she was in a relationship", Steve addresses the group.

"Hmm, you sure about that Cap?", Natasha says smirking.

"Do you know something Romanoff?", Tony accuses the spy.

"I know everything about everyone, i'm surprised none of you have picked up on it. How she's always leaving after mission, isn't here most of the time, you guys should really pay attention more", the redhead rolls her eyes.

"Oh god, shes in a gang isn't she. I knew it", Tony sighs in mock exasperation.

"Or a cult, I feel like thats more believable", Bucky states pointing his fork at the man.

"Ok Nat seriously what do you kno- and shes gone", Sam asks, "So, who's gonna follow her with me tomorrow?"

Bucky and Steve reply instantly, "Me!" "Sam no!"

So that's how Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Steve all end up following Nova the next morning.

"I bet she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda mutters as the follow her down the busy streets of New York.

"We've been following her for almost an hour now, I feel like we're running round in circles", Sam complains.

"Nova just texted me", Natasha announces to the group, making everyone stop and turn to her, waiting to see what she said, "Stop following me, and seriously, caps and sunglasses aren't disguises"

"Shit we lost her", Tony says looking around for the woman.

"We'll just confront her when she gets home, come on", the Captain ushers, "wait what does she mean caps and sunglasses aren't good disguises, I thought they worked!"

*20 minutes later*

"Can we stop for coffee or something? I'm in need of a caffeine recharge?", the billionaire complains.

"Sure, there's a cafe up there, 'Belle Fleur'", Steve says.

"Butcher the french pronunciation why don't you Cap", Natasha mutters.

As the Avengers walk through the door, they stop as they see Nova sitting in the corner, across from her is a gorgeous blonde.

"Holy shit, she has friends?", Bucky asks the group.

"Hey Delilah", Natasha calls out, the blonde turning around running up to hug the woman with a squeal of 'Natty!', as Nova sits there in shock, staring at her team.

*Nova's POV*

'What the hell are they doing here, and how does Natasha know my girl'

"Hey Lilah, how's the cafe been?", I hear the redhead ask.

"Uhh Nat, who's this?", Bucky asks.

"Oh sorry. I'm Delilah! I own this cafe", my girl says with a bright smile, "would you guys like to sit down and I can get you a coffee?"

"Actually they were just leaving, right guys?", I say from behind Delilah, glaring at the group.

"But they just got here, baby", she mutters, staring at me with sad eyes.

"Baby?!", Tony exclaims, gaining the attention of a few customers.

"Well we were actually looking to grab a coffee, can we sit anywhere?", Steve asks with a polite smile, ignoring me glaring holes into his forehead.

"Yep! I'll be over in a few to see what you guys want, the menu's are on the tables", Delilah says before running off behind the counter to clean up before our order.

"So," Bucky begins, "you're not in a cult?"

"Nat how do you know Lilah?", I ask, ignoring the brunette as we make our way over to an empty table.

"You started coming here more often so I wanted to see why, turns out it wasn't for the coffee", she says wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Is no one else wondering why she called that girl 'baby'?", Stark asks.

"Because they're dating Tony, I thought you were smart", Nat counters.

"How?! Shes- and youre so- how is that even possible", he splutters out.

"Do you guys know what you want?", Delilah asks in a soft voice, nervous to be interrupting.

"We'll just get 8 coffees, hopefully you'll join us? So we can get to know Nova's girlfriend?", Steve asks.

Her face lights up, "I'd love to! I'll just go grab those coffees for you all", she says smiling.

"She is just a little ray of sunshine, and you really aren't", Sam says glancing back at the woman as she begins making the drinks.

"Leave her alone Sam, she seems lovely Nova", Wanda says looking towards me.

"Yeah, she is", I murmur, the group collectively 'aww'ing as I smile subconsciously, quickly stopping as I turn to scowl at them all.

"Here you guys go!", Delilah says happily, placing the tray of coffees onto the table.

"Thank you darling", I reply, Tony about to say something about the pet name before Steve hits him on the back of the head.

We sit around the table for what feels like hours, Delilah getting along with everyone seamlessly. Chatting about everything from mission to her cafe, things about her family and our relationship. I received a smack from Wanda after she revealed we had been together for almost a year.

They all take turns saying their goodbyes, making her promise she'll visit the compound sometime, then all walk outside to let us say bye in private.

"Well that went well I think", she mutters wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Better than I thought", I reply, kissing her temple.

"So, can I come visit the compound sometime?", she asks with a hopeful expression.

"I'd love for you to my love", I reply with a smile, before kissing her gently.

We pull away, leaning our foreheads together. "I love you so much Delilah", I say quietly.

"I love you too Nova", she replies with that gorgeous smile of hers.

Outside of the cafe, the Avengers watch the exchange with smiles on their faces.

"I never in a million years thought Nova would be with someone who's the complete opposite of her", Sam says.

"Well you know what they say", Bucky begins,

"Opposites attract"

Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry if it was kinda shit i'm not the best writer. Let me know if you'd like to see more of Nova and Delilah!

#avengers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #marvel #ocs #original character #wlw love #girlfriend #oc x oc

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut!!, overstimulation, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk and begging, very very subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, slight angst??, awkwardness, pining

Bucky’s heart was racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming. It was never easy to watch that scene of you being fucked by somebody else— even if it wasn’t real, and even if it was technically your character that was getting fucked— but it was going to be an entirely new struggle with you a foot away, laying next to him on your bed.

“We only did two takes of this,” you remembered, talking over the conversation on-screen. The smash cut to you being shoved against a wall, lips fighting for dominance in a searing kiss, made you chuckle. “This we had to do, like, a million takes.”

Bucky’s hand tightened into a fist at the idea of you kissing this guy over and over. “I’m sure he was real broken up about that,” he grumbled sardonically.

“No, I promise he actually was,” you defended, “I was terrible. I kept laughing and ruining it, and it meant we had to keep starting over.”

That relieved some of his jealousy, hopeful that laughing meant you weren’t attracted to your co-star or turned on by filming a love scene. He still felt his heart clench as he watched your shirt get pushed up and two hands (both flesh, like he was showing off or something) grab at your breasts. Sooner than he was prepared for it, you were being thrown down onto the bed and moaning loudly, nails digging into his back as he stared down at you.

“I can’t even imagine how many guys have gotten off to this scene,” you shuddered.

I can’t believe I’m one of them, Bucky thought as he swallowed dryly. “What about the guys on set?” he wondered aloud. “Do they ever, you know, get…” he whistled and pointed his finger up straight, hoping it was enough to get the idea across.

You laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “They have tape for that, to keep everything down in case they get a little too into it.”

Glancing to the screen, he wondered how this guy didn’t pop the tape right off.

“Have you ever…?” Bucky pressed, heart rate picking up as he pushed the boundaries a little bit.

“Have I ever… been turned on, while filming?” you finished his question. “No,” you scoffed, sounding bemused and taking another swig of your drink.

“Why not?”

“I guess they’re just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Movie stars aren’t your type?” Bucky joked, but your answer was completely serious.

“Nope.”

He nodded slowly as he contemplated that, taking a moment to build up the courage to ask his next question. “What is your type?”

You smirked a little, and he wasn’t sure at all what it meant aside from the fact that he was done for. Whatever you were gonna say was sure to break his heart. “Tall, dark, not famous…”

He could so picture you picking up fans at bars; you must have no trouble at all finding guys to mess around with. Yep, totally heartbreaking.

“Good driver…” you continued, voice a little quieter and a little deeper.

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously. “I guess that rules me out.”

“What? You’re great; haven’t even blown any red lights or made illegal U-turns.”

“I mean, good drivers don’t eavesdrop on their passengers,” he explained, “especially when they’re with tall, dark, not-famous friends of theirs in the back.”

You laughed a little, half-lidded eyes looking him up and down. He felt very exposed under your gaze. “I didn’t mind,” you shrugged.

Oh god, oh fuck, Bucky’s mind raced, we’re talking about it. All this time and we’re finally talking about it. What the fuck do I say? “I still shouldn’t have—” he began.

“I wanted you to,” you interrupted firmly.

“You… wanted me to look?”

“Wanted you to do a lot more than that,” you admitted.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, entirely devoid of thoughts or words or ideas on what to do in the moment. Sure, it was pretty heavy flirting, but it wasn’t necessarily an invitation. You said wanted, past tense, it didn’t mean you wanted him now. Maybe you were just letting him know he missed his chance. If he did the wrong thing and upset you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Seemed like you were pretty satisfied with what he was doing,” he remembered, hearing the waver in his voice and cringing.

“Only cause I was thinking about you,” you grinned. “I do that a lot, actually. I’m just usually alone when I do it…”

He shivered as you shifted onto your side and leaned towards him, reaching across his body to set your beer down on the bedside table next to him; with you so close, he feared his heart would beat out of his chest. With the beer set aside, all you had to do was let your hand pull back to rest on his chest, and lift your leg up to rest on his, and you were straddling his side like it was the most simple, casual thing in the world.

But it wasn’t. It was the most insane thing that had ever happened to him. He looked down at you and blinked a few times, confident the hallucation would end but nope, he could feel the warmth of you radiating through his clothes, threatening to burn him alive.

“I’m usually in this bed, right here,” you continued slowly, and he had trouble keeping track of what you were saying with your finger trailing along his chest through his shirt, “warm under the covers, wearing a lot less than this, knowing you’re just a few rooms away and wishing you would come in here and touch me…”

"I’m here now,” he replied, just louder than a whisper. “Can I touch you?"

“Take off the gloves,” you requested softly. He was quick with the right one, but hesitated before removing the left— the moment of truth. Your breath hitched as the light caught the golden and black metal, and he winced.

“That bad?”

“No, no,” you denied, “it’s… sort of beautiful, actually.”

With you wrapped around his left side, it was natural for his right hand to move up your thigh. His left hand brushing against your face seemed to surprise you, though.

"I'm sorry, is it cold?" he asked gently.

"A little," you giggled, "but I don't mind."

Demonstrating how little you minded, in fact, you slowly kissed the tips of his bionic fingers, getting more and more adventurous until you were suddenly slipping two of them into your mouth and down past your throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that technology made him capable of feeling the wet warmth of your mouth on his fingers.

"Just skin everywhere else, right?" you smirked. "It's not a Swiss army knife down there?"

"Nope," he laughed, "flesh an' blood."

The blood aspect was especially salient as his cock filled so fast he thought he might pass out. Your hand slipped down and started to ghost over the front of his jeans, and he fought every instinct to keep from bucking up into your hand. You started to go for his belt but he sat up a bit.

“Wait,” he requested, clutching your shoulders a little; as soon as you looked back at him, he pulled you into a kiss, probably a little too aggressively but he was too pent up to care. After all this waiting, he actually had to hold himself back a bit compared to how he really wanted to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours slowly but with determination— and it was you, in the end, that started to slide your tongue along his lips until he opened them, giving him a chance to taste your mouth like he’d dreamed of for so long. Past the beer was the unmistakable flavor of you, and he was instantly addicted to it. His arms wrapped around you and held you close, one hand tangling in your hair a bit as you started to lean into his palm. Your hands clutched at his shirt, the warmth of your touch managing to permeate through to his skin, and he heard the softest moan from you right against his lips. It was perfection, and he would’ve been happy to stay like that forever if it weren’t for you sitting up to straddle him. He couldn’t decide if it was the sight of you on top of him, or the weight of your body on his, or the feeling of your thighs clenching a bit just above his throbbing cock— it was probably all three, but he suddenly became so needy for you that his head was spinning.

Still absorbed in the kiss, he reached down and gently pulled at the knot holding your robe shut, letting it fall open before pushing it off your shoulders slowly. You smiled against his lips and sat up, taking it off the rest of the way to reveal your entire nudity underneath. You’d think that he would’ve wished to be naked with you, and that certainly would’ve made a few of his ideas a lot easier to act upon, but something about your bare body compared to his covered one— something about your mound grinding on his jeans like that— drove him fucking wild.

