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no-see-um-incorrect · 1 year ago

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This is to help y’all recover from this summit

My versions of redacted GEN 2

If you guys like the small character profiles I’ve made I will continue also, this is my opinion based off my headcannons for the listeners

Sorry if the formatting is a bit everywhere

Shaw pack edition (I don’t own this art(i used a picrew) I haven’t had time to make any)

Gabriel Shaw

“my father made this pack what it is today and I will do my very best to honor that legacy”-Gabriel Shaw

He/him/his

Age: 16

Parents: David/Angel Shaw

Best friend: sparrow

Favorite activity: when his dad takes him on a low level security job

Favorite food: uncle Milo’s Swiss mushroom jackfruit burger (don’t tell his dad)

Favorite color: “vampire gold~… I mean Ju-just gold I guess..I don’t know….why are you asking me?!”

He’s quiet, and at most times very formal, Takes alpha training VARY seriously (David and Angel are trying to help him ease up)

Loves writing poetry and stories in his free time, Does not have his drivers license (and is the only person in his age who isn’t allowed to get it till he’s 19)

Has his eyes on a particular vampire princess

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another Shaw child

She/her/hers

Ashlyn Shaw

“What do you think?……Caelum says cookies first”-Ashlyn Shaw

Age: 9

Favorite color: Green

Favorite activity: teasing her brother

Favorite food: daddy’s bacon mac & cheese

She is an actual menace (takes after her parent) when she was little little and just starting her menace tendencies, David would call her “Littler snot”

Was the youngest of her pack to fully shift.

She can see caelum

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she/her/they/them

Maria Greer jr (MJ for short)

“yeah, that’s GREER put some respect on the name”-MJ Greer

Age: 16

Has stealth abilities (but much like her dad sucks at shifting)

Best friend: Astrid Collins

Parents: Milo/Sweetheart Greer

Favorite food: “Law & order with a side of spite!…you can’t say that hun…Fiiine….BBQ rice bowl…”

Favorite activity: learning about history

She wants to be a Reporter.

ABSOLUTE DADDYS GIRL

Loves hearing her dad tell the story of the inversion but the way Milo tells it frames it so that she doesn’t actually know it’s him and she has made it her life‘s mission to figure out what happened that night and the identity of the “mystery hero” her dad would tell her about

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Sparrow Talbot

“I may or may not have ran face first into a tree….you didn’t see that”-Sparrow Talbot

Age: 17

Parents: Asher/Baabe Talbot

They/them/theirs

Best friend: Gabriel

Favorite activity: wolf Zoomiez

Favorite food: “last meal” no one knows what that means

When they first adopted them they were very quiet, very calm, very chill. And then Asher shifted in front of them for the first time. And they have been a rambunctious dumbASS since then (and we love them for it)

They always have snacks and drinks on them, seemingly out of nowhere because they don’t carry a bag.

Unlike their father, they actually can cook and they’re pretty freaking great at it.

(all of the scars are from eating shit in wolf form, and not wanting to hear Marie’s lectures)

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Astrid Collins

They/she/him

“and so what if I replace Alexis‘s shampoo with Nair…OH COME ON IT WAS FUNNY!”-Astrid Collins

Age: technically 16

Favorite activity: snooping around places they’re not supposed to be (urban exploration)

Empowered: ???? Vampire+???

Best friend: MJ

Favorite food: “anything papa cooks is good I don’t really need to eat though”

Loves to play pranks mostly targeted at Alexis…….OK always targeted at Alexis.

Sam found her one day when she was little and turned her then when he brought her home and got her through the newborn stage…. she started displaying elemental abilities??? But also vampire abilities??? But she also grows up and ages like a human???? so yeah bit of a mystery

They are pretty standoffish they don’t talk a lot and they’re pretty rough around the edges (Darlin who?)

Very attached to Sam (as you can expect) but also extremely attached to Darlin

he built his prosthetic himself out of an old VCR, a broken toaster, a ripped up T-shirt and scrap metal

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And that was my next gen Shaw pack kids

Hope you enjoyed and give me suggestions on like little details for them and other characters (I really wanna do the damn crew but I need suggestions) i’m gonna say it again. These are based off of my headcannons for the listeners feel free to disagree with my opinion just don’t be mean about it (we’re just having fun here)

If you can’t tell, I was a Monster High/ever after high kid And I love writing shit like this

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thebonerpit · 5 months ago

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I finally finished Cyberpunk 2077 and wanted to share some thoughts on it. My beautiful baby girl V welcomes you in to this rambly post ✌️

First of all just as an fyi I don't have the Phantom Liberty DLC yet. I know it's recommended and that it adds a lot of fun content but I wanted to see what the game was like as-is first.

Secondly, I had tried to play this game about 4 separate times in the past and every single time I just could NOT get into it. I had tons of fun in the character creator but I found the opening of it kind of boring and confusing and even just running around Night City and trying to build my character I was like...??? What am I doing lol.

I'm not really sure why this time clicked for me tbh. Maybe because I've had the experience of those past attempts? Idk. But in any case, I still found the prologue part a little bit slow and I kinda wish the game was introduced in a different way but once I really got into the meat of things in Act 1 I was having an absolute blast. I love doing stealth in games if I can so I was basically just using netrunning to hack things and bopping people with headshots with my knife and silenced pistol.

The main story and most of the bigger quests were genuinely fantastic. It was actually surprising to me that I just wanted to continue with the main story rather than go off and do side quests like I normally do! But the side quests were also really fun so it was a good balance. I will say that as much as I loved Night City and the world in general, I barely read any documents laying around. Usually if I really adore a game I will sit there for hours reading lore (like Dragon Age or Control) but it didn't grab me as much in this one.

With respect to the romances (aka the most important part of a RPG lol) I'll admit I was a little disappointed. I made a female V and when I met Panam I was immediately in love with her but sadly she's only a male V romance. I never connected with Judy in more than a friendship kinda way so I wasn't interested in her. I ended up romancing River and even though I read he's the least picked romance and I guess a lot of people don't like him, I was SO thrilled with his romance. He was super sweet and genuinely felt like he cared for V, his quest (while horrifying omg that farm) was so cool with the detective angle, and I found his ending super satisfying. Like it really seemed like he understood who V was and although he loved her and wanted her to stay, he trusted her to do her own thing? I definitely cried during their last phonecall before the final mission ;_; And then I was thinking during the game ok well I know Kerry is a male V only romance so maybe I'll make that my next character but then I met Kerry and was like... no thank you lol. I don't like him much at all?? And you meet him SO fucking late in the game which is really disappointing. Like I didn't even finish his missions because I had done everything else and couldn't be bothered waiting around for him to call to continue them. I feel like the male romance characters got really shafted in this game, like you don't meet River until later too and he's missable if you don't do that specific quest. Judy is there from the beginning in the main quest and Panam has a whole-ass ending option!

And speaking of the endings, I didn't look up anything until afterwards about them and just went with my gut. I got the Sun ending and I was satisfied with that one. My girl goes to space lol! And MY personal headcanon is she goes and completes the mission and Mr. Blue Eyes has a cure for her so she survives and lives happily ever after with River in their bomb-ass penthouse THE END. It kind of sucks that there's no real "happy ending" confirmed unless you headcanon it that V is saved later on, but I kinda get it. The whole game is pretty grim. I think I could have gotten the extra ending where you and Johnny storm Arasaka together because we were friends by the end but I'm happy with this one.

Ok and a little about Johnny. I hated his section the first time I was forced into playing as him. I was like what is this?? I want my V back, I don't care about Johnny, this is annoying. And he was such a dickhead at the beginning so my V was really antagonistic and they bickered all the time but holy shit their relationship grew so naturally as the game went on and even though they still bickered lol they did actually become friends and it felt really, really good. I ended up caring for him and it was really hard to choose to send him into cyberspace with Alt because I don't feel like that's a "happy" ending for him either. Alt was clearly not herself anymore but maybe Johnny changes too? But at the same time I did not want to give him V's body and I don't think he would have made that choice either.

Anyway this has gone on long enough lol but overall it was actually a really great game. I didn't connect to it as emotionally as I did with some other games (like the only time I teared up was during that River phone call) but I think I would play it at least one more time with Phantom Liberty installed. I want to do male V nomad and go the whole Panam route with her ending too.

And to end it off, here's another shot of my V posing with a cat she found that opened a safe for her after she fed it. Amazing.

#tbptalks #i played around a lot in photo mode because it's the only real time you can see your character #i might do a post later with some edited photos because i have some good ones

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asoulofatlantis · 5 months ago

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Its so cute to see Estelle go over from the sibling zone to the realization that she has fallen in love zone. Its a nice and slow transition.

It looks like Joshua has given up here but can you blame him? Estelle had that really loud outburst in the hot spring that I am pretty sure Joshua heard, making it look like he was fooling himself believing that she could ever fall in love with him.

Plus, it is kind of funny to see the situation reversed now XD

But Sanktheim is boring!

How are we saved by the very same man that will be our demise eventually? Well almost our demise... but you get what I mean, right? I mean, he is from Ouroboros and all, but isn't it weid that he helps us? Why let us win this fight against whatever happens with Richard just to get Joshua in that awful position?

Oh hunny, you have no idea what this man is capable off. He can put you through hell with his lies... you and us and the whole Trails-Fandom, for that matter XD

Oh for the love of Aidios... Kloe! Please! Save us from him! If he becomes King of Liberl we are all doomed!

Seriously tho... Liberl would be part of Erebonia or Calvard by now if he would have taken over the throne ^^'

*achem* Excuse her. She is as clueless in seeing the value of Oliver hier, as she is in understanding Joshuas, let alone her own feelings.

So... I will do this the right way in her case: "OH GOD! *squeals in fangirlisch* ITS OLIVER!!! ♥" XD This is how we do it, Estelle!

Moving on...

Yeah... no... ^^' I don't think you are quite there just yet Olivert... XD

Where has that flirty attitude actually gone to? I can not remember him actually flirting with any girl in Calvard. Not seriously enough for me to remember at least. Did Killika actually reign him in somehow despite them not dating? Faszinating.

I do not know what to think about the fact that they force me to watch all those fights ^^'

Once again, that man has learned NOTHING under Cassius. As stupid as Olivert seems to be right now and as useless as his prince title as a bastard may look like, he is a force to be reckoned with and I am pretty sure Cassious would have noticed that immediately. So choosing Olivert also Klaudias future Husband to... uh... weaken her position or something is actually a pretty stupid Idea.

All that aside. Can you imagine Olivert and Kloe getting married? I mean... he would have made a fine King of Liberl and all... but they both would have been so unhappy in this marriage and Olivert would never be happy behind the chains of a crown on his head. So thank the goddess that this nightmare never came to fruiten and instead our dearly beloved debaucherous prince could marry the love of his life instead while Kloe... well Kloe... well at least she didn't get stuck in an unhappy marriage ^^'

You say that but... you have no idea of all the secrets this boy has.

URG! I hate stealth missions. I suck at them so darn badly!

Funny... for me it also feels like its been ages ago XD

The trick is to beat Loewe... uh... I mean the second Colonol *cough cough* as fast as you can. As soon as he is out and stays out, you are good to go.

Its not just that. Dorothy made photos she will very likely publish in an official paper. Olivert has no regard for his reputation OR his god damn safety ^^' Poor Mueller. He has it rough.

That is her, right? The one in that Liberl-Shop we found in Calvard, correct? My... there really are a lot of familiar faces in Kuro, aren't there?

This makes it even weirder that Joshua and Estelle are not among the returning characters in Kai. Thats wrong. Just absolutely wrong!

There is a bit of a hole in tha story. The empty seed would have been Oliverts, if he had attended so there should have been another chair for the Colonel. But everyone is wonder who the seat is for, even tho it made absolut sence that there was an empty seat and that they might have put the dishes there because I can imagine not every stuff-member could have been informed of Olivert not attending.

But... oh well...

#Sky1 Mona Version

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k0z3me · 3 years ago

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my hero academia fic recs

fics

- forever and always — bakugo katsuki — @bfbkg

+summary : why is bakugou confessing to you while you’re trying to host the best new years eve party ever? or you were locked in your pantry, surrounded by carbohydrates and canned food on new year’s eve because bakugou katsuki kicked the door stop when he walked in.

- kingdom of ashes — todoroki touya — @shibaraki

+summary : when you are suddenly uprooted from your life to enter an arranged marriage with prince touya you are unprepared for how greatly he defies your expectations, nor for how quickly you fall for him.

- i will love you (until the end of time) — bakugo katsuki — @burnedbyshoto

+summary : “for the next twenty four hours, will you pretend that we’re still in love? that we’re still in a relationship and that it never ended?” you ask for a moment more, and bakugou katsuki gives you a world more.

- antecedent — todoroki touya — @shibaraki

+summary : following touya’s arrest you try to navigate the world as it is flipped on its head. torn between your loyalty to him and what’s best for your son, new family is formed and hope is found.

- kiss me — bakugo katsuki — @earthtooz

+summary : a stealth mission gone awry leads to a chain of events (or kisses) where you question your relationship with bakugou.

- casual — todoroki touya — @ghostbeam

+summary : “My mom wants to meet you.” It’s a sentence uttered as Touya pulls the T-shirt he’d discarded earlier (while he was pushing you toward your bed and sucking your tongue into his mouth) over his head. It comes as a shock, lying in your bed completely bare, still struggling to catch your breath. It shouldn’t make you feel excited in the way that it does, not when Touya has been more than clear about the nature of the relationship between the two of you. Nothing serious. No commitment.

Casual.

- glitter and glowsticks — bakugo katsuki — @littlesponge-fics

+summary : a lads holiday and a girls holiday collide; you know what that means… sex, it means sex.

- cupids chokehold (pt2) — bakugo katsuki — @bakgoktski

+summary : bkg slowburn partners to lovers excellence

- knockout — bakugo katsuki — @kingkatsuki

+summary : You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring?

