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yandere-sins · 4 months ago

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Bad Guy

First Prompt! And I just so happen to find a character that I thought would really match the vibe I wanted to go for. I'm so excited to write for him since I've been mostly keeping out of writing for LaDS, but I do love the characters ♥

Fandom: Love and Deepspace Pairings: Yandere!Sylus x AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Dub-Con, BJ, Gagging, Non-Con Touches, Lingerie, Reader is a virgin and inexperienced, Pet names, Degradation, Nicknames), Mention of Body Issues, Forced Captivity, Swear Words, Long Post Prompt: @sintember Innocence - What would you do to preserve it, what will be done to tarnish it?

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"Come now, you make me look like the bad guy."

Legs quivering, you could barely stomach looking down at yourself. It didn't help that you felt how skimpy the outfit was with every move you made. Felt the strings that kept the fabric together pressed into your skin, bit you as if the shame was not enough harm. But looking up and straight ahead was not an option you had either. Not when you knew the smirk on the face that awaited you. Knew about the hungry, predatory sheen in Sylus' eyes if you met them head-on.

Why you? Why did he choose you? You kept wondering as you stood in his bedroom, barely two steps from the man who had ruined your life. You couldn't think of a good reason as to why he needed to keep you to himself, lock you up like an exotic animal, and demand to be the only one to put their eyes on you. Maybe if you had been especially pretty or incredibly rich, his infatuation would have made sense. But it really didn't. None of his actions made sense.

And by now, you didn't even know if you wanted to cry or be angry with him anymore.

The sheer, triangle coverings did nothing to hide, only to expose your nipples, strained as you felt the nubs getting harder. The fabric rubbed them a little more every time you breathed, lungs expanding. Bitterness overcame you as pleasure turned to shame turned to helplessness. You could only stand there, both hands reaching down to hide your privates, all while you heard the man in front of you chuckle.

"Glad to amuse you," you muttered bitterly, biting your lip so hard it tore beneath your teeth. Wearing an outfit that split right around your pussy, giving even easier access than it gave a full view of it, was proof of how you couldn't win against him. If he wanted to, he could be sneaky and uncaring about what you wanted, and forcing you to wear this was yet another challenge he was winning to hold above your head. Sylus had long begun to chip away at any pride or dignity you had, finally ready to deliver the final blow. But although you wanted to break down and cry, hide from the embarrassment, your feeble fighting spirit refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break down and beg for your clothes back.

You'd be giving him exactly what he wanted—power.

Power over you. The upper hand in this month-long dispute. You had sought him out for a deal, an equal exchange. And he had broken that deal the moment you put your trust in him just so he could keep you for whatever twisted reason. People had warned you of deals with the devil, but you had been too stupid to listen, now finding yourself in a situation too horrifying to speak of. Captivity.

It wasn't like he made you work to earn your keep. There were three meals provided to you every day, and Sylus tried to join whenever he could. He bought you expensive clothes, accessories, and entertainment, always asking what you needed, but never reflecting on his actions, not even when you told him he couldn't buy your love. There was constant surveillance, and the outside was a threat to your life, so the windows and doors stayed locked tightly. You had no means to escape, only able to stay indoors and wait like a good pet.

"But you are the bad guy here, forcing me to wear this."

Your addition seemed to make him thoughtful, a small hum escaping Sylus before he extended his arm towards you. It was a bad idea, you knew that. But if you refused to take his hand, he'd simply come to get you, and you couldn't afford to struggle looking like this.

Embarrassed, you forced one hand away from hiding what should have never been exposed in front of the likes of the leader of Onychinus, someone you thought would be interested in what you had to offer in exchange for the help you needed. Now, it almost seemed like all he wanted was your body, although you doubted it. You never liked seeing yourself in the mirror, but you didn't know anyone who enjoyed seeing themselves. You just thought it was normal not to feel like you were special, and yet, Sylus made you wear something that hid nothing of your insecurities from him.

A shuddering breath escaped you as his fingers wrapped around your hand like a snake suffocating its victim. But he moved on quickly from the threatening touch, twisting and turning his palm until it slithered beneath yours, fingers entwining before he gave you a jerk, forcing you towards him.

You couldn't help but wonder what changed in that one month, although you were lying if you said you didn't see the change in your captor. You thought he was out for ransom at first, keeping you just for the sake of exploiting more out of you than what you were willing to give. Then you caught him watching you, eyes almost softening as he observed. He'd done more than enough touching and manhandling over the course of the month, but he never forced you to wear lingerie and expose yourself.

Admittedly, your fall wasn't graceful as you were pulled forth. Your legs staggered over the sudden jerk, your free hand coming down just behind Sylus's shoulder. One of your legs hit the edge of the couch, knee bending with nowhere else to go until your shin was settled next to his thigh. You sacked forward, the strength in your torso handicapped from the awkward position, but it was better this way. Anything was better than to look into his face.

"The bad guy, eh? So far, I've been pretty nice to you. I have no idea what you mean."

Sylus played with the skimpy fabric around your waist, rubbing the material between his fingers as if to gouge its value. He was tugging at the strings, threatening to undo the triple knots you had made to keep it all together. All while you were shivering from the cold and the hatred he invoked inside of you.

Anger flooded your mind, and you threw your head back, ready to let him have it! Too late did you realize he baited you, forcing you to look at him despite your refusal, the grin on his lips disgustingly victorious, his expression almost besotted now that you met his eyes. There was strength to be drawn from your embarrassment, fury brewing in the pit of your stomach. Your free hand curled into a fist, and you fixated your gaze on his stupid face, ready to bash in that smirk he loved to give you so much!

"Not quick enough," Sylus lamented as he caught your fist in his hand, closing around it in a painful grip. You winced, and he brought your arm down, twisting it behind your back while squeezing the other hand he hadn't given up on holding. "Now, now, let's play nice. And here I thought you liked my gift."

Slinging his whole arm around your midriff, Sylus suddenly pulled you on top of his lap, your legs losing balance, and forced your hips down to settle on top of the bulge in his pants. The second your crotch met his, you felt nauseous, the helplessness making you desperate to get away. You hated every second of this interaction, hated this man for all the abuse he put you through. Was this what he had wanted all along? A sex toy? Why wait this long if he intended to defile you anyway?

Even though you tried to be still as a board, when Sylus bent you backward, closely following behind, you shivered as his hot breath grazed over your nipple. You stared down in horror as his tongue slid out, only the tip of it flicking over your nipple before he watched the nub bounce back into place and, using the flat side of his tongue, pressed down onto it. You shuddered, biting your lip again to hold back a moan.

The room wasn't cold, but his breath felt incredibly hot through the mesh fabric of the coverings, his tongue almost like a hot iron pressed to your skin. Sylus looked up, and you saw the agonizing sight of yourself in the reflection of the red irises, exposed and vulnerable. He smirked, opening his mouth just far enough to take your nub between his teeth, pulling it towards him as you sucked in your breath.

You couldn't help it. Couldn't help the pleasure zapping down your spine and between your legs, the mewl that escaped you as Sylus's teeth slipped off your nipple and bit into the mesh fabric. Your reflection looked so pathetic, but he seemed pleased as he kissed your abused nub, as if to appease it after his teasing.

"I heard something interesting," he muttered against your chest, trailing kisses from one side to the other, briefly burying his face in your body and letting out a content rumble. "Heard you've been wholly neglected, poor thing."

"What do you--"

Giving the hand behind your back a firm shake, warning it to stay in place, Sylus released it, only to drive his hand down to your ass. He slipped lower as you piped up, only to silence you again with his touch. It made you realize fairly quickly what he meant, his fingers curiously slipping through your slick.

"That's not true at all," you argued, closing your eyes and shying away from his keen gaze.

"Really now?"

Feeling his lips curl into a grin above your other nipple was an unfamiliar torture, the fabric of the cover transferring every movement dutifully, heightening your sensitivity. "So the reason you are so wet is because you are experienced. Is that what you're saying? You're not a virgin whose anticipation is making you eager, Kitten? Did you secretively hope I'd help you release some of the tension?"

You felt his fingers apply pressure to your cunt, threatening to slip inside and forcing you to shoot upwards, recoiling from the touch. The throb of his cock beneath your slit vanished, and you cursed your body for aching, almost longing to return to his lap. But how could you? At this rate, he was truly going to take your virginity from you, even though you tried to act as if he wasn't.

It was such a stupid sentiment to cling to the concept of virginity, especially in the situation you were in. There could be potential gain by losing it, yet you were holding on to it like a lifeline. Considering that, in one month, you had lost all kinds of things that made your life yours, it was understandable that crossing this line scared you. It was a small rebellion that would prove you weren't completely lost to this man's whims if only you could keep it.

"No! No, wait!" you huffed as his hold on you tightened, trying to keep you in place so he could continue evading every little piece of privacy you still had. If only for your sanity, you had to at least try to conserve it. You weren't keeping yourself for marriage necessarily, but having your first time with the man that kidnapped and imprisoned you would definitely do you no good.

"I'm... I'm unwell! I'll do something else for you, but not this. Let's not go there... Sir."

Halting all his movements, Sylus's brows furrowed, and he leaned back, looking up at you. Of course, you didn't miss how he tensed when you called him Sir, but even though it cost you a lot of your pride to call him that, it was the most you got for a reaction. You could only assume he could see the fake, nonchalant expression you forced, perhaps your embarrassment too. But you hoped it would deter him. When you looked back at him, he almost seemed... concerned. Hopefully, that would be in your favor.

"Are you sick?" he asked, both accusatory and worried at the same time. As if he was offended, you didn't tell him.

"No, I'm... Actually yeah! I feel sick! I got cramps, and I'm sure my period is just around the corner--"

"Darling," he interrupted you, and your heart rate quicked at the sly grin playing around his lips. "You're so adorable when you try to lie, but I'll have you know that a bit of blood has never stopped me.

Tell me the truth, or I'll assume you're just nervous."

Fuck, you thought to yourself, chewing your stinging lip again as you thought about what to do. Sylus returned back to your chest, pressing his lips to your unattended nipple again before sucking it in for a tease. You drew in your breath sharply as you thought about a lesser evil to deter him from taking your last strand of dignity, the one thing you could hold over his head. But it would cost you greatly to protect your virginity, and you almost wavered in your determination to keep it a secret.

"I'll... I'll suck you off."

Sylus stilled, and you saw his eyes widening. For a moment, no one said anything, and although it was hard to endure his inquiring gaze, you forced yourself to face it head-on, showing him you meant it. One of his eyes felt especially exposing, the red so much more vibrant. But just a moment later, his lips curled into a wide smirk, freeing your nipple as he drew back.

His expression was almost soft as he gazed over your body, all the way down to where your hips met. You saw the longing in his gaze and felt the throbbing of his cock against your pussy, but then he looked up at you again, and for a moment, you felt adoration wash over you. Approval, genuine desire.

And it was gone right the next second.

Before you knew it, Sylus lifted you off his lap. You yelped in surprise, only to sink to your knees, his legs spread widely to comfortably accommodate you between them. "Alright then," Sylus chuckled. "Show me what you got."

Another wave of shameful heat rushed into your head as you watched the cocky bastard wait for you to stick to your words. Excitement and impatience radiated from the way he looked down at you to the tapping of his food next to your thigh. He'd not wait forever for you to act, but he was enjoying your hesitation.

Swallowing hard, your mouth had never felt as dry as it was now. With jittery hands, you reached upwards, seeing the stains you had left on his trousers and feeling the heat underneath your palms. But before you could unzip Sylus's pants, he caught your wrists in his grip, clicking his tongue at you, chastizing.

"I'm sure you know a more creative way to start this."

You were disgusted by the thought, but even a virgin like you could imagine what he wanted. Lifting your butt off the floor, you placed your teeth around the zipper, slowly dragging it down. Sylus chuckled, but to your surprise, when you looked up at him angrily, he let go of your wrists and looked away, hiding his full face from you. Was he ashamed? Mocking you? Or did he enjoy seeing you opening his trousers with your teeth that much?

You used the moment of freedom for your hands to unbutton the pants on top, completely taken aback when without the restraints of underwear, his cock sprung free, surprise and horror overcoming you. "You're not the only one who was anticipating this," Sylus clarified, and although he still hid his face behind his hand, the gleam in his eye was as mischievous as ever.

Bastard, you thought, but a small part of you wondered if he had been walking around in just his pants all day or if he changed out of his underwear before meeting with you. It was a completely scientific question of course! You needed to know how long he anticipated and planned this. If his sudden carnal desire had been a surprise or a long time coming, although you never thought it existed.

"Are you giving up already, Sweetheart?" Sylus tore you out of your thoughts. "Less scowling, more sucking."

For the record, you didn't do as he instructed because he told you to. You did it because you wanted to get it over with. You kept telling yourself this, over and over, even as you brushed your fingertips over his length. But there was one problem. One you couldn't tell him about.

You had no idea what to do.

Of course, the general concept of a blowjob was familiar to even you, but how were you going to pull it off? Was it enough to take it into your mouth? Did you need to kiss it? Would it taste bad? Could you even put your lips around it?

There was no time to panic and let Sylus find out you were an inexperienced virgin with no idea what you were doing. His cock bopped impatiently in front of you, waiting for your caress, and you had to please it regardless of not knowing how.

Reaching up, you wrapped a hand around it, steadying it with your grip. The stiff feeling surrounded by soft skin was almost mesmerizing, leaving you in a moment of awe before you returned to reality. You expected something rougher, more like its owner, but the heat and eagerness spoke of vulnerability more than Sylus's usual domineering ways.

There was a click of his tongue from above, and you knew your time was running out. Giving him a coy glance from below, you leaned forward, steading yourself on Sylus's thighs to kiss the throbbing cock in your hand. You felt his leg tense beneath your palm, then relax, and when he neither mocked nor pushed you away, you concluded you were onto something.

Kissing a trail up the shaft, you smoothed over his cock, taking note of the ridges and veins that seemed to pop out the longer you were giving it attention. Soon, you reached the edge of the tip, the form of his shaft dipping into itself for a moment before forming the bulb on top. It was so fascinating that, for a moment, you forgot the situation you were in, your tongue dipping out to lick along the edge out of curiosity.

Sylus drew in a sharp breath, and you looked up with more inquisitiveness. For the first time, you saw an expression akin to pain on his face. You wondered if you were hurting him somehow before satisfaction hit you. Red was drawn along his cheeks, and you realized it was pleasure and not pain; the firmness of his expression was merely showcasing that he was holding back. How gracious.

Slipping the flat of your tongue over his tip, you soon brushed your lips over it. Cock jerking, the tender flesh jumped against your mouth, smearing a strange-tasting liquid all over it. Precum, you thought to yourself, recognizing that this meant you were doing something right.

It almost got you excited.

You remembered the way Sylus had played with your nipples, the teasing and sucking. The way he forced you to feel pleasure despite not wanting to, and it gave you an idea of how to return the favor. If it worked on you, it might just work on him the same way! Sure, he wanted this, but you'd not make it easy on him!

