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silkholland · 2 years ago
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could you make some dividers inspired by Corpse Bride if you haven't already? I love the movie and they'd be perfect for spooky season <3
I apologize that this is so late. It’s very clearly not spooky season anymore but i hope you can still find some use for these.
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etherealxwitch · 1 year ago
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🌚yes mutual🌚 for sure 🖤
omg, that would be you too! 100% 💖
which mutual am i?
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preeningpisces · 7 months ago
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♡ Too Sensitive - Part One ♡
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Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms. 
Includes: Geto, Gojo, Nanami, and Toji Part Two
Content: cunnilingus, fingering, p-in-v, overstimulation, edging
Petnames: sweetheart, girl, good girl
18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!
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Geto is sly & coaxes you through it: the fact you need his help to do something so simple brings out his possessive side–he’s the only one that can make you cum, not even you can do it. 
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“Such a needy girl,” Suguru looks all too-pleased as he strokes your clit, watching you closely. “Can’t even make yourself cum—you need me to do it for you.” Lost in the clouds you nod dumbly and sink into the couch. When you mentioned your problem offhandedly, you never expected your friend to offer a helping hand. In reality, you shouldn’t have been shocked. It’s in Suguru’s nature to step-in and help out--to take care of you. Apparently, your eyes slipped shut without notice, because Suguru pats your cheek–gently, but firm enough to wake you from your reverie. “Keep your eyes on me.” 
After directing you to sit-up and face forward on the couch, he kneels on the floor between your legs. With eyes fixed on you, he lowers his mouth and lays a kiss on your chubby mound. Embarrassment floods through you, and it deepens when he mouths at your labia. He continues like this, kissing and sucking near your pussy, but not giving you what you really want. 
“C’mon,” you pull on his hair, urging him to hurry. “Don’t be a dick.” 
“Needy and demanding," he chuckles before trapping your clit with a harsh suck. Shocked, you yank on his hair and shout. Going from no touch at all to such intense focus is too much, too soon. Instinctively you try to pull his head away. He ignores it at first, but when you continue pushing at his forehead he detaches from your clit with a rough suck. Your wrists are captured, and guides them to the edge of the couch.
“Don’t move them, or I’ll have to tie you up,” he says with a wink and returns to your swollen clit–if he could leave a hickey there, his sucking is hard enough he would. The couch cushions crumble beneath your fingers, and your legs tremble when he doesn’t let up. You practically howl when he shakes his head back and forth, his hum buzzing through your pussy. 
“God, I can’t take it, I can’t–I can’t” you ramble, alternating between rolling towards and away from his mouth. A smack to your thigh makes it wobble, and reminds you to watch him. The look in his eyes makes you burn as your end approaches, and now you frantically try to get away from him. “Suguru, stop!” 
His lips twitch in amusement, and his hands keep you in place with a halting grip on your plush thighs. You come with a scream, and feel your pussy leak all over his face and couch. He groans against you as he soothes you with kitten licks, eyes never leaving your face as it succumbs to pleasure. Before you can fully unwind, he slides two fingers in you with a soft squelch and a sly smile. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
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Gojo is playful & teases you through it: he’s excited by the challenge, and is confident he can get you to your orgasm without making it unpleasant. He’ll have you begging for more.
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Why you thought telling Satoru Gojo, the most obnoxious person you know, about your sex problems was a good idea, you still don’t know.
“Satoru fuck oooooff,” you whine as your hips jerk in a desperate search for more as he steps away from the bed. He has denied you an orgasm three times already. Not coming is standard for you, and you essentially edge yourself all the time, but he’s been clever enough to stop right before you get over-sensitive. Edging you before you edge yourself, if that makes sense, and it’s been driving you mad. 
“You told me to stop, yeah? I thought it was ‘too much,’” he mocks your earlier plea and tone. It's true–you had told him you couldn’t handle it when you got close, and ever since then, he’s been tormenting you. His large hand skims over your stomach with a look of mischief. “Are you going to let me make you cum,” he squeezes the fat of your mound, “or are you gonna cry about it again?” 
You shake your head, ready to endure any discomfort to finally release the heavy tension in your body. 
“I’ll take it. Please make me cum–oh fuck!” Your plea is cut off with a squeal as he thrusts his cock into you. It stretches you deliciously; he grimaces with effort as he allows you to adjust. As soon as you beg him to start moving he sets a rapid pace, barely holding himself back. His thumb finds your raw clit, and flicks it with upward strokes, greedily watching his cock disappear. 
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he says through gritted teeth, and forces himself to slow his thrusts. He wants you to cum first, then cum again, and again before the night lets up. Instead of pulling out, he grinds his cock against your g-spot mercilessly in tandem with his thumb. You nearly scream when he presses his hand onto your squishy stomach, increasing the pressure against the tender area. “Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” 
His smugness is as sexy as it is irritating, and you bite your tongue when the rush of nerves sets in, making you want to roll away and prevent him from touching you any further. But the thought of him teasing you all over again makes you quiet yourself, only whimpering behind closed lips. It doesn’t take much more for you to come, and cry out pathetically. Your pussy clamps around his cock so hard he falls foreward with a swear, and has to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from joining you.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he lifts your hips in strong hands, and pulls back only to surge his cock back in. “Now hold on–we’re just getting started.” 
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Nanami is encouraging & soothes you through it: of course he wants you to cum, but he doesn’t want it to be unpleasant or cause you pain. He knows he needs to be mindful.
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Normally he would prefer to eat you out, but with how overwhelming this is for you, he needs his mouth free to talk. He has your back leaning against his chest as he traces steady, gentle circles on your clit, and languidly thrusts his fingers in you. During a discussion about incoporating sex into your relationship, you explained your issue with orgasming, and since then Kento swore he would make you cum everyday to make up for the lost time. Who knows how many times you've missed out in your life?