- i'll make this feel like home — todoroki touya — @missmeinyourbones

+summary : “Do you feel held by him? Does he feel like home to you?” -midsommar

- when fire doesn't burn — todoroki touya — @gardenofnoah

+summary : in his 40s, touya isn’t expecting anything outside of his normal, comfortable routine. you come along and give him far more than he ever wanted. oddly enough, he doesn’t think he minds.

- the most unbecoming of affairs — bakugo katsuki — @moominsuki

+summary : unfulfilled by the many noble suitors that come your way, you truly had given up on the prospect of loving anyone. that is until you're made aware of general bakugou and suddenly, the idea of being in a relationship starts to fall fondly on you.

- you and me? really? (pt1) (pt2) — bakugo katsuki — @lightseoul

+summary : mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. they conveniently forget to tell you it’s a double date,

- and i've gotta crow — keigo takami — @dashielldeveron

+summary : “You’re suffering from amnesia,” says Hawks to you, in your hospital bed. No, you are not. “We’re engaged to be married.” No, you are not. After an accident that was that bastard Hawks’s fault, you decide to play along with your diagnosis of amnesia, among other things, because how far can you make your former bully bend over backwards for you?

- the mystery of misery — bakugo + kirishima — @tteokdoroki

+summary : you’ve spent your whole life running from the shackles of your past and the misery surrounding it, but, after the death of your estranged mother— you return to your small hometown to lay her to rest. while you’re there, the whispers of whiteridge begin to unravel, revealing mysteries of love, loss and lies that all tie back to a childhood flame and the town’s recluse

- i know its just a phase — touya + hawks — @meguwumibear

drabbles

- 9:17 pm — bakugo katsuki — @hajiberry

+summary : breakup angst.

- where love lives — todoroki touya — @missmeinyourbones

+summary : big bro touya & little snotty brother shouto.

- ex bf katsuki (it hurts) (pt2) — bakugo katsuki — @bkgml

- spidey boy — izuku midoriya — @honey-words

- no title — bakugo katsuki — @willowser-but-nsfw

+summary : "alright, jus' sayin'," katsuki looks up from the label of his beer, how it's peeling back from the glass with all his anxious fiddling, only to fix kaminari with a heated glare that has the blonde raising his hands in surrender. "between me and you, she thinks you're not interested."

headcannons

smau

series

- by the grace of southern charm — bakugo katsuki — @willowser

+summary : blasty’s been checking you out for twenty minutes, by the way.” when you look up at her, she seems pleased and surprisingly entertained and is smiling around the gum she’s chewing, eyes cutting twice in quick succession to the pool table in the back. this is girl code for look, but don’t look and you know that, but you’re still caught up on the blasty part, because you can’t figure out what that means, and peek over your shoulder anyway.

- bakugo brothers — bakugo katsuki — @bfbkg

+summary : bakugou daisuki (14), bakugou katsuki (23), bakugou akatsuki (25) [ i love love love everything from bfbkg so yes i will include everything ]

- cruise universe — bakugo katsuki — @bfbkg

+summary : your cruise holiday with your friends has got some pretty views, your favourite being the grumpy pretty blonde.

- love island — bakugo katsuki — @bfbkg

+summary : #love island bkg

- of love and lemons — bakugo katsuki — @strafepanzer

+summary : n/a

- gethsemane — bakugo katsuki — @twoloveswords

+summary : “I’ll take over,” Bakugou offers, and you gladly slide the laptop over to him. Over the next hour or so, you take turns summarizing one of the most atrocious cases you’ve worked on as a team.

- crybaby — bakugo katsuki — @hauntedparadises

+summary : with the bills piling up and no way to know when you will be able to return to work. your roommate suggests you take a call center job where you can work from home. the job? being an anonymous person for pro heroes to vent to.

- deceiving the duke — todoroki shouto — @andypantsx3

+summary : when camie utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. it’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. the only trouble? lord shouto todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

- fingerprints — todoroki shouto — @andypantsx3

+summary : When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.

- soulmate trope — various — @dashielldeveron

+summary : choose-yer-own-adventure oneshots. no one knows how to handle any of this, due to every single character being a dumbass. anticipated characters: bakugou, shinsou, todoroki, monoma, aizawa, and perhaps a villain or two.

- welcome to the new world — todobakudeku— @shugarezaissugar

+summary : After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

- something in the water — todoroki shouto — @andypantsx3

+summary : As a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. But what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems.

- where you belong — todoroki shouto — @em-plosion

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Stevie's new beard

*gif by @marvelheroes*

Birthday shot #2 & Kinktober day 8 - Beard kink

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You have some strong feelings about Steve’s new look.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut(m/f), dom Steve, daddy kink.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x female reader

Word count - 2.5k

Masterlists are linked in the bio!

One more swift turn over the corner, your eyes squinting as you tried to concentrate, “That’ll show him,” grumbling under your breathe, pressing the scissors down, “done.” With a smirk on your face.

You had been working on cutting out Steve’s face from your honeymoon album. An album you had spent hours on, your blood, sweet and tears, literally, you must’ve gotten like five paper cuts working on it. But none of that mattered. You were mad.

No, you were fuming.

The previous year, you hadn’t been able to celebrate your birthday with Steve since he was called on an emergency mission. Which was fine at the time you had only been dating for a few weeks. And when he went to Siberia over a month ago, you thought he’d be back for your birthday for sure. Then you’d get to have him pamper you and baby you for the whole day, not that you needed such an excuse, but still.

It was one in the morning, your birthday had already started and you doubted that Steve would be able to make it. He had gone silent a week ago, for his teams and your safety.

Well, by the time he’s back you’ll have cut him out of all your pictures. Maybe you’d even go stay at your sister’s for a while. You missed her and needed a vacation and teach Steve a lesson. You wouldn’t be back until he’s growling on his knees - begging for your forgiveness.

Or maybe... he wouldn’t care. Maybe he’d be glad that you’re gone. You didn’t know what you’d do if that happened, you always seem to be weighing him down. You understood that being married to Captain America meant that you had to share him with the rest of the world. Most of times, you were alright with that. You didn’t care much for the Captain, he was fine but he was no Steve Rogers.

You sighed, giving up on your little project, thinking about maybe calling it a night. Hopefully your friends remember your birthday and do something special for you.

Slipping into Steve’s t-shirt – because as much as you were mad at him, you really did miss him. This was the longest you had been away from him.

Fluffing your pillow, keeping Mister Steebie next to you, you climbed on top of it. Ready to switch off the lights -

“Hey there, sweetheart,” you gasped when you heard the low rumble, clutching your neck, taken aback and panting.

Taking a deep breathe, you looked at your door over your shoulder, sighing when you noticed it’s Steve.

Except it wasn’t...?

“What the fuck?” you frowned and did a double take.

Getting off your bed and walking over to the door. He was still dressed in his dark stealth suit, his dirty blonde hair swept back, his jaw covered in a thick beard - a few shades darker than his hair.

You stopped a few steps away from him, taking in his new look. You didn’t know what to make of it but it did make you shiver - for some reason.

Your lips pressed in a flat line as you stared at him. He spread his arms out, in an attempt to hug you, probably, trying to close the distance between you but you took a step back. Eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he tilted his head to the side, giving you his Disney eyes.

“What’s wrong with your face?” you spat.

“What do you mean?” his eyebrows scrunched together as he rubbed a hand over his beard.

“Don’t do that!” you admonished him, folding your hands under your titts, perking them up.

“Do what?” scratching his beard, “You’re not making any sense, doll. Didn’t you miss me?”

“I did,” you huffed, “Do you know what date it is?”

“Yes, I do know. That’s why I’m here. I got back as soon as the mission wrapped up. Now come here and let me give you a birthday kiss,” extending an arm towards you.

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head.

“Why?” he pouted. “I made it back in time, just like I said I would. I missed you, come on just one kiss... wait a minute. Is this about the beard?” You nodded. “You hate it? Tony said you would, I just didn’t have time to shave. I’ll go do it now then.” Since he was desperate for kisses and cuddles.

“No, don’t!” You pressed a palm on his chest, in an effort to stop him. “I mean, sure if you want to... but I don’t hate it. It’s kind of the opposite... I think. I just need time to process this.”

“Doll,” he exasperated, sighing, 'politely’ trying to tell you off. “I’m tired. And you’re really not making any sense.”

“I just fucking love your beard, ok!” you snapped. Your cheeks heating up at the brash confession. Clenching your thighs together. You shouldn’t like it as much as you did. It hides Steve’s beautiful face and makes him look so feral and dangerous. So not Steve.

“Really?” he quirked a brow, pulling you flush against his chest, “how much do you like it, puppy?”

“I - I don’t know...” Still embarrassed, you hide your face over his heart, rubbing your cheek against the rough kevlar of his suit. “I like it a lot, I think. Please keep it?”

He hummed, “But you won’t even look at me.”

“It’s a lot to take in, okay? It’s like, ugh remember when you saw me in my wedding dress?”

He'd never forget, he had cried like a baby. “This is nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s... give me some time. Small steps.” Bringing up a shaky hand to touch his soft fuzzy jaw, “Oh! Remember that time I bought that forties style nightie. And you went to town on me?” looking up at him, “This is like that.”

He nodded, finally understanding. “I get it, doll. But I’m afraid I don’t have time for ‘small steps’. I missed you so much,” Rutting his erection into your belly - as if to physically prove it. “And I need to make your birthday special. Treat the birthday girl right, huh?” He pressed his thumb on your cheekbone, caressing it, dipping his neck down to kiss you but you pulled away.

You hugged him again, standing on your tippy toes and nuzzling your nose in the crook his neck, his beard tickling you ever so slightly.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it. That I’d be all alone.” You whined. And then he comes back looking this good! Making it impossible for you to stay mad at him.

“Of course, I made it. Couldn’t let my best girl be alone. Now let me kiss you,” you shook your head again, “fine then. We can do your small steps. Let me eat you out,” biting the shell of your ear, “I’m hungry, doll.”

There was no way you could say no to that. “Oh - okay,” you gulped a huge lump of air.

Suddenly, he swept you off your feet, throwing you over his shoulder, his hand kneading your ass before smacking it, “Missed this sweet ass too.” he said, throwing you on top of the mattress. “I like this shirt on you, pup,” he smiled, his heart swelled as he felt strangely possessive of you, hovering above you, “But it had to come off.”

With a lack of finesse, his greedy hands ripped the poor clothing to shreds. He hadn’t gone so long without you. He needed to be inside you as soon as he could.

“Stevie!” You tried to chastise him.

He threw the shirt away, growling at the sight of your naked breasts, your hard pebbles, your hands coming up to cover them from his dark eyes. That won’t do, he pulled them away, pinning them beside your head. “What do you think you’re doing?” he frowned

You shuddered. Really, a beard shouldn’t make that much of a significant difference but it made him all the more intimidating. “Sorry, daddy.” You pouted. If nothing else, the D-word always worked.

He shook his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He made sure to run his beard over your breast. Letting go of your twisting hand as it clenched on the back of his head. Your back arching, pushing more your body to him.

With a loud ‘pop’ he let go of your hard nub, shoving two fingers in your mouth and ordering you to suck and like he obedient doll you were - you followed.

He pulled his fingers out, snaking his hand between your legs, dipping them in your heat. Then he noticed it and frowned.

Looking to his side, a sack of flour? No, looked fluffy enough to be cotton. “What is this?” he wanted to know.

You were too far gone to even register his words but you vaguely heard him. You bit your lip, following his eyes. “Oh, that’s Mister Steebie.”

“What?”

“That’s you. I missed you and I needed a cuddle buddy. So I stuffed some cotton in a sack, dressed him in your flannel and drew your face on him.”

His 'face' was just two dots with a blue sharpie, golden hair on his head and a pink mouth. “It’s cute.” he chuckled, grabbing ‘Steebie' and putting him on the floor, “But you don’t need him. You have the real thing now,” he reminded you, trailing kisses down your body, pushing your thighs apart to make room for him and settling between them.

“I suppose I should upgrade him now. Draw the beard on. I wonder if I have a brown sharpie,” you mused, yelping when you felt his teeth grazing over your clit. “God!” you heaved, propping yourself up on your elbows you looked down at him. A few strands of his hair had fallen on his forehead, he looked ethereal. “You’re so pretty, Stevie.” Your hand caressing his face.

He leaned into it, having been touch starved for over a month. “You’re the pretty one, pup. Now, will you be good for me? Let me treat my birthday girl right?”

You nodded. Laying back down, running your fingers through his longer locks.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he asked

“No, I followed your rules.”

“Good, I didn’t either.” Not that he had the time or space to anyway. But he wanted to save himself for you.

“Thor told me, women like a nice thick beard,” rubbing his face on your inner thighs, “he’s a bit of an oversharer. But I knew you’d like it too. Guess I was right.” He was smug about it too. He knew you inside and out. More than anybody else, maybe more than you know yourself.

He pushed your thighs apart as you squirmed above him, trying to clamp them on his head. “Now, sweetheart. I thought you promised to be good. Do I need to tie you up?”

You furiously shook your head. “No, please! I’ll be good.” Normally, you’d love to be tied up. But you needed to touch him, his face and his hair.

“I know it’s hard, pup, just try a little harder,” He tongue nudging at your entrance. His fingers spreading your lips apart, “such a pretty pussy,” he praised.

Wrapping his mouth around your clit and pushing his fingers in your pussy. He made sure to gather as much of your slick over his beard as he could, to make a mess of it.

You threw your head back, trying your best to stay still, it was too overwhelming, too good, “Stevie! Stop, stop please,” you begged, pulling on his hair.

He immediately pulled away, hovering back over you, inspecting you for any distress.

“I want to come with you inside me. Please.” you said, fluttering your lashes.

He sighed, “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Come on! It’s my birthday. You have to do as I say,” you giggled.

“As you wish,” he shook his head. He would’ve given in even if it wasn’t your birthday.

His fingers scrambling to get his dick out of his suit. Kissing your neck, sucking on your special spot, he pushed inside you. Digging his fingers in your hips, he bit your neck, “So fucking tight, doll.” He groaned, he was at the end of his rope, he couldn’t take it anymore, snapping his hips with a swift thrust he buried himself inside you.