Wrapping your mouth around the tip, you began to suck gently, drawing your lips lightly back and forth and wetting the top to make it more smooth. Sylus groaned, his right hand coming down to cup yours on top of his thigh, pressing it into the muscles there.

"That's it, Kitten," he mumbled, and you felt his hand brush up your neck and into your hair. Immediately, you drew back, staring at him with your mouth forced shut. His cock bopped in complaint, and Sylus's expression hardened, but you challenged him with your glare.

"No forcing it," you established, getting great satisfaction from his annoyance. "You will let me do it."

"Fine," he spat out. "Hope you got a bit more than that, though. Otherwise, we'll be here forever, Sweetheart."

"Fuck you," you bit back, not waiting for him to respond before putting your lips back around his cock. This time, you went deeper, his tip brushing your teeth as you weren't used to his size yet. His hand sunk back to the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands of hair there. You could feel him testing out the boundaries of your rules, applying pressure softly ever so often. Still, after you drew back one more time, he gave up, the warmth of his palm remaining unmoving at the back of your head.

"No fun," he complained, but his words had no bite. They were followed by a soft groan, Sylus's head rolling to the side as he watched you work your way down his shaft. It was more strain than you expected, his cock seemingly never-ending, even when you forced it deeper than anything ever before. You'd not accept defeat, not let him win this round, especially after coming this far!

But it was nasty. Drool dripped down your chin, and your sucking became more and more sloppy. You barely had enough strength or training with your tongue to keep up an even pace, and your desperation to get this over with made everything quite boring, evident by Sylus not reacting like you thought he would while you worked your mouth over his cock.

"Is this your first time?" he finally asked, and you grimaced, mouth full of cock and exposed anger burning in your eyes.

Sylus smirked, and you knew that he knew.

"Did you really think you could hide the fact from me that you have no idea what you're doing? Come let me help."

Without waiting for your response, he pressed your head forward, tears shooting to your eyes as the newly reached deepness pried your jaw open. "Now, use your tongue and lick upwards all the way. Slowly."

You hated this! You hated him! You hated this man so much!

"That's it, Kitten."

Pulling you back by the roots of your hair, the strain disappeared, but all the drool and fluids pooled inside your mouth, making you cough. Sylus showed you no mercy, even after seeing you struggle to keep yourself together.

"Now the tip again, just like the beginning. You need to alternate sometimes."

Reluctantly, you opened your mouth again, willing the pain away as you began to suck and lick at his tip. The next time Sylus pushed you forward, you braced yourself, although he didn't go as deep, instead bopping your head back and forth. As much as you hated following his instructions, you did the same with your tongue as when he forced you to take it in completely, moving the muscle along the sides while Sylus directed your head.

This time, he let out a loud, content sigh, his head falling back. His pressure never stopped, though, sometimes slamming you forward to dangerous depths again, other times letting you rest at his tip. There was a steady increase in speed, and you felt the control slip from you pitifully as he worked you up and down his shaft as he pleased. Were you just a sex toy to him? That's what you wondered as the first tears fell, your reflection so pitiful in Sylus's eyes.

Although, he seemed ecstatic for some reason.

His nails dug into your hand still on his thigh as he pushed you steadily deeper with every thrust of his head. Soon, you felt the tickle of the fabric of his pants against your nose, his cock taking up all the space in your mouth as it throbbed. You, too, dug your nails into his thigh as you heard Sylus breathe heavily, knowing all too well what was going to happen now.

You couldn't believe he'd be so barbaric, knowing it was your first time, as to force you to take all of his dick inside as he came. But with a slight thrust of his hip and his hand pressing down at the same time, you were caught with his cock throat-deep as hot splurts of semen sprayed everywhere. Sylus grunted as he came, and you couldn't help but splutter, gagging on the length shoved down your throat, and almost fainted from the lack of air as he waited until the very last drop of his cum to be emptied inside of you.

If not for his cock stuffing your mouth, you might have thrown up from disgust.

He was breathing heavily while your lungs barely shuddered. As if he regained clarity, Sylus suddenly pulled you off him, and his cum spilled from your lips together with his cock. Tears, semen, and drool all dripped from your pitiful face, and you two stared at each other, both a little less lucid than before.

The hand at the back of your neck slipped forward, thumb grazing over the side of your mouth before he slipped it inside. A grin spread over his lips; this time, he looked nothing short of insane from the satisfaction as he pushed the fluids back into your mouth, seeing the remnants of the havoc he wrecked. But then his expression grew soft, and you hated to admit it, but this was probably the gentlest look he had ever given you.

"Good job, Darling."

You choked as you held back a sob. The situation was so maddening it was almost funny. Just seconds ago, it felt like he'd kill you with his dick, and now he was praising you, looking at you as if you were the greatest treasure in this world.

But you didn't have the time to lament. Not even a moment later, you were pulled from the ground, set down pussy to cock on his lap, feeling the sticky heat from his crotch matching your own. You hadn't even noticed your own arousal, the way your body found appropriate to act. It only shamed you more.

"You were so pretty down there, doing amazing, Darling."

Next thing you knew, he had toppled you over and laid you down on the couch beside him while your eyes widened. You snapped your legs shut immediately, although his hands roaming downwards snaked their way between them. Looking at you, unblinking, a victorious smile played along Sylus's lips before he effortlessly pried your legs apart, not even breaking a sweat.

"We said only sucking off!" you mewled, part scared, part frustrated. What else did you need to do to make him stop? Why was he doing all of this? Why did it have to be you?

Resting his lips on your thigh, Sylus kissed it briefly, eyes closed, appearing almost reverent as he peppered some more kisses.

"You said that," he finally muttered against your skin, and all the hope to make him see reason in the end was lost with just a few words. "I am going to return the favor now. Can't let anyone think I'd not take good care of my Darling."

"You are so mean," you whispered, tears now falling freely. You didn't care anymore if he saw them. If they could soften his heart—good! If not, it didn't matter anymore. He was going to do what he wanted anyway; there was nothing you could do but to let him.

"Sure, I can be mean," Sylus chuckled, but his expression darkened. It was unlike his usual cockiness, and it infuriated you. How dare he feel upset about your comment! How dare he wallow in your misery! Your pain wasn't his to share! He didn't get to feel bad from seeing you hurt by the actions he inflicted!

So why did he look like you were the one hurting him?

"After all..." he mumbled, leaning forward until his face hovered over yours. For a moment, he simply stared at you, and you wondered what he could find in your terrified gaze. How far he could really look into your soul and if that would deter him or if he'd still choose to ignore your feelings in all of this like he had ever since he locked you up.

"You made me the bad guy, Darling."

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taylorman2274 · 8 months ago

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We Care About You (Part VI)

The Traveler finally gets to say what they wanted to say to [Y/N].

Content Warning(s): N/A

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader;

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"You're still looking stressed, [Y/N]. Are you sure you're okay?"

You looked up to see the Traveler's concerned face. "Oh, I'm fine, I guess. Sorry. I just really wasn't expecting something like this to happen."

"Paimon understands. Paimon would be scared too if she found herself summoned to another world."

You slowly nodded. You found yourself to be a lot more calm than you were roughly three minutes ago, but that didn't mean you weren't nervous. After all, you were talking with two people who are only known to exist inside of a game. Purely pixels on a screen. And yet, here you were having a genuine conversation with them.

"Speaking of which, you said you wanted to talk to me about your future journey?"

"Not mine, ours," the Traveler shook their head. "It's our future journey."

"No, it is yours," you rebutted, confidence rising within you. "I'm not the one traveling around Teyvat, you are."

"But you are with me, are you not?" the Traveler calmly refuted, crossing their arms. "You're the one who's been guiding me and all the others, right?"

Aaaaaaaaaaand your confidence is gone.

You nervously rubbed your hands together and avoided looking at the Traveler. "Is that how you see it? I'm... guiding you?"

Paimon tilted their head. "Yeah...? What, you don't see it that way?"

You hesitated for a second before you finally shook your head.

"Then what do you see it as?"

You were now very afraid. You wanted to tell them your honest thoughts, but you worried how they would react to it. Would they be angry? Would they threaten you to stop? Would they start fighting you?

... ... ...

...Would they kill you? Was this all just an act to lower your guard?

You gulped, tugging at the neckline of your shirt. "I kind of see it as..." you sighed, looking back down at the stone table.

"...Possession."

You waited for a response but received none. The worst kind of response you can get.

"I felt like I was manipulating your actions without your consent," you continued, your voice barely audible over the sounds of the night. "That's why I tried to make things better. But even then, you still fought back. I thought that you hated me. I thought that you brought me here to get rid of me..."

"...But if you see my actions as 'guiding' you..." you looked up. "...Then what does that make me in your eyes?"

Both the Traveler and Paimon had concentrated expressions on their faces. You waited for either of their expressions to change, but you were also afraid of what the new one would become. Would they be satisfied with your answer? Would they be furious? You didn't want to know. So instead, you put your arms on the table and rested your forehead on top of them.

If you didn't want to use your eyes, you'd have to use your ears, instead. You thought of all the audible reactions you would expect to hear. A slam of fists or hands, yelling and shouting, the sound of a sword being drawn.

Or worse of all, silence. You can rarely tell what a person is thinking whenever they are silent.

...That's what scares you the most.

You waited with bated breath for a response and thankfully it wasn't long before you got one. First, you heard the sound of fabric scraping against stone. Next, you heard the shifting of sand. Lastly, you heard footsteps growing louder by the step.

The Traveler was walking over to you.

At this point, you wanted to do something instead of being vulnerable to a potential threat. But deep down, you knew that it was useless. You couldn't flee because it would take the Traveler mere seconds to catch up with you. You couldn't fight because you knew that you had no shot of going against someone who has gone toe-to-toe with gods.

You are vulnerable. You are weak. You are useless. You are worthless.

...You are going to die.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, but you fought the urge to cry. You probably looked pathetic to them already.

You heard a couple of more steps before they stopped. They were standing right behind you.

Silence.

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*SHING*

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*WHOOSH*

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*CLANG*

...?

...You didn't expect that noise. It came from your left.

You turned towards the noise and spotted the Traveler's dull sword.

"...Huh?"

Suddenly, you felt their arms wrap loosely around your neck.

You immediately stiffened your spine and brought your hands on top of theirs. However, before you could throw them off your body, you felt their head rest on your shoulder. Then they stopped.

... ... …

...Now you were confused. What were they doing?

... ... …

...Wait...

... ... …

...Is this... a hug...?

Sure enough, the more you thought about it, the more you believed that the Traveler was hugging you.

...But why?

"To me... in my eyes..."

... ... …

"You're my friend..."

The Traveler slightly tightened their hug.

"And I wouldn't know what to do without you..."

... ... …

You've finally relaxed.

And now that you are, there's one thing that you'd like to do.

Slowly, to not startle the Traveler, you got up from your seat and turned towards them. You could tell that they were wondering why you got up.

They stopped wondering when you went up and hugged them back. It took a while, but they wrapped your arms around your back in a friendly embrace.

"I wouldn't know what to do without you either."

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THE END

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Author's Notes: And that's the end of that! Hope everybody enjoyed the ending!

New Author’s Notes: I added an epilogue to this series. You can either treat this as the ending or the latter. Whichever best fits your interests.

Thanks again for all who liked, reblogged, and/or commented on this little series. I appreciate each and every one of you!

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natalievoncatte · 3 months ago

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11. Emerald

That was when she saw it, faint flashes of emerald in the dark. Kara sucked in a sharp breath as she tensed. Green was the danger color. It was the pain color, the burning color, the hue of agonizing death. Even a brief flash of an unelected green glow set her nerves ablaze.

The flash was brief, there and gone.

“Kara, wait for the team.”

She tapped the comm bead in her ear. “I don’t need a team for this.”

She scanned the area with her Kryptonian sight, first x-ray then infrared, and found only the outlines of crates and old junk. No heat. No heartbeat. No threat.

Why did villains always set up in abandoned warehouses? Why not a nice downtown coffee shop? Or a movie theater?

She should count her blessings. She could be the Batman, creeping through an abandoned amusement park looking for a psychotic clown. Clark had remarked to her that Gotham had a lot of abandoned theme parks for some reason, and abandoned comedy clubs. It was almost too convenient.

Something creaked to her left and she stopped.

“This thing is dangerous, Kara. There’s been three bodies found already.”

Kara knew all that. Three victims, all drained dry and desiccated, so bereft of moisture that they cracked and crumbled when moved. The life sucked right out of them.

She knew something else: All three had been killed in front of witnesses who said the night came alive and took them… while the dead men were in the process of robbing and assaulting the witnesses.

“I’m not going to have a murderous vigilante in my town.”

“I’m not a vigilante”, a soft voice purred. “But a girl’s got to eat.”

Kara spun, scanning the warehouse. There was no one with her.

A soft scuff on the concrete behind her. She turned, throwing back her cape and raising her fists.

“Where are you?”

“Here,” the voice murmured in her ear.

Kara yelped spun, but there was no one there.

“Kara, pull back. Pull out!” Alex snapped.

“Mmmm, Kara. Ka-ra. A pretty name.”

“Show yourself!”

Kara wheeled and found the creature right in front other, inches away, grinning broadly and baring sharp fangs. Kara recoiled, dancing back a few paces, fists raised.

It was a woman, sleek and slim and dressed in a slick black suit with a black lace blouse and a choker of black diamonds around her throat. Her skin was ghostly pale and dark hair fell down her back in wages past her waist, fanned out over her shoulders. Cold emerald eyes fixed Kara to the spot, the woman’s gaze carrying an almost physical force.

“Uh,” Kara said. “Alex?”

“No, I’m Lena.”

Kara squared up. “Are you the one killing those people?”

“I’m the one taking out the trash. Is that a problem for you?”

“Yeah,” Kara snarled, “it is.”

She hesitated. This woman, this creature, had no body heat. No heartbeat. When Kara used her x-ray vision, looking for weapons or gimmicks, she saw the woman just standing there in the pale transparent world of Kara’s super sight, as if the x-rays bent around her.

“What’s the matter, stud? Come teach me a lesson.”

“You asked for it.”

Kara lunged, and her hands closed on empty air. The woman was suddenly behind her, hands on her shoulders and lips pressed to her ear.

“Too slow. Catch me if you can.”

Kara whirled, grabbing at her, but she moved so fast she blurred. It was as if she knew where Kara would move before she did.

“Hold still!” Kara snapped, fighting the rising panic twisting in her belly.”

“Kara,” Alex said, “get out of there! You’re outmatched, we need a plan.”

“She’s right.”

Another whisper in her ear. This time as Kara turned and throw a roundhouse punch the woman stood there grinning, and Kara almost pulled her blow, but when her fist was just about to connect her target simply melted, swirling into a pillar of mist that held together for a brief moment before exploding in every direction and surrounding her.