“It’s too much,” you whine against his mouth, your legs trying to shut and keep him away. Wet sounds fill the silence as he disregards your complaint. It surprises you that Kento isn’t listening and continues fingerfucking your pussy instead–he’s always such a respectful man, so the fact that he’s pushing you past your limits turns you on more than you’d expected. 
“You’re alright, just a little more.” He eases his pace despite his words, not having the heart to ignore you completely; the way your pussy squeezes around him makes his cock throb and tempts him to go faster. A flash of heat burns your core when he spreads his fingers, scissoring them and stretching your pussy. You're hushed by his lips, kissing you slowly to keep you from floating away. A particularly sharp thrust to your g-spot makes you tear away from him with moan, and roll into his hand. Pleased with your compliance, he rewards you with kisses down your neck, and an affectionate nip to your shoulder. You wind your hand through his hair, holding him hostage with the crook of your arm.
"I'm going to speed up now, okay?" is the only warning you're given before he's gathering your wetness to glide over your clit with quick strokes; his fingers focusing on your g-spot with deliberate pulses. Suddenly your panting becomes frantic, and your body jerks with restless energy.
"Oooh god, slow down I--Kento!"
“Just breathe, sweetheart. You can do it.” The encouragement makes you still with a sob, the searing heat on your clit finally releases and you come so hard you distantly worry you’ll pass out. His delicate circling continues, but slows down considerably as he whispers praises in your ear. It takes everything within him to not roll you over and fuck you until you see stars. All he wants is to see your pretty face scrunch in pleasure again.
“Are you alright?" you nod, and he moves you to lie down. "Thank you for trusting me. I know that was hard,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, supporting your boneless body in his arms. 
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Toji is cocky & pushes you through it: he knows all you need is a little push–your mind just doesn’t have the willpower to keep going when it gets sensitive. Incompetent partners wouldn’t recognize an orgasm if it slapped them in the face & wouldn’t notice you didn’t cum. But thankfully, he sure as hell can fix that
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With alcohol-loosened lips, you lamented your struggle with orgasming to your colleauges, earning bewildered stares from the two men. Next thing you know, you're back in your hotel room with Toji’s head nestled between your thighs, making you jerk and convulse as he licks you down. With his tongue fat and flat, he grinds against your clit, making you feel the texture of his taste buds.
So eager he hadn't even undressed you: he just pushed you back on the bed, rolled your skirt up, and tore a hole in your pantyhose. It’s felt amazing thus far, you can feel yourself dripping on the bed, but anxiety prickles in your chest as your orgasm approaches. You worry that you’ll have to stop, make him upset that he couldn’t make you cum, and ruin the mood. Not to mention, sorely wound his ego--even though that thought amuses you, you wouldn't intentionally hurt him.
As if hearing your inner dilemma, your body lurches with a sudden surge of red-hot sensitivity, making you yelp and pull at his hair. Toji only hums, appreciating the rough treatment. 
“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m s-sorry–ah!” Your thighs squeeze around his head, signaling for him to stop. The plea is ignored, and instead a thick arm pushes down against your soft stomach, pinning you in place. You thrash beneath his hold, but he doesn’t budge, and sucks your aching clit into his mouth with his tongue flicking relentlessly. If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you’d notice how he grinds into the bed, and grunts against your pussy. When you keep protesting, he pulls away with an irritated glare.
"You can, and you will." His assertive confidence makes you tingle with nervous anticipation--he really isn't going to listen to you, is he? You don't have long to contemplate this because he licks you from your ass to your clit in one long swoop--which makes you squawk in disbelief--and rolls the bud between his lips before sucking more roughly than before.
Knowing exactly what you need, he pushes your mound up with his spare hand and hums around your clit noisily. It’s so intense you shout, and weakly slap at his shoulders as you’re shoved over the edge–only the sound of his slurping competes with you to fill the room.  
After several moments of twitching and whimpering, your mind clears enough for you to look at him. At some point he had lowered your legs to sit back on his knees, and now stares at you with a cocky grin and a wet face.
“Atta girl,” he palms his bulge through his baggy pants. “Think you got another in you?”
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mandosaur · 1 year ago
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Anomaly 928B (Miguel O'hara / Reader)
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Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse
Pairing: Miguel O'hara / Reader
Summary: “In hindsight, there had been five clues that had given away the fact that the man who had entered your home that night had not been your husband. The Miguel that had arrived amidst a thunder storm with clothing soaked through and a bizarre look was not the same one that had gone that morning to work. It had taken you some time to realize it, but slowly the truth was emerging past the haze of the lies you had been surrounded by.”
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the film, Major character death, allusions to gun violence, minor sexual content, angst.
Word Count: 6,213 Words
Estimated Reading Time: 22:35
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In hindsight, there had been five clues that had given away the fact that the man who had entered your home that night had not been your husband. The Miguel that had arrived amidst a thunder storm with clothing soaked through and a bizarre look was not the same one that had gone that morning to work. It had taken you some time to realize it, but slowly the truth was emerging past the haze of the lies you had been surrounded by.
The first clue had happened the very night in question. The first night your life had completely changed.
Miguel had arrived early that afternoon with no lab coat and knocked on the door waiting for you to open it. Usually, your husband worked until your daughter Gaby had to go to bed and always returned with a briefcase full of files he would puzzle over at the kitchen table amidst reheated leftovers and a cup of coffee to keep him up through the night. That day you had especially expected him home much later because he was supposed to pick up some milk and rice from the bodega near his work place for a dessert you would make tomorrow.