“Stevie,” you mewled, feeling his tip pressing against your special spot. “Right there!”

Pulling his cock out and then pushing back, “Here?” he wiggled his hips, pressing his lips to your jaw.

“Yeah,” you gave a shaky reply. Already on the edge as he kept ramming in on your g-spot. “Steve, kiss me please?” You needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his beards on your face.

Circling a hand under your waist to pull you up and closer to him, his hips setting a punishing pace, he crashed his lips on yours. Clashing your teeth together. He moaned as you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, before kissing him again.

Letting go of his lips, just for a second to pepper kisses all over his beard and then kissing him deeply.

You clenched around his length, pulling his hair, biting the hilt to his jaw to stifle your scream. Waves of pleasure crashing over you one after another.

He came right after you, with a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you.

He laid beside you, on his side your bodies still connected. He couldn’t have any of his spend escaping your tight cunt.

He kissed the crown of your head. “You liked your first gift?” he asked as you hummed. “Don’t worry, I got plenty more for you.” he smirked already feeling himself get hard again in your pussy.

When you were quiet for a while, so unusual for you, your fingers playing with his beard, “What’s wrong, pup?” He tilted your face up so he could see it.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. Suddenly feeling guilty for ruining your precious pictures. “They need you more than I ever will - your team and this world.”

“That’s... true. You don’t need me. You’re a strong woman, if anything I need you. But that’s a good thing, sweetheart. You want me. And that's enough for me.”

“Really?” Your lips curling up in a big grin as you nuzzled his beard, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

Steve’s heart was big enough to share him with the entire world. That he could still love you more than you could even begin to comprehend. And always make his way back to you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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Power Trip

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 576

Summary: You don’t like to follow order and Steve doesn’t like it one bit...or maybe he does.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the awesome prompt below from the lovely @hannahshattuck Hope you like this babes! Thank you all so much reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Sassy reader, sassy Steve, maybe slightly dom Steve, light dirty talk, teasing and implied smut ;)

When the ringing in your ears finally stops you are able to hear the heavy footfalls of Steve’s boots, his jaw set in a hard line as he approaches. You want to roll your eyes but think better of it, instead crossing your arms over your chest. “Hey handsome,” you greet, cocking your hip out and smirking when his eyes wander over your body.

“Don’t hey handsome me baby girl. You know what you did was dangerous. Why are you acting like nothing’s wrong?” Taking a step closer you place your hand on his chest, letting your gaze drop to his lips before whispering, “but it needed to be done. Everyone is alive and we finished the mission.” With that you turn on your heel and walk away, an extra sway to your hips.

By the time you walk into your shared room, Steve is hot on your heels, slamming the door behind you and taking you by the arm, “you like makin’ me mad, dontcha?” He walks you backward until your pinned against the door, his large body caging you in, “maybe.” He growls, the sound low and deep and you can’t stop your body from trembling with need.

“Why can’t you just follow orders? You know how I worry.” You push your bottom lip out in a pout and bat your eyes, letting your fingertips run down his stealth suit, “I’m sorry, I don’t take orders. I barely take suggestions.” His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, “is that so?” You give him a coy look, slowly circling your arms around his neck, “mmm hmm.”

His hands are grasping your waist and he pulls you forward, rocking his hips against you so you can feel how hard he is. “I don’t think that’s entirely true, now is it sweetheart?” You start to unbuckle his suit, quickly freeing him of the straps and zippers and letting the top fall to the floor before you get to his pants. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Captain.”

He stops you just as you’re about to pull his pants down, “I think,” his lips meet your neck, sucking on the soft skin and making you turn to putty in his hands, “that you, baby girl, are far too sassy for your own good.” Your head falls back against the door and you give him better access to your neck, now fumbling with his pants in a weak attempt to get them off. “Steve,” you nearly whine, opening your eyes to find his a much darker blue than usual.

His thick fingers grasp the zipper at the back of your suit and slowly pull it down before he carefully peels if from your skin, exposing your lace bra and panties. You reach out, trying to get your hands on him but he grabs your wrist, as well as the other and pins them above your head with one hand. Steve’s other hand languidly smooths down your stomach, stopping just above your underwear, “I bet you’re soaked for me.”

You roll your hips forward, wantonly moaning against his mouth, “why don’t you find out?” He dips his hand lower, keeping your wrists tightly bound above you, “It looks like I’m gonna have to fuck the sass right out of you baby girl.” When he runs a finger through your dripping folds he can’t hide his triumphant smile, “and I think that’s exactly what you want me to do.”

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secretsandwriting · 4 years ago

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Hey can u do a Damian x reader like ok bare with me so maybe that they are family friends and Damian was like friends with her when they were young but now that they're like 17-18 ish he's rude towards the reader and doesn't talk to her much and so she's also like that with him and then idk you can end it however you want I trust you 😊

Oh hey look, another part of a longer fic I'll probably never write. Also, I know the names probably cheesy as fuck but I suck at naming groups.

Word Count - 1,168

Beta Read - Nope

You had met Damian when you were 5, Damian was part of the League of Assassins while you were part of a different organization known as Death’s Silence. Because both groups were assassins and better than your average groups they decided to make peace and work together.

So, as the heir of Death’s silence, you were to learn with the heir of the League of Assassins. That's how you met Damian, by training together. Being the only children out of the hundreds gathered, you two grew close. You trained together and made games out of it, it was allowed for the sole reason it was still training and you two were getting along. So stamina tests became games of tag, stealth training was a game of hide and seek tag, strategy training became games of chess, and so forth.

They didn’t have any trouble getting the two of you to train anymore. Both of you were just happy to have a friend and that you could have fun without worrying about getting in trouble. But all good things come to an end.

When you were back at your home base, waiting to go back to the one shared by the two, an incident happened. One of your parents' trusted friends set them up so that they died on a mission hoping they would be able to take over Death’s Silence. However they were killed before they could try. It was decided by the elders that they would temporarily disband until you were old enough to lead them, until then. You would go into foster care and establish yourself into society so that no one would suspect anything from you.

You never got to say goodbye to Damian, you never got to tell him what happened or explain why the letters suddenly stopped. Due to this, as well as losing your family and everything you knew. You didn’t adjust well. Acting out sent you from home to home. No one wanted to keep a troublemaker even if they were only 6.

Home from home, that was what happened for 6 years. The first 2 years you fought without actually fighting. Setting fires, hitting kids in school, and refusing to listen to the adults. But then your behavior changed overnight.

You stopped fighting. Instead you just stayed quiet, never speaking, and hiding all your emotions. It was like you had just given up. When people looked in your eyes, they looked like they belonged to an adult who had hit rock bottom, not an 8 year old little girl.

When you were 12, you were adopted by a couple who you had never met. Because you had never met beforehand, they were required to do monthly meetings with your social worker until it was clear you were safe and happy. 2 months in and they stopped the meetings because to the surprise of everyone, you blossomed.

You could train again. After all, if you wanted to help them keep the city safe you couldn’t be rusty. In your free time, you were allowed to experiment with different hobbies until you found ones you liked. They let you talk about home and your parents, while they didn’t agree with half the ideals and you weren’t allowed to kill most of the people (at least yet, murder wasn’t completely off the table) you could still use the techniques you had been taught. It was better than any home you could have hoped for.

When you got your phone, you looked for Damian on different social media but you couldn’t find him. So you asked for help from your family and they found him. He was going by his fathers last name, Wayne.

Hoping to talk with your friend again you sent him a message, he read it and then you found yourself blocked from all his accounts. When you went to Gotham for your adopted fathers business with Bruce Wayne, Damian and his adopted brothers were there. He spoke to you when he had to but after when you tried to talk with him after he turned and walked away. His family did the same. They didn’t agree to the deal.

It hurt, the one friend you had. The one who made the hell you were raised in tolerable seemed to hate you and he wouldn’t tell you why or let you explain. It was like he just wanted you to disappear from his life, this time forever.

So you gave up. You stopped trying to contact him and when you saw him you only spoke when necessary. Trying to move on, you made more friends around you but you weren’t ever as close with them as you were with Damian.

Five years. For five years you acted like you were never close with Damian. It started affecting you mentally and it kept getting worse. In order to help, your dad took you to a therapist. Every week you would go and everything would come out, she helped you learn how to cope with it until you were able to move one. She said you were grieving one of the last meaningful relationships from your childhood before the foster system and that it was normal and it was good. It was healthy.

So you kept pretending you were fine around him until you couldn’t. It was a fancy Gala held by one of your father’s business partners. Apparently he was also partnered with Bruce Wayne. Due to everything going on it wasn’t too long in before you were starting to feel overwhelmed. You were surrounded by a ton of people, some of them crowding around you wanting to talk to the heir of the company. Excusing yourself before you started panicking, you went to a side room to take a breather and try to relax enough you could go back out there without crying.

But the entire Wayne group was in there, freezing in the doorway you were about to leave but Damian looked up and decided to say something to you for the first time since you had found him again.

“What do you want?” That was the breaking point, bursting into tears you just turned and left. It was too much. Finding an empty hall you ended up sitting on the floor, head on your knees while you sobbed. One of the other ladies there found you. She helped you up and took you to your parents, suggesting they leave early. That’s exactly what they did. However the news got a hold of it and the next day headlines read,

Gala left Y/n L/n crying

You ignored it. It wasn’t the worst thing they had written about you. So you went about as if they had never written it and it went away. Within a month everyone had forgotten about it and you decided you were going to work through your grief as fast as possible. You were tired of feeling this way. Especially because of a boy.

#Damian Wayne x reader #dc #dc fanfic #dc damian wayne #batfam

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vixenpen · 4 years ago

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ooooh can you do 32 with our boy shigaraki? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 i’d let that man destroy me

“I don’t see why I have to be the operative on so many.” You whined, cutting your boyfriend, Shigaraki, off.

He was explaining his newest scheme for the league to infiltrate yet another high security facility.

“Look down.” He shot back.

You did, and the cute little v-neck shirt you wore, showing off the assets you loved to flaunt so much, stared back at you.

“Oh yeah...”

“If our tactics don’t get us past the guards, those will. He explained. “Now-“

“I feel like you’re pimping me out a little, Shiggy.” You pouted.

Shigaraki sighed, aiming a withering look at you.

“I’m just doing what’s best for the mission—“

“Sexism?”

“Stealth, y/n.” He rubbed his forehead. “Look you’re the most attractive person in the league.”

“Rude!” Twice exclaimed before following up with; “It’s true though.”

“You’re also the most normal,” Shigaraki continued, “and you’re an attractive girl—and men are stupid. It’s just a backup measure in case our other methods don’t work.”

“Hmm, ok.”

“Ok?” He repeated like a parent checking to make sure a child has picked up their school lesson. “Now, as I was saying-“

“But what if something bad happens to me? Like sexual assault.”

Dabi snickered, earning an incredulous look from you.

“Well, it’s good to know you think sexual assault is so funny, Dabi.” You snapped at him, hand on your hip and brow raised.

“It’s not that,” Dabi replied, leaning against the bar with his hands folded. “It’s that you think someone is going to actually be able to hurt you with that quirk of yours.”

You straightened under his praise. “Oh, well thank you!”

“Will you all please shut the hell up, and let me finish!” Shigaraki snapped.

The room quieted, although Dabi did snicker again.

“Ok, now, after we’ve gotten past the guard, Compress will come in and-“

“Wait where do I go after that?”

“Y/n, I swear to god if you interrupt me one more time, so help me god...”

You held up your hands defensively.

Shigaraki released a drawn out sigh and cleared his throat before continuing.

“Ok, now, Compress will take over from there. I’m pairing him and Dabi, to get what we need and get the he’ll out, then-“

“Why don’t I go with them?”

Shigaraki’s pale skin began to pinken with anger, and everyone sensed the blow up staring to happen.

You held your breath, preparing yourself for one of Shiggy’s classic blow ups. But instead, she held up his hands, declaring: “Meeting dismissed. Clearly, everyone needs to take five. So let’s go.”

“Damn, y/n, you sure can clear a room.” Dabi laughed.

“Geez, y/n,” Toga chuckled. “If I’d known that’s all it took, to get out of these meetings, I would have recruited you sooner.”

“EVERYBODY CLEAR OUT, NOW!” Shigaraki roared again.

His comrades traded looks, but silently cleared the room. You began to do the same, but Shigaraki snatches you back, holding his pinkie out.

“Not you, chatter box.” He sneered.

He pulled you tight against his chest, red eyes glare fixed on you. There was a hint of anger and more than a little lust in them. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours, tongue sliding into your mouth.

The kiss was frantic, and desperate. When he pulled away you were breathless. Shigaraki’s hands traveled to your ass, pulling you in tight.

His bulge pressed into your crotch.

“Sh-Shiggy...”

“Shut up for once, y/n,” he whispered. “I know you can feel that, and since you had so much to say during the meeting, I’m blaming this on you.”

He pressed a thumb to your bottom lip, and traced it. Your pussy grew hot with need.

“So, why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, and suck this dick?”

A shaky breath escaped you. You held your man’s gaze as you sank to your knees. You licked your lips, and unfastened his pants.

His thick dick smacked your lips.

“Open wide, y/n, and don’t you dare stop.”

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 4 years ago

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Boethia’s Bidding

Many people remember Mephala’s cut quest from Skyrim, about Baalgruf’s kids being corrupted by the Daedric Prince’s whispers and slaying their own father. It leads to a general worsening for the hold since Baalgruf’s brother is a far worse Jarl than him, even if he does instantly join the Imperials as soon as he gains power, and ends with you betraying one of the few Jarls who trusted in you from the very start in a far worse way than you would be able to do in Vanilla by siding with the Stormcloaks.

Everyone knows about that cut quest.

But how many people even ever heard about Boethia’s Bidding till this post came along?

Boethia’s Bidding is a cut continuation quest for the vanilla Boethia’s quest, Boethia’s Calling. After slaying her former champion and gaining the Ebony Mail, the prince will appear to you and ask you one final show of power and loyalty to them.