She suddenly felt surrounded, a pressure coming from every direction, and a wild surge of claustrophobic panic burst like a firebox in her chest and she cried out in shock and terror, falling wildly.

A body pressed against her from behind and hands seized her wrists. The strength that resisted her twisting attempt to escape shocked her, and then came the pain. Quick and sharp, she felt pressure on her throat before the pain as twin points lanced into her flesh.

Kara screamed, then her voice softened and collapsed into shocked moan as an ecstatic heat spread from her throat through her entire body, tingling under her skin. Her eyes grew lidded and she writhed it spread through her.

Her head lolled and she passed out.

With a jolt, Kara snapped awake. She immediately tried to rise from where she lay, but found herself weighed down by heavy chains at her wrists and ankles.

A cold but soft hand curled around her chin and this Lena filled her vision, arching down over her from where she sat straddling Kara’s hips. Her grip was gentle but shockingly strong.

“My, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

Kara yanked hard at the chains, but they clanked and pulled at her wrists and impossibly held.

“Now now, none of that.”

Looking around, Kara frantically sought the source of her weakness- Kryptonite, a red light source, something she could attack.

“Those chains are nth metal, and there’s a sorcerous circle binding you beneath the bed.”

She was in a bedroom, lying on a four poster bed, chained down with her captor sitting in her lap, pressing her thighs against Kara’s hips.

She ran her hands up Kara’s flanks, feeling the muscles beneath the tight fabric.

“My my my, you are delicious, pet. Let me go.”

“I think not.”

“Are you going to drain me, too?”

Lena flipped down on top of her, resting her head on Kara’s shoulder. She smelled cold, somehow, like the faint scent of embers and falling leaves on an autumn night. She smiled with her soft pink lips and her emerald eyes blazed.

“I could,” she murmured. “It’s hard not to. You are the sweetest prey I’ve ever sampled, and your blood sings in me. A taste of honey is worse than none at all.”

Kara ignored the feeling of this person lying on top of her, one long leg still thrown across her belly, calf hooked around her hip. She was stroking lazy circles over the crest on Kara’s uniform, sharp nails teasing her through the fabric. She could have shredded it if she wanted, and liked the flesh too.

“You’ll never admit it, but I can feel how much you like being overwhelmed. Don’t you?”

Kara ground her teeth. “No.”

Lena smiled again. “Isn’t it hard, being Supergirl? Being so tough all the time, always swaggering around with your hands on your hips? Doesn’t part of you want to relax? Let someone else take charge?”

“What the hell do you want?”

Lena sighed dramatically and rolled off her, and her absence was near painful. She had to be using some trick, trying to control her. Kara had to stop herself from whimpering when Lena laid on the bed beside her, head propped on her hand.

“Can’t I just want to admire you and those beautiful muscles of yours?”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Maybe. Hear me out.”

“No.”

“I need your help.”

“You could have just asked.”

“You wouldn’t listen. Besides, where’s the fun in that?”

“Fine,” Kara huffed, staring up at the tin ceiling. “What do you want?”

“There is a master vampire, far more powerful and deadly than I am, and far older. He plans to poison the sun and free all vampires from the tyranny of daylight. He’ll declare himself an emperor and rule your world.”

“The hell he will. I’ll stop him, with Superman.”

The vampire laughed, a soft, sad chuckle.

“Oh, darling. Your cousin won’t be of any help to us.”

“Us?”

“You and me.”

“There is no us.”

“Dumping me on the first date, love?”

Kara rolled her eyes.

“Clark isn’t going to help us, Kara,” said the vampire.

Kara’s head shot up. “What? What did you say?”

She smiled.

“The master vampire has already made your cousin his thrall, love.”

“Who… who is this guy?”

“We both have so many names, but you know him as Lex. Lex Luthor.”

“What?!”

Lena moved closer, her stunning green eyes full of genuine fear.

“He sent me here to enthrall you. You’re the only chance I have. Please, I’m begging you. He’s a monster. A world under his rule will be an absolute nightmare. Unless you want to end up chained to his throne as a trophy you have to help me.”

There was either genuine fear in her voice, or she was excellent at faking it. Kara couldn’t rely on her super-senses.

Her jaw clenched.

“Let me go. No more tricks, no more games. Let me up and we’ll talk.”

Lena snapped her fingers and the bonds fell from Kara’s wrists.

“Done.”

Kara lunged across the bed and twisted, pinning her down.

“My turn,” Kara said, her eyes blazing with red sun fury. “Don’t test me.”

“Oh darling,” Lena purred. “You are delightful. I could get used to this.”

“Stop that,” Kara snarled.

Lena licked her lips, pale pink tongue flashing.

“Alright. Okay. I’ll be serious. We have to kill him. We have to kill him before he ends everything.”

“I don’t kill. I swore an oath.”

“Well, that’s inconvenient.”

Kara huffed.

“Fine. We can still defeat him. I think you and I could take over the world.”

“There is no you and I. I’ll help you and then you’ll answer for what you did.”

“I told you, a girl’s gotta eat.”

“Lena!”

“Oh, I like that. Say my name.”

“Le- No!”

Lena sighed, and ground herself up against Kara.

“I mean it. Stop that.”

Lena swallowed, pale throat bobbing. She fixed Kara with her piercing green eyes.

“I didn’t ask to be a monster. I wasn’t given a choice. I was forced.”

Kara felt a twist in her stomach, cold and brittle. She drew back her hands and freed Lena, stepping back off the bed.

“I’ll help you, but I have conditions. They’re non-negotiable.”

“And they are?”

“No more killing.”

Lena rolled her eyes.

“We agree on everything we do first. Don’t lay a hand on me without my permission again.”

A soft smile curled her lips. “Affirmative.”

Kara crossed her arms. Lena was openly admiring her, eyes roaming up and down her frame.

“Stop looking at me like I’m your next meal.”

“But darling, it’s not my fault that you look good enough to eat. Shall we get to it, then?”

Kara sighed. “Yes.”

“A Super and a Vampire, taking on the world. We just might survive.”

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afterglowkatie · 5 months ago

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pair of pests: fight ˏˋ°•*⁀ kyra x catley!reader, short fic/blurb

kyra cooney-cross x reader | 0.6k | based off of this ask

‘That was so stupid and not like you at all,’ Steph hit your arm, it wasn’t hard but it was enough to get your full attention and you knew she wasn’t happy with your incident on the pitch.

You’d gotten into a fight during the match. The whole match had been frustrating, today the team just wasn’t gelling together and you were playing like this was the first time you’d all played together. Barely any of your passes were connecting and you couldn’t understand why. Mixed with the roughness of the match and fouls and free kicks never going your team's way, they were always against your team no matter what.

It felt unfair and the frustrations of the game had just gotten to you, to the point where you finally burst after, what you’d consider to be, another unfair call. Specifically an unfair call against you. Normally you would’ve let it go, but the other player muttered under her breath and you heard it wasn’t particularly nice words towards you.

Without thinking you’d pushed the other player, making her stumble before you banged your shoulder against her while just walking past back to your position. But it didn’t stop there and before you knew it you were having to be pulled back by Leah, ‘Just let it go, it’s not worth it,’ You rolled your eyes knowing that she’d be the first person to voice her frustrations or unfairness within the match.

Though it was too late by the time Leah had managed to make her way over to you and you’d already done enough to warrant a yellow card being shown your way. You’d barely received yellow cards, always wanting to try to be as clean as possible during matches. It was your first one while being at Arsenal and it most likely wasn’t going to be your last, especially with Katie having taken you under her wing, you and Kyra slowly turning into her mini menaces.

‘It’s called passion Steph, maybe try it some time,’ Steph raised her eyebrow at you, while you just smirked at her, knowing you could get under her skin and get away with it. Your response though was definitely a direct reflection from all the time you’d spent around Katie lately.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Kyra stifling her laughs while watching the interaction between you and Steph. Part of the reason you kept talking back to your older sister.

‘That’s it, you’re not hanging out with Katie for like two weeks,’ Steph couldn’t really ban you but you still feigned annoyance at her words, grumbling and mocking exactly how Steph had said it, ‘I’ll have to start putting you with Leah, maybe you’ll stay in line then,’ Empty threats, your sisters specialty when it came to you.

‘Please, Leah seems like a good influence but secretly she’s really not,’ You exaggerated the last few words, saying them a little louder as well knowing that Leah was close by and wanting her to hear you.

‘Um, who was the one to pull you away from that mess? Pretty good influence like of me, I’d say,’ Leah slung her arm around your shoulders, her other hand ruffling your hair a little.

‘Yeah not after having some choice words with the refs,’ You laughed, pushing her away and rolling your eyes.

‘We gotta keep you on your toes. No peace with us around,’ You laughed with Kyra once she finally caught up with you, walking by your side.

Though you didn’t last long next to each other before Katie squeezed between the two of you, arms over both your shoulders, ‘Proud of ya, don’t listen to Steph,’ The three of you will forever continue to cause mayhem both on and off the pitch as long as you all stay at Arsenal.

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imtryingbuck · 5 months ago

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Little Wolf

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x wolf!fem!Reader

Summary: he finds a wolf injured on his run, the wolf doesn’t seem to be all that it appears.

Word count: 5,925

Warnings: angst. fluff. swearing. hunting animals (not detailed) gross hunters pissing on the animals. shooting. hit with an arrow. fire.

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Death. Pain. Blood. The chair. Screams. So so, so much blood.

The punching bag was hanging on for dear life as his fists took his frustration out on it. The flashbacks driving him further into beating the bag that shakes with each punch. Ignoring the pain in his right hand and back he continues his assault.

Three hours. That’s how long he had been punching the bag filled with sand. When the pain in his hand got too much he steps back taking in a deep breath he watches the punching bag swing to a slow stop.

Normally after spending a few hours in the gym he would meet with Steve and go on a run together, sometimes Sam joining too but they were both on a mission together. They had their own pathway that they preferred to run but last time he went running on his own it came to an abrupt end when he was surrounded by police, all pointing their guns at him. Someone had seen the former Winter Solider running and thought he had done something so they rang for help. It took Steve, Tony and Fury to come down and tell the cops to stand down, told them he posed no threat.

Bucky stopped running on his own after that.

Normally he would just go back to his room, have a shower and try to relax but his mind was working overtime plagued by the memories of his time at Hydra so he decided to take that chance and go on that run on his own. He was just going to change his location of his run.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. He told himself as he found a new area, it was the woods that were near the compound. It had a trail that never seemed to be used, so hopefully he wouldn’t bump into anyone.

His feet pounded the ground as he pushed his legs to move faster with each passing tree, the sweat was dripping off him and his hair was slowly falling out of the bun he put it in. On his seventh lap of the entire woods from end to end he finally slowed down as the stitches in his side were getting painful. A twig breaking from inside the woods had his feet stopping, his head snapping to where the sound seemed to have come from. Another snap of a twig had his eyes squinting to try and locate the person or animal causing the sound.

And while yes he was a super solider who was dubbed by the world as the deadliest assassin to ever exist who had a metal arm that could punch through walls easily he stood there in the middle of the pathway feeling scared. If it was Hydra agents he knew he didn’t stand a chance of fighting them all off, he had no weapons on him to fight them. If it was a person who was just taking a stroll through the woods and they thought he was doing something wrong he couldn’t let Fury or Tony defend him again. If it was a bear-

You’ve never seen bears around here Buck.

A small whimper coming from where the twigs were breaking had his feet moving faster than his brain could try and talk him out of it. If it was a person he could help them. If it was an animal he could help them. If it was an agent of Hydra then he was falling straight into their trap.

Taking careful steps he followed the sound of whimpering, stopping when his eyes landed on a large black wolf. Looking down where the wolf was licking he saw the metal contraption of a bear trap locked painfully on its back leg. Bucky looked around to see if there was another wolf or two, knowing they mainly traveled in a pack he moved slower and with more caution when he didn’t see any others.

The wolf snapped its head in Bucky’s direction baring its teeth releasing a deep growl that had the hairs on the back of Bucky’s neck stand to attention. “I-I’m not going to hurt you. I promise” he stuttered out feeling stupid when he heard his own words. It doesn’t understand you idio-

The large beast stared him in the eyes for a few minutes before continuing to lick at the wound, Bucky took it as a sign that he could move closer, as he does the wolf looks at him without stopping its movements. Bucky slowly reached out to the trap and began pulling it apart, the wolf pulled its leg out and scampered off through the trees without looking back.

Bucky smiled at saving the beautiful creature.

For weeks Bucky would run the trail in order to see if he could find the wolf again, for those weeks he kept coming up empty.

Until one day. As he was running he came to a halt at seeing the wolf again, sitting in the middle of the trail looking at him. It stood up moving closer, he noticed that it had a little limp from the injury. Just in front of him the wolf sat staring up at him, its fur was jet black and looked so soft that he really wanted to reach out and touch.

“Do you remember me?” A head tilt from the creature. “A-are you friendly?” It yapped “I’m taking that as a yes” he chuckled which caused the wolf’s tail to wag. Reaching out slowly he half expected the wolf to move away but it didn’t instead moved its large head closer to him and rubbed along his hand.

Bucky knelt down and began running his fingers through the thick jet black fur that was unbelievably soft. Steve wasn’t going to believe him when he told him that he had befriended a wolf. “Where’s your friends huh?” Another head tilt given as a response. “You’re so soft aren’t you boy?” A low growl from the wolf had him taking his hand away. “Oh, you’re a girl? Oka-“ his phone cuts him off, answering it as it was Steve he chuckles when the wolf’s head tilts from side to side as if she’s trying to understand where the voice is coming from. “I’ve got to go pretty girl, but I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Bucky truly felt terrible about leaving her behind especially when he looked behind him to see her still sitting there.

Over the course of a week Bucky left for the woods to see the wolf he had befriended, and like he said Steve did not believe him when he told the blond. Bucky would run with her by his side, he would stroke her fur when she won the unofficial race they were having. His wolf friend no longer limped as her leg was healing perfectly.

“So tomorrow I won’t be here to see you little one, I’ve got to go on a mission. I know I don’t like it either. Yes I’ll miss you” he explained and told her when she answered him with a bark, he wanted to pretend that he could understand her even though he in fact couldn’t.

Saying his goodbyes his feet leads him back to the compound. He’s already counting down the minutes until he’s back from the mission that hasn’t even started yet.

Five days later the jet was touching down on the runway at the compound carrying all members of the Avengers, Bucky’s plan was to take a quick shower, get dressed and head to the woods to see his wolf.

Going towards the woods a little later than he wanted as Steve all but forced him to have something to eat he looked around expecting to see her, he walked further into the woods looking between the gaps of the trees for his little wolf.

Just as he was about to call out for her he felt a presence behind him, before he could turn around he was knocked on to his front with a loud thud. He manage to turn his body around coming face to face with his wolf whose whole body shook due to her tail wagging furiously from side to side.