“God, baby,” he praised with a purr, running his hands all over whatever he could reach. A movie could never do a body like this justice. It deserved to be appreciated and worshipped in person, which was exactly what he planned to do.

“Your turn,” you giggled as you leaned down, unbuttoning his shirt hastily. He was proud of the way you bit down on your lip as his skin was exposed, though he was also a bit embarrassed to reveal he was wearing his dog tags underneath. “A little more metal under here than I was expecting,” you smirked, trailing an errant finger over the silver chain. “There’s always more to you than meets the eye… what other secrets are you hiding, hm?”

Right now, he wanted you to have all his secrets. He wanted to give you everything. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted first.

“I don’t think that’s that much of a secret,” you smirked as you finished the last button.

He sat up to help you discard the shirt, shivering as your touch trailed over his chest, his abs; then his scars, and the rest of the arm. He used it to pull you down by your neck for another kiss, testing the waters by getting a touch rougher and letting more of his desperation seep through. You responded very well, your moans gliding from your tongue onto his as your hips started to rock on top of his. “Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he gently mocked, smiling as he started to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. “Ridin’ me through my jeans, like a damn teenager dry-humping after prom.”

“Hnng, Bucky,” you choked, slowing down.

He grabbed your hips with both hands. “Hey, I didn’t say to stop.”

With a moan and renewed vigor, you moved faster on top of him, the rough denim clearly a bit too much for your sensitive clit as your thighs began to quiver where they were clamped down around his. The stimulation on his cock, alternatively, was rather dulled through such thick clothing— it was just enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to get him too near coming, which was the way he wanted it at the moment. If anything, it was the sight of you rubbing yourself on him desperately that put his restraint at risk.

“Can you feel how hard I am, baby?” he growled a little. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You nodded with a little gasp. "God, Bucky, I want it in me now."

"Not yet, pretty girl,” he soothed with a smirk. “I need to taste you first."

He flipped you onto your back and settled on top of you between your legs; he kissed you one more time, resisting the urge to rub his hips on yours again before heading down south to suck your nipple between his lips. You were so sensitive, moaning loudly each time his tongue circled the bud, and he moaned at the feeling of the skin hardening against his tongue. He made sure to give some attention to the other one before making a show of kissing down your chest and stomach, looking back up at you with a stare that he could only hope carried all the weight that he was feeling.

"I get it," you grinned down at him, "this is how you reclaim your territory. You're gonna do what he did to me, but so much better until I can't even remember his name, right?"

"Sweetheart, you didn't even remember his name thirty seconds after it happened,” he reminded you between kisses, moving lower and lower on the bed.

"So you're not trying to assert dominance over sexual competition?" you pressed with a gleam of challenge in your eyes.

"You need to stop reading those evolutionary biology books," he laughed, but then got a bit more stern. "Think of it this way: I don't see any of those stupid boys as competition. They're nothing. It's you who needs to know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can."

That seemed to shut you up for the moment, and he smirked before getting back to work kissing along your spread thighs and shaking hips. He could already smell your need in the air, intoxicating to the point that he struggled to stay focused on mercilessly teasing you. He wanted to taste you so bad, but he needed to hear you beg him for it. He started with one finger gently exploring your folds, slow and light, until he felt your hips trying to push up into him for more stimulation. Then all he had to do was kiss that spot right on the inside of your thigh that wasn’t quite where you wanted him, and you arched your back with a desperate whine. “Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

He laughed a little, amused by your little sobs and the way your hands clutched at the comforter beneath you. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth,” you gasped.

“Where do you want it?” he asked innocently.

You snarled with irritation but answered anyway. “My pussy.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he encouraged, voice getting deeper on accident as his own arousal became too intense to ignore.

You growled frustratedly but got what he was getting at. “I need your mouth on my pussy, Bucky, please…”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, darlin’? All you had to do was ask,” he grinned as he roughly grabbed your thighs and buried his face in between them, sloppily exploring you with his tongue until your taste coated his mouth and overwhelmed all his senses.

“Fuck!” you yelped, shivering against him. “Oh god, yes, Bucky, oh my god…”

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” he asked, pulling back just as much as he needed to to speak.

“Yes, Bucky, just like that,” you nodded wildly, “feels so good, don’t fucking stop, please—”

He dove in again, finding a pattern that allowed him to suck on your clit and push his tongue inside you simultaneously. That was the combination that seemed to rile you up most, your hands searching for something to hold on to until they suddenly found purchase gripping his hair, guiding him as your hips bucked against his face. That was fine with him— more than that, in fact, cause he thought it was so sexy when you demanded control like that— until you switched from pulling him in to pushing him away. That wouldn’t do at all; with a growl, he grabbed your wrists and forced them down beside you, holding them firm as he licked at you rougher and faster.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you sobbed, back arching so much that he had to fight to keep you in his mouth, “right there, right there— oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He nodded, but it wasn’t permission; it was ‘of course you are.’

Your walls clenched so hard that your entire sex was pulsing in his mouth, your taste getting stronger in the same way your moans got louder. He wanted to hold you there as long as you could, and that turned out to be quite a while; he stopped when your screams of pleasure started to push too far into pain, finally letting you rest… for a moment, that is.

He watched your panting breaths catch as he slowly pushed a finger into your hole; it was still pulsing a little bit from the orgasm, and was unbearably hot and wet.

"Fuck, this pretty little pussy is tryin' to suck me in, you see that? Wants me so bad…"

"M-more, Bucky, please," you whispered. He obeyed and slipped in a second finger, slowly twisting and trying to open you up for him.

"You like that, pretty girl?" he asked with a smile as he watched your back arch, returning to suck on your clit without waiting for an answer. He relished the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, taking mental note of where he had to touch you to make them clench around his head. You kept repeating 'yes' but he didn't think it was intended as an answer to his question because he was pretty sure you hadn't even heard the question. Still, it was answer enough nonetheless.

He could tell it wouldn't take that long to get you there again, with your g-spot all swollen from the last one. He didn't push too hard on it yet, just letting his fingers curl ever so slightly to apply a teasing amount of pressure.

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" you moaned between sobs.

His cock seemed to process that question before his brain did. "Yes," he answered quickly, even though he thought it was rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Then get on with it," you suggested desperately. "Come on up here and fuck me."

"I'm not done with this yet," he insisted.

Your head fell back as you hissed frustratedly through your teeth. "Damn you and your… thoroughness."

"No point in doing anything if you're not gonna do it right," he laughed. "Besides, I couldn't stop now when you're about to come."

You looked back at him for a second like you didn't agree with that assessment, until he curled his fingers again and your walls rippled erratically around him. "Fuck," you shuddered. “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please,” you sobbed, “I need it so bad, I need you inside me— Bucky, pleasepleaseplease—”

He growled against your skin, struggling to resist that but desperate to make you come just one more time before he gave in. His cock really hated that he wasn’t giving you what you wanted, throbbing and weeping another drop of precum just to remind him of his own desperation. But he stayed strong, focusing on his task as he felt your walls tighten around him with another orgasm.

You nearly screamed with this one, your voice breaking as your nails dug into the bed beneath you. You looked fucking perfect with your head thrown back in pleasure like that— and you tasted even better as a gush of your arousal coated his tongue.

He kept circling your bud with his tongue until you started to sob a little and try to push him off of you, “can’t take anymore, please—”

And he took pity on you, for once— or maybe it was moreso pity on himself as he sat up and palmed himself through his jeans. He was so hard it hurt, and you looked like you could tell by the way you looked up at him: a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, still, even with the way they’d glazed over a bit from coming so hard. “Get over here,” you purred as you sat up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him again as your hands slipped down to clutch at his chest.

Of everything he’d imagined, he had never even thought to consider what it would be like to be undressed by you. Those nimble fingers fiddling with his belt, working open his fly and zipper with such unabashed desperation, like you needed him more than you’d ever needed anything… truly, it was intoxicating.

Then again, it was nothing compared to your hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock. He was sure he’d never gotten so much out of just one touch before, and he had to fight off the moan bubbling in his throat. Your hands were so soft as they started to gently stroke him; his hips moved of their own accord as they started to thrust into your grasp.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned, “please, Bucky, need it so bad.”

Entirely speechless as this point, all he could do was nod as he pushed your hands off of him, pushing his jeans off quickly so as to be away from you as briefly as he could manage— and then he was on you again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, moaning when he finally let his cock brush between your legs for a moment. Even just that and he was already coated in your slick: the rewards of demanding to be thorough, clearly.

“Please,” you sobbed, “put it in me, can’t wait any more, I’ve waited so long…”

It almost made him stop to think, because it was ambiguous if you just meant tonight or more. But you were begging him for his cock so he wasn’t really in any position to think.

So many times he had wondered if your real moans sounded anything like your fake ones from the movie. He fantasized for months about a chance to make the comparison. But with you in front of him, under him, biting down on your lip as he pushed into your perfect warmth, he couldn’t even remember that you’d ever been in a movie. He couldn’t think about anything else but this moment, right now, and he didn’t want to.

“God, Bucky,” you sighed, as if the two were being regarded at the same level in your mind— and he wasn't even halfway in yet.

Equal parts of him wanted to ease you into it and to tear you in half. You'd always ignited this paradox in him, this instinct to protect and to destroy, this desire to cherish you and dominate you, but it was most apparent now. It made him worry that he could never really give you what you deserved, but naturally, he was at his most selfish in this moment. He had only just begun to push himself into you and he was ready to justify anything to get the rest of the way and bury himself to the hilt.

Your body opened up to him slightly, enough that he felt mostly right about going a little deeper; you gasped and clutched at his forearm, and that was only just barely enough to stop him as a sick pressure of arousal made his gut twist. Oddly enough, your nails biting into his skin did more to egg him on than it did to slow him down.

He kept his eyes trained on where your bodies were joined, watching in awe at the way you looked stretched out around him; he could feel your struggle to take him in the way your walls quivered and quaked, but he could hear how much you enjoyed it as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"I want it all, Bucky, please," you begged. Just because he needed to, he was rough with the last inch— not enough for it to be really brutal, but plenty to elicit a precious little sob from you.

It felt so good to be all the way in you that it nearly made him dizzy.

"Baby," you whispered, and it sounded just like the way you'd said it in the back of the car, just like the way he'd committed to memory and stowed away in his mind to visit whenever he needed to feed his addiction.

How could his chest not burn with jealousy when he remembered that night? How could he cope with that jealousy with anything but pinning you down and fucking you hard and fast like it was the end of the goddamn world?

You all but screamed as he did it, your whole body shaking as he pounded into you. He feared it would be more than you could handle but you went from wet to dripping in an instant, your moans loud and hoarse but undeniably a sound of pleasure. It turned him on even more to know that you liked getting fucked this hard; maybe he didn't need to worry so much about holding back, if this was gonna make you bite your lip and look up at him like that.

"Bucky, oh my god," you sighed, a hint of disbelief in your tone, "it's so good, fuck, you feel so good…"

He wanted to hear more, but he couldn't resist capturing your lips in a kiss first, sloppy and aggressive and needy but overall perfect. It was almost like he could taste your moans as they vibrated over his tongue, until he could barely tell his apart from yours anymore. Pulling back, his dog tags were dangling over your face, and you looked so damn good with his name tickling your skin.

When he lifted your legs and pushed them back up into your chest, you snarled and clutched at the sheets beneath you. "Too deep?" he asked, not sure himself if it was concern or taunting or somewhere in the middle.

"So fucking deep," you answered, "but not too deep."

"Then maybe I'm not deep enough," he smirked, and you laughed.