You will need to go to Solitude, and slay Jarl Elisif as she’s wrecked by Paranoia and fear at the plots happening all around her.

It’s a very stealth/speech oriented quest. Boethia’s machinations have left Elisif a nervous wreck, locked up in her room and armed in fear of potential assassin, unwilling to see anyone, the security in the palace tripled.

You will either sneak inside (in which case if they find you in a “forbidden” zone the guards will turn hostile) or you can talk your way inside to the steward, and convince to let you talk to her as her friend/thane, or even become her personal bodyguard, all the while being escorted by at least ONE guard.

It seems like an interesting, stealth/assassin oriented quest honestly, but I’m not here to talk about this.

So, you get inside Elisif Room, posing as her bodyguard, and she tells you this.

Image Description: Elisif Direct Quote from the cut quest: "I'm glad they finally believed me. About the assassin I mean. It's been so hard since my Torygg passed. No one takes me seriously. So how's this work exactly? Do you just kind of stand there on the look out? That's what Bolgeir does. Well, he sort of looms more than stands. Bolgeir's loyal, but even he doesn't do what I ask. Case in point, this whole assassin thing. Well at least I have you now. Look at me ramble... Well, I guess I'll go about my business sulking in here. You can stand over there in the corner watching for assassins."

No one fucking takes Elisif seriously. Ever. The steward will berate her suspicions when you ask him about assassins, and everyone will simply go “grief must have make her go mad, poor girl.”

Everyone underestimates her and shit, and you MIGHT think this quest is trying to remedy on that, especially since her worries are funded, instead it seems the only way you can end this quest is by killing Elisif.

After you do it, Boethia will appear and congratulate you for your doing, and... seemingly give you nothing but their respect. Erikur (The thieves guild plant) will become the new Jarl of Solitude, hence him having Jarl dialogues and the Jarl title in game (I always assumed he was supposed to be the Stormcloak Jarl, but this makes it even worse somehow).

The quest is unfinished so we don’t know what would Elisif’s death bring to the also unfinished Civil War questline.

We have to keep in mind a couple things tho, such as Boethia’s shrine being very close to Winshelm, and Stormcloak Alligned guards and soldiers commenting on how their cause seem to have been favoured by “Daedric Nobility” itself... when they are not calling Elisif a bitch rotting in oblivion that is.

Since we know for a fact from Elder Scrolls Legends lore that Boethia was directly supporting the Thalmor War Effort, it’s not difficult to say who actually asked the prince for Elisif’s death, or why would they decide to support the Stormcloaks in such a way. Erikur, the new Jarl who has close commercial ties with both the Dominion, the Empire, the Thieves Guild AND the Stormcloaks, is ALSO heavily implied to have had an hand in the assassination, without however tying it to the Dark Brotherhood for some reason.

We can also be glad they didn’t decide to add this quest to the game either. Elisif is already an INCREDIBLY wasted character in Vanilla, to waste and ruin her even more by simply fridging her out of nowhere and with no reward, only to then have her be cursed by her enemies as the man who plotted her murder seats on her throne all smug about it.

There is also another thing we need to keep in mind however, and that’s for the possibility that this, again, unfinished quest is missing other possible options. Boethia tells you a very specific line when you finish this quest after all:

Image Decription: “Remember always this: You need answer to no authority, neither mortal, nor divine... As you will it, so it shall be.”

The divine part is particularly important. Boethia is demanding for you to do their bidding (title drop), yet at the same time they claim everything should be done by your own free will. Maybe there IS a way to finish the quest without killing Elisif, to spite the Deadric prince by your own free will and not kill her.

Erikur is involved, so say there actually IS an assassin in the Blue Palace among the many, seemingly useless thanes and housecarls in Elisif court, among all her servants or guards? Maybe you have to beat them to the time to kill Elisif, or in turn you can also save her from them. You save Elisif, expose Erikur who is put in Jail/executed, his sister becomes the new Thieves Guild Plant for their missions, and Elisif now either trusts you alot and is willing to follow your advice and shit, or better yet has finally understood that she needs to be her own woman and shit, meaning that if this happens before season unending in season unending she will be far more assertive and will be far more proactive alongside Tullius, but in case of Stormcloak victories she will also die (In which case Erikur gets in power) as she attempts to assassinate Ulfric and probably dies in the process. (which you can stop or not, in which case the rebellion is in shambles even if Skyrim is indipendent now, and everything sucks even more than it would under Ulfric since the next in line for the throne is Galmar).

Either way after you find the second assassin and actually save Elisif (Maybe have hearts and apples involved for some nice Snow White symbolism? Important for later), either gaining her trust or making her a shrewder ruler as a result, maybe even both, Boethia will appear to you when you are finally alone.

They will congratulate you to have “outplotted” the lord of plots, much like Hircine congratulates you for hunting the hunters during his own quest, and for having followed your own free will, especially after having literally murdered a guy who had started doing the exact same thing (following his free will rather than Boethia’s orders), which would make you either incredibly stupid or incredibly far sighted, since now Elisif is on the path to become a ruler following the spirit of Boethia’s teaching, if indirectly, and you will be her trusted advisor, the only one who believed her when she realized there was a traitor in their midst, giving you (and Boethia as her champion) much power in turn.

Of course, this is me giving Todd way too much credit. The quest was probably as set up as it was in the scripts to the letter because Bethesda can’t stand the thought of a Girlboss winning, it was just never implemented, and all this new way to end it was never intended to exist, but you know, it’d be really nice if we did something with Elisif outside of the way she’s already treated in canon.

It’d be cliche in a way, and it’d be not as well written as I wished it was, but it would still be SOMETHING MORE than the way she’s treated in canon.

You know... Elisif the Fair... becoming Elisif the Girlboss. Under Boethia’s blessing. And with the Dragonborn kneeling at her side as her vizier and enforcer.

A Wicked Hunter befitting of the Fairest Queen of them all.

Wouldn’t that be rad?

#skyrim #elisif the fair #elder scrolls #tes lore #skyrim lore #skyrim mod #there's a mod that puts the cut quest back as it is unfortunately #boethiah #boethiah's calling #boethiah's bidding

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sergeanttucker · 5 years ago

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Uniform-/Praise Kink

Summary: Nat tries to convince (Y/N) to finally make a move on Steve, but she refuses. Unfortunately, Steve heard their conversation on a mission and now wants to know if she really wants him.

Warning: SMUT!, some dirty talk, praise, the damned stealth suit, teasing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this)

Word count: 4074 (it wasn’t supposed to be this long)

AN - I’m so fucking sorry all of this took me so long.

AN2 - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration.

AN3 - Feedback appreciated

Living in the tower was great for the most part. There was everything you could ever need and you did not have to worry about anything. Well, apart from the alien attacks and looming apocalypses.

The only thing that drove (Y/N) crazy was the blonde super soldier aka. Captain America aka. Steve Rogers. The perfect gentleman, always attentive and helpful, perfect body, perfect hair and a much too attractive face. Was it even allowed to look that good?

Right now, he stood at the end of the table and explained the plan for the mission, which would take place next week, but (Y/N) could not concentrate on what he said, too busy watching the muscles working under his much too tight shirt.

"You're drooling." Natascha's voice hit her ears, she had moved closer to her to whisper in her ear, a grin on her face.

"I can’t help it, why does he have to wear those tight shirts? It's his fault." (Y/N) defended herself. Natasha's grin grew. "Maybe you should finally do something about it, tell him you want him."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she looked at her friend. "Oh yeah, good plan. 'Hey, Steve, you may not have noticed it yet, but I'd appreciate it if you fuck my brain out.'"

While (Y/N) was talking to Natasha, Steve had stopped talking and looked at the two of them, anything but a happy expression on his face. "Are the ladies done with whatever there was to talk about, and can return their attention to the meeting?"

"Yeah, we're done." Natasha was still grinning and winking at (Y/N) as she turned her attention back to Steve. The hard tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine as she blushed, pressing her thighs against each other. "I'm sorry, Captain."

For a moment, (Y/N) thought she had seen that Steve was clenching his jaw as she addressed him with his title. But she had only imagined it ... right?

Steve looked at her for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing with his talk. (Y/N)'s eyes darted to Natasha for a second, she was still grinning. (Y/N) slumped back in the chair, a heavy breath leaving her. For the rest of the meeting, she tried not to let her mind wander to the nasty corners of her brain.

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Two weeks had passed since the meeting and the mission was over. The only thing (Y/N) wanted to do now was fall face first into her bed, forgetting everything that had happened the day before. The reason she wanted to forget was that Steve overheard a conversation between her and Natasha.

Of course, it was again one of those conversations in which Natasha tried to persuade her to take the first step before anyone else did. After Steve heard everything, he had tried to talk to (Y/N) about it, but she had stopped him before he could say anything and had been avoiding him ever since.

The entire flight back to the tower, (Y/N) could feel his eyes on her, but she never looked at him, and left her eyes on the book in front of her. Even before the jet landed properly, (Y/N) jumped out and sprinted towards her room, the confused glances of her teammates following her.

After a long, hot shower, she wrapped a fluffy towel around her body and dried her hair before stepping back into her bedroom. She almost dropped the towel when she saw Steve sitting on her bed, still dressed in his stealth suit. She grabbed her chest and tightened the towel around her. "Steve, what the hell, what are you doing here?"

The soldier got up and scratched his neck strangely as he blushed, his eyes wandering briefly over her body. "I um ... I just ..." He cleared his throat and forced his eyes to look her in the face. "I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) sighed heavily and took a few steps toward her dresser, starting to look for underwear in one of the drawers so she would not have to look at him. "Steve, just ... just forget what I said, it's strange enough that you heard it, do not make it even weirder by telling me how inappropriate it was ..."

The next time he spoke, his voice sounded much closer, the small hairs on the back of her neck straightening up. "Did you mean it?" He was only an arm's length away, his voice calm. "Steve, I ..."

"Did you mean what you said?" His voice sounded demanding as he interrupted her. He had come even closer, close enough for (Y/N) to feel the warmth of his body. As she moved in her place, the fabric of his suit brushed against her, sending a shiver down her spine.

She licked her dry lips and dropped her head as she nodded slightly. "Yes." It was little more than a whisper, but it was enough for Steve. He pressed the entire length of his body against her back, effectively trapping her between his body and the dresser as he gripped her hips, his mouth pressed against her ear. "You could just have told me, doll, I'm more than willing to give you what you want." He pressed his crotch against her ass and bit her neck lightly, leaving her gasping at the sudden action.

"You know ..." He pressed kisses over her neck and shoulder. "... I've noticed you watching me for a while ..." Sucking her throat, he made her moan softly as one of his hands stroked over her thigh toward her pussy. "... especially when I train or wear this suit, you like the stealth suit, don’t you?"

(Y/N) grabbed the edge of the dresser to stabilize herself as his fingertips swept over her slit with barely noticeable touch. "Yes, Steve."

"No, no, doll, what's my name?" He pulled his hand away from her pussy, making her complain about the loss of skin contact.

"I love your stealth suit, Captain." Steve chuckled darkly at the needy tone in her voice and put his hand back on her pussy, pressing one of his fingers between her folds to lightly touch her clit. "That's a good girl."

His finger lightly dived into her entrance, groaning deeply against her neck. "You're so wet, doll, who are you so wet for?" His finger circled her clit, her hips jerking against his hand to get more friction. "You, Captain, always for you."

Steve growled and turned her around, the towel falling to the floor between them, leaving her standing naked in front of him. Strong, rough hands stroked her hips before he lifted her and put her on the dresser. His eyes wandered over her body, sending shivers down her spine, because of the hungry and greedy look in them. His hands were on her knees, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. "I knew it would be worth the wait ..."

Suddenly he grabbed her jaw and pulled her face closer to him, their lips touching slightly as he began to speak. "Tell your captain what you want."

A whimper fell from her lips as he withdrew his head as she tried to kiss him. "I want you, please fuck me, Captain."

Greedy lips pressed against hers as Steve took a hold on her hair, angling her head so he could push his tongue into her mouth. Finally, (Y/N)'s dreams come true. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him further between her legs to grind her pussy against him. The friction of the suit felt heavenly against her most sensitive part, causing her to moan into the kiss.

Steve bit her lower lip as he broke the kiss, tugging her bottom lip as he gripped her hips to stop her movements. "You really like this suit, huh?" He smirked when she nodded frantically and tried to rub against him again. "I'll tell you something ... If you're a good girl for your captain, then maybe I'll keep the suit on while I fuck you."

A needy sound fell from her lips, which made Steve's grin even wider. "Yeah? This sounds good, huh? You will be my good girl?"

"Yes, Captain. I will be your good girl." Steve's grin turned into a smile and he stroked softly over her cheek before he pressed his lips against hers again, this time it was a gentle kiss. He kept his face close to hers, whispering against her lips. "Get on your knees, babygirl."

Like the gentlemen he is, he took her hand in his and helped her off of the dresser, looking down at her as soon as her knees hit the carpet. He carded his hand through her hair, smiling down at her. "Good girl. Now, you're going to make your Captain feel good, yeah?"

(Y/N) nodded excitedly and shuffled closer to him, eyes fixed on his face. At first, Steve wondered why she didn't start until he realized she waited for permission. The realization of it made him even harder than he already was, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Go on, babygirl."

Without hesitating, she reached for the utility belt of his suit. She had problems opening it because her hands were shaking with excitement. Just as she was about to sigh in frustration, she could hear Steve chuckle. "Do you need help, babygirl?"

(Y/N) pouted at the amused tone of his voice, which made Steve's grin grow. Replacing her hands with his own, he opened his belt with only one practiced movement before throwing it on a nearby chair.

The rest of his pants (Y/N) managed to open alone despite her trembling hands, she pulled down his pants just enough to gain access to his boxer-clad cock. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the growing bulge and she bit her lip at the view, she had always suspected that Steve was well endowed, but seeing it now made even more wetness grow between her thighs.

Actually, (Y/N) would like to let him wait a little, tease him until he was just as desperate for her touch as she was for his, but she herself was far too impatient. For an eternity, she had been waiting for a moment like this, she just did not have it in herself to wait any longer.