“Hi pretty girl, you snuck up on me. Yeah yeah I missed you too”

He manages to get her off him so he could sit up, she walks off but looks behind her to see if he follows, he does once she yaps at him. “So bossy, jeez.” Another yap comes from her. “I’m coming hold on!”

He follows her throughout the woods, getting further away from the trial, reassuring her that he was still behind her every time she looked over to him. He frowns when she stops in front of a tent that was mostly ripped. “What are we doing here pretty girl?” She goes inside and he hears a noise and then rustling. “Little wolf?” He panics.

His heart stops.

“P-pl-please don’t freak out.”

“Wh-what…”

“I’m little wolf… I’m human, well I’m a wolf, well you know.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“Which part?”

“You’re a wolf?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re also human?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus, I’ve seen it all now!” You watch him as he paces up and down, his eyes bouncing from you to the ground. “How?”

“I don’t know, I was born like it.”

“Is this a trick? Is little wolf inside?”

“It’s not a trick.”

“I don’t believe you.” His eyes narrow at you.

“Right.” Taking off the clothes you had just put on, you want to laugh at how bright his face goes at seeing your naked form. “Watch.”

And he does. He watches as the human in front of him instantly becomes a wolf. His little wolf. His eyes blink in quick succession at the sight. “This is insane!”

Turning back in to your human form, you put your clothes back on again. “I didn’t think you’d react like this, I’m sorry if I’ve scared you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

“How else am I supposed to react?” He snapped at you.

“I-I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever shown… I’ll-I’ll go now, please, please don’t tell anyone about me, they’ll hunt me.”

Bucky watches as you grab your things from the wrecked tent, quickly packing whatever you had to your name in a duffle bag. “Wait, just… you don’t need to leave. I just wasn’t expecting you to turn into a human, I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“No-no it’s okay, I-I shouldn’t have shown you, I’m sorry.” You said as you scramble to grab all your things.

“Hey, hey stop. You don’t need to leave.”

“I-I do.”

“You don’t, I’m not going to tell anyone I promise. It just freaked me out, I wasn’t expecting little wolf to turn into a person, you know?”

“I’m sorry for freaking you out.” You kick a pebble finding it more easier than to look at him. “You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“I don’t have any friends by the way.” Bucky’s head snapped up to face you, a puzzled expression on his beautiful face. “You asked where my friends were, I don’t have any.”

Moving slowly to sit down on a log you pat it as an invitation for him to sit too. “My… my pack kicked me out.”

“Why?”

“I’m the runt.” Picking up a stick you began to pick at it. “I’m weaker than the rest of them so I was kicked out.”

“You’re not weak-“

“I am compared to the rest of them.” You shrugged, still playing with the stick.

“What’s your name?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Y/n, yours?”

“Bucky.”

“Weird name.”

“Your name is weird!”

You both sat there on that log arguing about whose name was weirder, for nearly twenty minutes. The argument only coming to an end when Bucky’s phone started ringing. You could see it on his face that he was nervous and felt terrible about leaving you alone in the woods but you waved him off telling him that it’s okay. You both walked silently towards the entrance of the woods, Bucky smiled as you shifted back into your wolf form.

“Hey Y/n” you turn around to face him. “Your name is weird.” Bucky chuckles when you growl in response.

It had been four months since you showed Bucky your human form, and truly you were shocked that he kept coming back to see you, he would even bring food and drinks with him when he came. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the log and talk about everything and anything, sometimes you’d both walk around the woods - taking down the snares and disabling the bear traps that hunters would put there.

Bucky opened up to you about his past, told you things that not even Steve or his therapist knew about, he told you all about his nightmares and how that sometimes he would see the ghosts of his victims. He sat there on that hard wooden log pouring everything out to you and when he found the courage to look at you he was surprised not to see the look of fear, judgement or even pity in your eyes. You didn’t even say anything, there was no ‘it wasn’t you’ or ‘you’re a good man now’ like he always got told, no you took his hand in yours and laid your head on his shoulder.

You opened up about your own past, you told him that your mum was human and your dad was a wolf who met and fell in love, you didn’t go to school but was taught maths and English with the rest of the pups, and even though your former pack were also human they preferred being in their wolf form that mainly lived in woods.

“One night my mum was hurt by a wolf, I didn’t get back to the manor in time an-and when I did my mum was badly injured, my dad killed the rogue wolf and once my mum was being treated for her injuries my dad told me to get my things and to leave his pack.”

“But why? It wasn’t your fault.”

“Because I was supposed to stay there with her, it was my fault she was attacked.”

“Where was you?”

“My friend wanted to go on a run and asked for me to go with her, my mum told me to go and have some fun.” Shaking your head at the memory, you shrug your shoulders. “I shouldn’t have listened, I should have done what my dad said and stayed with her.”

“How old was you?”

“Fourteen.”

“Jesus, Y/n you was a child!”

“That didn’t matter I was weak in my dads eyes, he would have rather lose his pup then his mate.”

Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him and rested his head against yours.

“Y/n!” He called out for you one day as he tried to make sure that he didn’t trip over and drop the bag he was carrying. “Y/n?”

“I’m here!”

Turning to where your voice was coming from he saw you in the lake, the first thought that came into his head when he laid eyes on you was that you were the most beautiful thing in the world. “What are you doing in there?”

“I’m a fish!” You sarcastically say. “I’m bathing.”

“It’s about time, you started to smell.” He grins softly, as he turns his back on you to take out the food he stole from the compound for you to eat.

“I don’t smell no more. Don’t look, okay?” You say even though he’s already seen you naked a few times. Wrapping an old towel that you stole from someone’s backyard around you, you walk quickly past Bucky going straight into the tent.

“It’s going to rain tomorrow you know.” Bucky says as he gets the fire started.

“Is it?”

“Yeah so why don’t you-“

“Nope.”

“I didn’t even fin-“

“Nope Buckles.”

“Y/n.”

“Buckanna.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at the different names you were calling him, even if he did have a small smile on his lips. “Please just stay at my apartment, I don’t even live there.”

“Buckaroo, I’ve told you I’m okay.” You come out of the tent dressed and took a seat next to Bucky. “Now, what interesting stories do you have to tell me?”

He handed you your favourite snack and drink before taking his own out of the bag. “Well Sam did the splits when he slipped and he made sure everyone knew about it.”

“Was he okay?”

“Even though he told everyone he got split in half, he seemed alright to me.” Bucky’s lips curled up into a smile at hearing your laugh, he always wanted to hear more of the sound.

“He’s a bit dramatic isn’t he?” The super soldier nods with a chuckle. “So what else has happened?”

He fills you in on all the things that the team did in the two days that he didn’t see you, your face lighting up at hearing the crazy things they do. Bucky had asked you to meet them, even promising you that they wouldn’t judge or fear you but he also understood why you kept saying no. Even though your mum is human you was brought up to never trust them, you had been told that all humans were evil and would hurt you if you ever let them get too close. Bucky was confused because you had let him get close and he was surprised that you didn’t have a response to that, you just shrugged your shoulders.

Despite not wanting to meet Bucky’s friends you still liked hearing about them and all the things they get up to, he assured you that they were great people and that they would welcome you with open arms, you was just too shy to admit to Bucky that you liked it just being the two of you.

Little did you know that Bucky felt the same.

“Sir there is a fire.”

FRIDAY’s voice interrupted the movie that the whole team was watching in the cinema room, they were treating themselves to a relaxing day after a long week of missions, when they registered the words from the A.I they were all confused as the alarms didn’t go off, Tony asked where the fire was and the response had Bucky jumping up from his seat and running out of the room leaving everyone confused.

“In the woods, sir.”

Steve and Sam were right on the brunettes heels, from where they were they could see the whole woods ablaze. Steve tried to get Bucky to slow down but all he could hear was “Y/n. Y/n’s in there.”

They had no idea who Bucky was talking about and they couldn’t get him to slow down enough to even explain, but they continued to follow him.

Bucky’s heart was in his throat the closer he got to the woods, he kept calling out your name waiting to hear your voice to call back but there was nothing, his eyes bounced around to see which best way he could get inside and when he found an opening he took off running as fast as his legs would take him. He could hear Steve shouting for him to stop and then Sam telling Steve to stop but he wasn’t focused on that, he needed to find his little wolf.

“Buck slow down!” Steve shouted as he tried to keep up with his best friend.

Bucky wouldn’t, he couldn’t, he was trying to find the correct trail that would lead him to the wrecked tent that she was calling home despite his insistence that she could stay at the apartment he had, the one he never stayed at. “I need to find her!”

You was in your wolf form - true form as you always called it - trying to find some food, you came to a halt when you heard unfamiliar voices of two men, crouching low you made sure that they didn’t see you, you crept forwards until you could see them, gulping when you did.

Hunters.

They were standing there counting their kills, laughing and mocking and even mimicking the action of one of the deers, you let out a very low growl when one of the men unbuckled his belt and opened his zip and began urinating on the animals. You couldn’t understand why they were doing what they were doing, you only ate the animals you found because you were hungry, even as a wolf you hated doing it because you knew what it was like to be hunted.

Your heart stopped when a twig snapped behind you, instantly knowing it was a rabbit by the smell of it. The hunters heard it too.

“Shit, is that a wolf?”

“Yeah, fuck you know how much that things head will pay us? Come here little doggy we aren’t going to hurt you.”

Letting out a deep growl you hoped that they would get scared and just leave but sadly they just laughed. One of them pulled a gun out and fired a shot towards you and with that you took off. They were fast but you were faster.

Zigzagging and flinching as bullets were flying past you, you let out a sharp cry when a bullet struck your hind leg. Despite knowing the woods better than anyone else you couldn’t think straight, and because of that you were going in further and further away from your camp. A strangled cry came from you as fell hard on the ground, an arrow had embedded itself into your side. Scrambling to your feet you managed to keep running despite the agonising pain radiating through your entire body, hiding under an undergrowth you tried to keep your breathing under control.

The smell of smoke hit your nostrils as you continued to hide underneath the undergrowth, finally gaining the strength to come out of your hiding spot your eyes went wide with fear. The place that you had been calling home was on fire.

Rabbits were running around trying to find a way out - skidding to a halt when they saw you standing there, only continuing their escape when you moved slightly to the side. Trees were falling down around you, loud frantic heartbeats of the other animals were pounding in your ears, you needed to find a way out but you just couldn’t move.

You were panting heavily as the smoke filled your lungs, finally making your legs move you began trying to find a way out of the burning woods.

“Y/n!” Your head snapped in the direction you heard your name being called from but all that was seen was fire and trees falling down, you kept hearing your name from a familiar voice that you instantly recognised as Bucky’s and an unfamiliar voice was also calling your name.

Limping towards where the panicked voices where coming from you tried to keep away from the growing flames as well as trying not letting too much smoke in, you kept letting out deep howls in hopes that Bucky and this other person could hear you.

The pain of the bullet lodged into your back leg and the arrow embedded into your side was getting worse with each and every step you took towards safety. The last thing you see is a a blurry image of someone before you passed out.

When Bucky found you he felt like his heart had stopped beating, he couldn’t tell if you were alive or not, he couldn’t hear anything over the rushing sound of blood in his ears. Despite the fact that there was fire everywhere and growing by the seconds he took slow steps towards the body of his little wolf, seeing the arrow sticking out of you had his hands balling into fists.

Steve tried to get him to move so they could continue to find this Y/n girl, he did find it sad that they were looking at the dead body of a wolf - slightly shocked that one was even in the woods - but they needed to find the woman Bucky was so worried about. “Come on Buck, we need to find your friend.”

“She-hurt-I need to-“ Steve couldn’t make sense of Bucky’s words as the brunette got closer and to the wolf.

“Buck?” Steve watches as Bucky crouched down, slowly and gently lifting the wolf into his arms whispering ‘It’s okay sweetheart. I’ve got you’ to say the blond was confused was an understatement of the century.

“We need to leave.”

“B-but Y/n?”

Bucky shot him a questioning look before looking down at little wolf in his arms, his eyes bouncing back up to Steve’s. Bucky would have laughed at the confusion written all over his best friends face but right now wasn’t the time or place.

The team looked at the super soldiers with wide eyes and confusion but Bucky didn’t pay them any attention, continuing to run past them going straight to med bay. Cho was puzzled as to why Bucky was bringing a wolf into her lab, once he explained the truth Cho got to work, well once she managed to get the distressed man away from his friend and out of the room.

Steve watched as Bucky’s leg bounced up and down, his eyes not moving an inch from the door he was pushed out of by Cho. “Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you name the wolf Y/n?”

“No, her parents did.”

“What?”

He sighed, he didn’t know how Steve wasn’t understanding. “Y/n, yes? Is the wolf but she’s also human.”

“Wha-how?”

“Her parents, one human and the other just like Y/n.”

“Oh.” Steve nods and the pair quickly settles into silence.

When Cho comes out she informs Bucky that she did all that she could, his heart stopped beating assuming the worst only beating again when she says that it’s up to Y/n when she wants to wake up. Bucky walks fast into the room once Helen says he could go in and see her.

Running his fingers through your fur he told you to wake up and be fine, he begged you. “Please Y/n, I-I don’t want to lose you.” He sat there for hours just stroking your fur and watching as your chest rose and fell. Only leaving your side to stretch his legs. Steve had come in to check on the two of you, giving Bucky some food the brunette wanted to laugh as he watches Steve’s hand hover over your body.

“You can stroke her.”

“I-what if she doesn’t want me to.”

“She’s asleep she won’t know.”

Steve’s whole face lit up once his hand came into contact with your fur. “She’s so soft.”

Bucky hummed in agreement as he continued to eat the sandwich Steve had made for him, he began telling his best friend how they met and his first reaction of seeing her in her human form. To Steve it made so much sense hearing where Bucky had been sneaking off to every day when he wasn’t on missions, he smiled knowing his friend was happy for the first time since they were younger.

Not long after Steve left to get some sleep, Bucky went and sat on the floor - the softness of the chair was making him uncomfortable. His eyes had just closed when he heard rustling from the bed, before he could stand up you jumped out of the bed.

“Y/n, hey little wolf look at me.” He tried to get you to calm down but so far it wasn’t working your eyes were frantically searching around the unknown room, your tail was in between your legs and you were letting out low howls. “Y/n.”

Once he caught your attention he relaxed a little. “Hey pretty girl, you’re safe I promise.” Smiling instantly as you came running straight towards him and climbing on him. “I’ve got you pretty girl.”

He lets out a oof as you put your head on his chest he wraps his arms around you, whispering that you was safe when he felt your heart beat still beating erratically, careful of your injuries he ran his fingers through your fur as your eyes started to close. The next morning when Steve walked towards the room with Sam trailing behind him, they stop at the doorway at seeing a wolf lying on top of Bucky, too scared to go inside the room as the wolf began growling at them.