Yet that evening, he had arrived in a simple jacket and with a new watch on his wrist. He had stepped through the door and caught Gaby as she had launched herself at his chest. She had wrapped her arms around him tightly and celebrated him getting off work early.
From your spot at the dining table, you had watched as your husband had briefly tensed in surprise at her greeting before slowly relaxing and setting her down. His eyes had swept through your apartment slowly as Gaby had tugged on his hand to bring him over to the dinner table.
You had smiled at him and kissed his cheek the way you always did when he came home and had seen the briefest flicker of surprise and grief on his face before he had schooled it into a neutral expression.
When you had inquired why he had come home so early and without the ingredients you had asked him for, he had explained he had finished up his latest project ahead of time and forgotten to swing by the store in his haste to make the subway on time.
He had tossed his jacket on the back of the chair at the end of the table and taken a seat there as he talked. Both you and Gaby had quietly stared when he sat down. Every day, Miguel sat at the chair closest to the window so he could read his files with the lights from outside and get some fresh air. He had never once deviated from that routine in all the years you had lived in your tiny apartment.
When you had playfully asked him if he wanted a change of scenery, he had blinked up at you in confusion before Gaby had chimed in. She was delighted to sit next to her dad for once with her own chair right next to his and was excited for his new spot. He had registered her words before making a noise and smiling.
It was raining, he had explained, and he didn’t feel like sitting near the window. He had playfully messed with Gaby’s hair and teased her about going back to his old spot if it made her happy. When your daughter had protested that she loved having him near, he had laughed brightly and the sound had set you at ease. Your momentary confusion forgotten amidst the bright sound of his amusement.
Your focus had then shifted towards dinner. You had made pollo en chipotle with your mother’s recipe and had offered Miguel more rice in exchange for the heat of the dish. Your husband often couldn’t keep up with the spice level of the food you and Gaby enjoyed which meant his plate had to have more sides to balance out the taste. You had handed him a plate teasingly asking if you should bring him a glass of milk while setting the pot at the center of the table for seconds if anyone wanted any.
To your surprise, Miguel had immediately dipped the ladle at the pot and added more of the sauce to his food silently. By the time he was finished, his chicken was all but drowned in chipotle and he made no complaints when he took the first bite.
You had thought he had been trying to rile you up by accepting your challenge and was suppressing his urge to cough or choke, but he had taken the next few spoonfuls silently as well. He had even smiled at you and complimented the meal while reminding Gaby to finish the rice she was already chasing around the plate with a spoon.
You had stared blankly at him as he finished half his plate without once asking for a drink or making a face. When he had caught you staring, he had reached over and fed you some of his rice with his spoon asking if everything was alright.
You had debated asking if his palette had been burned off or if he had suddenly developed an immunity to the spice before thinking better of it. In the end, the change in his spice tolerance hadn’t seemed important. You had silently resumed your dinner while listening to Gaby express her excitement about the new season of her soccer team.
After dinner, you and Miguel had sat on the couch while Gaby did her homework at the table. Miguel had clicked on the news and thrown an arm around your shoulders while you watched the news report.
It had seemed like a normal after dinner activity that you had only briefly reacted with relief when the reporter had talked about a robbery at the local bodega that had led to someone being shot. You had curled up further into his embrace and breathed out a quiet dios mío while being relieved Miguel had forgotten to go there after his shift. Had he gone, perhaps something terrible could have happened. Miguel quietly urged you not to think about it while holding you tighter to his frame. His grip had grown possessive and his eyes had scanned you and Gaby as if to reassure himself that you were both there.
At the time, your relief at his escape of a horrible fate had eclipsed any confusion or suspicion of the situation. You had pushed all thoughts of paranoia aside and elected to simply enjoy his closeness while not worrying over what could have been or should have been.
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The second clue had come a few days later. Miguel had told you he had taken some vacation time from work which was unusual. Often, your husband was a workaholic who needed to be persuaded to step away for a lunch break much less a vacation. Still, Miguel had woken up that morning and kissed you deeply while announcing that he was staying home for a few days with you and Gaby. When you had asked why, he had said he missed his family and wanted more time with you both.
You had been so full of happiness at his words that the bizarre nature of it all hadn’t really registered. He had plenty of time off and you had long been trying to get him to take some days. The fact that he was now listening to you was a relief.
Gaby had been even more excited to hear that he would be able to accompany her to her practices. Often, she only had you for company at the soccer field. It was exciting for her to finally have her dad there to cheering her on from the stands with the other parents who watched the friendlies. Miguel had decided the three of you would go to all her matches and would make a picnic at the park after. He had suggested making some sandwiches and promised to buy you both ice scream.
That morning he had been in a happy mood. In fact, ever since he had arrived in that thunder storm, he had been joyful. Where once he was more reserved and quiet, he now laughed and smiled. It was a beautiful sight and you had attributed it to him having less stress at work.
When he had gone into the kitchen, he had faltered looking for napkins. He had quietly opened cabinets full of cups and plates searching for them. At one point, he had even tossed open the oven full of pans in his search.
You had laughed at his confusion and asked if he had hit his head while going to the hallway to the small closet full of trash bags and napkins. Tossing him a roll, you had teased him about getting old and losing his memory.
He had taken a beat to respond and had smiled while quietly returning to his picnic preparation. Of course, you had, had to help him find the picnic basket too. He seldom could remember where he put things away and relied on you or Gaby for help finding stuff. Still, it had been rather odd that he had even forgotten that Gaby didn’t like the crust on her sandwiches and that you weren’t a fan of tomato on yours.
At the park, he had sat you at the front row and cheered on Gaby the entire match. It was a heart warning sight to see him so excited for your daughter. Gaby preened and blushed every time he called her name and some of the other parents grinned at his enthusiasm. It was nice for him to be able to see her play. Usually he only saw her matches if he was lucky and the game landed on a week where his workload was lessened.