"You're trying to ruin me, is that it?" you pressed.

He was afraid to be entirely honest, but your tone wasn't one of fear. "Something like that," he admitted after a moment.

"It's working," you sighed as you pulled him down by the chain of his tags, kissing him again as your arms slipped around his neck and held him close.

His hands squeezed your thighs, before taking a detour to run up and down your legs. It made you shiver, and he felt it from inside you which was overwhelmingly erotic. The time he’d spent making you come so many times was paying off: for one, you were so wet it made him feel a little-lightheaded, but also it meant that he felt familiar with your body now. He knew what it meant when your walls tightened just so, when you bit your lip that way, when your moans sounded all breathy and strained. That being, of course, that you were about to come— and he couldn’t wait for you to come just from being fucked, make a mess all over his cock.

And yet, there was still so much more to discover: like how it felt when your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside, or when your fingers dug into his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Gonna come,” you warned him with half-lidded eyes and your mouth fallen slack, “oh my god, Bucky, you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled and tightened his grip on your thigh— something to stabilize him as he fought so hard to stave off his own orgasm. You felt so good and he could probably come just from the sight of you like this anyways, let alone being inside you right now. Think about baseball think about baseball think about baseball—

“Yes!” you screamed. “Right there, oh fuck, Buckyyyyy!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, completely unable to think about anything but you, lost in the way you cried out his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him so perfectly.

Maybe he was disturbed for thinking you looked pretty with your eyes filling with tears. He was definitely disturbed for taking some pride in making you cry. Of course, only because he was making you cry from this. If he had it his way, Bucky would make you cry in only this way, every day, forever— and make sure nobody made you cry in any other way, while he was at it. You hiccuped your sob as he continued to pound into you, refusing to let up even as he leaned down to kiss away your tears. “S-so good,” you mumbled weakly, “Bucky… please…”

"Fuck, gonna come— I'm gonna come," he stammered his warning.

"Inside me, please," you whimpered, "I want it inside me."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, shaking his head in some form of exhausted shock. You grinned, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you until your lips brushed against his ear.

"Bucky, I want you to come inside me," you repeated in a slow whisper. "I want every drop of your come in my pussy, I wanna be so full of you, I wanna feel it leaking out all night, I want you to make me yours."

How was he supposed to hold back anymore, with you talking like that? With you weaving your fingers into his hair and tightening your legs around his hips, with you kissing him deeply and suddenly? A weak moan was lost to your lips as he filled you, warmth washing over every part of him until he thought he might just melt. You smiled against him, and he summoned just enough strength to not collapse on top of you and surely crush you with his weight. Instead, he gave you one last kiss before burying his face in your neck, laughing exhaustedly.

"Mine, huh?” he remembered. “You really mean it?"

You hummed quietly, holding him tightly. "I probably shouldn't answer that question just after you made me come a dozen times."

"No no, you should,” he pressed as he pushed up to hover over you.

You smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm yours, Bucky."

He growled, leaning down to give your neck light teasing kisses. "Fuck, keep talkin' like that and I'll double that dozen."

"My body couldn't take it," you asserted.

"I'd make you take it," he promised.

You bit down on your lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. You weren't as good at feigning innocence as you seemed to think.

"Oh, you like that," he posited. "Maybe someday I'll tie you down and make you come until all you know how to do is say my name, hm?"

"Bet it wouldn't even take you that long," you admitted. "I already feel pretty braindead."

Testing that theory, he reached down and drew light circles over your swollen clit with his thumb, even just that subtle touch making your legs and inner walls quiver as your back arched.

"Bucky," you whimpered as you tried to push his hand away, "s'too much, please…"

"Nuh uh, pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart again. You know how many times I dreamed of making you come?"

You shook your head.

"Me either, but I wanna keep doing it until I feel like I've reached a number that at least comes close. I've finally got you in my arms and I won't let you go until I've made up for all the time I wasted."

Notably, his cock which had begun to soften inside you was now getting hard again, from some combination of watching you and feeling you in this moment.

“How do you feel about a second round?” he suggested with a smirk, even as his muscles ached already. Your eyes went wide but your walls clenched, too. That was answer enough for him. “I might break you,” he warned.

“Promise?” you smirked.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Ignorant | Steve Rogers

Wow I was really going through it with this one, huh? I think I listened to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence for the entire two hours it took to write this. I never write this fast-- I'm really going through it LOL! I hope you enjoy lovelies! It's the first Steve fic for Dinner at DIzzy's!

Appetizers (Tags): Angst

Entres (Pairing): Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 3: “Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Notes: This has a ton of swearing, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 1.8k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean you have the right to be an asshole, Steve!” Y/n hisses at the man, fists balled at her side.

She’s not going to swing. She would never swing on him— at least she doesn’t think she would— but right now she’s so damn close. All day he’s been pushing her around, yelling at her for the slightest trip ups. Yelling at all of them. She understands that being fugitives isn’t easy but holy shit can the man chill out for five minutes? She fell asleep in the backseat of the car for five fucking minutes! Certainly that doesn’t warrant the hour tongue lashing she just got. It does, however, warrant her retaliation.

He takes a step towards her, face twisted in a snarl unlike anything she’s ever seen before. “Watch your language!”

She doesn’t back down— she’s not scared of him. “Don’t fucking yell at me then! Stop being a dick!”

She doesn’t feel bad for the insult or the way he flinches, his eyes darkening immensely. She had tried to politely ask him for space thirty minutes ago and he didn’t give her any. If he gets to blow off steam or whatever the fuck he’s doing than so will she.

“I’ll stop being a dick when you get some common sense!”

Steve’s raising his own voice now, getting right in her face, and she only pushes forward, her cheeks filling with heat and her stomach clenching painfully. The audacity of this man is incredible. His usual light eyes are a deep navy color now, almost black from his blown pupils. He looks crazy— she doesn’t doubt that she does as well. She would bet money that she looks insane.

“I fell asleep for five fucking minutes and Sam was right fucking next to me! What the fuck is your problem?” She’s doing it on purpose now— if he doesn’t want her to swear then that’s all she’s going to do.

Maybe it’s the triple F-bomb that has the sound of feet pounding against concrete echoing through their shoddy apartment. Maybe it’s just the yelling in general. Either way it’s a good thing that Natsaha and Sam come sprinting in from the other room of the two room complex because if they hadn’t then she’s sure her fist would be cracking against the jaw of Captain Douchebag right now.

“Woah, woah, woah— what the hell’s going on in here?” Sam is quick to get in the middle of them, pushing the super soldier to one end of the room while Nat yanks on y/n’s hoodie. “We could hear you idiots from the stairwell.”

Y/n struggles against Nat for a moment, vision tinted red at the edges. From across the room Steve glares at her, seething. She can practically feel the hatred pouring off of him. It stings at her chest, biting into her veins. He would have kept yelling at her if they hadn’t stopped him, she just knows it. She wishes he would so she could scream back— her stomach and muscles are still tight and she’s aching to lay into him some more. She barely even started and now she feels like she’s about to bubble over.

“Seriously—” Nat tugs again and y/n stops fighting, opting instead to glower at the blonde from across the room— “What’s gotten into you two? You’re supposed to be the responsible ones!”

Steve tears his arm from Sam’s hold but doesn’t clear the space between them. “Why don’t you ask y/n—” he tilts his head, sneering again— “What was it you said ten minutes ago? Oh yeah— apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Why that little fucking— “Don’t put fucking words in my mouth!”

She storms past Natasha, dodging her arm as it flies out— you’re not the only trained markswoman here Nat. Steve does the same, bowling past Sam easily to meet her in the middle of the room.

“Why not? It’s what you meant right?” He’s in her face again, breath hot on her face, and she only retaliates by fuming right back.

She feels like a dragon facing down her enemy— she’s ready to burn the entire building down if it means lowering him a peg or five.

“Actually it wasn’t but now it is you narcissistic dick.”

She can feel Natasha start to pull on her hoodie again but she’s not done— not now. Not when she’s just gotten started.

“You just can’t handle hearing the truth y/n— you can’t handle it when I tell you what you did was wrong. That you could have gotten us fucking killed with your ignorance—”

Her veins flood with fire, her lips curling into a painful scowl. In that moment everything turns slow, her heartbeat a dull thump, thump, thump in her ears, drowning out the rest of his sentence. The only thing that gives away that he’s still speaking is his mouth moving, his teeth bared and ready to be knocked out.

Oh so she’s ignorant now is she? Yeah well fuck you Rogers!

This time the only thing that stops her fist from slamming into Steve’s jaw is Sam catching it mid air, her knuckles slapping off his palm and bringing the sounds in the room rushing back to her at full force. She stumbles back with the impact but the soldier catches her, steadying her on her feet with a worried look in his soft brown eyes. It feels like she’s been underwater for days, her ears popping painfully as she gasps for breath.

“—s enough Steve!” When y/n blinks Nat is shoving her palm against the super soldier’s chest. “You need to back the hell off!”

She doesn’t realize until her eyelashes stick to her cheeks that they’re wet. That she’s crying. The sobs catch up to her when it registers, wracking through her with a force strong enough to have her whole body shaking. Sam is the first to notice, reaching out for her but she backs away, shaking her head. The room falls silent, three pairs of eyes now trained on her but she’s only looking at one pair of wide blue ones. Steve’s chest is heaving up and down, a cross between a feral and a confused look slathered across his features.

The look ignites the last of the dying spark inside her, her hand landing against her chest, wrapping around the dog tags hanging off her neck and yanking until she hears a snap. She waits for the chain to pool in her hands before she whips the metal across the room, hitting him square in the chest with a roar that’s more animal than human tearing from her throat— you wanted flames and now you’re going to get them.

“I’m ignorant? Me? Did you ever stop to ask yourself why the fuck I fell asleep today?” She slips her hands into her hair, tugging so hard on the roots that her scalp feels like it’s burning. “How about because last night you came back from scouting three hours late and looking like you got mauled by a fucking bear? And I asked you what happened and you wouldn't tell me a goddamn thing! You— Mister fucking super serum whatever the fuck! You just went to bed and I spent the rest of the night listening to you gasp for air! Not knowing if the shit was even working or if I was going to wake up to you gone! I—”

Her voice cracks and she curses, scraping her wrist across her face to wipe away some of the hot tears pooling down her cheeks. They feel like trails of lava melting her skin as they rush over her jaw and drip onto the floor. Steve’s face has morphed completely during the span of her rant, his mouth falling open, lips no longer busted open like they had been last night but still horrifying to look at right now. She knows he wants to say something— maybe he even wants to apologize— but there’s no fucking way she’s letting him. She’s not finished yet.

“I spent all night wondering if I was going to lose you! That I would wake up and have nothing! You’re my everything and I thought you were going to die and you wouldn’t tell me anything. So yeah, I guess I’m ignorant! Fuck you too.”

Her throat is raw by the time she’s done spitting the words at him, her head fuzzy from a lack of oxygen and her waning rage. It’s giving way too quickly to sadness— to the agonizing kind of heartbreak that has all her organs seemingly shutting down. Her face is sticky and itchy and she needs to get away from him right now.

She turns to meet the stunned faces of Sam and Nat, swallowing hard and wincing at the way her esophagus stings. She’s not going to have a voice at all tomorrow— or for the next week at this rate. Sam’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head from how wide they are, his mouth open but— like Steve— no words are coming out. She flicks her eyes to Nat who, thankfully, springs into action, nodding her head to the door, the question clear in her eyes— want to get the fuck out of here? Y/n doesn’t answer, she just starts walking.

It’s in that moment that Steve snaps out of his stupor, racing to catch her at the door, warm hand curling gently around her wrist. She doesn’t even give herself a second to enjoy it— to fall into his touch and forget the agony in her chest— before she’s ripping her arm away from him, cradling it against her chest and backing away from him.