“Bucky.“ He shifted from his spot on the ground but didn’t open his eyes. “Wakey wakey Bucky!”

“Stop poking me Y/n/n.” He grumbled, moving his head further away from your finger as you kept poking him in his cheek.

“Well wake up then.”

“I don’t want to, I was having a nice dream.” Bucky reluctantly opens one eye, seeing you sitting on your knees with a big smile on your face he couldn’t help but smile too. “What time is it?”

“Eleven.”

“Oh right. Where did you get those clothes from?”

“The doctor gave me them.” You shrugged, the clothes were comfy although they were slightly big. “She’s nice I like her.”

“How long have I been asleep for?”

“Since yesterday, you lazy bum.”

“Shut up.” He winked at you, before you could reply back he quickly yet carefully pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Helen said I was healing better than she expected.” You nodded when his hand reached out to the shirt you were wearing, lifting the material up he flinched seeing the large bruise.

“What happened?”

“There were hunters and they spotted me, they shot me in my leg and then I don’t know where it came from but I got shot by an arrow.” You point to your side. “I managed to hide then next thing I know the whole woods were on fire.”

Bucky somehow managed to pull you even closer to him and rested his head on your shoulder. “I should have been there, I’m sorry.”

“Then you would have been hurt or worse so please don’t be thinking like that, I’m fine now Bucky.”

“I don’t care, I should have be-“ his stops speaking when your hand covers his mouth.

“Stop.” Giving you his best glare, you just smiled in response well that was until he licked your palm. “That’s gross Buckles!”

He smiled in triumph as your hand instantly leaves his face. “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Where are you going to go? The woods are completely destroyed.”

“I-I’ll find somewhere else.” You shrugged. “Now don’t be sad that you’ll never see me ever again because I’ll draw you a picture of me for you to keep.” Winking at him causing him to laugh… sarcastically.

“You’ll do me a drawing? You’re the best.” His words dripping in sarcasm, it was his turn to wink when you rolled your eyes. “But I’m being serious Y/n, how about you stay here? I don’t think Tony will mind.”

“I-I don’t want to overstep and make anyone uncomfortable.”

“You wouldn’t, I’ll talk to Tony and if he says no then you’ll stay at my apartment, I don’t want you to leave.”

The thought of never seeing Bucky again even though he would probably find you and the thought of finding somewhere else to call home made your heart ache, plus you had lost what little things you had to your name in the fire so you nodded your head, a huge smile taking up Bucky’s face instantly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah but you have to promise that you won’t get mad at Tony if he says no, okay?”

“I promise.” Bucky said as he placed his left hand on your cheek, his eyes slowly moving between yours and your lips, as he slowly moved in you found yourself doing the same until your lips touched.

“I really like you Y/n.” He says once the two of you reluctantly pulled away from each other.

“I really like you too.”

Bucky leads you towards the common room after he asked FRIDAY where everyone was after you helped him stand once you two had finished kissing some more, hand in hand he took it slowly as you were walking with a limp and your side started to hurt. He promised that everything was going to be okay when he noticed your heart started to beat frantically.

Introducing you to the team and them to you, Bucky was right when he said that they were all great people who wouldn’t judge you, though they all found it fascinating. You was practically hiding behind Bucky as he asked Tony if you could stay at the tower, Bucky and the team expected a dog joke to come out of the billionaires mouth, all shocked when he didn’t make one.

“Welcome to our crazy family Y/n.” Tony says with a smile. “Barnes can show you to your room oh and make him take you shopping I assume you need clothes and stuff.”

“Thank you.” You say but Tony just waves you off with a gentle smile.

It’s been three months since the fire and living at the tower with Bucky and the team, if they were honest it took them a few weeks getting use to seeing a wolf walking around, and there’s only been one incident where it took all of them to get the SHIELD agents to stand down after they pulled their guns out on you. But overall it’s been great living with them and getting to know them all.

Bucky had showed you to a room next to his where you only spent one night on your own, the next night Bucky had knocked on your door and asked if he could sleep in bed with you, from there your room became his. Despite him taking you shopping for clothes, shoes and essentials you mainly wore his shirts, which truthfully he loved seeing.

Everyone knew that there was something going on between you and Bucky but never made any comments, you had confessed to him that he was your mate then explained what it meant when he looked confused. That night the two of you made love.

You had even become an unofficial member of the Avengers when the tower was attacked and you were taking the bad guys down a lot faster than the team could. Tony had created a suit that wouldn’t have you be naked once you turned to your human form, it took him a few tries to perfect it, he picked you up and spun the two of you around once had.

“Y/n?”

“Hi, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Taking off your suit you climbed into bed with Bucky wrapping his arms around you straight away.

“You didn’t don’t worry, how did the mission go?”

“It was good, nobody was hurt.”

“Good, get some sleep okay pretty girl.” He mumbled tiredly.

“You too pretty boy.”

“Funny. Night night doll, I love you.”

Your eyes shot wide open as those last words hit your brain. It was the first time he had said those words and by the way he was softly snoring he hadn’t quite realised what he had said. Smiling shyly to yourself you snuggled further into his warm embrace.

“I love you too Bucky.”

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Gardens of Eden

Din Djarin x goddess!f!Reader

Summary: Another bounty hunt goes wrong when he comes across a creature whose influence changes his view of everything. Warnings: +18, MDNI, mention of using weapon, goddess!immortal!reader, reader has long hair which can change colour (you will understand), sub!Din (by reader’s power), unprotected PIV, loving sex, soft!dom!Din, creampie Wordcount: 3,4k An: First shot with my fav Pedro boy. For a long time I resisted writing something with him because I thought it had to be perfect. Din is my first love, that's why he and my fav band together create a mind-blowing mix for me. Sooo hold my beer bc I’m just getting started ;) Music I worked with: Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

Masterlist

He had never been in a place like this, a planet full of greenery and colorful flowers like something out of a story about what paradise could look like.

As a bounty hunter, he had been in places that were more look like hell. It was rare for his bounties to be in places like this. The energy that reigned around made it easy to fall into a sense of security, but he knew better than to allow himself to have false feelings.

The transmitter in his hand flashed more frequently, assuring him that he was well on the way to target. His finger rested on the blaster trigger, ready to disarm his opponent if necessary.

His careful steps prevented the slightest sound, giving him the opportunity to create a surprise effect. The quiet chirping of birds echoed in the background, and wild animals fled in panic, sensing danger.

Everything here seemed peaceful, unlike what was happening elsewhere in the galaxy. The dense forest barely let in the rays of the three suns shining high in the sky, yet everything was bright.

The tracker blinked harder, catching his attention, the red light letting him know that his target was within reach.

He looked ahead, putting the device in his pocket and took a few cautious steps before he spotted a clearing ending the forest border.

The birdsong was drowned out by the increasingly distinct sounds of running water. He stopped behind one of the trees and slowly began to look around the exposed area. With the trigger of his blaster, he moved a few leaves blocking his view and then his gaze fell on you.

You were sitting on a large rock by the stream, giggling as you dipped your hand in the water. Your long white hair blindingly reflected the sun's rays and the translucent white material of your dress flowed down your body.

You looked like a living example of innocence.

Din couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way you gracefully moved your fingers across the surface of the water, sitting completely unaware of the threat that he was.

A gentle smile adorned your face, adding to your charm, and he had to admit that he hadn’t seen such a beautiful sight in a long time.

He had seen a lot in his life but he had never experienced such conflicting emotions as you had stirred in him. He knew very well that appearances were deceptive and you could have turned out to be the worst thing he had to fight so far but he simply couldn’t…

He couldn’t shake this strange feeling that he had stumbled upon something beautiful, innocent and flawlessly good. As if some greater power was letting him know that he even shouldn’t have aimed a gun at you.

He stepped forward to get a better view of you, but as it turned out, it was a bad decision.

A dry branch snapped under his weight, piercing the space like a shot. Everything around fell silent as you straightened like a string and looked in his direction. His heart stopped for a moment as he looked into your eyes and saw fear in them.

He cursed himself in mind and slowly walked out from behind the trees, spreading his arms to show that he meant no harm.

Unfortunately, your reaction was the opposite of what he wanted to achieve.

Your hair changed color from shiny white to blacker than the forgotten ends of space in a second. He watched this in shock, slowly approaching you and to his surprise, you didn’t move an inch.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, and to confirm his words, he slowly put the blaster behind his belt. You didnkt even notice, continuing to stare into his black visor, and even though he was wearing a helmet and thick armor, he felt naked under your gaze. “Please,” he added more gently.

His words didn’t work.

The blackness of your hair seemed to only deepen with each step he took. He didn’t know where the feeling of desperation had come from in his body, for you to trust, that he didn’t have bad intentions towards you; or at least not anymore. And it was this desperation that made him fall to his knees a few steps away from you.

Surprisingly, it did just that, your hair lightened a few shades, matching the greynes of his beskar. Your watchful gaze began to examine every inch of his body as if you were assessing the threat he posed to you.

“You’re a bounty hunter,” you noted.

Your voice didn’t match your appearance at all, sharp and commanding, as if you had lived much more than he had. As if you had lived centuries.

“I am,” he confirmed, feeling deep in his bones that trying to deceive you was purposeful. His honesty made your hair lighten a bit and your eyes filled with interest.

“And yet, you don’t want to hurt me.” You raised an eyebrow, wanting to let him know how absurd his words sounded.

“I don’t,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation.

He didnkt know if it surprised you or him more, after all, he had come here for one purpose and he had the impression that you knew it very well.

His answers were short and honest, giving a sense of sincerity but even that didn’t seem to convince you.

“So why are you in full armor and armed?” you asked even though you knew the answer. This wasn’t the first bounty hunter or even Mandalorian with whom you had the pleasure to dealt with.

“It’s part of my culture.”

Yes, you’ve heard that answer before.

“Indeed,” you nodded thoughtfully, your gaze dropping to the shiny beskar again. You had never seen a hunter who looked as majestic as he did, which made you interested in him even more.

Din watched as you finally flinched to look at him from a different perspective, your hair getting closer to its original color with every passing second.

“I can’t trust you.”

Your gaze met his again as if there was no helmet on his head at all.

Your words were completely justified and yet, there was a tightness in his chest that made him realize how much he wanted— no, needed you to change your mind.

Before he could say anything, you stood up from the stone and slowly walked over to him. The sheer material of your dress gave him a perfect view of your entire body, but his gaze was still fixed on your eyes.

“Stand,” you said and there was no room in your tone for his protest.

He obediently rose from his knees, forcing you to look up as he now towered over you.

“I don’t trust you,” you declared, plunging another dagger into his chest. Your sharp gaze made him understand that he was too weak to let you stab again.

“Then make me earn your trust,” he said it confidently and really meant it. He was willing to go as far as he had to.

His words hung between you, finally letting the birdsong and the rush of the stream reach your ears.

The grey slowly began to give way to white with each passing second as you thought about his words and what was behind them.

“I exist beyond any religion.”

These words should have caused a red light to go off in his head, but nothing like that happened. Instead of common sense and the Laws of the Way, a small flame appeared in his body, drawing him towards you. There was nothing in your look that could suggest that you wanted to force him to do something, on the contrary, you were giving him the opportunity to leave.

But the seconds passed and he still stood there, worse, he nodded, giving you a sign that he had made a decision. A decision that start the downfall of his beliefs.

“Your way does not lead here, Mandalorian,” you said as if he didn’t know.

But he did. Better than anyone before him.

But that worry died faster than it appeared the moment your hands found their way to his armor. Despite the beskar separating you, he could have sworn he felt your burning touch.

Your attention focused on the clasps of each protector that you slowly pulled off of him and Din couldn’t do anything but watch your face as if hypnotized.

You carefully placed each piece on the grass, showing his armor the respect he was grateful for.

A sharp intake of breath sounded through his modulator as you knelt before him to remove the protectors from his thighs. The sight was definitely too stimulating for him, and you could see his cock smacking the material of his pants. You didn’t comment on it, but to his surprise, you leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his bulge. A shameful groan escaped his throat as his dick twitched, eager for your closeness.

You straightened up, leaving him in just his clothes and helmet. Your gaze didn’t meet his as you continued to work on each clasp, revealing his arms, chest, stomach, legs, every part of him that was decorated with scars.

“Will you tell me their story?” you asked, running your fingertips over the wound on his right chest.

Shivers ran through his body at your gentle touch.

“Each one of them,” he blurted out on a ragged breath.

His answer brought a gentle smile to your face, and he didn’t miss the way your hair flashed white again. You felt good again. Safe.

He wanted to ask about it, but as the words formed on his tongue, a dozen other questions suddenly appeared so he just kept quiet. He preferred to blame it on his own flood of thoughts rather than the fact that your gaze was rendering him speechless.

The sparkle in your eyes seemed even brighter than your snow-white hair. For a moment he lost his breath and then he twitched anxiously, feeling your hands on the edge of his helmet.

You waited.

One second, two, but there was no sign of resignation from him, so you continued.

The fresh air brushed his cheeks and then his hair, bringing a strange feeling of relief. He didn’t expect this after he willingly let his helmet be taken off. He expected negative emotions, anger at himself and his tormentor. But when he saw you without any barriers, he couldn’t feel anything but desire.

His dark eyes, dressed in small wrinkles, radiated with warmth but also emptiness.

He seemed lost, not in an endless galaxy but in his own mind.

A curved nose that hid a thin lips surrounded by the same dark stubble as his irises. To that, messy hair from constantly hiding his identity from the world.

He was beautiful. Wounded by life but beautiful.

“You look tired,” you said sympathetically, lifting a hand to stroke his stubbled jaw.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt you.

Like— he really felt you.

His eyes closed on their own and his head tilted, clinging to your hand. His mind barely reached the memory of the last time someone had been this close with him. And he had to admit it felt good. The closeness of another person was so rare for him that he forgot how addictive it was.

You allowed him a moment of tenderness that he needed after so many years of loneliness and watched with affection as he snuggled into your touch.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he almost purred with pleasure.

“Will you let me to show you more?” you asked.

His hand covered yours before he began to place soft kisses on the palm of it. He didn’t even know how to describe what he was feeling; desire was too weak a word.

He felt hungry.

And that hunger seemed to keep growing.

The rough stubble irritated your skin and the soft lips brought relief. Every inch of his skin screamed for your attention. You saw how broken he was deep inside, how much he needed what you could give him.

“Please,” he moaned desperately.

“Then kiss me.”

That command made his gaze fall back to your face. He seemed in disbelief, searching for something that doesn’t exist. He found nothing in your eyes that could suggest the opposite of your words.

He didn’t need anything more.

His hands landed on your jaw, holding you hardly as his lips crushed yours even harder. You moaned, not expecting the force he used. He didn’t hold back, couldn’t hold back, allowing himself to drown in the moment as he hungrily began to kiss you. His tongue quickly found yours, forcing you to submit to his guidance. This time, you were the one who began to melt under his touch.