Her hands stroked his thighs until her fingers pushed into the waistband of his underwear, slowly she pulled it down until his cock finally jumped free. The relieved sigh of Steve when his erection was released from his prison was drowned out by the needy whimper of (Y/N).

(Y/N) kept eye contact with Steve as she leaned closer and she could see his Adam's apple pacing up and down as she stuck her tongue out. Steve took a deep breath as the tip of her wet muscle stroked from his base to the sensitive head, circling it before slowly disappearing between her soft lips.

Both Steve and (Y/N) groaned as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, his hand reaching for her hair and holding it out of her face so he could see her face more closely. "Fuck, babygirl ... your mouth feels like heaven."

(Y/N) hummed contentedly and began slowly moving her head up and down, tongue pressing against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

A deep groan erupted from the soldier and his head tipped back as his tip reached the back of her throat. How long he had waited for this to happen he didn't know exactly. The only thing Steve did know was that it was well worth the wait and that if he didn't stop her now, this would be over way too soon.

He used his grip on her hair to gently pull her back up to her feet. Two big hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a heated kiss, tongues battling for dominance, but, of course, Steve won. He walked her backwards until her back hit the nearby wall, hands gripping her thighs before he hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around him.

"I need to be inside of you..." His voice was deeper than (Y/N) had ever heard it, it sent shivers down her spine and made a whimper fall from her lips as her eyes darted between his. His forehead was pressed against hers as he waited for her consent, which she quickly gave. "Please, fuck me, captain."

A deep groan followed by a bruising kiss was his answer to her plea. He pushed one of his hands between their bodies and took a hold on his leaking cock, positioning it at her entrance before pushing into her in one slow stroke.

(Y/N) had to break the kiss, her mouth opened for a moan but no sound came out as her head slumped back against the wall. The feeling of his cock stretching her walls was overwhelming and she even thought she would pass out once he bottomed out. "F-fuck..."

A deep groan rumbled in Steve's chest as her walls stretched to make room for him. It was a tight fit, tighter than he thought it would be. He let his head fall against her shoulder, face scrunched up in concentration. He wanted nothing more than to pound into her to make her scream his name at the top of her lungs, but he knew, he had to let her adjust, after all, he wanted it to be pleasurable for both of them. "Fuck, babygirl.... you're so f-fucking tight. Please tell me I can start to move."

A breathy laugh hit his ears, making him look up at her in wonder. (Y/N) had a grin on her face and whispered "language," before she tried to move against him.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her as a grin of his own spread over his face. "Oh, you're in for it now, babygirl. Better hold on tight."

The witty remark (Y/N) wanted to throw at him died on her tongue and made place for a surprised high-pitched moan as Steve thrusted into her once. "You wanted to say something?"

(Y/N) wanted to slap the shit-eating grin from his handsome face, but just as she opened her mouth to say something, he thrusted into her again. "F-fuck, Steve... s-stop teasing me."

"Since you asked so nicely..." His hands wandered from her thighs to her ass and gripped the flesh there tightly to keep her steady in his grasp. His eyes were fixed on where they connected, a groan rumbled in his chest when he pulled out of her and saw his dick covered in her juices. He thrusted hard and fast back into her before he repeated to slowly pull out.

(Y/N)'s mouth opened in silent moans when she felt how fucking deep he was. Her nails bore into the muscles of his strong shoulders as his thrusts gained speed. Steve chest rumbled with a deep groan when her silky walls clenched around him after a particular hard thrust. He averted his eyes from where they were connected and leaned forward to press rough kisses against the sensitive skin of her neck, all the while hammering with perfect precision into her g-spot.

"Shit, Steve... you feel so g-good inside of m... oh, fuck..." She was interrupted by a moan as her nipples dragged against the rough material of his stealth suit. Steve noticed this and wrapped one of his arms around her back to press her breasts harder against him, a smirk tugged at his lips when more broken moans and gasps fell from her lips.

Shortly after, Steve walked over to the other side of the room and dropped her in the middle of the bed. A sound close to a pathetic whine left her and she would probably be embarrassed about it later, but in that moment, she was too far gone to be ashamed. Steve stood in front of the bed and mustered her with an unreadable expression before he gripped her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge, causing a squeak to fall from (Y/N)'s lips.

"Spread your legs babygirl. I want to see your dripping pussy." His voice was hard as he watched her.

"Yes, Captain." A slight blush covered her cheeks when she did as she was told. Of course, this is what she always wanted, but it was kind of embarrassing to be exposed like this. She bit her lip when she heard the appreciating moan as his eyes fell between her legs.

"Look at you, baby. So obedient and so...," he kneeled on the bed between her legs and stroked a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness and smirking at the little gasp. "...so wet." He stuck his finger into his mouth and groaned at the taste of her, keeping eye contact with (Y/N) whose mouth was slightly opened as she watched him.

He let go of his finger with a 'pop' and smirked down at her. "You are delicious, darling. I will eat this little pussy of yours next time though." (Y/N)'s head dropped back with a moan at the thought, a tingling feeling spread in her stomach when she imagined the delicious burn of his beard between her legs.

Steve grinned smugly before his face went dead serious and made a gesture with his hand. "Turn around. Hands and knees. Don't move once you're in position."

As quickly as she possibly could, (Y/N) rolled over onto her stomach and lifted herself up like he wanted her to, licking her lip in anticipation as the mattress near her feet gave way under Steve's weight.

A deep chuckle behind her sent a shiver down her spine and she jumped slightly as a single finger stroked over her neck and shoulders, down the entire length of her spine and then detoured over her left ass cheek. "You're such a good girl, baby. So eager to please your captain. I'm so proud of you."

(Y/N) whimpered needyli and bucked her ass back against him, rubbing against his achingly hard cock, but before she could get a rhythm going, Steve gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her up, her back hit his chest as she squealed. He made a 'tsk' sound and feigned disappointment. "Not even two minutes ago I told you how proud I am of you and now this."

He tugged again, making her hiss at the sting and growled dangerously into her ear. "I thought you were my good girl?" Another whimper she would later deny ever making fell from her lips and even though Steve already voiced his displeasure about her lack of obedience, (Y/N) had a hard time not to rock back against his cock that was trapped between their bodies, leaking onto her skin.

"I-I am your good girl! Please, St-... captain! Please, I wanna be your good girl, I..."

"Shh..." Steve hushed her gently and instead of tugging at her strands now massaged the sting on her scalp away. "It's okay, babygirl." He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Just make sure you don't misbehave again."

"Y-yes captain."

"Good." He let her drop back onto the bed and tugged her hips upwards before he took a hold on his cock and nudged it against her opening. "Now be a good girl for me and don't move."

(Y/N) bit her lip and clenched the sheets in her fists as Steve circled the tip of his cock around her clit, his other hand had a firm grip on her hip. Steve took his time to tease her until she trembled violently before him and he fucking loved to see her like this.

He could see how hard it was for her to keep still, to be his good girl and he was so proud that she didn't budge. He leaned over her and gathered her hair to one side, exposing the right side of her neck and her shoulder. He pressed a single kiss against the spot right under her ear and whispered a "good girl" before he finally, finally, pushed back into her in one slow thrust.

Steve was rewarded with a hoarse moan of his name as he bottomed out. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder and scrunched his eyes shut. She was so fucking tight, he thought he would explode at any moment.

"Please move..." Her sweet whispered words pulled him out of his thoughts and, with one last kiss to her shoulder, he straightened back up again and slowly pulled out before pushing in again.

The pace he sat was steady, not too slow nor too fast, not too soft nor too hard. It was perfect. (Y/N) could feel herself getting closer to release with each drag against all the sensitive spots inside of her. She was dizzy with desire and need and had long ago dropped down to mattress, her arms just weren't strong enough to hold her up any longer.

Steve didn't seem to mind that she had moved, too occupied with how she felt wrapped around him. "You feel so good babygirl. So warm and wet... you were made for this, made for me, weren't you?"

"Yes..yes..." She couldn't form a proper sentence anymore, the only sounds falling from her lips beside the word 'yes' were moans of his name and breathless gasps when he perfectly hit the spot that made her see stars.

Steve groaned deeply when he felt her walls clenching and angled her slightly different so he would hit that spot over and over again. A high-pitched moan tore from her throat at the feeling, how it was possible to hit that deep was a mystery to her, but to be honest, she didn't really care as long as he kept going.

"F-fuck... I can feel you clenching my cock. You're close, aren't you?" Steve's voice sounded strained, as if he had to hold back or else he would cum right then and there.

"Yes!" She frantically nodded her head and pushed back against him, but to no use because as soon as she announced her coming release, Steve pulled out and quickly flipped her over onto her back. She whined in disappointment, but not for long. Steve spread her legs wide before he entered her again, leaning forward over her until the only thing she could see and feel was him.

"I want to see your face when you c...." This time, Steve was interrupted. (Y/N) had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a heated kiss. Steve growled and immediately took control over the kiss while his hips continued to hammer into her.

The moment her nipples rubbed against his suit again, (Y/N) had to break the kiss for a loud moan. Steve grinned down at her and pressed himself harder against her. "You like this, huh? Like the way my suit rubs against your pretty tits?"

"Yes..please don't s-stop... I'm so close, please..."

At her plea, Steve pushed a hand between their bodies and begun to rub circles around her sensitive nub. (Y/N) jumped slightly at the sudden touch and tried to press herself harder against him which was impossible since she was completely blanketed with the strong super soldier above her.

Steve pressed his forehead against hers and stared deeply into her eyes while he panted "You gonna cum babygirl? Yeah? Wanna cum around my cock? I know you do. Be a good girl for me and cum. Now."

She didn't need any further encouragement and not even a second later exploded around him. Her legs and arms tightened around him the same way her walls did around his cock. A loud broken moan erupted from her throat and it didn't take long for Steve to follow her over the edge. He groaned into her neck as he pumped his seed into her and didn't stop grinding against her until he was sure both of them rode their orgasms out.

They lay like that for a few more minutes; wrapped tightly in each other’s arms until their breaths were more even again. (Y/N)'s hand stroked through his slightly sweaty hair as Steve pressed kisses to her neck, a content hum left his lips at the feeling of her nails scratching his scalp. "Remind me to thank Nat later.” Steve just chuckled and pressed a kiss to her lips.

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black-dragon1998 · 4 years ago

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Kryptonian in the MCU (chapter2)

summary: picking up were we left off.

part 1

Tony was hosting a party and with this amount of people in the house, you couldn’t help but wonder how they all fitted inside. The house was big but the number of people wanting to party with ‘the Tony Stark’ was just humongous. Natasha had to stay near Tony a lot but the hug crowd worked in your advantage at the moment. In the sea of people, nobody noticed that you stole a couple of kisses from his assistant.

“I’ve missed you.” You whisper in her ear. Natasha chuckled from where she was leaning against the wall and smacked your arm.

“you have seen me this morning. Besides we are working.” You sighed at that, as always, she was right. Not that you were going to tell her that.

“I know but, I got distracted by you in that dress. You know I can’t resist you in things like this.” You take one of her shoulder straps and make it snap against her skin. Normally this got her excited to go further. Not tonight though, tonight she simply smiles at you before giving you one last kiss and walks away. After that, the party goes down fast.

In his drunken state, Tony thought it was a good idea to put on his Iron Man suit and blast a couple of objects around the house. You don’t know why but the, but the drunken crowd loves it and is cheering him on and throwing stuff in the air for him to blast.

Rhodey takes that moment to enter the house and looks not happy at what he sees. He immediately leaves for the workshop downstair and instantly goes for one of the suits. You head her into Nat’s direction to brief her about Rhodey.

Being stuck at human speed sucked and takes ages so before you reach her Tony and Rhodey start having a massive showdown. When rubble start flying around you have to stop to protect the drunken partygoers before you can reach Natasha. It seemed like the only thing you do for Stark was to make sure he didn’t kill anybody. After knocking each other through a couple of walls the party stops dead in its tracks, and panic breaks loose.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Natasha arguing with Pepper when a piece of rubbly is knocked their way. That is when you say, ‘to hell with it’. Super speeding toward them to protect them from the impact. The concrete crumbles on your back not even leaving a dent in your back.

“move it, ladies.” You grith out through clenched teeth as another piece of rubble hits your back. After using your supper speed things go a lot faster. Good too because Stark and Rhodey point their loaded lasers at one another like a sick game of chicken. Both too stubborn and arrogant to put their hand down, they fire.

You feel the shockwave coming toward you and prepare for it. If it hits any of the civilians, they could be heavily injured. You counter the shockwave by creating your shockwave. Clapping your hand together with all your force should do it. The blast destroyed the rest of the house, not that there was much left after the two kids had their showdown.

Tony was blasted into a wall and you saw Rhodey take off when the dust cleared. You flew after the metal coloured Iron Man suit know where it was going, otherwise, you were going to bend press Stark’s suit with him in it. Like expected Rhodey took it to military base, probably wanting to figure out how it worked. You turned back before they picked you up on their radar and send a couple of fighter jets after you.

You and Nick find Stark sitting in a giant doughnut somewhere in the middle of nowhere. You had put on your all-black stealth suit and helmet. seeing him sitting like that brought back all the anger you had felled yesterday.

Without warning, you jump up and threw him on the ground. Fury looking down at him with.

“I was going to ask you to exit the doughnut, but it seems I don’t have to do that anymore.” Fury spoke looking at Stark, who briefly looks up from under his sunglasses. Somehow, they stayed on when you tossed him to the ground.

“I told you before. I don’t want to join your super-secret boyband.” Stark was hanging in his seat, probably having a major hangover, and suffering from it. Good.

“I remember. You do everything yourself. How is that working out for you.” Fury sassed taking a sip from his coffee. You couldn’t help but snicker.

“What is their problem?” Tony asked glaring at you from under his glasses. You didn’t respond just stared back at him through your helmet.

“Their problem is that they had to clean up your messes for the past couple of days. There were a lot of messes to clean up, so they aren’t your biggest fan right now.” Furry answered. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind, but Natasha chose that to walk up to the three of you. She stopped next to you.