After the game, the three of you had retreated to a quiet spot at the park and ate in silence. He had waved down the paletero who always drifted past the park and bought three ice cream cones from him. Gabby got vanilla like always and you selected a strawberry for yourself. However, when Miguel had reached for the rocky road, your eyes had widened and your hand had yanked his back with a shout. He had jumped at your fright and stared when you asked him if he was crazy.
Miguel was allergic to peanuts. It was a severe allergy which could put him in the hospital. Just eating a tiny piece of one could cause his throat to swell and hives to break out.
Miguel had listened to you berate him before looking away. You thought you had heard him swear under his breath about not being careful before he had bought a chocolate ice scream instead. His hand had come to rest around your shoulders and he had quietly explained that the chocolate ice cream was what he was going for. It was right next to the rocky road. He had thanked you for your concern but had assured you he wasn’t that forgetful.
In time, you had pushed aside your fear and felt embarrassed to have made a scene. The chocolate tub was close by. Why had you imagined him going for the one flavor he was allergic to?
Some time later, Gaby had asked for Miguel to carry her on his shoulders while you ate your ice cream. He had laughed when some of her ice cream had dripped on his face and merely moved his new watch aside to avoid it from getting messy. You had pulled out your phone and caught the moment on video with a grin. It was a lovely moment that was so rare with his busy schedule and the sweetness of it had made you forget how bizarre everything else was.
By the time you had made it back home, you hadn’t even questioned why Miguel had some trouble remembering your apartment number or why he had stopped at the keypad and quizzed Gaby to see if she paid attention and could remember the code. Your mind had been elsewhere and Gaby had insisted you read her a bedtime story that she fell asleep halfway through from the exhaustion. Perhaps you should have paid more attention then, but you were too trusting and too naive. The thought of anything amiss hadn’t occurred to you.
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The third clue came a week later. After Gaby had been put to bed, Miguel had come up behind you and kissed a line down your throat. His touches and nips had been indicative of his intentions and you had given in with your own form of excitement. The past few months had been dry. Miguel worked too late and you were often well asleep by the time he slipped into bed. You both hadn’t had much intimacy in a long while.
In fact, on the night that he had arrived home early, you had tried to seduce him but had been shut down. He had tensed with embarrassment when you had tried to initiate sex and had made an excuse about being too tired. He hadn’t expressed much interest until that particular afternoon.
The night had been much different than in the past. In the past, Miguel had been much more timid. The sex between you was typically just stolen moments with quiet breaths in fear that you would be too loud. It was soft and affectionate and calm.
That night, there had been a change. Miguel had been much more rough and demanding. He had kept you up and teased you through out the night. You had left some nail marks across his back and his fingers had left bruises on your hips and throat where he had held you over and over driving you down on his length. By the time the two of you had truly been exhausted, your body ached and shook with the exertion.
Miguel had nipped playfully at your throat and left marks. Amidst the haze of satisfaction, you could hear him whisper declarations of love and promises of not letting you or Gaby go “again.”
You weren’t quite sure what he had meant by that but you had told him you loved him back. He had helped you clean up then fished around for his things to take a shower. It was only after everything that you had realized he had never once taken his watch off.
You had stared quietly at the bizarre design trying to remember if you recognized it or could remember when he bought it. Still, sleep claimed you pretty quickly. You had been lost to it until a brief moment when he had returned from his shower and climbed in bed beside you.
Sometime near the early morning, he had kissed your lips gently and murmured another I love you. His hand had skimmed your side and you had felt his wet watch before he withdrew. Somewhere in the back of your sleep addled mind you had wondered why he hadn’t taken it off to shower but the thought had evaporated amidst the exhaustion.
The next few nights had been much of the same. You were intimate almost nightly and he had developed a new appetite that showed no signs of stopping. It was thrilling and exciting if not confusing. You reaped the rewards and stopped wondering why he wanted to try new positions or why his body seemed more muscular than you remembered.
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The fourth clue came after a few months. The three of you had been eating breakfast when Gaby’s cartoons had interrupted to discuss a sinkhole that had opened up nearby. The authorities seemed to have it under control but it was growing. You had listened with mild interest while Gaby had finished up her bowl of cereal.
Miguel had abruptly stood up and left his chilaquiles at the table. His fingers had flown to his watch and he had made an excuse. His jaw had been clenched tightly as he locked himself in the bathroom.
You thought you could hear the voice of his assistant Lyla as he hissed commands and seemed stressed. He had already explained to you that his watch was lent to him by his workplace and it had a direct line to her. You figured something had happened at work and shrugged when Gaby asked if sinkholes were common in New York.
That entire morning, Miguel had spent much of it watching the news and pacing the length of the apartment.
It hadn’t just been New York that had been having a problem, you realized. Several states had their own issues like bad crops in California and a catastrophic drought in Florida of all places. The more the reporter talked, the more it became apparent a lot of things were going on in the world. Some other countries were even having their own issues with a major earthquake in Cuba and a tsunami in Japan.
Miguel had turned off the news when Gaby had begun to grow nervous. He had reassured her quietly that nothing would happen and that he would protect you both. His eyes had taken a far away look as you watched him promise that you both would be safe and your stomach began to twist in nervousness although you tried to ignore your own fear.
After Gaby had gone off to play in her room, Miguel had quietly slipped out the fire escape. You found him leaning against the railing talking to his watch again. His back covered his arm but you could have sworn you saw the flickers of yellow as Lyla’s voice snapped things back at him.
Although you knew it was wrong to listen in, you still found yourself pressing near the wall. You were confused as to why he had been communicating with his coworkers again and again. He had been arguing often with them. Last week, he had, had a tense argument with another coworker named Jess.