You kissed him back, wanting to give him as much as he needed and even more.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Lay down,” he said, overcome with the need to claim you.

You shivered, looking at him like a defenseless animal. You backed away from him as much as he would let you, before he followed you like a shadow as you laid down on the grass.

His lips attacked yours again in a thirsty kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to catch your breath with every chance he gave you because there weren’t many when his tongue didn’t want to stop caressing yours.

His large, warm hands slowly began to roam your body. Your dress was no barrier to feeling him as should.

He ran his fingertips over your breasts, teasing and bringing your nipples back to life. You moaned, thirsty for his attention in that place which he didn’t give you. Instead, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. You wrapped your leg around his, pulling him closer to you.

His hard cock brushed against your core, making him hiss. He couldn’t hold back his instincts any longer, so with slightly too aggressive movements, he began to pull up the material of your dress, and only when it was all wrapped around your waist he was satisfied enough to pull away from you and look down between your bodies.

He was panting heavily from the kisses and allowed himself to stare at your temple for so long that you began to arch with desire. His cock quivered painfully at the thought of being inside you.

“Din,” you begged. His name on your lips sent a wave of shivers down his spine.

He looked at you, wondering how you knew his real name, but when he saw you, he was speechless again.

Your hair was lying around your head, and it wouldn’t have been strange if it wasn’t for the fact that it was now in a shade of light red.

“Please,” you moaned, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp. He couldn’t think straight seeing you like this, lying beneath him and craving his touch.

He wanted to give you what you needed, he wanted it so badly, but he was afraid that after so many years of celibacy he wouldn’t be able to satisfy you, and he really wanted to see you fall to pieces because of him.

“Cyar’ika…” he began hesitantly.

“Stop talking,” you cut him off, sliding your hands down his cheeks. “I want you inside me.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Just enter me,” you almost begged, feeling your core throb with desire.

So he did as you asked.

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed into you. He rested forehead against yours, overwhelmed, reveling in the warmth and wetness you greeted him with.

A feeling of bliss attacked all of his senses at once. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so good, like he was right where he was supposed to be, like he was home.

Your moans mingled as his cock sank fully inside you. He shuddered as you began to clench around him, wanting more.

“It feels so good,” he whispered, and with a groan, he began to gently move his hips. He didn’t want to leave your core for even a second, so he simply ground his hips against yours, constantly filling you all.

You shivered, digging your fingers into his shoulders at the constant feeling of stimulation. Your cunt throbbed around him like she never wanted to let him go.

“Yes, so good,” you moaned, overcome with pleasure that was building inside you. You hugged his arms tightly, surrendering yourself completely to his care.

The gentle movements he fed you with were more than perfect for you to feel what kind of man he really was. He needed someone to show him how to take care of each other and that’s what you wanted to give him today. His heavy breath was lost in your mouth which constantly showed him how good he made you feel; your kisses were everywhere.

He finally forced himself to watch the blissful expression on your face. You looked beautiful, overcome with pleasure, your eyes closed and your lips parted; but what fascinated him more, was the way your hair turned redder with each thrust of his hips. He focused on that and entered you harder noticing the color suddenly darken.

So he thrust again-harder.

You howled as you felt the traces of your orgasm begin to show in your core.

Din began to experiment, he entered you slowly and gently, and after a moment he plunged his cock into you with animal strength. Your hair gave him a show of different shades of red and he quickly understood how that magic had worked.

So he began to do everything to make your hair the reddest it could be, such as a color of blood.

He found the perfect pace and intensity with which he caressed your pussy until you cried out of pleasure under him. He felt as if he had unlocked a forbidden ability that allowed him to know what you felt.

Suddenly everything made sense; black when you were afraid, red when you felt pleasure.

And he had to admit that red suited you the best.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he gasped, clenching his jaw as the pleasure began to build in his core too.

Your hair began to flash like a transmitter that led him to you, letting him know that you were fighting against the last barriers that separated you from fulfillment.

“Come for me. I know you want to,” he whispered against your ear, sending the missing stimulus through your body. The orgasm overshadowed your senses and gave him a unique spectacle as your hair ignited like living fire. Your pussy began to throb on him and he couldn’t fight the pleasure you were pulling him into.

He growled, cumming inside you in several bursts until his balls were empty. The orgasm momentarily blurred his vision and left his body trembling. The experience of such an aegis after so many years was overwhelming for him.

He wasn’t experiencing his peak, almost panicking from the intensity of it but then your fingers had a grounding effect on him. The gentle touch of your hands brought him the desired feeling of stability.

He looked at you with a drunken gaze and the first thing he noticed was your warm smile, only later the delicate pink color of your hair.

Tenderness.

He found himself wanting to learn what each remaining color meant. He wanted to be present for everything so he could learn to read you like an open book.

His breathing slowly calmed down under your touch. You stroked his cheek, watching a million emotions that flew through his eyes. You were silent, allowing him to experience, understand, and accept his own emotions, something he didn’t experience often.

“What are you?” he finally asked the most important question. You smiled tenderly and pulled him into a gentle kiss.

This gesture ignited something inside him, making him realize that he would like to feel this every day when he woke up and fell asleep.

“I am everything.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin smut #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal smut #sanarsi fic

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wreckingtickles · 6 months ago

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Say the line, Bakugo!

The League of Villains wants Bakugo to renege heroism on video, but the stubborn trainee might need a little bit of persuasion... a whole lot of it, in fact.

Words: 2,924

This picture made me do it:

Tickle torture under the cut!

“FUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHCK!!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAPPPP!!!”

Four hours. That’s how long he had been at it. Four goddamn hours that felt like forty.

The Energizer had two massagers pressed deep into Bakugo’s underarms, the furious vibrations rippling out to affect the entirety of the hairless, slick hollows. Some ten minutes prior, he’d said that he’d figured out a method that would drive Bakugo absolutely ballistic, and that promise had been kept, much to the captive’s chagrin. Somehow, that was indeed even worse than the claws, whose gentle skating had in turn been more agonizing than the Energizer’s own wiggling fingers. He claimed he’d realize the massagers would work wonders when he saw how sensitive the blond’s ribcage and armpits were to raspberries.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EHEHEHNOOOOOOUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Enough? We’ve got two more hours to go!” trilled the Energizer, who’d taken his sweet time testing Bakugo’s body head to toe. He increased the speed of the massagers, relishing in the rise in the pitch of the captive’s laughter he knew would come.

Unfortunately, Bakugo wasn’t able to hear him, and not due to the defeated sounds he was forced to produce or the toll the tickling was taking on his senses: three hours in, the Energizer had opted for sensory deprivation. The headphones secured to Bakugo’s ears played an edited recording of their first three hours together, forcing the trainee to listen to the embarrassing sound of his own increasing laughter interspersed with the Energizer’s merciless teasing. He wished he could see the moment the fight would leave Bakugo’s eyes, but it was even more satisfying to see ticklish tears stain the black blindfold and pool at both sides of the blond’s head. He had gotten to see his anger turn to suspicion and then horror when he realized what was going to happen to him, and again later when his body – but seemingly not its owner – realized he wouldn’t be able to outlast this.

The Energizer had debated gagging him as well, but hearing his threats and insults turn into obstinate grunting, then resentful cackling, and finally howling laughter was too delightful to pass up. Besides, letting Bakugo try to speak, threaten, bargain might be more effective at breaking his ego than depriving him of that outlet.

“How come you keep getting more and more ticklish? Mh, your skin is so smooth, which makes tickling you so easy, and your Quirk… oh, is it because of your sweat? If I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with the oil. You should have told me, silly! Someone really needs punishment tickles.”

He turned the two massagers to the max, ripping another screech from the spent prisoner. The only reason Bakugo was still able to thrash and laugh his explosive head off was the Energizer’s Quirk, an incense-like smell he could secrete to replenish the inhaler’s stamina – which had the apparent side effect of keeping him at peak sensitivity as well.

How had Bakugo found himself sweating bullets on that low, Y-shaped contraption, his hands still encased in those Quirk-suppressing manacles and secured to the top portion of the horizontal surface so his upperbody would be completely vulnerable, his black tee having been pulled up to his elbows, his legs spread and his toes pried back and individually tied to the ankle restraints, his bare feet currently wrapped in two plastic bags to keep them warm and ever more sensitive?

The League of Villains had planned to release a new video, one in which Bakugo himself would mouth Shigaraki’s talking points about the unfairness of the hero system and how violence was turned into a spectacle dressed up in morality - the prisoner hadn’t really paid much attention, preferring to thrash in place even though he was going nowhere.

His stubbornness was sure to prove a tremendous obstacle, but the League had already accounted for it by hiring the Energizer, an infamous torturer who couldn’t have been much older than Bakugo himself going by his voice, though his high-collared lab coat and round shades obscured most of his face. The League had been ready to offer him hundreds of thousands of yen; when he was told who he’d be working over, the Energizer agreed to do it for free. Pro bono. He kept tabs on the heroes in training that could one day be his targets, and there was something he’d wanted to try on this specific trainee since the Sports Festival. He wouldn’t leave a single mark and he’d be done before the six hours were up. He only had two conditions, the first of which was that he wanted to be alone with the captive.

He’d started at Bakugo’s stomach, claiming that it was a favorite spot of his. His gentle scribbling had caused Bakugo to freak out, out of rage rather than ticklishness, and to his credit, not even the combination of oil, claws, and an electric toothbrush in his bellybutton had fully succeeded in breaking him, though the addition of the occasional raspberry had pushed him to the brink.

His sides had been acquainted with the Energizer’s fingers as well as the dreadful massagers, both the scalp and the electric sort. Those same tools had been used on Bakugo’s waist and hips, but thankfully his pants prevented easy access to his thighs, and his knees didn’t happen to be very sensitive. However, the torturer had no compunction about removing the trainee’s shoes and socks, and he’d made a point of telling Bakugo that he’d been curious about that area’s sensitivity ever since his rude refusal to accommodate his classmates during the cavalry battle by removing his footwear.

Bakugo hated himself for how hard he’d laughed then, with toothbrushes – sonic and electric – flossers, paintbrushes, pieces of string, and the massagers were used on his toes, while combs, claws, forks, hairbrushes and, worst of all, grooming gloves had ravaged his oiled soles.

The moment he’d felt the Energizer leave his feet alone for a moment and take a stab at his ribs, he’d begged, not even for the torment to stop, just for a break. A reasonable request, the Energizer had agreed, before digging into his ribcage full-force. Fingers, soft scrub brushes, backscratchers, claws, raspberries, all used to superb effect on the trainee’s most ticklish spot – at least at that time, because at that moment, his pits were proving about as rewarding, for the Energizer, and excruciating, for Bakugo.

The torturer had teased him and remarked on his ticklishness throughout, no matter what he was doing, both for his own entertainment and so that Bakugo would be forced to listen to him again once the headphones came on. The fact that the broken hero couldn’t hear him didn’t deter him.

“Hey, if you don’t want me to use these two massagers of mine on your ribs, you can just say so. Tell me now.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAGHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHASSOHOOOOOHOHOLE-- HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

“I’m not hearing a no. Does that mean I can? Are you sure? Because you reeeeeeally look like you’re at your limit. Well, two hours ago you did. For real, it’s your last chance!”

“GHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!! YOU FUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!! PLEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“Please? Alright, if you insist!”

Before Bakugo could even realize the massagers – still on their highest setting – had left his thoroughly exploited pits, he felt them press into the very top of his ribcage.

He screeched and his body spasmed as if the Energizer had electrocuted him. Maybe he would have preferred it.

“…………………………EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! GGGHAHAHAHAHAH HAAHHAHAHAA GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Bakugo needed to say something. He couldn’t remember what, if his would even allow him to string two coherent sounds together. He was scrambling for a magic word that would make it all end.

“Tsk tsk, I told you you couldn’t take it! Why didn’t you stop me? And it’s so much worse when you can’t see or hear! That stubbornness of yours will land you in trouble one of these days, I tell you.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHA!!!!! …………………..GGGGGHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! NEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAAAAA!!”

“Oh, is it too much right here at the top? Maybe it tickles less at the bottom, let’s see.”

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! SSSSSOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

“Nope, I don’t think it does. Tell you what, I’ll just do both.”

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHA!!!!! HAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAHA!!! IIII CAAAAAAAAAANNN’T!!! IHIH CAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

“I can though, so you will.”

He kept Bakugo in that hysterical limbo for a few more minutes, until he noticed that one of the massagers was losing power. Some part of Bakugo must have noticed too, because his lungs were pumping out mirth only at 100% capacity.

“Oh, you think the worst is over? Not when I can do this!” said the Energizer as he drilled his knuckles into either side of the trainee’s ribcage.

Bakugo all but wailed, having believed for just the slightest second that his torment would get ever so slightly more bearable, before being plunged back into the deepest depths of despair.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAA!!”

“If you want me to stop, you only have to tell me.”

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAPPPP!!!”

“Oh wow, you’re a lucky one, aren’t you? Well, you would be if I was actually going to stop, which I’m not. How about my knuckles and a massager?”

So he buried his knuckles into the right side of Bakugo’s ribcage while pressing the vibrating head into his lowest set of ribs.

Bakugo coughed, wheezed, let out a choked cry, his whole body shook, and he screeched again at the top of his lungs.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!! EEHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! NONONOPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!”

“Oh, I think we have a winner!” trilled the Energizer, repeating the deadly combo, and again, and again, switching sides, making sure not a single spot of Bakugo’s extremely sensitive ribcage went unmolested, his Quirk – Caffeine – preventing the blond’s senses from failing even for a moment.

Bakugo coughed, wheezed, and his laughter went silent. The Energizer didn’t stop. He fell perfectly still, his blindfolded face frozen in the most perfect expression of ticklish agony, but the Energizer didn’t stop. And his howling laughter exploded out of his chest once more as the Energizer pressed the massager into his top ribs.

He only relented when that massager’s battery began to flash red as well. “Oh snap. Well, that’s what powerbanks are for,” he mused out loud as he recharged both massagers. That was probably for the best, Bakugo’s voice had become unpleasantly hoarse by the end of it, so he left him to recuperate a bit. He checked the timer. About an hour and a half left. So he had thirty minutes before the grand finale.

He removed the headphones from Bakugo’s head. The blond reflexively jerked to the side to avoid his touch, and the Energizer smiled. He had him. He also took off the blindfold, watching Bakugo’s eyes flutter uncertainly under the harsh spotlight that kept the rest of the warehouse shrouded in darkness.

“F- umph, fuhuck…”

“Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?” teased the Energizer.

Bakugo thought better.

“Hey, you’ve made it!” exclaimed the Energizer, clapping a hand on Bakugo’s knee. “That was six hours. I assume you’ll say what the League wants you to say?”

Bakugo gave him the best glare he could muster. “Fuck… you.”

The Energizer smiled. “Shucks. I shot my best shot, I guess there’s nothing to be done…” he proclaimed theatrically as he turned his back on Bakugo.