“We have secured the perimeter, but I don’t think we should hold it for too much longer.” Natasha briefed. You were able to give her waist a little squeeze as a way greeting her, so it went unnoticed by Stark. He was so busy picking his jaw back of the ground. Natasha took a seat next to Fury. After the little introduction was made Fury went back to business.

“you made your girl your CEO, being given your stuff away. You let your friend fly away with one of your suits.” Fury started.

“he didn’t just take it.” Stark tried to defend himself.

“Wow, wow your Iron Man and he just took it?” Fury sounded very unconvinced, so were you.

“well according to mister Starks security database his suits prevent the use by unauthorized users.” You chime in, voice distorted by your helmet.

“what do you want from me?” Stark was getting annoyed and so were you. Luckily for him, Natasha led you away and the last of the conversation. You heard Fury tell him that he wasn’t the centre of his universe and that he had somebody who would happily knock him around until he got that.

“easy, we want him to work for us not pound him into the ground.” Nat teased when the two of you were out of earshot, making you slightly glare at her.

“easy for you to say, you don’t see what could have happened to over a dozen innocent people.” Instead of arguing with you, she gave you a quick kiss, making you visibly relax.

“Better?” she asked while pulling back, smirking when you didn’t answer.

“maybe another to be completely sure.” Nat went back to give Tony something to suppress his symptoms and that he needed to look deeper into what he was already doing in finding a cure. After that, a temporary base was set up at what remained of Stark mansion to make sure Tony was working on this. Coulson was the unlucky agent that was assigned to babysit him.

Natasha had to stay, so as not to blow her assistant cover. After the party, she wasn’t longer Tony’s assistant but became Pepper’s one. Biggest relieve was you didn’t have to shadow him every step of the way, leaving it to Coulson and his team.

The free time gave you time to visit your favourite twins in Sakovia. You met them when they were around 10 years old and had just lost their parents from a bomb explosion. You were in the area on a SHIELD mission when you heard the explosion. After rescuing the twins you helped them to a rescue camp and helped them settle. You wanted to take them with you to the US, but your life was just too unpredictable to be razing two children, so you were forced to leave them there in an environment they knew. Promising yourself you would take them with you when your life became less hectic. Until that day came you had to settle on visiting them when you could.

How they did it you don’t know but every time you land on the ground, they are either screaming from the deck or are already launching at you. Today seemed no different. Within the moment of landing, you had a Maximoff twin on each arm. A pair of matching mischievous grins look up at you.

“look at this, not even landed five seconds and already I have captured captain troublemaker 1.” Looking at Pietro. “and troublemaker 2.” Looking at Wanda. Both giggle as you set them down.

“How have you two rugrats been doing?”

“Pietro has been sneaking out to see Zrinka!” Wanda immediately rats her brother out and hides behind you. Pietro becomes a little red in the face before rushing over yelling at his sister.

“Wanda you promised to you wouldn’t tell anybody.” Before you know it is a tug and war around you. When it’s over you till the two up again and walk into the house saying hello to Maria. you make dinner for the two and after settle down on the couch with one of them on either side of you.

Wanda was the smartest of the two but a bit more reserved than her brother, but when she sets her mind on something, she goes for it. Pietro is more outgoing but also a bigger goof than her brother. Pulling the two of them always into trouble. That night they fall asleep on you while watching TV.

You were able to stay for a couple of days before Fury called you back. With a couple of tears, both twins say goodbye to you, and you promise to come back as soon as possible.

“Nat, I had to come back for Justin Hammer’s big fuck you to Stark at Stark EXPO.” You could not believe they had made you come back for this.

“yes, and I’m sorry but Fury insisted on it. Hammer is going to show off Warhammer tech and he wanted to be sure things could be handled if it went wrong and let’s be honest with Hammer their always something wrong.” She was dressed in a beautiful black dress that looked amazing on her. Even Nat’s amazing dress couldn’t stop your frustrated grown.

“fine. I want a vacation after this with no work for a month.” You look down at your girlfriend who grinned up at her.

“That sounds amazing.” Natasha gave you a final kiss before he left to meet Pepper.

Nat had put you on the guestlist so you could get in without problems. You were taking your seat just before Hammer waltzes on the stage, trying to imitate Tony’s natural swagger. You at least had to hand it to him that he knew how to play and please the crowd. Everything went well until the drones had to demonstrate their capabilities. Stark flew in with his Iron Man suit and crashed the show and then out of Warhammer started attacking Stark and the drones started firing at the crowd and again all hell broke loose.

Stepping into a shadow where nobody could see you twitch your watch and your suit manifested over your clothes, tapping the side of your head to make your helmet appear. In suit, you didn’t have to worry about showing you powers.

“Zor-El the drones are remotely controlled, take them out while protecting the crowed. I’m going after Vanko.” Natasha orders you after she got all the information she needed from Hammer. You fly high into the sky to get a good look at where all the drones were. It seemed that most of them were after Stark and only a hand full were out causing mayhem. When you saw a building coming down you instantly reacted. You supported the crumbling building while the firefighters were helping the civilians getting out. After most people seemed to be out of danger you went after Stark and Rhodey.

“Base has been neutralized but Vanko is gone. Good news Rhodey has his suit back under control.” Natasha informed you. When you caught up with them it seemed like you missed the large fight drones were scattered all around.

Vanko had his energy wipes around their throats and saw them put up their hands to pull the same stunt they did at the mansion. Seeing it had not enough power you helped it a bit with your heat vision. Vanko went down but had one less trick up his sleeve and all the drones went into self-destructing.

Stark being Stark only thought only about Pepper leaving you to make sure everybody else got out. Using your superspeed nobody got what happened to them, but they were safe. After everybody was safe you landed on a nearby roof and looked over the destruction that had occurred. I reminded you of the destruction of your home planet, making sad memories resurface.

“Zor-El! Status?” Natasha broke through your string of thoughts. That woman always seemed to know when you needed to hear her voice.

“all clear on my end. You good?” not the first time she would hide an injury from you.

“All good. I think I’m going to ask Fury for a vacation too. What do you say we go somewhere remote just the two of us?” Natasha had become a lot more sluttery at the end and it made your knees weak.

“you bet I do. I just hope I don’t have to work with Stark anytime soon.” Both of you laughed at that.

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gagmebucky · 5 years ago

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[steve. breeding kink. baby.]

“Wanna know what makes it worse?” Steve leans in and trails his nose along the inviting curve of your shoulder and neck until his lips are adjacent with your ear. “My sense of smell, it tells me when your body is just ripe for the taking. It’s like you’re fucking calling me every single month—begging me to put your little pussy out of your misery. . . fuck and fuck until you’re milkin’ my kid right outta me.”

in which you’re playing with a baby and steve can’t resist himself. (includes steve’s pov, avenger!steve rogers x girlfriend!reader, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, mild daddy kink, unprotected sex.)

do not repost.

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Procedure requires debriefing at the end of every mission. In this hours-long process, an agent must recap the objectives and the means used to achieve them; deviations to the original plan and why; as well as whether success was gained, and any other pertinent intel possibly acquired.

This routine is mandatory for all those working for and with an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.; not even the Avengers are exempt from this. Except in this particular case where the titular first of the super-powered team has forgone the professional necessity, and instead, is in search of you.

Normally, America’s golden boy can handle the dangers that occur in such a violent but imperative field. He understands the risks and pressures inherent to his line of duty, and he’s always accepted it, dealt with it because the overall outcome dwarfs the bad.

On this particular assignment, however, the stakes were higher than usual and although the quick snap-quick decisions he made ultimately paid off, it didn’t soften the blow of the sacrifices made. Times like this, he has to wonder if it’s worth it.

The tension weighs on his shoulders and crackles underneath his skin; his synapses are frayed with the memory of each fallen agent, the orders he doled out preambling every one, and the electricity curls his fists and locks his jaw. It’s corrupting that logical part of his brain, and that craving for vengeance can’t be sated with his knuckles breaking a few punching bags.

In rare moments like these, when the serum is pumping through his veins like rabies, there’s one thing to straighten the edges and bring him back from the trenches. That solace is you; your alluring smile and twinkling eyes, the musical carry of your laugh, your seemingly innate ability to figure out what’s wrong and quell the turmoil cycloning inside of him.

So he doesn’t report to Fury like he’s supposed to, doesn’t go over the myriad of errors that only worsened as the mission progressed—no one stops him either.

When employees spot him marching down the corridors, stealth suit still on and rippling across his hulking mass, his strides colliding deafeningly with the floor, handsome and affable features tightened intensely, their only recourse is moved out of the way. Thankfully, they get the hint because if someone hadn’t, he knows he’d snap and do something he might regret.

His senses, formerly haywire in his manic state, have lasered into tunnel focus; his eardrums hone in on the specific sound wave of your crooning voice, and the olfactory nerves in his nostrils guide him in a trail to the source of your intoxicating essence.

Steve slams the door open and storms into the upper, restricted level of the headquarters. His hastened pace slows upon your increased dose, lulling his awareness and distance waning significantly. As his search nears its end, he recognizes where he’s at: the luxurious space designed by and created for Tony Stark.

The doors are open so he doesn’t waste time knocking (not that he possesses the patience to abide by his hundred year old manners). Upon entry, he’s taken the tranquility occupying the atmosphere and the sight of you bathed in the sun’s glow; bright rays beam through the impenetrable windowed wall of the tower while you gently rock the three month old baby perched on your shoulder, probably basking in the dual warmth of you and the star.

From afar, behind you, the brown-eyed girl’s mother stands. With her head tilted and soft gratefulness slanted into her lips, the strawberry blonde’s hip rests against the office’s wet bar and watches fondly as you effortlessly soothe her child’s fussiness into a thumb-sucking slumber.

“Aren’t they cute?” Pepper Potts remarks as he steps beside her. Her gaze maintains on his girlfriend and her daughter. “Morgan would not stop crying for the past few hours, and I did everything to calm her down. I was frazzled and at my wit’s end then I handed her off to her aunt, and now she’s as quiet as a mouse.” She pauses and spares a glance over to his adoration-fixed stare, a slyness twisting into her smile. “I don't know what stage you two are at but she’d make a great mom.”

Steve knows you occasionally babysit for the Starks, but he’s never seen you like this. You’re in your element, swaying back and forth while you hum inaudibly into the infamous delicate baby’s ear. Her small hands are curled around your neck and her face nuzzled into the crease of your shoulder, with the opposing thumb slid between her lips as her big chocolate eyes flutter into a peaceful rest.

Suddenly breathless—but it’s not from the exertion—he has to agree, nodding his head. “Y - yeah,” he answers to both statements because it’s fucking adorable, and while there’s never been a doubt about your caring nature, this cements the fact that you would be an amazing mother. The sensation boils in his gut, and his fingers twitch at his sides. “Has she always been this good with her?”

“Oh, yeah,” Pepper tells him matter-of-factly. “With her, other kids, too. She came with us to the park, and this one kid was screaming his head off and she just went over and poof! He was happy.” Her eyes are back on your slow pacing silhouette. “I would swear she was made for this. I bet she was a nanny in another life.”

His knuckles clench as her words ignite the simmering inferno of his being. Made for this, made for this, echoes in his head and he has to remind himself that he’s in public. But the primal image of you, radiating like an angel with a little piece of him growing inside you, has already carved itself in the forefront of his psyche.

Steve has never been into traditional gender roles, not even when he was in his time and it was the norm (he’s always been a very progressive thinker). But, God, he can’t deny the appeal now that he has you. There’s something so primally satisfying about having you at home, free of any worries that aren’t about your family, potentially—preferably—knocked up.

The carnal urge grips him more intensely than before. Usually, he can suppress that visceral desire to bury himself bare inside you and spill his virility until he further claims you as his. However, receiving a glimpse of you in this maternal state, it has every instinct screaming that you’re irrefutably perfect and primed.

As if on cue, you turn around with the effectively lullabied infant clinging around your neck. After a flicker of surprise, pleasant then concerned, you pad on over to carefully hand over Morgan to her thankful mother. Your attention rivets back to him with a knitted brow gaze.

“Babe, hey,” you greet in a gentle voice. Worry ebbs into your gaze amongst the usual stare of attraction upon dragging across the navy blue material that still clings to his muscular torso. You offer your hand, which he immediately takes, and you guide him out of the office into the hallway. The door shuts behind you, and the sectioned off level is empty, but your voice is still quiet when asking, “What happened?”

You stand barely a breath away, and the proximity pacifies his senses. His stance loosens while a smile upturns a corner of his mouth. “Nothing,” he answers then clarifies, “Nothing that matters anymore, anyway.”

The amendment dwindles your concerned curiosity because it’s honest—he doesn’t need to dwell when you’re standing here—and you can hear it; another lovingly scrutinizing up-and-down glance confirms that his earlier disquietude has settled significantly.

“D’you have fun back there?” he goes onto wonder, eyes flickering over to the closed door. Your earlier titillatingly visage snaps into his brain, and he subconsciously bites down on his bottom lip. “You looked like you were.”

You accept his subject-change with a nonchalant shrug. “Babies like me, and I like them,” you tell him, smiling at the admission. “What can I say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that you want me to knock you up.” The words fumble out of his mouth before he thinks about it, and while he hadn’t intended on letting it slip, if he did, it would’ve been without the serious fluctuation he blurted it out with.

In a lame attempt to correct his slip of the tongue regarding a topic you both rarely discussed, he quickly adds, “I’m joking.” A surprised expression had crossed your features upon processing his former response, transitioning into something he can’t yet pinpoint if he likes. As if to test the waters—or dig himself into a deeper hole—he says, matter-of-factly, borderline suggestive, “But you know, back in my day, you’d probably already have a few popped out by now.”

“Mr. Rogers!” you gasp in an almost-shocked tone, but your cheeks split with a devious grin. “Are you telling me you want to be a daddy?”

Disheveled by his mission, then upended by your placating presence, he’s more awkward than the day he met you. “Fuck. Look, I’d never pressure you, okay?” For the millionth time, the previous scene plays mentally; he exhales heavily. “It’s just you with her, and I. . . never mind.” He shakes his head, deciding he’s still on the edge from both events today, and dismisses his animalistic inkling. “Act like I didn’t say anything.”