You and Gaby had arrived from the store just in time to hear Miguel scream at Jess to leave him alone as she urged him to “come back” before something terrible happened. When you had asked what he had been fighting with her about, he had sagged against the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. The explanation you were offered was that his work was busy and his coworkers didn’t appreciate him taking more vacation days to spend time with family.
Now Miguel was upset again. You could hear him instruct Lyla to fix whatever problem they had at work and Lyla angrily fired back that she couldn’t. Whatever “mistake” Miguel was making was too big for her to correct. She kept warning him that his actions had consequences and already he was “disrupting” whatever the “balance” of the “canon” was.
Miguel finally ended the call with a slam of his watch against the rail when Lyla urged him again to “go back.” He swore in Spanish and put his head in his hands seeming lost.
You had debated pretending like you hadn’t overheard then given up and decided you might as well ask him what was wrong. Miguel didn’t even react when you joined him at the fire escape.
When you asked what had happened, he again told you it was a work thing and urged you not to worry. His watch flashed with the name JESS and he declined the call. She insisted a few more times before another name appeared on the screen. This time BEN tried contacting him before he shoved his hand in his pocket and pointedly ignored the messages.
You asked if he should go back and fix whatever error he had made at work and were startled when he growled out a “never. At the sight of your surprise, he had apologized. His arm had come around your waist in a possessive embrace and he had pressed you against his frame. His mouth had planted a kiss against your hair and you had sworn you felt him shaking against you.
Some silence had lapsed between the two of you as you watched New York slowly get ready for the workday. At some point, Miguel had quietly asked you a very bizarre question.
With his eyes seeming far away, he had asked if you ever thought about the universe and if other realities existed. You had given him a blank look wondering why on earth that had crossed his mind, but his thoughts had been far away. You got the sense that he wasn’t really with you at that moment mentally.
At some point, he had offered you a tired smile and sighed. The sound had broken your heart. He had sounded so exhausted and wearied that you had risked a look at his face and seen the dark circles under his eyes and the stress of whatever was happening.
Quietly, he had told you that he believed that other realities existed and that he was sure you and Gaby did too. He had seemed so heartbroken when he had mentioned the different realities that you two could exist in. He had mentioned having a nightmare in which you and Gaby had died. He trembled when he recounted almost in vivid detail how an attack had happened and he had been unable to save you both. How he had watched you both die and how a part of himself had died with you. How he had been an empty shell of a person and had felt hopeless and alone up until he had found you again. In his dream, there was another reality where you both were alive and with him. A reality where he had beaten death and been with you both. He had decided he liked that it reality better than the other one.
You had shivered briefly remembering the horrible events at the bodega for some reason and asked him not to tell you any more. You had held him close and reassured him that it was just a nightmare and that you and Gaby were fine. You were both safe and he would not lose either of you. It had all been just a terrible dream.
By the time he had finally recovered, he had merely leaned down to kiss you and apologized for his morbid thoughts. His fingers had stroked your cheek and he had quietly told you that he loved you and Gaby and would love you in every reality that existed.
You had stayed outside frowning to yourself even as he went back inside. A shiver had run down your spine and you were not quite sure what to make of everything. Some pieces of a puzzle were floating around you, but you had no idea what they meant or why they were important.
In the end, you had gone back inside and merely turned the news back on in time for the reporter to announce more freak accidents and bizarre natural events around the globe.
A few nights later, you would wake to the sound of Miguel at the fire escape again. This time, he was arguing with Jess who was pleading with him to return. She was talking about how Miguel’s “presence” was throwing off a “balance” of some sort and how the world was falling apart. You had frowned unable to make head or tails of the debate as the two threw out phrases you didn’t understand like “multiverse” and “glitches” in the context of their argument.
By the time Miguel had finally angrily told her to stop calling because he knew what he was doing, you had retreated back to your room and had decided to ask him about it in the morning.
Yet, when you brought the topic up, Miguel hadn’t even looked away from the news now announcing that the sinkhole in New York was growing wider and the mayor was declaring a mandatory evacuation around the affected area. Instead, he had quietly told you that you had been dreaming and feigned ignorance when you brought up the weird terms you had heard. You had been forced to drop it when he insisted over and over again that the conversation had never happened and left you questioning whether or not you had made it all up in your sleep.
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It wouldn’t be until the fifth and final clue that you realized how you had been right all along.
One morning days later, you had woken up to furious pounding on the door. Miguel had jumped up and demanded that you and Gaby stay inside. He had rushed off to meet whoever it was that demanded entry.
Gaby, half asleep had run to you scared. The loud knocks had woken her up and she asked if you knew who it was. Your own heart was racing when you said no.
Holding Gaby tightly, you had heard raised voices coming from the front door. A woman and man were in a screaming match with Miguel. The woman was telling him that enough was enough and that he had done irreparable damage to your universe. She sounded so frightened when she said everything was falling apart.
As if her words had been a prophecy, a tremor had gone through the entire apartment and Gaby had screamed. You had held her close frightened as another aftershock had quickly followed.
Miguel had burst in the room with the woman and man from before. You didn’t recognize either of them but they later introduced themselves as Jess and Ben. His coworkers that he had spent so much time fighting with.
Miguel had held Gaby as she shook from fright and wrapped a protective arm around you. He had promised everything would be okay and he would protect you both. Amidst his reassurances, you had caught the way his hands shook with fear and the panic he was trying so hard to suppress in his gaze.
By this point, the confusion had been so great that you had demanded to know what was happening. Nothing made sense and you got the sense that something was very wrong. It was terrifying.