“Baby I—” His face is tight, his light brows creasing the middle of his forehead.

She can see it— the regret. It carves across his face, tugging his lips into a frown and making his eyes glass over. Her chest squeezes at the sight, her own eyes coating with a fresh sheen of tears. She wants to wrap her arms around him— to tell him that she forgives him and that she loves him and that she’s scared— but he did this not her and before she knows it she’s taking another step back, shoulder bumping into Nat’s as she shakes her head.

“I’m sleeping with Nat tonight. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Night, Steve.”

Steve’s face falls, the first of his tears pooling down his now angelic face, and as she hesitates. Maybe she should— she feels a tug on her hand, glancing down to where Natasha’s slender fingers wrap around her forearm. She doesn’t have the strength to fight her comrade as she pulls her past the door frame.

As the super soldier falls from her line of sight all she can hear is Sam’s exhausted voice—

“Let her go, man.”

—and she breaks.

#Steve Rogers #Captain America #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #nomad!steve #nomad!steve angst #steve rogers angst #captain america angst #nomad!steve x reader #nomad!steve x y/n #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #captain america fic #captain america imagine #mcu fic #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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kristaline2dmensimp · 3 years

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Marco x reader (NSFW)

Warning: Femdom(?), Unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

A/n: Its already oct 7 in my country!!! In all honesty this is my first time writing smut so bare with wrong grammars? 😅 also this is kind a birthday gift to myself. 😁

(ahem @thatbadbruja My friend and fellow Marco simp I won't definitely forget to tag you on my Marco's content. 👀)

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3rd person's POV

This last few days you couldn't sleep well since you started to have this fantasy with your lover a.k.a Marco appearing frequently in your dreams. Moreover, in an outrageous state.

Imagining about taking complete control during your sexy time with Marco's hands tied to the headboard panting and moaning, both body glistening in sweat- wouldn't leave your mind.

Succumbing to your desires, you embarrassingly confessed it to Marco which he responded with a raised brow, but didn't dismiss the idea of it. In fact, he's quite curious; he's more open about his kink and fetishes to you, so hearing you voice out your own desire he's more willing to oblige. Which resulted to being locked inside the privacy of your room, full on liplock sharing a hot intense kiss, pulling away only to breathe; discarding each other's clothing until you were left with only your undergarments and him being completely bare.

"Strawberry will be our safeword." You said pushing him down to the bed, with a small smirk on your face. "I think you're underestimating me Yoi." He chuckled pulling you on top of him mirroring your smirk as you straddle his waist.

Smiling you lean down to his ear before you grind against his pulsating cock, wiping the smirk from his face, prompting a deep groan from the Marco.

"Just a precaution, my dear." You whispered before smashing your lips on his, tongue on the mix, one hand caressing the tattooed part of his well toned chest to distract him while your other hand reached for something on your bedside table.

Marco, of course, isn't one to give up easily, so expect a little challenge from him. He smirked as he tried to gain momentum on the kiss.

Frowning, you hump hard enough into his hardened cock swallowing his moans of pleasure.

He tried to move his hand to touch you but felt half of his strength drained from his body. Pulling away for air, a string of saliva connecting you two, looking up, that's when he realized you had cuffed his hands to the headboard.

'when did....' Marco wondered in shock.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind being tied up for a little while." You said massaging his chest with a small grin.

"Really yoi? Seastone cuffs?" He asked panting fo air looking at you through half lidded eyes. He can't deny he's actually turned on by this.

"I know you're not complaining. So relax, I'll make sure you enjoy it." You said grinning as he gulp seeing the mischievous glint in yoir eyes that made his cock stiffer than usual.

"My, my. You seem really excited." You said feeling his hard member under your clothed sex.

"Well that's your effect on me." Grinning at his reply, you lean down kissing his lips soflty before traveling down to his neck and chest until you came face to face with his aching cock.

You took a hold of his hardened shaft pumping it slightly and his hips instinctively jerk into your hand.

"f-f*ck (____)." He groaned out throwing his head back into the pillow, hands clench and unclenching tugging on the restraints you put on him as you drag your tongue from the underside of his shaft to his tip, licking off the precum before swallowing him.

"Shit f*ck!" He grunted catching him off guard by starting immediately on a fast rhythm, bobbing your head up and down feeling his legs tense up.

"Haa...haa...sh*t you're honna make me cum faster than I thought." Marco moaned accompanied by the rattling of the chains at his futile attempt of breaking free. Not being able to touch your face, your hair, 'anything' are pure torture to him.

Feeling delighted knowing you were responsible for the sound of pleasure leaving his mouth, you suck roughly on his length hoping this would push him over the edge.

"(____) I'm c-cumming." Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you immediately pull away. "wha- hey." He whined from the lost contact leaving him fromt the peak of his orgasm. He lift his head to look at you, eyes filled with lust and out of breath.

"Do you wanna cum Marco?" You teased, stripping off your remaining undergarments. "If you're gonna cum.." You trailed off taking his hard shaft and aligning it at your entrance. "Then do it inside!" You finished your sentence as you slam yourself down, the delicious stretch, movement and the thickness of his cock made you moan louder.

"Wai–" He didn't had the chance to finish what he was saying when his body stilled, releasing a strangled groan as he came deep inside of you, back arching feeling the tightness of your walls.

Your body shivering from the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Haa...haa..you came so..much." You panted both of your face flushed red and body covered with sweat. Smiling you look at him in the eye.

"Round two babe? I haven't came yet." You coed and before he could comprehend the dangerous glint in your eyes, you began to lift your hips up before slamming it back down, eliticing the loud sweet moan out of Marco.

"(___) w-wait! I just ca~me." He moan throwing his head back on the pillow, restlessly clutching and tugging the restraints on his wrist, flexing the fine muscles of his arm.

"F*ck!" He cussed. Without the healing properties of his devil fruit, Marco could thoroughly feel the slight overstimulation mixed with pleasure coursing through his body. This may be the first time he felt this kind of sensations and boy it felt too good. The drool at the corner of his mouth and the way he he shut his eyes closed are the proof of it.

"Haa..fuck it." He panted before digging the heel of his feet down to the mattress, moving his hips to meet your thrust feeling determined to make you cum faster. "Ahh!" The action made you gasp and moan as he hit your sweet spot. Falling forward to his chest both of you were breathing heavily but your movements didn't falter still maintaining the fast rhythm.

"Don't think just because...I'm tied up with sea prism stone...I dont have the energy left....to f*ck you..yoi." He said in between breaths while looking at you straight in the eye. "heh, we'll see...about that." You responded picking up the pace.

Groaning, you two chase each other's lips, muffling the sound of pleasure only pulling away for air and your body began to tremble feeling your upcoming release. Your hands on his chest for support.

You shut your eyes closed as you bit your lower lip while Marco let out a hoarse moan feeling you clamp down on him.

Noticing this, Marco speed up his thrust knowing you're gonna cum sooner or later as he found your sweet spot intensifying your pleasure. He smirk watching as you gave off a lewd expression while wiping the drool off at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmm, feels too good." You said slamming down on his shaft matching his pace. Encouraged by your words, Marco continously hit your sweet spot that made you see stars until your orgasm hit you hard to the point you collapsed on top of him. With one last thrust he came deep insde you.

He gave off a rugged breaths as you pulled yourself off, shuddering at the oozing feeling of his release down your legs.

"That was....amazing." Marco stated catching his breath before looking at you. "It sure did." You responded staring back at him.

Marco felt a chill ran down his spine seeing the dangerous glint on ypir eyes haven't faded. He jolt at the feeling of your hand on his softening shaft trying to spring it back to life.

"Haa..(____) stop pls....f*ck!" Marco whined as he squirmed, already feeling sensitive, you had made him cum twice without even a few minutes break.

"Is it too much? Yoi can say the safeword dear." You stated, pausing your ministrations to give him the chance to reply, but you were met with silence his gaze full with lust and heavy breaths.

"I really shouldn't underestimated you. Hope your done with the few seconds break, Marco." You coed secretly pulling out a blindfold, both of you were clearly enjoying this.

Your alluring smirk was the last thing he sees before you put on the blindfold on him, his other senses heightens.

You lean down, capturing his lips swallowing his groans and moans while you kept stroking his shaft.

"The main event is yet to come." You whispered tugging his bottom lip, aligning his semi hardened shaft at your entrance, you began to slowly sink down making him moan loud from the overstimulation and his grip tightened at the chains of his restraints.

" Haa.. You're lucky that you put...ahh...seastone cuffs on me or else...ah sh*t You'd be at my mercy yoi." Marco said struggling to keep his moans down as you started bouncing up and down on his shaft.

You knew he'd never let you go easily and his statement is the proof of it, so why not make use the best of it?

Feeling him twitch, you smirked. "Too bad, I'm in control." You responded letting out an occasional moans when the tip of his cock graze ypur sweet spot.

Completely drowned in pleasure, Marco let out a strangle moan, flexing the veins and muscles of his arms as you made him cum for the third time yet your movements didn't falter.

"If I can only escape this cuf-" Marco didn't had the chance to finish his sentence when you captured his lips, tongue dancing together.

'haa...f*ck..' He thought feeling his impending release coming quicker than the last one.

"I'm coming master~" You grinned widely when Marco cussed out loud from hearing your words, both of your bodies were already covered in a thick sweat and exhaustion were taking over, yet you had the the gal to still tease him? Was what marco thought and he wonder when did you become so bold. But he wasn't going to complaining.

"(____) I'll surely..haa..get you back for this yoi.." Marco stated tugging the chains as you giggle. "I'd be disappointed if you don't, my dear Marco~" You coed before you two came undone reaching pure ecstasy.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #marco x you #one piece imagine #one piece x you

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 2*

Yes, for two days this is a semi short chapter, but I had another long today and have one more tomorrow and I wanted you to have SOMETHING. Weirdly though I had an entire different chapter written in my head, but when I started typing this came out instead. My original idea is still coming, this just added a fun little bonus getting there. I promise, tomorrow you will get a longer chapter.

Thank you loves for sticking by me through everything! I love you all.

Also, I'm finally using CHAPTER. I kept wanting to use it instead of PART but I just kept writing PART and was like WELP. But they're chapters, right?!

Ok I'll shut up.

Part 1 Here

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When five o’clock rolled around, Rita came walking out of her office with a stack of papers and her briefcase, balancing her purse on her barely free arm.

“Y/N, Why are you still here? Did I not unlock your chains?” She laughed.

“Haha….no, ma’am” You nervously laughed. “I um, I think I’m waiting for someone,”

“You think?” She raised a curious eyebrow. “If you’re waiting on Barba, you’re going to waiting a long time, sweetie,”

“Wha-? How--? Why, exactly?” You asked her totally flabbergasted by the insinuation that not only had Rafael asked you out, but was bailing already.

“He tends to get a little...involved, in his cases. Poor man is a workaholic,” She feigned pity for him.

“Right,” You nodded to her comically overflowing briefcase and papers. “Something you know nothing about,”

“Touché,” She winked. “I’d give him a call, make sure he hasn’t forgotten about you, dear. Before the cleaning staff shows up,” She laughed and sauntered out of her office, leaving you alone in the dark.

You glanced down at your phone. He hadn’t really specified a time, just-- “Tonight”. What did that even mean? Tonight. Like early evening dinner, or a midnight snack after he was done with his cases? You should probably text him. Or call him. Or text him.

TO BARBA: Heyyy….

Wait. Was three y’s too many? Wasn’t that a rule? You show affection by how many y’s you use? Is that a thing kids do these days? Wait, no you’re not a kid. And he certainly was NOT a kid. No. Be a grown up about this.

TO BARBA: Hi I’m just...checking in.