He could almost feel the surge of relief and pride that filled Bakugo’s chest, pride that would eventually sour once he remembered that he’d nearly given in to a villain’s demands due to being tickled, but at that moment he could picture the exact smirk, the gloating curses forming at the back of his throat…

“Just one more thing,” he said as he pivoted and showed Bakugo his timer. - 01:32:02.

“NO!” shouted Bakugo, the exact grin that the Energizer had imagined dying on his lips. “No—Fuck! You can’t…! Fuck, fuck!”

“Look where that loud mouth of yours landed you, again.”

“FUCK YOU! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!!”

“You look so stupid now. And ticklish.”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!”

“That I cannot do, but I can promise to leave your pits and oh-so-sensitive ribs alone,” cooed the Energizer, making his way toward the bottom of the contraption.

Bakugo immediately realized what was about to happen and tried to kick, thrash, twist, do anything to get away from the Energizer’s torturous touches. Oh, taking off the blindfold and headphones was so worth it.

He slowly tore off the plastic bag around Bakugo’s left foot, and watched as the blond jerked his leg as if he’d been scorched. Then, he did the same to the second bag, this time even slower.

“Mmh, I wonder what I should do next…” he teased, his fingers reaching for the bare sole.

“Fuck you, I’ll never say it, you guys can choOOOOOHOHOHOOHHOHHOOO!!! NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!” guffawed Bakugo as his tormentor slipped a finger between each of the toes of the blond’s left foot, the digits effortlessly sliding into place thanks to Bakugo’s Quirk.

“Listen to the little hardass,” taunted the Energizer without even moving his fingers, letting the micro-twitches of Bakugo’s toes do all the work for him.

“STOOOOOHOHP, FUHUHUHUCKIHING STOOOOOHOHHOHP!!!” pleaded Bakugo.

“I’m not even doing anything, look,” observed the Energizer as the fingers of his left hand subjected Bakugo’s remaining toes to the same treatment.

“HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA!!! SHITSHITSHIHIHIHIITT!!!! QUHUHUHUIT IHIHIT PLEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAAAHAHAHAHSEE!!”

“I’m literally not doing anything, just resting my fingers! Damn, and I thought your feet were ticklish before. Your toes aren’t even the most sensitive part, I hope you remember that.”

“LEHEHAVE MY FEEHHET AAAHALONE YOOU FREHEHAK!!!”

“What’s the magic word?” asked the Energizer, moving his fingers almost imperceptibly…. unless you’re Bakugo of course.

“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHSEEEE!!! STAHAHAHAHAHHAPPP!!! I CAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHN’T!”

Entertaining though the spectacle was, the Energizer withdrew his hands… and reached for an object Bakugo couldn’t see.

“Wrong. The magic word is ‘abracadabra,’” he said before vigorously scrubbing the detailing brush on the bare sole.

Bakugo arched his back and screamed. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“There it is!” chuckled the Energizer. “The ball is the most ticklish part, right? Right around here,” he narrated as the brushed honed in on that spot, inching agonizingly closer with each pass, until it hit it, and Bakugo screeched again.

“Am I good at my job or what?” gloated the Energizer, though Bakugo was obviously in no condition to answer.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO MOOOOOOOHOHOHOOOOOO!!!”

“Wouldn’t it be awful if I also had a comb to use on the base of your toes?”

“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAPPPP FAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! PLEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Oh, wouldn’t you know!”

“GGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!”

“This is some real anime shit,” commented the Energizer as the brush devastated most of Bakugo’s sole while the comb in his other hand did all the precision work.

The closest thing Bakugo got to a reprieve in the following 30 minutes were the momentary switches between one foot and the other.

“OOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH!!! OHOHOK!!! OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOOKAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The Executioner checked the timer. Minus one hour, give or take. Just in time.

For the first time that night, he actually stopped in tandem with (though not as a consequence of) his target’s plea. He moved the comb and brush less than an inch away from Bakugo’s foot, just as a reminder.

“So?” he asked, impatiently waiting for Bakugo to speak between heaving breaths.

“I… I will… say… it…”

“Will you really? How do I know you’re not saying it just to make me stop?”

“N-! No I’ll, I’ll sahay the thing…”

“And what will you say after you’re released? That the mean villains tick-tick-tickled you so so hard that you just had to say those awful things? Is the big stwong hewo so weak that a widdle bit of tickwing will take him down?”

It was a testament to his skill that Bakugo was too thoroughly broken to take umbrage at the baby talk. Even his voice had embraced defeat. “I’ll say… I’ll do anything, just… stop.”

From the crinkles at the corner of his eyes, Bakugo could tell even through the mist of ticklish tears that the Energizer was smiling.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” he murmured. “I know you will. But I have… a little over an hour with you still, and we don’t want that ugly temper of yours to flare again, do we? So I’ll use every single second of our remaining time together to make sure that stubborn little brain remembers exactly how bad things will get if you don’t give the performance of a lifetime.”

Oh, the abject terror in Bakugo’s eyes. “NO!!! YOU-- YOU CAN’T!!!”

“Watch me. Oh, Oooooohmuuuuuu!” he called, and the trainee when from confusion to dismay when he saw the monstrous figures shamble out of the dark. Was he going to be torn limb from limb?

“Don’t worry, they aren’t going to hurt you. See, Ohmus are rally dumb, they only understand simple commands,” explained the Energizer as he removed the two massagers from their chargers and turned them on. “Like… stick these things into his pits and don’t move, like I did before.”

He handed the two vibrating menaces to the massive horror near Bakugo’s arms.

“Wait no no more please I’ll do anything pleeHEHEHEHEHHEHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!”

“You, remember the thing I did with the knuckles? This right here? Yeah, do that. You, with the many hands? Ok, curl and uncurl your fingers like this. Do that on his belly, his sides, and the bottom of his ribs – here. That’s exactly it! You, take that hairbrush, you wanna scrub that right here, see how red it is already? There you go. Can I get someone to floss his toes-- great. And, well, I’m already holding this brush and this comb, so…”

#mha tickle #tickle content #bnha tickle #tickletorture #tickle fic #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugo #lee!bakugou

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izzabela · 4 months ago

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Omg I just got a wholesome idea! Reader is from another timeline, and in her timeline, she's lui Kang's daughter. She somehow finds herself in the timeline where lui kang is a god and the keeper of time. Some time passed, and while reader and lui kang were talking about how to return her to her own timeline, she accidentally called him 'dad' in front of the others. Can you write this as a scenario or a one-shot?

Feel free to ignore if it sounds lame to you 😅

Pops - Liu Kang & fem!reader

in which you call Liu Kang "dad" in front of his allies and friends

a/n: liu kang would absolutely be a girl dad, a bit of an airhead too

ship[s]: NONE, reader is probably around 16

warning(s): post-kanon, except the Lin Kuei are still together, mk9-10-11 references (i'm cherry picking)

[i can take all three of them, and not in a fight either]

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You're cornered against the stone wall as you hold your hands up in surrender. You're disheveled, scared, and a little bit pissed at the fact you had a multitude of weapons pointed at you.

"Take her arms!" Bi Han yells for his brothers to apprehend you. They take your wrists roughly, bending them behind your back as you're kicked to your knees.

"Lord Liu Kang will know what to do with you, woman," he spits out.

"Oh no, put me out of my misery~~" you reply sassily. Bi Han presses the flat edge on your neck, but not without the high-pitched noise of a war cry and fire.

Fire dragons in red and blue appear from above, and they crash into the ground, not burning anything surprisingly. While the others are shocked, you smile happily.

"Enough! What is the meaning of this?!" Liu Kang cries out.

You get up, but the weapons still remain pointed at you as you try to close in on Liu Kang. He notices you, waving his champions to put their weapons down. You press your clothes down and introduce yourself.

You also explain that you're here from another timeline, and that you were just plucked out from your day.

"Another timeline incident..." Liu Kang mutters to himself. You nod, but you put your hand over your heart.

"I'm not a threat though, I promise! I barely got a hold of my fire powers..." you say sadly, forming a pitiful fire orb in your hands before it sputters and dissipates.

Johnny nudges Kenshi's shoulder, "Don'tcha think she looks a lot like..." Kenhsi looks at him with an incredulous look. Even with his eyes gouged out, he still remains as expressive as a man could be.

Liu Kang contemplates for a split second, before his signature smile is back on as he moves to the side to show you around.

"I will evaluate your claims later, but I sense no ill intent as of now. I will have my champions escort you around as I see your origins," Liu Kang smiles.

You nod, bowing before being led out by Johnny and Kenshi in the front, and Kung Lao and Raiden in the back. You skip happily, head on a swivel as you take in your surroundings.

Everything is similar for the most part, except the wood is reinforced and constantly renovated. The stone paths were more lined up, and there were definitely more trees too. Maple trees were a staple around the temple, but he planted cherry blossoms for you and your mother.

"Do you still act, Mr. Johnny?" you ask him, and Johnny turns around with an offended look. Kung Lao and Raiden are laughing like hyenas in the back as you try to understand why.

"I am not that old!" he cries. "But I do act still. I direct too! What do I do in your world?" he asks. "I bet I'm still just as awesome there as I am here~"

You inform them of their alternates in your timeline. How Johnny works for the government, how Kenshi is a deadbeat dad to Takeda (he was skeeved out knowing his cousin was his son), and how Raiden used to be god.

"What about me? Am I still awesome?" You giggle at Kung Lao.

"Yes you are, Lao. Though, you remain a bachelor compared to the rest of dad's friends..." you mutter the last couple of sentences.

"What did you say?" Raiden asks.

You arrive to your dorm room and turn around to give them a bright smile before retiring for the day.

"Thank you guys so much! You misters are so funny," you smile softly as you twiddle your fingers.

"Sometimes dad talks about the good ol' days, and I'd like to think you guys were what dad had..." You shrug and enter your room, closing the door before anyone else could say something.

"Is she one of... our kids?" Kung Lao asks before Raiden sigh.

"She kind of looks like Kuai Liang, or Bi Han..." his fingers tap his chin. "She has the nose and brows..."

Kenshi pinches his nose-bridge, "Did she not insinuate that Lord Liu Kang is her father?"

As the three men bicker, Johnny shakes his head in disappointment.

"You guys have not seen enough BBC documentaries and reality t.v. about deadbeat dads."

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It's been a couple of weeks since you became stranded in this timeline, but you were enjoying it.

You've been getting spoiled by all of your dad's(?) champions: Kung Lao taking you to eat at Madam Bo's, Raiden letting you meet and train with his sister (so you had a friend), Johnny gifting you expensive movie memorabilia, and Kenshi always accompanying you (he became an uncle-figure).

However, your joyful days with them came to an end when they were sent on missions across and around the realms. You couldn't spend a minute with them due to the lengths of their missions, and when they came back, they were exhausted (reasonably so).

Who you ran into next was Geras, surprisingly. He never comes out from the hourglass, but the fact he was here meant a new friend to talk to.

In all honesty, Geras was here to meet with Liu Kang, but a monk had told him he was gone for some extracurricular purposes. So, he wanders aimlessly around the academy.

"Hi Mr. Geras!" you greet cheerily, accompanied with a wave. Geras nods, a small smile on his face as his glowing eyes crease slightly.

"Good morning to you, young lady," he greets kindly. "Do you have an agenda today?" You shake your head.

"No. All the uncles are out, and I have not yet seen dad since my arrival," you hang your head a little low in disappointment.

Geras's brow quirks in a bit of shock, but it's not surprising. He could see the resemblance from the moment you manifested in the temple. You had his strong brows, nose, and his fire powers.

It also didn't surprise him that the champions were trying to figure out if you were his creator's daughter or not.

"Do you wish to call him 'father'?" Geras asks as you both walk. The breeze was light, and the temperature was perfect.

You tilt your head, thinking a bit, "I mean... I'm not sure? I'm afraid that something will happen in this timeline if I say something..."

Geras chuckles, "You had spoken to the champions already, but I sense no apparent changes."

Your eyes light up, and you jump a bit in joy as you begin to talk your ear off to Geras about life in your timeline. Normally, he'd do his best to leave the conversation, but this was a different circumstance.

Geras enjoys hearing your casual adventures with Cassie, Jacqui, and Kung Jin when you guys hang out. He enjoys your little rants about your training, and how hard your father pushes you to master his pyromancy.

And he especially enjoys hearing that, in another world, Liu Kang has the happiness he yearned for.

"Although, you're not around much back at home..." you say. "You're... not as good as you are here..."

Geras has seen multiple timelines, but never has he ever thought of one where his life turned out like that.

"It's nice though! Maybe one day, I'll meet you," you reply optimistically.

Geras nods, not replying at the thought that he doesn't serve Liu Kang.

You continue talking to Geras until he goes back to the temple to meet with Liu Kang.

"Would you like to meet him now?" he offers, but you decline.

"Maybe another time, he seems busy in this world," you reply, and Geras bows before walking away an into the room where Liu Kang awaits him.

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It's officially been two months since your unprecedented stop in this timeline where Liu Kang isn't your father.

You spend equal time with both Geras and the champions, but even they get busy.

Your champion uncles spoil you with gifts still, but it's a bit harder to see them due to the sheer amount of missions they were sent on.

Geras, too, became busier. The last visit he had in Earthrealm, he had said he and Liu Kang found a way to send you home, but they needed to be sure.

In response, you had been trying to spend more time with your newfound family here.

But who said family's can't expand? Expand and include the grandmaster and second-in-command's of the Lin Kuei.

Bi Han, Tomas, and Kuai Liang sat outside the planning room, similar to way back when during the timeline convergence. However, Liu Kang was taking a little longer than usual.

You didn't mean to be in the waiting room, but you had mindlessly wandered in there after training. Maybe it was out of habit to see Geras or your uncles.

Maybe it was in the hope you'd see your dad.

Instead, you're greeted with the men that cornered you that day. Though, with all due respect, it was in fairness of fear for another timeline insurgence.

Bi Han leans on the pillar that stands behind the chair. Kuai Liang and Tomas are seated on the seat itself, though Kuai Liang sits abnormally and on the arm rest.

You try to step away, but the creaky old wood alerted them of your presence. It was inevitable they'd see you now.

"Reveal yourself to us," Bi Han commands, his voice rough as he and his brothers are in ready form.

You carefully make yourself visible, chuckling nervously as you wave rather shakily.

"Remember me?" you ask, and the three of them soften and relax.

"It is just you," Tomas breathes in relief. "And of course, who could forget the girl we so harshly treated?"

The three men get up to bow, deep ninety degree angles as you frantically force them to stand upright again.

"P-please! Please get up, all is well! You're just doing your job..." you try and convince them.

Finally, they get up and go back to their comfortable positions. It's definitely... awkward. After all, they were the ones to hold you down like that.

But, compared to your world, it was nice seeing them all together again. You smile to yourself as you watch Tomas and Kuai Liang talk about trivial clan matters, and Bi Han just hums quietly agrees.