The three of them had exchanged looks before Jess had told Miguel that if he didn’t tell the truth, she would. Her gaze was sympathetic but firm. In the end, Miguel had told you everything. Jess and Ben had taken Gaby to the living room to allow you both privacy. Once they were gone, the truth came flowing out amidst the wall of lies you had been surrounded by.
He wasn’t your Miguel, he had explained. He was from another dimension and he had powers. He was a superhero that had crossed into your world on his hunt for anomalies in the multiverse.
The explanation seemed so outlandish that you had begun to suspect that you were still dreaming. Still, you hadn’t interrupted as he continued.
Miguel told you that he was from a different reality and had intruded in yours. According to him, the two of you had been married in his reality and you had, had Gaby. You had been happy together and were even expecting a second child when tragedy struck. You and Gaby had died in an attack and he had been unable to stop it from happening. Even his powers had been useless in protecting you both.
Your deaths had destroyed him. He had spent a long time as a husk of himself. Existing merely for the sake of it and having nothing to make him feel alive. He had thought his life was doomed to mourning and loneliness when a “collider” had opened the multiverse.
He had taken it upon himself to save the multiverse and had traveled hunting anomalies when he had discovered your dimension. In your reality, you and your Miguel were married. You had Gaby and you were happy. Your Miguel wasn’t a superhero. He didn’t have the fate of the world on his shoulders and he didn’t have to risk his life every day. You both had a normal life and were a regular family living in New York.
He had envied his alter self and spent time researching your dimension mainly to see both you and Gaby when he had come across plans for the future. Lyla, his virtual assistant as he had explained, had found that your Miguel was destined to die. He was supposed to be in the bodega that night when a robber entered with a gun. An unexplainable urge would make him leave his work during a break with the idea to be at the bodega. The man who never took a break from work would find himself suddenly wanting to leave early and be at the store that night.
Two people would be shot. The owner of the bodega, an old man who had been frightened but would survive, and your Miguel who, despite not being a superhero, would be shot and killed trying to take the gun away. It was an event that the universe had decided would happen.
His death would destroy you and Gaby. You being a stay at home wife would mean that the loss of his paycheck would be a blow. You would struggle to find work and would eventually lose your apartment. Gaby would grow up with housing insecurity and poverty and you would suffer harassment and mistreatment in your desperation to hold a job and provide for your family. The happy life the two of you had built would be shattered.
He couldn’t allow that to happen. Miguel knew you and Gaby would need him, so he snuck into your dimension. When your Miguel died, he had hid his body. It was a simple thing, really. The bodega owner had been unconscious and he had knocked out the robber. By the time the police arrived, they would be convinced by the scene he had set to believe that the owner had been shot defending himself and the robber had been knocked out. The second gunshot people around the area had heard had likely been a misfire although the police wouldn’t find the impact anywhere in the store.
Miguel, not your Miguel but this Miguel, had them come home that night to you and Gaby. He had taken the place of the husband you had lost to protect you both. Gaby needed her father and you needed your husband. He had made it his mission to make you both happy.
But he hadn’t always gotten it right. Despite he and your Miguel being alters of the same person, there were differences between them. Your Miguel was allergic to peanuts and hated spicy food. He wasn’t. Those little discrepancies had made it harder for him to keep his cover.
And worse still, the universe had sensed him.
Everything that had been occurring had been because he was present in a reality that he didn’t belong in. The device on his wrist protected him from “glitching” as he called it, but it couldn’t do anything to stop the universe from falling apart. All of the natural disasters had been because the world was falling away brick by brick. Unknowingly, he had doomed the entire world and become an anomaly.
His story had been so ridiculous and insane that you had just stared at him blankly as he apologized and told you he loved you. When another tremor had shaken the building and photos on the walls had started to fall along with the plaster, Jess had knocked on the door telling the two of you it was too late. You all needed to evacuate.
Your body had gone into autopilot as you had followed after them outside. Neighbors from your building were beginning to evacuate as the high rise shook with more and more earthquakes. Miguel lifted a crying Gaby in his arms as Jess and Ben cleared a way through the swarm of people.
Outside, the view of New York was one you didn’t recognize. The sky was awash in bizarre colors and the ground was cracking with every new earthquake.
Jess and Ben were shouting things at Miguel. They were explaining that the sinkhole was growing wider and the universe was caving in on itself. Already some countries had flickered out of existence. Despite their best efforts, the team they had brought with them had been unable to stop the spread of the issues.
The panic in their faces had been clear. It was too late. Whatever hole in the fabric of time and space in your dimension Miguel had torn in intruding had widened and was consuming the world whole.
Jess and Ben left when buildings began to flicker. Entire high rises disappeared like glitches on a computer screen. The two of them were going to try and see if there was anything more that could be done to stop what was happening. The look Jess had on her face, however, made it clear they knew it was for naught.
Miguel held Gaby tightly as the two of you continued to run. In your wake you saw people flicker out of existence too. Panic spread through you and you grabbed his sleeve as you ran.
Perhaps you should have been angry, should have blamed him for destroying an entire world just to get you and Gaby back, but the fear and the shock of it all doused your anger. The only thing that mattered then in that moment was that your world was falling apart and your family was in danger.
Eventually, the three of you had skidded to a halt. In front of you, more objects were flickering and glitching. Gaby held on to Miguel tightly as she cried and you told Miguel to stop. It was over.
You pushed aside all of the negative emotions you were feeling, the betrayal, the heart ache, the pain, and instead embraced your family tightly.
This Miguel wasn’t your Miguel, but hadn’t he been yours for the past few months? Hadn’t you loved him the same and been happy at his side? Those questions kept you from angrily lashing out. A quiet sort of resignation had flooded you and kept you calm even as the bystanders near you began to disappear in a flash of colors and screams.