Checking in? What did that even mean? And why the ellipsis? There doesn’t need to be a pause in a text. That’s why it’s a text. You pause in your mind before typing. Idiot.

TO BARBA: What’s up?

Ok. Short and simple. To the point. No pressure, no demanding. Just... ‘checking in’. You hated yourself. Alright fine, good enough send it. SEND IT. HIT SEND NOW.

MESSAGE SENT.

Your phone shook in your trembling hand as you waited for the ellipsis of him writing back. That was too much, no no just put it back in your pocket and he’ll text you when he--

BARBA CALLING

Oh god, a phone call? Who calls people anymore? Grown ups, that’s who. Answer the phone like an adult.

“H-Hello?” You answered it as if he had the wrong number.

“Hey, Cinderella,” His smooth voice came through your earpiece. “I’m so sorry, I should have been more specific about the time,”

“Oh, yeah no-- no big deal, I’m just here at work….alone, in the dark…” You muttered the last words to yourself as you looked around the dark office.

“Right. Well, I’m kind of wrapped up in this case right now--” He started, making your heart drop. Well, Rita called it. He’s just married to his job, no time for women, let alone you. Time to just--

“....Would you hate me if I asked you to come help me?”

“...I’m sorry, what?” You blinked in confusion at your phone. So, was he actually asking you out or trying to snake you as an assistant from Rita? Is that what he meant by ‘dinner’? “Hey come bring me food and help me file these cases, because I’m so sexy and cocky and--”

“You know what, I’m so sorry I just heard how that sounded. You’ve been doing this all day, the last thing you wanna do is come--”

“Sure!” You cut him off a little loudly. What were you doing?! You’re just going to lay down and let him use your services for free? Well, when you put it that way it sounded pretty skeezy about yourself.

“....Are you sure? Because we can just have dinner another night--”

“....Yeah I have a feeling that will never happen,” You cut him off with a laugh.

“Wha--no, it will! I just--”

“Your wife comes first, I get it,” You cut him off again.

“My wife?”

“Yeah you’re married to your work,” You smirked into the phone.

“Wow, quippy Cinderella. Guess you’re more confident on the phone without my gorgeous face tripping you up now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want my help or not, Casanova?” He was totally right; without those green emeralds staring into your soul you were actually a pretty funny and smart person. Maybe it would be better to just have this date on the phone.

"Yes, absolutely," He sighed with a smile.

“Did you want me to bring food, or am I just supposed to eat paperclips and vending machine leftovers??”

“I’ll order some pizza, do you like pizza?”

“....I live in New York Barba. Obviously I like pizza,” You teased.

“Right,” He chuckled. “Well I’ll be here--”

“I know where your office is,” You cut him off for the third time.

“Oh, do you?” He asked in a sneaky tone, as if he thought you’d been googling him or something.

“Um, yeah,” Your voice fell an octave softer. “Actually I’ve been there several times, dropping off stuff from Rita for you,” Of course he wouldn’t remember that. Why would he remember that? You weren’t anything special.

“Shit,” He muttered as if chastising himself. “Y/N I’m so sorry, I--”

“It’s fine,” You assured him as you headed down to the subway. “I’m uh, I’m getting on the train so I’ll see you soon,” You hung before he could reply.

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It wasn’t that far to Rafael’s office from Rita’s, just a few stops away. You quickly hurried up the stairs back into the Manhattan air as you swiftly walked through the sea of people leaving corporate America to go home to Suburbia. Finally you reached the building, went for the door and-- it was locked.

Well of course it was locked, nobody else in their right mind would be here this late-- so clearly you and Rafael were out of your minds. Shit. Should you call him? Was there a buzzer? Before you could think of another solution a pizza delivery man was walking up to you. Maybe ‘man’ was too generous, he was probably around 16 or 17.

“Delivery for Mr. Barba,” He handed you the pizza. Did you look like a “Mr. Barba” to him?!

“I um,” You stammered as the hot pizza burned the sides of your arms you were holding it on. “I’m not Mr. Barba,”

“Are you taking it to him?” He asked you with a slight attitude.

“I um,” You thought a moment. Well you were going to see him, so yes theoretically you would be taking the pizza with you to him. “...Yes,”

“That’ll be 46.57.” He whipped out a credit card scanner on his phone.

“E-Excuse me?” You were taken aback. Now Barba had you buying him dinner? And what kind of pizza costs basically 50 bucks?!

“2 Large pizzas, an order of cheesy bread, a dessert pizza and delivery fee,” The kid read off the receipt from his phone. “I only accept credit or debit cards, and please tip generously,”

“Yeah right,” You muttered with a roll of your eyes as you pulled out your credit card and swiped it across his phone. The light turned green and a receipt printed off an attachment to his phone. He ripped it off and handed it to you, then nonchalantly walked back down the stairs to wherever he was parked.

“Awesome,” You sighed. You still didn’t know how to get inside, and now you were carrying all this hot food. All of this for a pair of green eyes?!

To make matters worse, your phone started going off in your purse. You groaned and tried to put all of the boxes down softly, but the night wind blew them onto the pavement, HARD.

“Shit!” You groaned louder as you tried to salvage the food while pulling your phone from your purse. Of COURSE.

BARBA CALLING

“I can’t get in,” You simply stated as a greeting on the phone.

“What?”

“I can’t get in the building, Barba,” You grumbled, now on a 8 on the annoyance scale.

“Oh! Oh God,” The line went dead. Awesome.

After a few minutes while you were trying to rebalance all of the boxes in your arms, one of the big glass doors swung open right into you. The boxes all pressed against you, their hot, saucy, cheesy and chocolatey goodness smearing all over your work outfit.

“SHIT!!!!!!” You screamed in horror.

“Oh my god, Oh god Y/N I am SO--” Rafael started to apologize profusely, but you noticed he was trying his best not to burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry, do you think this is funny?!” You asked angrily while you peeled a pepperoni from your hair.

“No, not at all,” He shook his head vigorously, but kept giggling behind his eyes.

“You do!” You stomped your heel, causing marinara to roll down your legs. “You are absolutely laughing at me being covered in all of your stupid food that I had to pay for by the way--”

“Oh no, really?” He suddenly turned sincere.

“No, Rafael,” You scoffed as you tried pulling cheese from your skirt. “I just had sex with him in the parking lot and we called it square,”

“Really--?!”

“NO NOT REALLY!”

“Okay! Okay I’m sorry, really I am,” Rafael tried to show you sympathy, but you looked so damn cute covered in a tasty meal.

“Yeah I can see that, you’re grinning like a five year old,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N I really am,” He gave up trying to hide a laugh. “But you have to admit it’s pretty funny--”

“I DON’T THINK--” You started to scream at him again, but his smile made these cute little crinkles in his eyes, and his laugh was like an angel’s chorus. You might have been covered in food, but you would be covered in manure if it made him laugh like that.

“For what it’s worth, you look delicious,” He teased you, pulling an actual full piece of pizza from your chest and biting it.

“Oh my god, you’re so gross,” You did your best not to laugh, you were still supposed to be angry.

“Yum, Y/N flavor, my favorite,” He laughed for a moment just as you both realized what he had said. “Uh, I mean--” He looked away in embarrassment, and you swear you saw his face flush red.

“Um no counselor,” You bit your lip with a smile. “I’m pretty sure I taste better than a mix of pizza sauce and chocolate,”

“I’m sure you do,” Rafael bravely retorted, now that he knew you were in the playing mood.

“....But seriously, now I have to go home and get this shit off--”

“I have a shower in my office,” He blurted out.

“....Excuse me?” You blinked, not believing you heard him right.

“I...I have a shower in my office,”

“Oh my god, Rafael Barba are you that addicted to work that you live here?”

“No!” He rolled his eyes. “It’s for emergencies,”

“Emergencies? Like what?”

“Like a beautiful woman covered in pizza toppings and chocolate,” He smirked. “Now come on, I don’t want anyone around here thinking I’m dating a crazy person,” He opened the glass doors again and escorted you into the lobby of the building.

Your mind didn’t know what to focus on first; the fact that he had this mysterious office shower, that he had offered for you to use said shower, or the fact that he just referred to you as a ‘woman he was dating’. You just followed him silently into his office with a smitten grin on your face.

He wasn’t lying when he was in the ‘middle’ of something. Papers were strewn all about his desk, a white board with bullet points for arguments and cross examinations scribbled on it. You finally got a good look at him without the anger of having food all over your judgement. He looked tired, not the usual smooth and pristine Rafael Barba you were used to. But when he looked back at you to show you where his shower was, his green eyes sparkled gazing into yours.

“So, I have some spare suits in a closet here, would you mind hanging out in one of my dress shirts while I wash...these?” He gestured to your dirty clothes. Wait, wash?

You suddenly realized he had led you into a secret room to the side of his office, behind a bookcase.

“Wha…” You looked around the room. There was a shower, a wardrobe, a washer/dryer combo, and a suit steamer. “Jesus Barba, are you sure you don’t live here?”

“No I promise I don’t,” He shook his head with a laugh. “...But I may have on occasion fallen asleep here enough to invest in this,”

“And what happens when this office is passed on to a new ADA?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Then I’m sealing this place off like a mausoleum,” He stated very seriously, causing you to giggle. He loved your giggle, it was so small and soft, just like you.

“Anyway,” He shook off his momentary daze at your giggle hoping you didn’t notice. “Like I said-- Shower, dress shirt. Just put your dirty clothes in the washer and we’ll pop them in the dryer later,”

“Right,” You nodded, definitely having noticed his dreamy stare at your giggle. How had you gone from completely under his radar to making him giddy like a school boy in two days?

“Right,” He nodded back. “I’ll just be out here...ordering another pizza,” He smirked. “By the way, I’ll totally reimburse you for the one you’re wearing,” He stuck his tongue out at you with a huge grin.

“Oh you better,” You gave him the same face back. “Or I’ll cover you in it,” You lightly pressed a marinara sauce covered finger into his perfectly white dress shirt. He glanced down at it in horror.

“Oh that was so--” He started to tickle and attack you, but realized that would only make his outfit dirtier. “This isn’t over,” He wagged a finger at you as he pointed you to the shower. You gave him one last cheeky smile as he walked out and shut the door to his secret room.

What was happening? Why were you getting to him so easily, so fast? How could he have not even remembered that he had ‘met’ you several times? Well, one thing was for sure. He was never going to forget this night.

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba fanfiction #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #not my yacht

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Bloodlust

Summary: You were a rookie Jashinist with a dark secret, he was a demented shinobi with a desire to slaughter anything and everything for his god. Pairing: Hidan x Fem!Reader (canon verse) Warnings & Content: dark content - minors dni, language, blood kink, kidnapping, murder, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, knives, human sacrifice, cult-like behaviour, religious fanatism, Reader and Hidan are... insane, slight gore. Word Count: 2.8 k

A/N: Read those tags carefully. Hidan's not exactly a warm and fuzzy character.

"Please, let me go... I won't tell anyone." You peeled your lips open, dry from all the crying and lack of hydration, hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

"Let you go? But... you came here willingly." He sneered, flashing you his teeth.

He was right. You joined the Jashinists thinking they were a liberal religion, preaching freedom and anarchy, but you did not expect sadism and human sacrifices. And you didn't expect to fall in love with Hidan — the most vile man you've ever encountered. Not that he knew that, anyway. He couldn't possibly fathom the idea that a sweet thing like you could love a man like him. But you weren't a saint.

"T-then why are you doing this to m-me?" You breathed, the ropes around your wrists cutting the blood circulation in your hands.

Hidan clicked his tongue and placed his scythe on the floor. "Because I can." He picked up a knife — no, a kunai. "And because you wanted to run away."

Ah, there it was. You decided to leave this cult when Hidan prompted you to kill some poor ninja he'd kidnapped a few days ago. You refused, expecting to be left alone, and now you were the sacrifice.