You fold your arms and nod.

“Uh-huh, daddy,” you drawl, scintillating in mischievousness that simultaneously has his heart skipping a beat and his cock jumping. Your smirk widens before disappearing beneath a cascade of feigned innocence. “We can just act like you don’t want me to have your kid.”

His lips part at your teasing twist of his words. “That’s - that’s not what I said.”

“Isn’t it?” You lift a brow. “It is. So, maybe I should find a guy who does. I think any other man would take immense pleasure in going condomless inside of me.” One hand wiggles into your jacket pocket while you peddle away from his orbit; a rectangular plastic ruffles as his reflexes instinctively catch it. “You know, I think Bucky would really appreciate me. I bet he’d have the manners to really wife me up and make me—“

He knows you’re poking fun of him; playfulness alight within your gaze that he usually enjoys. In actuality, he understands there’s zero truth in your jesting and he’d be more amused than jealous. However, currently, the circumstances have corrupted his sensibilities.

“That’s not funny.”

Your laugh echoes musically. “It’s not ‘cause it isn’t a joke,” you say between your giggles, your amusement pardoning your spacial awareness. “I mean—Steve!” Your yelp is louder and even more musical when he surges forth and reigns you in.

Air expels from your chest as his body cages yours against the wall. Using one hand to brace himself above you, his opposing appendage tilts your dazed blinking up. “Now do you really think I don’t want you to carry my kid?” he rumbles. “Because if it were up to me, I would’ve taken claim to your womb the second I saw you.”

Your breathing hitches, and you try to remain unaffected but he’s too keen on your reactions to be fooled. “O - oh?”

“Yeah.” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Wanna know what makes it worse?” He leans in and trails his nose along the inviting curve of your shoulder and neck until his lips are adjacent to your ear. “My sense of smell, it tells me when your body is just ripe for the taking. It’s like you’re fucking calling me every single month—begging me to put your little pussy out of your misery. . . fuck and fuck until you’re milkin’ my kid right outta me.”

A sound, hybrid between a moan and a gasp, escapes your throat; humor eviscerated, desire exudes from you and submerges his senses in a provoking intoxication. The rush sinks into his brain and triggers that visceral frenzy within him but he has no interest in suppressing it anymore.

He releases a guttural groan and grabs your hips. His big hands splay on either side, thumb slightly kneading back and forth, and he draws you in closer. “I can smell you right now, too. Not only how wet you’re gettin’ but that it’s that time for you, isn’t it?” he purrs and nips at your lobe. “You’re mine for the taking.” His teeth catch your pulse, sucking a mark onto the vulnerable skin. “Hm, baby?”

“Y - yes!” you moan wantonly loud as your weight sags into his embrace. “Always.”

“Good—” His hands cinch on your flanks and abruptly hoist you up: prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms to encircle around his neck. “—cause holding back with you is gonna be impossible.”

With your body clutched around his abdomen, he heads for the closest empty room, scoped out via his enhanced hearing. Unceremoniously, he turns a handle and breaks the lock of the unused office space; two doors down from the main room, it’s smaller but it has a sturdy-looking desk in the center.

He kicks the door shut and sets you down as your lips find his. Although you’re sat down, legs dangling over the wooden edge, you keep your elbows hooked around the nape of his neck and coax a ragged groan out of his chest with the deft stroke of your tongue.

“Shit, baby,” he breathes and parts from you in order to yank your jacket down your shoulders. Tossing it off the side, he reveals a braless tank top and your nipples he can see have pebbled underneath. His imagination takes off once more, envisioning what the already perfect twins will look like in the wake of his seed taking root inside you.

His blood pumps viciously, flowing downward and flooding his cock to strain beneath the oppressive stealth-suit fabric. Like you’re reading his mind, you unhook the utility belt and similarly shove it off somewhere on the side.

Something rustles, and it’s the condom you’d thrown at him. Absentmindedly tucked under the cinch of the belt previously, it falls into your undressing hands. Your eyes rivet up to him, lashes fluttering big, as you hold it between two fingers: halfway offering. “What are you gonna do, daddy?”

At that particular moment, it occurs to him that you’re doubting his seriousness. While abundantly clear you want this, you’re dubious on whether he’s going through it. Which is preposterous, but he figures that the look on your face when he spills inside you bareback will only further his orgasm, consequently heightening the odds of his end-goal.

He plucks the packaging from of your grip, holds it up as your gazes clash and makes a show out of discarding it out of reach. Then he seizes your knees and slides your ass to the edge so your center is flushed against him, rocking into his hardened imprint.

“You,” he answers your query, tone a growl, as he peels your jeans off. He continues on just to shred your panties. “I’m doing you. With nothing to separate me from you, nothing to keep you from your rightful destiny: knocked up with our baby.”

“Please,” is all you utter, but the room’s thick with sensory evidence of your essence.

Spreading your thighs as far as possible, he glances down to spit lewdly on your glistening mound; a long dribble of saliva coating your eager button and slit. He uses his thumb to smear it all over, mixing with the puddle you’re creating, dipping into your sticky folds with his middle finger.

The whole time, you’re choking with these hungry and appreciative little noises. Likewise, you’re watching as he prepares you thoroughly and roughly to wring the cum out of him. “S - Steve,” you mewl coherently and buck into his messy caress. Your fingers are tugging pleading on the lower half of his uniform. “I need you. Please!”

It is about damn time.

His control has been witting away since the first time you called him daddy. He swiftly wrenches the suit down and exposes his leaking, throbbing cock to your tunnel of relief. His size always dwarfs your kempt triangle; an initial observation one might come to is the improbability he won’t fit. But he does, every single time, and in this special instance, he’s going to ensure all of his formidable length is buried in your fertile heat.

He rasps his tip over your clit, plastering his translucent white pre-cum over the engorged nub, then traces down the crease of your slit. As he prods in, his hands span your thighs and help open up your elastic entrance for his ravenous cock. He stretches your tightness slow but unyieldingly while you both watch with labored breathing, transfixed by the sight of your dripping core enveloping his veined and tanned angry stalk until he’s nudging your cervix.

“Good girl,” he grits out, strangled by the electricity prickling his nerves. He slips support underneath your ass, intertwining from the inner to the outer so when he hauls you up, your knees are bent over his elbows. “You ready to make me a daddy, baby?”

“Yes!” You nod quickly with a moan. “Shit, you’re big—and deep. Really fucking deep.”

He chuckles huskily because if you think that now, he can’t wait to see you once he’s truly plundered new depths. “Now, you just hold on tight and let me do all the work. I only want you to focus on givin’ me a baby, okay?”

In the middle of an abandoned office room—possibly a storage area—he heaves you up and drops you back down. Your arms curl around his neck, hands twisting into his suit, while he alters between gravity and his hips jutting forth to drill inside you.

Without any mind to those around you—just you and him—he fucks you with every ounce of strength coiled into his super-charged build. Ignoring the fact that door is unlocked, broken more specifically, and the possibility that there’s likely high quality surveillance cameras watching, your shared sounds of carnality fills the room in between the harsh collision of skin.

Each propelling thrust seems to jostle further than further, carving himself into your inner walls. Like he said before, he handles all the work, effortlessly bouncing your sporadically clenching channel with his inhuman strength and stamina; leaving you to accept and bask in the stimulation his cock is providing and the gift he’ll be depositing inside of you any time now.

Your lips are breathless in his ear, gasping, “Daddy, please,” that has him climbing the rope faster. The beg pours gasoline on an already roaring fire, igniting wildly to burn up his legs then his stomach and on its way to take him under.

“Y’gonna make me a daddy, baby? You’re gonna be a pretty lil’ mommy and take care of us? Is that what you want?” he croons, identifying the way you tighten as your steadily approaching orgasm. “Y’gonna have your pretty pussy squeeze me until I’m shooting my load and knocking you up?”

He’s pretty sure your nails have punctured the suit’s resilient material. “S - Steve, fuck! Please. Yes! Cum inside me—cum inside me—“ you cry out with genuine desperation that his limbs tingling numbly. “I want it. I want you. Please. I wanna feel you!”

His jaw locks and works you somehow even harder. The room is completely engulfed with you, your arousal, the potency of your ovulation, and your future with him; once he releases, it’ll only seal the fact that you’re his and belong to him (as well as vice versa).

“Who’s gonna be a daddy, baby? Who are you making a daddy, baby?” His words are practically slurred while fever coalesces across his entirety. “Who owns your pretty little pussy and your womb?”

“You—Steve—daddy,” you sob as your orgasm seizes up around his cock, giving him no other choice other than to: “Cum inside me, daddy—!”

Something beastly rips out of his chest, and without protest, he gifts you exactly what you want. He burrows into the absolute hilt and fires inside you for what feels like forever. Spurts of ooze finally wane, nudging your fruitful cervix, but even then, he doesn’t dare retreat from your heavenly depths.

The aftershocks force him to set you back down on the desk, still buried and keeping you stuffed. His face nuzzles the junction between your neck and shoulder languorously, and you lazily run your fingers through his hair, walls periodically pulsating.

When he regains the energy, he straightens and pulls out of you until his bulbous head is blocking your entrance; he stops there because he realizes something. “It’s gonna leak, and as hot as that is, I need to keep you full, baby.” Abruptly, he hauls you up and shuffles the position so that he’s sitting on the desk, and you’re sitting on his cock.

Your sensitivity flares around him, and you squeal. “F - fuck!” But you adjust to comfortability, blinking at him. “For how long?”

A smile curls into his lips, and he strokes your cheek while his other hand lays on your belly. “For as long as it takes.”

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vecnawrites · 4 years ago

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Since its halloween ive got something that i thought was pretty hot. Pyrrha sitting down at a table looking flushed while watching Dullahan!Jaune train. People assume its from watching her crush get hot and sweaty but jaunes head is eating her out to practise his multi tasking. Some good old fashiond monster stealth sex

A Dullahan’s Lesson In Multitasking!

Pyrrha was a woman on a mission. Jaune, her team leader, her partner, the love of her life, her beloved boyfriend of several months, was still so shy!

Not that that was a problem, no, not at all. That was one of the things she found cute about him when she finally got through the false confidence he wore as a mask.

Part of it was how in over his head he felt at the school, but she knew a great deal of it was because he was of a monster legacy. The first in his family for several generations. And of Dullahan Ancestry to boot.

From all he told her, none of the other children really wanted to play with him as kids due to the superstitious nonsense surrounding the Dullahan species. Honestly, they had believed her belovedly awkward boyfriend would reap their souls. Idiots, the lot of them.

But due to this, Jaune was rather...no, he was incredibly skittish around any sort of physical intimacy...especially due to how his head separated sometimes when nervous or excited.

And that didn't even begin the problems. Nora was excitable and hardly ever left them alone, and the less said about RWBY's shenanigans messing with their ability to be alone, the better!

But this...she had the perfect plan for it. Ren and Nora were currently in Vale. RWBY was currently in detention due to one of their "adventures" (Pyrrha couldn't help but roll her eyes over that), leaving just them alone. Meaning that this plan was sure to work.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by her boyfriend's voice. "So, what's the plan, Pyrrha?" the redhead looked cheerfully at her boyfriend, arousal flooding her core at what was about to happen.

She hummed. "Multitasking in combat." she smirked to herself as she heard Jaune give a little confused noise...he wouldn't be confused for long.

Reaching the training ground that she had procured, she smiled, turning and giving Jaune a gentle kiss and cupping his cheeks. "I need you to trust me, okay Jaune?" she asked.

Jaune looked at her in confusion, but nodded, although he inhaled sharply as Pyrrha tugged, lifting his head off of his shoulders easily.

"What we're going to do is your body is going to go through our normal routine, while you and I are going to be doing something else." she somehow managed to hide the salacious expression she wanted to give her boyfriend, instead managing to stay with more of a mentor-like look.

Jaune swallowed roughly, cheeks warming as his girlfriend apparently hadn't noticed that she was cradling him against her chest. The soft swell pressing against his cheek gave off a warm heat, making his blush even darker as he realized that Pyrrha had forgone a bra.

He could feel himself starting to swell in his pants, and bit the inside of his lip and tried to think of the unsexiest things he could. His girlfriend was going out of her way to train him, the least he could do was not be some creepy pervert, getting hard at the slightest touch. "O-okay…" he swallowed again, nervously directing his body over to the training area as Pyrrha gently carried him to a table set up over in the corner, one that he could see only revealed a person's feet. The legs to waist would be completely covered.

As Pyrrha sat down and placed his head on the table, he found himself clearing his throat as she stared at him intensely, her emerald eyes having a strange gleam to them. "So w-what are we going to be doing, Pyrrha?" he asked.

Pyrrha squirmed in her seat, wetness seeping from her lips and smearing along her inner thighs. Smiling at her boyfriend, she hummed, stroking his cheek with several fingers. "As I said, you're going to be multi-tasking~" she cooed, finally unable to keep a straight face.

Jaune blushed at Pyrrha's tone, but still tried to keep himself calm. "O-okay, so like strategies?" he needed to keep calm, his girlfriend didn't need him perving on her now.

The hum she gave made his body, several yards away, shiver. He swallowed again as Pyrrha picked him up and looked into his eyes with a smile that made his cock twitch in his jeans. "Oh, your mouth will be involved, Jaune...you just won't be talking much."

Confusion filled him, before it was replaced with shock as Pyrrha gently lowered his head down, past her chest (he caught a glimpse of her nipples pressing through her top), and down under the table. He caught sight of a hopeful, outright eager look on her face before his eyes widened as she placed him on the bench between her legs...and underneath her skirt.

His nose was immediately hit with a musky sweetness that made him salivate as he stared at her swollen core, the lips shaven bare and dribbling her arousal before him.

A hand on the back of his head gently pushed him towards the junction between her thighs, flooding his nose and filling his lungs with Pyrrha's scent.