Miguel had been terrified as he saw more people die. He had called for Jess and Ben on his watch, but they were gone. They had evacuated back to their own dimensions the moment they had realized it was a lost cause. The only thing Lyla could offer him now was a quiet apology and a plea for him to go back to his own world.
His watch, you realized, would protect him from the end of the world. He was an anomaly in foreign space. Despite being the harbinger of doom for your dimension, he would be shielded by his watch and would be able to flee with a single tap on his wrist.
He had tried to take it off, perhaps intending to die with you both or to offer it to one of you just to try and save at least one, but you had firmly told him not to. It was too late. Your luck had run out. You had felt strangely accepting about it all and even Gaby’s tears had dried. The certainty of death had brought about a steady calm.
Despite knowing that the imposter in front of you had been the one to bring about your death, you still embraced him tightly and kissed him one last time. You still let Gaby hug him and bury her face in his chest. You still told him it would all be okay even as Gaby flickered and disappeared before your eyes.
And by the time it was your turn, you offered him a weak smile and another profession of love before the colors started to flicker and change around you.
Perhaps you should have hated him for lying to you. For minimizing your suspicions all of those months and making you feel like you were being paranoid. Perhaps you should have hated him for replacing your husband and lying to you over and over again. Perhaps you should have been furious that he had destroyed an entire universe to find you and Gaby, but a voice at the back of your head told you, you would have done the same for him. Had you been in his place, you would have traveled dimensions just to be by his side again. That was what truly loving someone meant.
So when a searing pain began to fill your senses and the glitching returned, you only said one last “I love you” before the world evaporated around you. Somewhere in the last dregs of consciousness you could hear Miguel screaming for you and Gaby, but the quiet darkness of death stole you away before you could do anything about it.
In the end, the man who was tasked with restoring anomalies had become an anomaly himself and the love he bore his family had doomed an entire dimension.
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xxxcoffinz-aeztheticzxxx · 2 months ago
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A board I made bazed on Characterz that remind me of Zpecial one!
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lanabenikosdoormat · 11 months ago
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swtor secret santa 2023!
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hello @radetzkymarch !! i was your secret santa for this year! here’s your boy, looking all snug + cozy for the winter season :0) i love his design he is so cool <3
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osleeplessflowero · 6 months ago
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Fics Masterpost! {Updated Gradually as I reupload the Chapters}
I've been posting these fics on Ao3 (and will be providing links to them here), but now I think it's time to post them on Tumblr too. I'd absolutely love to talk to people here about them!!
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Consequences
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Consequences is a fic based around the stereotypical Undertale Anti-Harem fic formula. You move in with an old friend, the old friend sucks and is probably evil and/or abusive, they manipulate their partners and turn them against you until you can prove them wrong and show them who you really are. (With a few exceptions, some like you from the start!) 
This fic in particular puts a bit of a different spin on the trope, instead focusing on a timeline..Where Reader dies?! And one of the skeletons dies too! Magic is at play here..and now that Michelle(this fic's Rival) has committed one of the ultimate sins..it's only natural to get revenge.
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🔪Prologue: Murders Most Foul(This was originally a standalone oneshot, but since it was so well liked I made it into a full fic!)
[later chapters to be uploaded, already up on Ao3]
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L.O.VE And Justice
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I'm a huge fan of Magical Girl tropes since I grew up with Sailor Moon. Heroines transforming into pretty costumes and fighting against all sorts of evils in the pursuit of Justice! Such an amazing concept. Especially when the genre is turned on its head (like in Madoka Magica, another great series).
And so I came up with an idea of a Gender Neutral Magical Guardian reader with a very fitting Justice Soul, only instead of being a highschooler or younger..they're a fully grown adult that hasn't had their chance to fully shine yet. At least..not until some all-too-familiar skeletons come crashing down into their timeline..and with them comes plenty of trouble for them to deal with.
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Chapters:
💛One: Nice To Meet You 💛Two: Well..This Is A Problem 💛Three: Skeleton In Your..House.
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xans-mindspace · 11 months ago
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hai haiiii ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i’m xan & i’m fairly new to tumblr especially with posting (so i apologize if i don’t follow tumblr etiquette- pls give me a nudge cus i do wanna know).
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ᡣ𐭩 — grayace bisexual
ᡣ𐭩 — transmasc (boyflux)
ᡣ𐭩 — infj 6(w5)94
ᡣ𐭩 — asian
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i (will) write . . .
ᡣ𐭩 — gender neutral reader
ᡣ𐭩 — male reader (cis, and / or ftm / transmasc reader) esp if i’m feeling self indulgent lmao
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ᡣ𐭩 — FLUFF. i love sappy cheesy cringy shit-
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ᡣ𐭩 — i don’t accept requests , but if i’m sent them & it interests me , i might make a drabble / fic about it , so:
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silkholland · 1 year ago
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hey! if you don't mind, could you maybe make some lovecore dividers? :)
I hope these were what you had in mind! If there’s a specific idea you were going for, just let me know!
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preeningpisces · 8 months ago
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JJK Men & Their Love Languages
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I’m of the belief everyone feels/gives love with all 5, but I'm picking their top ones for giving & receiving.
Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami and Toji
Let me know your thoughts 🩷
Below the cut! Pure fluff
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Choso
Giving: Acts of Service
♡ Choso is fiercly protective and doting, it only makes sense that his way of expressing affection is doing everything he can to make your life better. Being loved by Choso is becoming a bit of a princess LOL he will offer to do just about everything for you. Oh, you forgot your phone in the other room? Sit back down he'll get it. You need to carry in groceries? Don't worry about it, he'll bring them all in and put them away. He feels the need to take care of the people he loves
Receiving: Physical Touch
♡ His body is brand new! Like Gojo he's touch-starved, but because it's all new to him it amazes him that you choose to be with him. Not just in the sexual way, but simply the act of hugging him, or playing with his hair makes him feel loved and cherished. Grounds him in his body. He can’t separate physical from emotional, sees them as one in the same when it comes to love & intimacy
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Geto
Giving: Quality Time
♡ Making an effort to seek you out and spend time with you is a sign he’s into you, because he really enjoys his alone time! Love from him is taking time/effort to plan dates/hang outs, prioritizing you & not making you feel like you’re just getting his leftover time. It shows his attentiveness, that he knows what you enjoy doing. He isn’t the type that invites you over & just plays video games the whole time—he always has something in mind that you’ll both enjoy, even if it’s as simple as watching a show together. Or just something you enjoy! As long as it makes you happy
Receiving: Gift Giving
♡ I think this one might come as a shock but hear me out. Gifts don't have to be bought, they can be as simple as seeing a cool rock and giving it to your partner. For Geto the reminder that you're thinking about him when he's not around, and that you know what he likes makes him feel loved. Honestly, non-material things are usually more his speed. Sending song recs, funny memes, sending updates about your day, facts you think he'll find cool, etc. He’s very considerate & observant of the ppl he loves, having it reciprocated means a lot to him
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Gojo
Giving: Physical Touch
♡ Physical touch doesn’t equal sex. For Gojo, being in love means being vulnerable, and allowing himself to turn off limitless. Because he has so much space between him and the world, he’s pretty touch-starved, and is almost clingy with you. Always wants a hand or arm around you, cuddling, etc. Gojo is kind of emotionally constipated, so he's better at expressing affection physically than verbally. Childish in the way he likes to pester you affectionately, like poking or pinching you. Prepare for bear hugs where he squeezes the shit out of you
Receiving: Quality Tme
♡ Gojo is a living legend, it's almost like the name Satoru Gojo doesn't even refer to him as a person anymore--just the Strongest. Because of this, Gojo feels loved when you see him for him, and want to spend time with him because you like him for just being Satoru. Inviting him over to watch a movie, or hell, just play on your phones in each others presence makes him feel wanted. It’s his presence you want, not his name
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Nanami
Giving: Gift giving
♡ You know he fucks w/ you if he’s spending his $$ on you. He shows his love quietly, and through his actions. Love from him is picking up your favorite pastry when he gets bread for himself, buying the shirt you pointed out in the window shop & surprising you with it; he doesn’t make a show of giving it to you, instead he’ll just leave it folded where you can find it. Secretly enjoys when you make a big deal about it tho. It shows he always has you on his mind, and pays attention to the things you like. He just likes to see you happy and smiling!
Receiving: Acts Of Service
♡ Nanami is the type to bear others’ burdens. We hear him say things like ‘leave it to me,’ ‘I’ll take care of it,’ etc. Someone who wants to take care of him makes his heart leap. Someone who is concerned about his wellbeing, and checks up on him. Someone who will offload some of his stress simply because they care, and aren’t looking for something in return. Knowing what he needs and how to help him without needing to be asked
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Toji:
Giving: Acts of Service
♡ I’ve touched on this before but Toji takes care of you when he’s in love. Very passively, similar to Nanami, but I think he gets more embarrassed if you make a big deal of it. He’s the type to go put gas in your car for you, or wake up early to scrape the ice off your windows & shovel the driveway so you aren’t late for work.
Receiving: Words of Affirmation
♡ Toji was raised to believe he’s trash & not good enough, I think hearing encouragement & being appreciated verbally means a lot to him. Telling him you need and want him makes him feel loved. Not necessarily sappy things, more of appreciative commentary/observations if that makes sense—things that are grounded in reality. Saying he’s the moon to your stars or something isn’t going to mean shit to him. But telling him you couldn’t have done X without him? That’s what makes him feel loved. Lowkey has low self-esteem, pls tell this man he's means the world to you :(
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mandosaur · 1 year ago
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Blog Guide
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silkholland · 1 year ago
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Aww a picture of @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
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being a writer is hard
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the-cupid · 24 days ago
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The Angel of Love
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Hello, I'm Eros! I use he/luv pronouns, masculine/lovecore terms. I'm in my 20s.
I'm a member of the enderian ( @the-enderian ), and this is my personal blog!
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fake-80s-yaoi · 2 years ago
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silkholland · 1 year ago
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I’m the second one.
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navybrat817 · 10 months ago
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Dark and Light
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.
Word Count: Over 2.65k
Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.
There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.
It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.
What you needed to do was focus.
The man on the bridge.
He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?
Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?
Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.
The wrong side.
“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”
“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.
“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”
Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.
“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”
Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”
“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.
The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.
“How are you?” He asked.
You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”
“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”
“You guessed correctly,” you said.
You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.
Either way, he disgusted you.
“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.
“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.
His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.
While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.
“We did indeed as we have many times.”
You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”
He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”
“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.
The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.
“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.
“Liar,” you whispered.
An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”
“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”
But if that was the case, why were you still alive?
The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”
He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”
“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”
Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”
“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”
He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.
The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”
Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”
“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”
Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”
“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”
The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.
In Hell on earth.
“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.
Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.
You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.
The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.
“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”
“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.
The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”
Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”
None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.
But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.
Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.
He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.
The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.
Was this the beginning of the end?
The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”
The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.
You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”
Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.
The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”
“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.
The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.
But it felt like a warning.
“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”
No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.
The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”
“It’s okay,” you mouthed.
Somehow, it would be okay.
“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”
An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.
“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”
“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.
“Sparrow,” he whispered.
There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.
It brought you back together.
“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”
“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”
But how?
“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”
“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.
“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.
“Where are we going?” You asked.
Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.
“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.
The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”
“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.
Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”
You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”
You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.
In a pile of rubble and ash.
But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.
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