"I t-told you, I- I only kill those who deserve it."

"Everyone deserves it, Y/N. Especially traitors." Hidan traced the blade over your exposed abdomen, goosebumps dotting your skin and you were ashamed to admit that it made you feel... something.

"So, you're just g-going to kill m-me?"

"Don't be sad. You'll make a fine fucking sacrifice for Jashin."

"Please, Hidan, give m-me another c-chance." Tears pooled at your eyes. Death was not on your list, not now, and especially not at his hands.

"You know we don't give second chances." The blade was now between your tits, the tip slowly poking into your skin. Crimson droplets seeped from the fresh wound. It stung like a bitch, and it made you whimper, but the heat in your cunt signalled your arousal.

"You d-don't, but Jashin does." You whispered, and Hidan was completely taken aback.

"Excuse you?"

"Every t-time you failed to kill someone, hengave you another c-chance." You spat at him. "What m-makes you think he won't g-give me one?"

Confused wouldn't even begin to describe what he felt. Hidan blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the question before he dropped the kunai and left without a word.

You didn't know exactly how much time passed since he left. By this point you couldn't feel your fingers and the room began to spin, head dizzy from exhaustion. The door swung open and you shot your head up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Hidan walked in with a terrifying look on his face and bent down to grab the blade. He slashed the first rope and your hand fell limp by your hip.

"You're lucky he's a benevolent god." He slashed the second rope and your knees hit the cold, hard floor. Fear, happiness and anxiety coiled in your stomach, surprised that you have, indeed, been given a second chance.

"You talked to him?" You shook your wrists to get the blood flowing, eyes finding his.

"Yes, and surprisingly he likes you. Says you have potential." His voice went up an octave when uttering the last word in what seemed to be sarcasm.

Still on the floor, you arched a brow. "Do you doubt his judgement?" You suspected it was a mistake to ask that question, because in a split second Hidan yanked your hair and pulled your head back to look at him upside-down.

"I'll die before I doubt the good lord. Who I doubt is you." He pierced your soul with his sangria eyes, chills running down your spine, stopping in-between your thighs. You hated the effect he had over you, you hated that he was so oblivious to your hints, only focused on Jashin. Always Jashin.

Granted, Jashin did offer Hidan immortality, which was something you could only dream of. You were a pathetic civilian with a knack for medical jutsu, but never properly trained. He was a full-fledged shinobi who could snap your neck like a twig if he wanted to. And he wanted to.

But, the word of Jashin was law for Hidan. As much as he wanted to sacrifice you to his beloved god, he had to refrain himself, fearing punishment for his sins. And as much as he hated to admit it, you shared and valued the same goals of Jashinism — to a certain extent. You were down to slaughter people, but only those who deserved it, and apparently to Jashin that was enough. But not to Hidan. Never to Hidan.

"Jashin says I have potential, it's not up to you to talk back." You mustered up some courage after your wounds healed. That medical jutsu thing you practised for self-healing really came in handy when Hidan had violent outbursts and Kakuzu wasn't there to put him in his place. Shame you didn't know how to use it to heal others.

"Listen here, you little bitch, just because you've been pardoned now doesn't mean I'll hesitate to stab your tits when you disobey the lord." He let go of your hair and you leaned forward, palms on the floor to stop you from falling. "Besides, you're gonna have to prove yourself. Again."

You knew exactly what he meant. You had to kill. And Hidan wasn't one to let you off the hook — you'd have to kill someone innocent, and the idea of performing such a sacrifice made your stomach churn, it made you want to throw up, because you knew you'd enjoy it. Murdering someone deserving felt like a chore, like something natural. But the thought of killing someone undeserving made your heart flutter, your cunt burn and your head hazy with a high so addictive, no drug in the world could compare to it.

"Don't make me kill someone, please."

"Oh, spare me of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You either kill or be killed, Y/N. Now let's get to fucking work." Hidan bruised your arm in the process of 'helping' you up, unaware of the pleasant surprise that lurked within you. Because if he knew the real you, he'd probably question his own sanity — and that's something he'd never done. The real you was obscene, twisted and demented, long before you discovered Jashinism, but you tried to bury that part of you deep down. You seemingly succeeded, focusing your bloodlust on anarchy and overthrowing the Tsuchikage with a group of punk teenagers from your village, Iwagakure.

Until you met Hidan.

"I really don't want to do this." You pleaded with the silver-haired man, hands trembling and eyes watery.

"Kill him, Y/N." Hidan rolled his eyes, the blades of his scythe pressing into your back as you pressed your kunai into the victim's neck. "Kill him or I kill you."

"Alright, alright, I'll do it. But give me some space."

"Tch, pretentious bitch." He stepped aside, watching you carefully.

"More space." You demanded and he took another step back with an impatient look on his face.

"There's only one exit to this cave. If you think, for a fucking second, that you walk out of here alive you're wrong. Unless you kill him." Hidan licked his lips. "Jashin demands a sacrifice. Now."

You looked down at the symbol drawn with the victim's blood, then back at the man in front of you. His eyes were wide open and filled with tears, arms chained to then wall of the cave. He frantically shook his head, saliva dripping from his gag as he prayed for salvation.

"I'm so sorry." You spoke — not sorry for the victim, but for yourself and what you'd become after this day. Slender fingers lifted his chin upwards and with one swift movement, you slit open the skin, blood gushing out, spraying your face, neck and cleavage. "Fuck..." You moaned, the hot crimson liquid dripping down your chin.

"See, it wasn't so bad." Hidan elbowed you but you didn't move, instead, you gripped the blade handle tightly and drove it into the victim's abdomen, more blood spluttering on you when you removed it. "Oh, you want more?" The rogue shinobi quirked a brow, content with your choice. Adrenaline and arousal rushed through your veins and you dropped the kunai, the clanging echoing in the cave.

"Hidan..." You trailed off, tentatively unzipping your black cloak. "I want you to fuck me."

The silver-haired man watched you smear the blood over your exposed tits, his cock twitching in his pants. Finally, he realised just how beautiful you truly were, the pure ecstasy on your face igniting a flame in his core.

"Here?" He asked, somewhat surprised by your request.

"Yes, please." You turned around to face him, and the look on his face told you just how impressed he was.

"Now aren't you just so full of surprises? And here I thought you were just some goodie two-shoes who refused to harm people." Hidan removed his Akatsuki cloak, letting it fall to the ground, allowing you to see just how hard he was. You bit on your lower lip, the metallic taste was pure bliss in your mouth. "You filthy, disgusting whore." He sneered, his lips crushing yours in a shameful, euphoric kiss. The moment his tongue touched the blood in your mouth, his skin began to darken, his body linking with the victim's, meaning he hasn't died yet.

"Isn't he going to feel everything?" You pulled back from the kiss, but your voice wasn't in any way concerned about the man chained to the wall.

"Oh, he's going to feel it, alright." Hidan laughed, his hand pushing your head as you lowered yourself down your knees. Fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants and you pulled down both of the layers, his cock slapping your face. "Suck."

You obediently parted your lips, taking the velvety tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you moved to his shaft. Hidan threw his head back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth, your moans music to his ears. The gurgling sounds coming from the victim told you that he, indeed, felt everything Hidan felt and your twisted mind enjoyed it so fucking much. You picked up the pace, earning grunts and growls from the rogue shinobi before he held your head in place, stuffing your mouth and throat with his thick cock until you dug your fingers in his thigh, desperately trying to breathe.

"Jashin was right to give you a second chance." Hidan released you and you gasped for air. "You're his gift for me."

The blood on your body dried out, but you were just as beautiful. You leaned on your back, spreading your legs for him. It was a smart decision not to wear anything underneath your cloak. The silver-haired man kneeled between your thighs, his hands bruising your skin with rough touches before he found your dripping cunt.

"Shit, Y/N, you're soaking wet." He shoved two fingers between your folds, curling them upwards. You squirmed and moaned, desperate for something bigger.

"S-skip the foreplay and fuck m-me!" You begged but Hidan wasn't one to listen. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the way you thrashed and moaned his name, enjoying the way you arched your back with every movement.

"You're so beautiful." He confessed and you were caught off guard. It was the first time he ever said something nice to you, let alone compliment you. "You really are a sight for sore fucking eyes." Hidan removed his fingers but before you could say anything, he shoved them in your mouth. "Don't you taste like a needy slut?"

You nodded with lidded eyes, cheeks hollowed as you sucked the slick off of fingers. Hidan hovered over you, his cock grazing over your slit and aching clit, then kissed you with so much force and passion you almost couldn't breathe.

"Fuck, you taste good." He grabbed his shaft and pushed the tip painstakingly slowly between your folds. Oh, he was so much bigger than you expected, but you quickly got accustomed to his girth, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Shit- Hidan!" You bucked your hips, legs wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his calloused fingertips around your neck.

"Jashin damn it, you are so tight. You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

You shook your head, fingernails digging into his back and the victim gurgled again. Hidan released the grip from your neck, instead holding you by the hips and frenziedly pulling you onto his cock. It was sinful, degrading and demented, and his brutal, animalistic thrusts only turned you on more. The sound of skin against skin, growls and moans echoed in the cave, and soon enough Hidan's bone-like markings faded. You didn't care, he was still buried into your cunt, but the thrill of having your pussy obliterated next to a dying man dissipated, replaced by the pure lust Hidan radiated.

"Fuck, I'm-"

"No, you're not. Not until I fucking allow it." The silver-haired man pulled out and you cried, literal tears pooling at your eyes as you were on the brink of an orgasm. "You've been a bad, bad, girl, denying Jashin, denying slaughter, denying me." He gave your cunt a firm slap which vibrated through your entire body, ending with a whimper.

"Y-you have n-no idea how m-much I want you, Hidan." You squeezed your thighs together for a crumb or friction, but he forcefully pushed your knees to the sides.

"Then you should listen. See what a good job you've done today?" He tilted his head to the chained corpse.

"You d-don't understand... I've g-got an insatiable bloodlust." You admitted, but you knew he'd only be more intrigued.

"That's exactly why you've been drawn to Jashinism." Hidan flipped you over, and you were down on all fours. He pushed his cock back in you with one deep thrust, earning another moan out of you. "Embrace it, Y/N. You and I can do great things together, for him."

"But it's wrong." You whispered and you could feel his arm slithering around your neck, pulling you closer to him.

"And who told you that? Society? Your parents? Nah, I'll be your daddy from now on." His fat cock brushed against your cervix, your silken walls clenching around it as he fucked you harder. "You wanna come, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Yes, what?" Hidan tightened the grip, your back against his chest.

"Yes, daddy! Please, I want it, I want it!" You whimpered.

"And are you going to give Jashin everything he wants?"

It was decided — Hidan stripped you of any speck of humanity or rationality you had left in you. You loved him, after all, and he loved Jashin.

"Yes, I will! Jashin can have anything he wants as long as I have you."

"Good girl." He kissed your head before releasing your neck, hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. "Nowyou can come."

Your cunt was aching for release, and you mustered enough strength to rub your clit in messy, circular motions. Soon enough, you felt it coming — the rush of adrenaline as Hidan fucked into you, fingers pinching your sore nipples. You came on his cock with a soft moan and with one final, violent thrust he fills you up, cum dripping from your sloppy cunt as he pulls out. You rolled on your back, propping yourself on your elbows and Hidan froze, the sight of your used and abused pussy hypnotising him.

"Like what you see?" You grinned, fingers tentatively grazing over your slit, dipping between your folds before you brought them to your mouth to taste his seed.

"Shit, I think I'm in love." His sangria eyes bore into yours and your heart fluttered. You knew he was an asshole, and he probably only said it in the heat of the moment, but you were satisfied with what you got.

"What about him?"