He was pusher further up to her core, close enough that his lips grazed her lower ones. As damp thighs closed around his ears, locking him in place, his eyes hooded and on instinct, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue…

Pyrrha gasped in pleasure mixed with joy, eyes holding as she watched her boyfriend's body go through his training regiment, while feeling his lips and tongue on her aching pussy. Biting her lower lip, she gently ran her fingers through Jaune's hair, happy that she had come up with this idea. They would have to do this again…

Redness filled her cheeks as Jaune became more active, his tongue worming it's way into her core, licking along the inside of her walls. A soft moan exited her mouth, her body trembling as his nose nudged her clit. How was he so good at this!?

Jaune knew that if anyone looked at his body, they would see a bulge making its way down the inside of his right leg. He was thankful it did that rather than stick straight outwards.

Pyrrha's taste washed over his tongue, the sweet, syrupy fluid practically imprinting itself on his tastebuds, making sure he would never forget it.

He would admit, this was undeniably pleasant. He had had his own fantasies, certainly, but he had never thought of this before! But one thing was for sure, this answered the question he never had known how to broach about whether she was ready for sex or not.

He worked his tongue in, feeling her walls grab onto the organ, practically making out with his girlfriend's lower half. He was going to do everything he could to make sure she enjoyed this...he wanted her to never regret trusting him with her pleasure.

Pyrrha licked her lips, feeling her core beginning to quiver. She was going to cum, only minutes after Jaune had started! Part of her was embarrassed, another impressed, and even another lustful for more orgasms after she tipped over.

Her eyes widened as the door opened, and she forcibly schooled her expression as best she could, looking over to see Coco and Velvet peeking in. "Ah, sorry, Pyrrha! Thought this one was unoccupied...why is your boy training without his head?"

Calling the second year girl all manner of foul names in her head, Pyrrha forced herself to speak. "It...it's a test in multitasking...there are going to be times that...that Jaune is separated from his body…" oh, Brothers, she was getting so close, and Jaune wasn't stopping, he was only getting faster! "S-so, it's best he gets u-used to doing t-things while separated. H-he's reading back in the dorm far-right now."

The beret wearing girl stared at her for a long moment, before nodding. "Smart idea. Come on, Bun-Bun, we'll find another training room." the pair retreated, closing the door behind them.

Just in time, too, as Pyrrha tipped over the edge, throwing her head back with a throaty cry, her pussy squeezing and squirting her cum over her lover's face.

As a chuckling Coco and a red-faced Velvet made their way down the hall to another training room, the beret wearing brunette spoke. "Brothers, if Pyrrha were any thirstier, she'd be dehydrated. Getting so flustered over just watching his body train, what's she gonna be like when they do the do?"

Velvet blushed more, refusing to speak up. She knew that Pyrrha had been far more than ‘thirsty’ as she watched Jaune’s body train. The scent of arousal was so strong, she would have thought her masturbating had she not seen both of Pyrrha’s arms on top of the desk...had the redhead hidden a toy in her panties?

If Velvet had known the truth of what she and Coco had walked in on, she’d have been much more embarrassed.

Gently spreading her thighs open, Pyrrha reached down and pulled up her boyfriend’s head, his lips and cheeks smeared with her juices. Bringing her up to his level, she slammed her lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth and tangling it with his, uncaring of the fact that she could taste herself.

Pulling away after several moments, they both panted, staring at one another, flushed and wild eyed. “We’re going back to the dorms,” Pyrrha stated, standing and walking shakily over to Jaune’s body, which stood still, “And when we get there, I’m going to suck you until you blow, then, you’re going to fuck me though the bed. And we’re not going to stop until both of us can’t move.” she husked, her voice thick with desire as she fixed Jaune’s head back in place.

“Y-yeah. Sounds great.” Jaune huffed, the full feeling of his throbbing cock hitting him now, having been hard and ignored for at least fifteen minutes. Licking his lips and savoring the last of Pyrrha’s flavor, he grabbed her hand, and they both left the training room, intent on spending as much time as they could becoming closer to one another...and damn whoever got in their way this time.

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alit0my · 4 years ago

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prompt, if you'd be so kind: remember the scene where booker found out andy is mortal and freaked out? let's say she got her immortality back somehow, but booker is still TERRIFIED that her, joe, nicky or nile will lose their immortality and die. and one time on a mission either joe or nicky get shot and the wound oozes blood like crazy and booker completely panics and freaks out that he doesn't even notice that the wound is already closing? and the team has to calm him down?

okay so this has been sitting in my asks for a while so im sorry, also im sorrynotsorry i made this OT3 bc i lowkey wanted it to be and you didnt say otherwise xD hope you like it!

As sniper, Nicky was usually away from the gunfire, keeping watch over the team as they infiltrated the buildings that contained the bad guys. Usually, he had one of the team beside him being his spotter so he could focus on aiming and pulling the trigger, - taking someone’s life for the betterment of the world - but not for this mission. An uncanny amount of guards were reported to be inside this particular encampment, meaning that the others had to be on the inside while Nicky and his scope patrolled the perimeters.

Meaning he was also unprotected from most angles, his only cover being his all-black clothing and tactical gear.

This particular mission required a certain amount of stealth, and Booker felt out of place. Being the tallest and biggest in build out of the team, he couldn’t help but feel like he would screw this up. Arguing that he should be with Nicky as his spotter to stay out of the way, Andy gave him this look that would have terrified a normal being, but Booker’s been on the end of those looks for over two hundred years now.

So now here he was, sleuthing his way into the building alongside Joe feeling unsure of himself and also worrying about Nicky. Theoretically and practically, Booker knows that Nicky has enough experience in the field that he can look after himself, but he just had this feeling that would not leave him.

“Stop thinking too loud,” Joe murmured as he sidled up to the corner, peeking his head around the wall to look for guards. “Nicky will be fine.”

“I know that,” Booker huffed, tugging his beanie more securely over his head. “I don’t like it when he doesn’t have cover, and this is the worst mission for me to be on.”

Joe quickly drew his suppressed weapon and fired a few shots, dropping three guards at the end of the hall before turning back to Booker, cupping the back of his neck and tracing lightly over the skin behind his ear with his thumb. “Book, Nicky will be alright. He’s gone solo before, so calm down and focus. He’ll be waiting for us when we get out of here.”

Booker sucked in a breath and nodded, mustering up the confidence to continue on and not let his worry get the better of him. “Alright, sorry. Let’s go.”

Joe grinned and removed his hand from Booker’s neck before raising his weapon once more. They moved in silence until they met up with Andy, Nile, and Quynh, who had already dispatched the head of the organisation and were rifling through the papers that scattered the room. Exhaling but not relaxing, Booker took guard at the door while the others took photos and filed away any useful information they could find. The feeling of unrest was sitting deep inside his gut, and would not leave him no matter what he told himself.

“Are we done?” Booker asked gruffly, shifting his gun. Joe glanced at Andy before shaking his head slightly, walking over to the Frenchman and placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Do you want to go back to Nicky? The girls can finish up here,” Joe asked, smiling when Booker nodded. Squeezing his shoulder, Joe picked up his own gun and turned towards Andy who was already looking at him. “We’ll meet you at Nicky’s post.”

She smirked, shuffling some papers so they were neat and placing them in a separate pile to the others. “Don’t get distracted on the way.”

Booker was already out the door when Joe turned around, and he rolled his eyes fondly at the Frenchman. Jogging lightly to catch up, he took Booker’s hand to slow the man down.

“Book,” Joe whispered as he tugged, forcing Booker to a stop. “What’s gotten you so worked up tonight?”

“I just have a bad feeling,” Booker mumbled, looking away. “I don’t think I’m over what happened with Andy.”

“That was twenty years ago, Andy is fine now you know that,” Joe reasoned as they continued their walk, not wanting to get caught. He watched as Booker struggled to find his words, so he simply squeezed the man’s hand gently. “It’s alright to be worried though. I don’t want you to think that I’m putting you down for feeling like this.”

“No, it’s fine,” Booker replied as they neared the exit. “I know that Andy is okay and I know we don’t know why she regained her immortality-”

“Get down!” Joe said suddenly in a low, harsh tone, pulling Booker by the arm out the exit and towards cover. Crouching down behind a dumpster, they listened intently as the gravel road crunched under tyres and then under boots. Booker checked his mag for ammo and reloaded, handing Joe one knowing he was empty as well.

“How many?” Booker whispered.

“At least five, we can take them out easily,” Joe replied, peeking his head out to double check. “Three are heading for the door, two are still on the other side of the car.”

Booker nodded and they waited, watching the three guards walk towards the entrance. Joe made a signal and they set off, Booker heading towards the trio of guards with his gun raised and Joe sneaking around the car, slicing down the guard with his scimitar. Shooting the members of the group another two times each to ensure their lives were now in the hands of the ferryman, Booker turned and glanced at Joe who looked lost.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s only one over here. I’m missing the other,” Joe replied, turning to his lover who glanced up to Nicky’s post. Frowning, Booker slung his rifle to his back and started running towards the hill, ensuring to stay hidden and keeping his eyes and ears out as this lone enemy was nowhere to be seen.

And that terrified Booker.

With Joe right behind him, they reached Nicky’s post just in time to spot the gun poking out from the bushes, time frozen as the shot went off and hit Nicky in the neck. Booker screamed and ran to Nicky as Joe shot the assailant multiple times, emptying the clip in the rifle and returning to where Nicky was set up to find Booker frantically shrugging off his jacket and pressing it to Nicky’s neck with shaky hands.

“Non, non, non, non, Nicky! Allez, non! S'il vous plaît!” Booker choked back a sob and watched as his jacket soaked up the blood. Fuck. That was a lot of blood. Too much blood. Booker knew that was too much blood. His eyes were bleary with tears as he kept pressure on Nicky’s neck, not registering that the bleeding had ceased, nor the words coming from Joe’s mouth.

“Book! Booker!” Joe gently pulled the man into his arms, wrapping them around the Frenchman as he shook with tears, the pair falling backwards. “Sebastien! Look, he’s fine. He’s fine.”

Booker sobbed and shook his head. There was so much blood gushing out of Nicky’s neck, and he couldn’t handle the possibility of losing Nicky, not now. With his eyes closed and leaning heavily against Joe, who was running his hand up and down Booker’s bicep to calm him, the Frenchman failed to notice Nicky suck in a breath and groan, a hand reaching up to trace the skin that had been penetrated by the bullet.

“Nicolo,” Joe whispered to his lover as he sat up. Nicky frowned at the sight of Booker breaking down so catastrophically and crawled his way over to the pair, removing the firearms and taking the Frenchman’s hand.

“Sebastien,” he spoke, voice cracking. He reached up to the man’s face and wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks. “Sebastien, open your eyes for me.”

Nothing was registering in Booker’s mind. He could faintly hear voices and feel himself against a hard body, but he was so overcome with grief for Nicky to notice the man sitting right in front of his face, watching as he sobbed his eyes out.

“What happened, Yusuf?” Nicky whispered as he began to remove the bulkier items on Booker’s person, gently pulling the beanie off the man’s head. “Why..?”

“I don’t know. He’s been worried about you the entire time we were inside,” Joe replied and ran his fingers through Booker’s now free hair, gently pressing a kiss to the man’s head. Nicky frowned and turned his attention back to Booker, who’s tears had stopped streaming down his face. Cupping the man’s face once more and wiping away the salty tear tracks, Nicky leaned in close and pressed their foreheads together, noting the shakiness that radiated off the other man.

“Sebastien, come back to us,” Nicky whispered. “I am fine, I am alive. You need to calm yourself, Booker. Please.”

They sat there for a while, so long in fact that the others had caught up to them. Booker had only just stopped shaking uncontrollably, and had cracked his eyes open slightly. Sucking in a breath, he pulled away from Nicky’s embrace and did a double take before surging forward and wrapping his arms around the Genoan, hugging him tight and letting out a strained laugh.

“Hey, Book,” Nicky smiled and pressed a kiss to the man’s temple. “It’s alright, I’m alright.”

“I thought- I thought-,” Booker mumbled, slightly panicky. He pulled away slowly and looked down, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense,” Joe whispered from behind him, the steady wall keeping Booker from completely falling backwards. “Do you want to talk about it?”

At the shake of Booker’s head, Nicky slowly moved away and started to pack up his sniper rifle, making sure to keep within vision of the pair. Turning to the women who had given them some privacy, he signalled that they were good to go and he helped Booker to his feet, together they collected the items that had been stripped off the Frenchman, including the bloodied jacket that was by his post.

The entire walk to the getaway car was silent bar Joe softly whispered confirmations into Booker’s ear and Nicky humming in agreement.

They had to have a talk about what just happened but for now, getting to the safehouse was top priority.

Booker sat on their large bed wrapped up in his favourite woolen jumper that was stolen from Joe. He played with his shaky fingers absentmindedly, a blank stare on his face as his mind ran rampant.

He felt foolish at how he overreacted at Nicky being shot.

Images of Andy bleeding out in Copley’s living room flashed across his vision, the result of a bullet from his own gun. The consequences of that moment still haunted him, and the thought of losing Andy still made his breath hitch.

Feeling the mattress dip on either side of him pulled Booker out of his thoughts and he glanced up at the pair who had joined him. Joe grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss to Booker’s knuckles, and Nicky ran his fingers through Booker’s freshly washed hair. Each touch made Booker feel grounded and secure and safe and loved.

“We have to talk about it,” Joe murmured as he faintly brushed his lips over Booker’s knuckles. “But we don’t have to do that now.”

“No, not right now, please,” Booker replied softly and closed his eyes, leaning into Nicky’s hand massaging his scalp. They maneuvered themselves under the covers with Nicky in the middle at Booker’s insistence, as that way he would be safe. Nicky smiled and shuffled back into Joe’s arms, opening his own for Booker who gladly slotted into them and pressed himself close to his lovers.

Booker knew he would have to open up to the men about his reaction to Nicky’s death, but for now he was going to hold both of them close and not let go.

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#booker x joe x nicky #booker #sebastien le livre #joe #nicky #ot3 #i have a soft spot for this ot3

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