"Meh, Kakuzu will take care of the mess. I wanna take a fucking bath." Hidan picked his red and black cloak up from the floor before getting up. "And I'm starving."

You pursed your lips and lowered your gaze. So much for being in love with you.

"You coming to the hot springs?"

"Me?"

"As much as I adore seeing you covered in blood, that shit's dry and crusty." He threw you your cloak.

"You wanna take a bath... with me?"

"Yes? The fuck are you acting so surprised? I just said I'm in love with you but you're surprised I wanna take a bath with you?"

"You know what, stop talking." You rolled your eyes and got up.

"I think the fuck not."

"Fuck's sake, Hidan, let's go."

"Fuckin' crazy bitch."

#hidan #naruto fic #hidan x reader #hidan x y/n #hidan x you #hidan smut #naruto smut #tw. blood #tw. knives #tw. murder

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adxmparriish · 3 years

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sirens in the beat of your heart - read on ao3

writer: lizziebxnnet / godgavemelou words: 3510 rating: explicit

As Jude’s hands grab Cardan’s face, cradling him between her palms, the pounding on the door rattles her nerves. She can hear them trying to pry it open. They only have a few moments.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Jude assures him. It feels ridiculous coming from her mouth, with the alarms blaring and the door on the brink of being busted down. She knows she’s right, though. She can feel it.

OR an AU where Jude and Cardan rob a bank.

I'm tagging a few blogs I tagged for Folktober! If you enjoy please reblog and share <3 @jurdanhell @jurdannet @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @clockworkgraystairs

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As the alarm rings loudly inside the Southern Standard Bank, Jude thinks to herself, We’ve really done it this time.

There is endless shouting and random popping coming from behind her as she sprints down the hall, her shoes pounding the marble floor. Her breath is ragged, her heart is racing, and she prays to a God she doesn’t believe in that she can get to the vault in time. The long red wig she’s wearing keeps getting in her eyes and her mouth, and she brushes it back again as she makes her way to where she needs to go. Another pop and a bullet wizzes past her shoulder. The cops are narrowing in on her.

She counts the doors as she runs. One, two, three, four, until she reaches the eighth, kicking it in and slamming it behind her when she’s safely inside. Someone’s desk sits abandoned, and quickly she realizes it’s owner is knocked out cold underneath it, his hands tied behind his back. Jude lets out a relieved breath. She quickly moves, throwing all her weight into moving the desk in front of the door. It won’t hold the police long, but hopefully long enough so she can get out of here.

Right as she’s positioning the desk, fists begin to pound the hard steel of the door. They’re all shouting, their words mixing together. She does her best to ignore them, moving away from the door and into the vault that’s standing wide-open, fluorescent lights bleeding into the room.

“We’ve got company!” Jude shouts into the vault before she enters.

“The bags are full, we just need to get to the underground.”

Jude sees Cardan kneeling on the floor, zipping up two duffel bags. He hasn’t packed up all the money, nowhere close, but it’s enough to keep them going for a long time, years probably, and that’s enough. Cardan’s blonde wig sticks to his forehead with sweat, his hands shaky as he finishes his work. After all their years of robbing, it’s never gotten easier on him. Sure, they mostly steal from smaller places, just enough to get by for a few weeks. Robbing a well-known bank… well, it’s certainly new for both of them.

Jude kneels beside him, grabbing a handle of her bag, before looking him in the eyes. He’s so nervous and scared, it bleeds into all his features. Jude is scared too, every inch of her lit up with nerves, but she keeps it together. For Cardan, she can do that. They need this.

“Give me the plan,” she demands, hoping it’ll calm him down to talk to her.

“There’s a door behind the vault that leads to an underground tunnel. We are going to take it all the way to the end, where the car is waiting. Then we ditch the disguises, and drive as far south as we can.” Cardan exhales shakily.

As Jude’s hands grab Cardan’s face, cradling him between her palms, the pounding on the door rattles her nerves. She can hear them trying to pry it open. They only have a few moments.

Cardan’s inky eyes look misty, but he nods. His hands grab his own bag, shouldering it as they stand. Jude puts her own on as well, and quickly they move to the hidden door behind the massive vault. When they’re both inside the passageway, the door separating them from the police finally crashes open. Quickly, they slam the door, Cardan pulling out a chain from his own bag.

He hands it to Jude and her hands fumble as she wraps it around the handles, finally snapping the heavy duty lock. The snap of it rattles them both, and at once they begin to run. Jude’s hand finds Cardan’s as they sprint through the tunnels, the low yellow of the emergency lights their only companion.

Jude has studied the map of the tunnels Vivi stole for her a thousand times. She knows they don’t have long to go. The curves are winding and narrow, but only a mile or so away from the bank. It’s eerie as they run, the only sounds being their feet on the concrete and their ragged breathing. Cardan’s hand is sweaty, his fingers struggling to keep hold on hers as they grow tired. The bag of money on her shoulder slams against her thigh every time she takes a step.

Finally, when Jude is pretty sure she can’t run another minute, the dim light of the outside shines underneath another door at the end of the tunnel. They slow down when they reach it, Cardan putting his ear to the metal to listen. They’re quiet for a few moments before he smiles wide, the first bit of happiness Jude has seen on his face in days.

“No sirens, no nothing. I think we’re clear.”

They open the door and light blinds them, the afternoon sun blazing down brightly. Their car sits exactly where Vivi parked it, a beat up old Honda she bought with cash a few weeks ago. They move with haste, opening the trunk and finding their new clothes. They change behind the car, discarding their other clothes and their wigs. Jude wraps them in a trash bag before throwing them in the trunk and closing it. They’ll discard everything later - now, time is of the essence. Cardan climbs in the driver’s seat, Jude next to him, and they both take a deep breath.

“Remember Cardan, we want to go slow. We don’t want to look suspicious. They don’t know about this car, if we aren’t here when they get here, they won’t find us.”

“Got it,” he says, fingers shaking as he tries to start the ignition.

Jude grabs his hand, squeezing his fingers tightly. Her own hand threatens to tremble but she can’t let it take over. Not right now.

“Baby, we can do this. We are almost done, and then we don’t have to worry again. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever.”

Cardan’s eyes find her own and his breathing is shallow as he tries to stay calm.

“We can do this,” he repeats back to her. Jude grins. He doesn’t look completely sure, but regardless, his fingers finally turn the key and the car starts.

Slowly but surely, they pull out of the alley. They leave the radio off, listening closely as they edge on to the street, heading to the highway. Jude can hear sirens, but the sound is distant. They must still be back at the bank. They move at the speed limit, keeping their eyes peeled, but so far, they don’t see anything suspicious. They aren’t being followed.

The few minutes it takes to get the highway seem to drag on forever, Jude’s leg shaking as anxiety pricks at her. Cardan’s own hands tremble on the steering wheel. They don’t say a word to each other as they drive. Right before they need to turn on to the highway, they get stopped by a red light. Of course, Jude thinks.

The car is stifling, so Jude rolls her window down. Only a little longer before they truly get away. Only a couple miles of interstate before they can find some back roads and get lost, head south, completely start over. She has to fight a smile from breaking over her features. If only the damn red light could turn green.

Then, like a sledgehammer to the heart, she hears more sirens. They start to grow louder, and the light isn’t changing. They can’t run the red without looking suspicious, and Cardan looks over at her, his eyes wide and terrified. Her own breathing grows stuttered and she looks in her side mirror, trying to find the blue and red lights. How did they find them already? There weren’t any cars around them.

“What do we do, Jude?” Cardan asks, his knuckles white as he grips the wheel.

“If they’ve found us, we have to go as fast as we can. Hit the gas and go. Don’t stop for anything.” Jude’s voice quivers, but she tries to hide it. They were so close, she really thought they were going to get away.

Like a gift from the Heavens, the light finally turns green but they can’t move, as the car in front of them hasn’t. Jude fights the urge to scream as they remain still, the sirens growing louder in her ears. They need to move, and quickly.

A few more seconds tick by and Cardan’s fist pounds on the dashboard, shaking the car. Jude jumps in her seat, her nerves shot.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Finally, at the same time, they see it. An ambulance flies through the intersection, the lights and siren blaring as they go. They watch it go by, mouths hanging open, not even noticing the car in front of them has finally gone on. Someone behind them honks their horn and finally, Cardan moves, taking their exit and merging onto the highway.

When their tires hit the black of the asphalt, the long expanse of road that will take them south, Cardan’s lips break into a smile that overtakes his entire face. A laugh erupts from his chest, and Jude can’t help herself but to do the same, giggles overtaking her quickly as she finally realizes they made it. They fucking did it.

Tears leak from Jude’s eyes as she laughs, her cheeks beginning to hurt from it. One of Cardan’s hands finds her own, gripping it tight over the center console as they drive.

“I can’t believe we mistook the sirens for cops and didn’t recognize them as an ambulance,” Jude says when her laughs finally calm down.

“I was a little busy shitting myself from robbing the biggest bank in the area, Jude. I had more important things on my mind than the sound of a siren.” His words hold no malice as he speaks, but Jude knows he’s telling the truth. He’s been worried for weeks about this going wrong.

“I told you we could do it,” she says. His reply is a smirk, and she takes it.

In about twenty miles, they pull off the highway, merging on to a smaller one. It’s quieter, less police presence, and it goes for hundreds of miles. They plan to take it as far as they can. Cardan finally gets the nerve to turn on the radio, and the only station he can find is playing old country music. He rolls his eyes but settles there, turning it up enough to drown out the noise of the car.

Jude’s hair whips in the wind coming from her lowered window, as does Cardan’s. When she looks at him, the afternoon glow of the sun lighting up his features, her heart aches. They’ve been through so much together. Living on the streets, stealing here and there to eat, to live. When they met in college, everything had seemed destined to be perfect. Years later, when student debt, no job offers, and no opportunity greeted them, they did what they could to survive. It hasn’t been easy, but they’ve made it and that’s what matters. She can’t imagine doing any of it without him.

Jude rotates in her seat, her head leaned against the headrest, so she can watch Cardan drive. This reminds her of their first date, both of them barely nineteen, driving to a local diner at golden hour. She smiles at the memory, at him, and he notices, glancing over at her with an eyebrow cocked.

“What’s going through that devious brain of yours?” he wonders.

“Nothing,” she replies. She glances at the clock on the dash, noticing it will be getting dark in a few hours.

“We should try to find somewhere to stay tonight. We can grab food, a room, and think about where we want to head.”

Stacks of twenty dollar bills and abandoned take-out boxes lay all across the floor of the motel room. Jude and Cardan sit with the stacks surrounding them, slowly counting everything they have. They move the money from one pile to another, Jude jotting down the numbers on the little notepad provided by the motel. When their last stack is accounted for, Jude does a tally and almost cries when she sees the final number.

“Well? How much is it?” Cardan asks, leaning over the look at the notepad.

Tears collect in Jude’s eyes, her voice cracking as she speaks.

“There’s almost 2 million here.”

Cardan snatches the paper, eyes grazing over the tally again, ensuring she’s correct. Jude’s heart hammers in her chest as she takes it all in. As Cardan double checks, his eyes grow wider.

Finally, Cardan glances up at her, a breathtaking smile causing her heart to skip a beat.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around her neck and they tumble to the floor, knocking over the pile of money, the stacks cascading all around them. His breath warms her neck as he laughs, and her hands find his hair, tears falling from her eyes as she does.

“We fucking did it,” she murmurs. All of the struggles, the pain, the fights, the bad luck. It’s gone. They’ll never want for another thing again.

“We did,” Cardan replies.

He lifts his head from her neck and moves to kiss her, his lips sliding over her own. She deepens it immediately, clutching at his inky black hair and pulling it hard. He groans into her mouth as she does. Desire pools inside her, making her want more, more, more.

A stack digs into her back as they kiss and suddenly, an idea pops into her head. Reluctantly, she moves away from him. Cardan frowns.

Jude sits up, grabbing a few of the bundles and ripping off the paper strap holding them together. He watches as she scatters the money on their queen bed and suddenly his eyes light up, mischief dancing in the darkness of them.

“My sweet villain,” he says, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Jude grins wickedly.

As the last bill floats to the sheets, she spins them and pushes Cardan down to the mattress. All around him is the money they stole, wrapping around him like a blanket and she smiles so wide, she’s afraid her face might crack.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to fuck on a pile of cash?” she asks, leaning down to remove Cardan’s t-shirt. The milky white of his skin taunts her and she runs her hands over his chest, nails making tiny red lines as she does.

“Of course,” he replies, doing his part to remove Jude’s own clothes. “Just never thought we’d have the chance.”

“We can do it every day for the rest of our lives,” she replies, her jeans finally coming off as she does.

“As long as I’m with you, I’d be ready and willing.”

Jude captures Cardan’s lips, kissing him fiercely at his words. She finally gets his pants removed after a few minutes, their inability to stop kissing causing some slowness. Jude goes to move her hand between Cardan’s thighs but he beats her to it, his own hand sneaking it’s way into her underwear. She gasps as he finds the small bundle of nerves, his middle finger caressing it carefully.

Jude’s head falls to Cardan’s shoulder as he plays with her slowly, teasingly. Every once in a while he’ll dip a finger inside her, making her cry out, before withdrawing it again. A warmth builds in her belly and before she can ask him to, Cardan dips two fingers in, his thumb rubbing furiously at her clit. It’s like he can read her gasps, the way her breath hitches in her throat. He knows her like their favorite song.

Jude bites her lip and grips the sheets, bills collecting in her fist as she does. Cardan moves his head up, his other hand pushing aside her bra so she can capture her nipple in his mouth. Overstimulation lights a ravenous fire inside of her. It’s all Jude can do not to scream out as his teeth graze her nipple slightly, causing her to tip over the edge, an orgasm crashing over her.

She shivers and shakes as she comes down, Cardan’s hand moving slower as he helps her ride it out. Before she can protest, he flips her over so her back is on the mattress. His lips find her lips, her cheek, her earlobe, her neck, her chest, her stomach, and then finally, the one place she’s been waiting for.

Jude looks down just in time to meet his eyes before his tongue finds her folds, licking a hot, wet stripe. She’s still sensitive so she moans loudly, the sensation overwhelming. Cardan places her thighs on his shoulders, moving closer to her as he does.

“You deserve this,” he says, licking at her again, making her writhe in his grip. “Your plan got us here. Your determination, your brain.”

“I’d do anything for you, for us,” Jude pants. And it’s true. Her happiness with Cardan was more important than anything. It still is.

Cardan doesn’t respond with words, but in action. He doesn’t come up for air for minutes, feasting on her like he’s a starving man. Jude bucks against him at every turn and he welcomes it, pulling her closer and closer until she’s sure she’ll suffocate him. The fire burning inside her begins to build again. Her fingers find his hair, gripping and pulling hard as she rides his face.

Her hips begin to buck against him as she threatens to spill over again, only this time Cardan removes himself before she can. Jude pounds a fist on the bed, and at that, Cardan smirks.

“Don’t worry my dear criminal,” he says, leaning over her to kiss her. “I’d just rather you come around my cock instead of my tongue.”

Jude gasps as he enters her slowly, taking all the time in the world. She can taste herself on his tongue as he kisses her. She has so many feelings trying to override another. Her hands scramble to find purchase before they finally settle on Cardan’s arms that are framing her face. He pulls away so he can look in her eyes as he bottoms out. Jude wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

Moonlight filters through the curtains of their room, threads of silver highlighting Cardan’s face. Jude reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer. She loves him, with every piece of her soul. She loves him enough to fight tooth and nail, to steal, to lie, so they can live happily. She’d risk herself every day for him, for her Cardan.

Like he can read her mind, Cardan bends down, kissing her roughly.

“I love you,” he moans into her mouth.

He begins to move faster, a hand snaking between her thighs so he can play with her clit. Jude bites her lip to fight the scream that threatens to rip from her throat. She loves him so much she can hardly breathe, or think, or feel anything else.

“More than all this money?” he asks, teasing. He pulls away and looks into her eyes.

“More than anything.”

He grips her hair and yanks, exposing her neck to him. He mouths at her throat, sucking a bruise into the light mocha of her skin. Everything is too much. Jude feels like she’s burning from the inside out. Her arms around Cardan’s neck circle tighter and she lets herself be taken completely over. Everything fades away and it’s nothing but Cardan. The way he makes her feel, his eyes, his laugh, his voice, the pounding of his heart, his everything.

Jude erupts for the second time, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Cardan follows soon after, a moan falling from his mouth and into the skin of her shoulder. When they’re both completely spent, he rolls off of her. He immediately pulls her into his chest, her forehead meeting his neck.

A twenty dollar bill sticks up from underneath Cardan’s arm and Jude laughs lightly, pulling it away from him and throwing it to the floor. It’s everywhere, sticking to their sweaty skin as they’ve moved across the bed.

“I meant what I said, Jude,” Cardan says, eyeing her carefully. “All this money… well, it wouldn’t mean a damn thing if I didn’t have you.”

Jude fights a lump in her throat at his words. She’s never been the type to say how she feels, it’s always been more of Cardan’s thing. She blinks away the mist in her eyes before grinning at him.

“I know what you mean.” Jude pauses. “I love you so much.”

Cardan leans in, kissing her forehead.

“Let’s start our new beginning.”

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First of all, thank you for this blog, it has been really helpful for me - also thank you for the efficient navigation. Now to my question: I'm toying with the idea of a white OC who has (or earns) the power to basically alter the structure of things and wants to use that to help with world hunger. They gotta see what they change, so they have to visit the places. They don't want to be hailed a white savior, and change their look - should I use obvious fantasy colors like grey or purple?

Solving World Hunger: Changing Skin to Fantasy Color to Avoid the White Savior

My take: this is absolutely positively going to disrespect Indigenous populations, so long as you have an outsider come in and do the thing. This reads as extremely Western-centric and reminds me of misguided “international development” students who think that just because they have a degree in solving global scale problems, it means they can be experts.

See, the thing about sustainable food practices is, the Indigenous populations of the area have already come up with pretty good solutions. They’ve lived in the landscape for thousands of years, after all, and were pretty scientific and focused on long-term gains instead of short-term profit. It’s about as close to perfect as multiple millennia of improving and testing can do.

It’s colonialist to erase culture in the name of “betterment”

Hunter/gatherers don’t always capitalistically “maximize” their food sources in ways Westerners recognize, but it’s sustainable has been part of their culture for thousands of years. Are you going to allow them to continue their practices, or are you going to say that their culture is wrong and they must be assimilated into agriculture (that might actually be completely unsustainable even if done by magic but you won’t see the effects for 50+ years)?

Anthropologists main role over the past few years have been to elevate the voices of Indigenous people who know what works best for the area they’ve been living in for generations. Outsiders, even the most well-educated outsiders, are going to get it wrong.

You can’t make them Indigenous to get around this, because Indigenous people are not a monolith.

Polynesian practices won’t work in sub-sahara Africa, Iroquois practices won’t work in the Amazon, etc. If you think that one ethnicity can solve the globe’s problems, you need to revisit the concept of expertise.

Eco-fascism is also a thing that happens in environmentalism very quickly, in the form of only certain types of food production/crops are “allowed” to thrive, and capitalism does not like sustainability because sustainability doesn’t exactly turn a profit. The best way to use land is often “inefficient” in the short term, but in the long term will provide a sustained food source even if that system looks much different from what we know.

The Indigenous populations around the globe have already had to deal with people who say their way of life is wrong, which your character is going to end up doing if they are the ones who decide what “the best” is. The Inuit are a fairly high-profile example, with how their seal and whale hunt is targeted; the North is such a place that seal and whale hunting is necessary, agriculture is impossible in the way we know it, and what the North needs is global warming to drastically reverse+ colonizers to stop messing with their ability to eat and for-fun hunters never setting foot in the Arctic again.

The problem isn’t the character’s skin tone. The problem is the fact they believe they can be an authority, when they cannot be at such a scale.

Decolonizing > “Fixing”

I would suggest having your character do decolonization work instead of “fixing” work. Decolonization means dismantling capitalism, restructuring agriculture/horticulture to focus on local species designed to live in the region, allowing populations to return to hunter/gatherer ways, removing invasive species (like the wrong species of earthworms in North America, which actually would need magic to fix), and restoring sovereignty of Indigenous peoples. It also means allowing greenhouses and a degree of sustainable supply chain for those with allergies who can’t eat local.

Indigenous peoples need to be centred in sustainable farming and animal husbandry practices. Their voices and their practices are what need to be elevated, instead of an outsider trying to guess what’s best in such a short period of time.

This means white people will be uncomfortable.

Because white people do not like to give up leadership positions. They don’t like being told they need to let go of power and remove themselves from authority. But they are not the authority on how best to work lands that they have only seen as capitalistic gains. Indigenous people are.

If you want to see the potential journeys this character can undergo, read Colette’s post below.

~ Mod Lesya

Readers will view your character as white

Even as a fantasy color, your “raceless” MC will be assigned white by the majority of your readers unless you put in work to indicate otherwise.

To the story’s world they might be an alien of sorts. To us, they are another white person who is saving the world.

White is seen as the default when you leave it to fill-in-the-blank. Race coding (adding details that would imply they’re from a specific race, ethnic background or culture) is how one avoids this.

Directions you could take

There’s a few ways you could go about this.

A. Make them an actual alien.

You could make them an alien, and actually develop an alien culture that does not parallel or borrow enough from specific cultures to imply they’re a human race equivalent. You would have to work pretty hard at this, as the elements you choose might come from existing regions and cultures. For example, a lot of “neutral” fantasy places are clearly coded with a European flair and no indication that they’re a Person of Color, thus implying white European descent. Then you’re back to square one with white-coded Alien solving the world’s problems.

B. Keep them white.

You could keep them white, but face the implications within the story’s world narrative and the perspective of readers.

Its a heavily discussed topic here, so you’ll find many resources.

White Savior WWC Posts:

How to Avoid Glorifying White Characters

The Mighty Whitey: How to not have a Colonialist Character

Writing With Color - White Savior Tag

The Khalessi Problem (Game of Thrones)

Image: Game of Thrones, the TV series. White woman being lifted up and surrounded by tan and brown-skinned people. Minor spoilers will be discussed below.

Now, I know you don’t want a scene like the one pictured above. That’s why you’re considering they disguise themselves as a fantasy race. But there are some implications that come with a white person who snaps their fingers and solves a community’s problems like it was nothing.

“What, like it’s hard to solve world hunger?”

On the show, she is pretty much worshiped here, but does disrespect their people enough to lose the majority of their respect and be seen as the outsider coming into their lives as she is.

Something similar could happen where she is confronted with unintentional consequences of getting involved. There may be some backlash, mixed feelings, making it so your MC is not completely worshiped for their actions.

What about all of the efforts that people in the community made before your character came along? Might they confront your character, and how would they feel about them?

What if solving world hunger came with a price, and there were other issues that cropped up as a result?

What if the job is not done? As if they helped get it started, but maintaining keeping the world feed isn’t as “snap and done” as it seemed and opened up a new layer of problems that people have to deal with?

Think of how in some tales, when you get your wish from the genie, it may be answered almost too literally and the effects can be disastrous.

C. Make them a Person of Color.

This could still lead to issues too, similar to ones you’d find with the white savior. Just because someone is a POC doesn’t mean they’re immune to disrespecting other cultures and lifestyles, or of patronizing people.