Kuai Liang notices your smile first," Why do you smile, young one?"

You catch yourself and put on a neutral face, but Kuai Liang's little frown breaks you, and you concede to tell him.

"It's just nice to see you three together again," you admit. "Back at home, the clans are all messed up..."

"How do you mean?" Bi Han eggs you on.

You begin to explain how Bi Han and Tomas became hideous creatures of dark sorcery. How Tomas became a horrid demon who plagues on the dreams of others.

You tell them about how Bi Han becomes a corpse-slave for evil as a reaper of sorts- killing anyone his master desired.

And you tell Kuai Liang about how he misses his brothers every day. How your version of him often visited your home to just talk. And how your version of him dealt with death.

"I don't remember when I saw you all happy, but I know back in the day you three were on top of the world!" you say excitedly as you recall all the stories and marvels the Lin Kuei of your timeline.

Somehow, time had passed to the point you had grown tired. You sat in between Tomas and Kuai Liang, but Bi Han had moved closer and sat on the edge of the back rest.

Your eyes grew weary, and you blink the little tired tears away as you stretch.

"The little bird needs her nest," Bi Han says softly, patting your head as you lean into Tomas's shoulder.

"I only have pictures of you three as a baby," you shared as you began to rest on Tomas's shoulder. "Dad says that was the last time you guys were nice to each other..."

Tomas raises a brow, "Dad? You don't mean-"

You yawn one final time, before adding on.

"Please be nice to each other... if I cannot have my uncles there, at least another version of me can..."

You fall right asleep, softly breathing as Tomas holds your head and Kuai Liang adjusts your legs to go over his lap. Bi Han takes his outermost layer and uses it as a blanket.

"She does look similar to Lord Liu Kang," Kuai Liang agrees quietly. "It is her nose."

You nuzzle deeper into Tomas's neck, feeling the light rhythm of his heart beat and using it to sleep.

The men continue talking about you, but it falls on deaf ears as you dream of your home again.

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"I have found a way to return you home," Liu Kang announces unceremoniously.

You ate breakfast with Tomas and Bi Han on your left and right sides, while Kuai Liang sat across from you. However, the warm food felt cold and damp in your throat at the news.

You still had not told him who you were, and now you were going to leave after three months. As much as you were ready for this moment, the fact it's now hurts.

"When you finish your meal, please pack all of your things. I will meet you at the portal entrance," Liu Kang bows, then takes his swift leave.

Tomas looks to you, pouting, "Must you leave so soon?" You can't help but hug him.

"It's okay uncle, I have the gifts you gave me!" you reassure him, and Kuai Liang pats your head.

Just as the champions have spoiled you, so have the leaders of the Lin Kuei. They gave you food, little toys they picked up from the village, and some clothes made from the most expensive fabrics. It's been hard to try and fitting everything in your bag, but you didn't want to go home leaving your stuff.

"Do you wish us to accompany you?" Bi Han asks softly, and you nod happily as you stuff some food in your mouth.

Finishing up, you pile your plates up and head to your room. On your way, you run into the champions.

"Hey hey, youngin'!" Johnny greets you. "Why the entourage?"

You wave, "Liu Kang found a way home for me! The uncles will help me get my things."

Kung Lao crosses his arms, "And they are also... uncles?" Kenshi stares at them hard (well, "stare" is being used loosely).

You smile and pat Kung Lao's arm, "It's okay guys. I forgave them!"

Raiden shakes his head, "We must be timely everyone, she's heading home today."

You smile, but this time it doesn't really reach your eyes this time. Still, you make the most of it by indulging in Kung Lao and Johnny's antics, Bi Han and Kenshi's bickering, and every interaction between your little timeline family.

"Do you have everything?" Kuai Liang checks up on you, patting your little bag on the sides to fit everything. You nod, and he ruffles your head again.

"Make sure to take care of those figures," Johnny shimmies through the crowd. "That's one of one- only available through Cage-Con."

You shake your head, rolling your eyes playfully. Still, they help you out with any lingering bags as they escort you to the portal area. As you walk, though, the high energy levels you were bringing began to droop low.

Stepping foot on the wood, your sadness is evident as Liu Kang stands in front of you.

"Why so sad, little one?" he asks, and you wipe your eyes messily.

"I'm gonna miss everyone... It was so fun here..." you sigh, and Liu Kang's hand rests on your shoulder.

"Memories come in many forms," he gestures to your full bag of gifts and memorabilia. "And I do not doubt that you will have any things to look back upon."

You nod, "Still, I am ready to go home." Liu Kang begins to open the portal, and he can sense your nervousness.

"It's going to be so weird coming home, knowing there's a world where everyone is happy..." You look at Liu Kang one final time, before dropping all of your things and giving him a hug.

"Promise me you'll be happy dad, please promise me you'll be happy," you plea with him, tears falling on his linen shirt.

As your uncles are at a still with your revelation, Liu Kang just holds you, rubbing your back up and down as he tries to soothe your cries. You hold onto his shoulders, and Liu Kang sinks to his knees with you as you cry.

"As long as you can be happy in your world, I will be just fine," Liu Kang whispers softly.

Liu Kang gently brings you back to your feet, adjusting the bags you'll be carrying home with you. You stop in front of each of your uncles, hugging them and giving them the last of your affections before walking through the portal.

"I love you all very much!" and once you're in, the portal closes.

While Liu Kang lets the clamor of his close friends and allies fall in the background, something about how they didn't realize you were his kid at all, Liu Kang smiles as the sun sets, the though that his simple moments with the woman he loves is indeed possible

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visionofhope04 · 1 year ago

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Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?

How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.

Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.

It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.

You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.

"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.

Then everything faded to black.

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"Hello?!"

A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.

"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.

"Ah!"

"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.

"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.

“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"

"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.

"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."

"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"

"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."

He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.

"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.

"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.

"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"

"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"

"Good question. What's your name?"

"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."

"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"

"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.

"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."

---

They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.

Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."

"You can remember that but not your name?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."

"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."

"Thank you."

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They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.

Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.

"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.

"Yes darling, when is it not?"

"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."

He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.

"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.

He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.

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8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.

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Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.

Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?

As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.

Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you

"How do you know my wife?"

"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.

"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.

All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.

"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.

"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.

The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?

"We're your family."

The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."

This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.

"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"

"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"

"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?

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#batfamily #batfam #batfam x reader #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #avengers x platonic reader #colossus #colossus x reader #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam x neglected!batsis!reader

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lilac-5ky · 1 year ago

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get him back! (ex-boyfriend!Toji x Fem!Reader)

mini kinktober tribute: hate sex

plot: you broke up with toji and he decided to break your friends, until you decide you've had enough.

tags: hate sex, toxic relationship, exes to ???, reader tried to be a good friend, toji is a manipulative asshole, against a door, unprotected sex, spanking, recording, derogatory petnames, slight angst and arguing.

wc: 2.2k

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist | AO3

“You fucking asshole! I know you’re holed in there like a damn rat; open up!”

Your fist bangs against his door with abandon. You don’t care that it’s 4 a.m. on a Thursday night or that the neighbors probably think of you as some crazy bitch, which maybe you are. You turned into one the moment your best friend was dumped through a three-word text.

“Saw your clunker out front; open up or the whole block will learn what a prick you are!”

Kimie was in love with him. She was in love with him when she collapsed on your doorstep an hour ago, and she was still in love with him when you left her sleeping soundly in your bed. So were Nanako, Azami, and Rio—the victims before her.

His modus operandi was the same with all four of your friends. He approached them one by one, casting the same spell that enchanted the panties off their thighs, dated them until he got bored, and then broke them into a state beyond repair, leaving you to pick up the pieces.

“I swear, if you don’t open the door right fucking now—” You’re suddenly dragged into his apartment, your wrist pulled against a firm wall of muscle as the door shuts behind you with a thud.

“And they say prayers don’t get answered.” His smile makes your guts churn, pearly white canines beaming below a taut, scarred lip. “Tad late though, aren’t ya? Been—what, two hours since I dumped that b—”

An attempted slap has your hand joining its twin in his grasp. “Call her a bitch again, and the next will be your balls!” You flail, trying to break free.

He doesn’t look disturbed in the slightest. His grin only turns wider at the sheer hatred with which you look at him.

You hate him. You hate Toji with every inch of your being. You hate how he ruined your friends’ lives on a whim; how he poisoned them against you, pointing you out as the reason for each of their breakups. You hate how there’s an ounce of truth in that accusation because, in his twisted brain, he’s doing all that for you. Because his ego can’t stand that you bailed on him first.

“Oh yeah?” He sneers, shoving your hands back against your chest. “Try me, girl. Show me what you got.”

His eyes provoke you, as smug as the rest of his face. You hate to think they were once the most wonderful thing in existence, and you treasured them like pure jade.

Your hands ball into fists, that remain glued to your sides. Your threats are empty, and he knows that. You aren’t there to fight. Just to give him a piece of your mind and hopefully, put an end to this insanity.

“Finally came around?” Toji asks at the lack of reaction.

You sigh. “How long will you keep this up?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Any more cute friends of yours left to fuck?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your voice climbs a whole octave above his.

“You are.”

“Really? You’re gonna pin all of that on me?” It takes every bit of self-restraint not to pluck the hair out of his stupid head. “Please, enlighten me!”

“I miss you.” He admits, and he sounds earnest, but you aren’t fazed. You’ve heard all of that before; read all about it in the countless texts he’s sent over the past five months. “I miss my pretty baby and all the fun we had together. Miss how we talk, how we laugh, how we fuck.��

You managed to disregard the sculpted muscles decorating his bare chest that had been in plain sight since before you entered his place, yet now you look at them with a stare that is almost nostalgic.

“We were so good together, princess. Why be apart now, mm?” He reaches out to you, his forefinger curling near your cheek. “Don’tcha think your tantrum lasted long enough?”

“My tantrum?” You smack his hand away. “You are the one who had it good, Toji. You are the one who had a maid, a girlfriend, and a wallet all in one. You did nothing, and I did everything! I cleaned for you, I cooked for you—I even tagged along to all your stupid races, and you did what exactly? Fucked all my friends to get back at me for calling things off? If you really think it’s my fault, then you’re sick in the head, though that’s nothing new. You killed us; not me.”

Toji scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. As expected, he has nothing to say in return. He doesn’t miss you; he misses the comfort of you, and you don’t miss him either. You simply miss the way he sometimes held you tight against his chest and whispered he loved you so many times that you were inclined to believe him. You miss the dreams you created—the entire life you’d planned together only for it to be viciously torn apart by his current self.

“Can’t you see it? There’s no ‘we’ anymore. There’s only ‘you’ and ‘I’, and the poison that’s left behind from what we once were. It’s over between us, but ” you take advantage of his silence, “Kimie did nothing wrong. She loves you, so better give her a call, say you got high on some shit—I don’t fucking know—and apologize. Beg if you have to, but get back with her.”

“And why would I do that?” His arms fold over his chest, a thin obsidian brow shaping an arch. “Boring bitch was only good at getting my dick wet. Nothing like you.”

His voice mellows down as he speaks your name, his eyes waning past his eyelids, both soft, unlike the calloused palm that traces the outline of your face. “I was serious about you. Still am. Why else you think I did all that? I love you. Love my baby and her little pussy so much.”

“S-stop that.” Your heart skips a beat as he corners you against the door, your hand searching for the handle behind your back.

“My pussy.” His lips ghost over your neck while his hips buck into you possessively. “C’mon, baby. Be honest with yourself. You don’t really give a shit ‘bout Kimie. You came to me cause ya knew I’d fuck you good. Haven’t let anyone in my pussy since last time, mm?”

“You are wrong.” You breathe out, nails digging sharply into your palm. You don’t want this. You don’t want him. You are here for your friend—the only friend you’ve got left after he turned everyone against you. “You ain’t shit, Toji.”

“Yeah? How many guys have made you scream like I have? How many of ‘em have fucked both your brain and thighs into mush? How many of ‘em you called daddy, hm?” He bites into your shoulder, and an immediate shudder circuits from the point of impact across your body. “Thought so. No one fucks you like I do. No one will ever love you the way I do.”

“Fuck you, Toji.” The way his knee presses between your thighs coaxes a sigh he doesn’t miss. He grinds harder, your heat pulsing below your soaked underwear.

“Yeah? Fuck me?” He’s gone back to facing you, his minty breath tickling your bottom lip right before it follows his tongue into your mouth. Your body doesn’t resist; worse, it reciprocates.

“Yes. F—fuck you,” you mumble, having found a new reason to hate him.

He is right. You never cared that much about Kimie, because if you did, you wouldn’t have sneaked out in the middle of the night in your skimpiest outfit. Avenging your friend was the last thing in your mind, an afterthought drowned by his lips and his hands crawling beneath your dress.

“Why not do it yourself, baby?” Toji nibbles at your lip in the exact way he knows that you like. “Fuck me. Fuck me, and I’ll take that bitch Kirie back ‘f that’s what ya still want after.” His finger curls around the elastic band of your panties, awaiting your answer.

“God, I hate you so fucking much.”

“Hm?”

“It’s Kimie, you asshole.”

In an instant, your arms loop around his neck and your legs around his torso as Toji lifts you up against the door. He grunts into the kiss, teeth and tongues clashing while each tries to gain access to the other’s body. He rips your underwear into a single shred he flings away, giving your ass a rough smack that makes you whine countless little I hate you’s into his mouth.

Fumbling with the laces of his sweatpants, you lower them enough for his cock to spring free, already rock hard even when you’ve done nothing besides arguing. You almost moan at the sight, thinking to yourself there might just be a part of him you actually missed.

“Shoulda wash that potty mouth for all the useless shit it spews,” he murmurs against your skin, sliding your dress’ straps below your breasts and rolling the hem over your stomach. “‘member how much ya loved to suck me off? Gagged on every inch and swallowed every drop like the fucking cockslut that y’are.” His teeth dig in your flesh, coloring a mark right above where his fingers close around your neck. “My cockdrunk whore.”

“Just fuck me and get this over with.”

Your breathing grows strained the more pressure he applies, your walls clenching around his cock as he finally sinks inside. You try not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, pursing your lips together while his thick girth stretches your cunt to its limits. You channel all the miserable memories he left you with, every tear you shed over him seemingly gathering as slick that squelches with each thrust your moans drown out. Oh no.

“Liar,” Toji smiles haughtily, a continuous drum from his hip ruthlessly slamming yours against the wooden door, your back rising higher each time. “Knew ya wanted this as much as I do.”

“N-no,” you pant out, stubbornly holding onto your last vestige of self-respect while the tip of his cock insists to kiss that one spot that has you seeing stars quicker than you can account for.

“Don’t tell me ya still lie to yourself ‘bout doing this to be a good friend.” And when you don’t answer, he reaches into his pocket to dig out his phone, first pointing the camera at your face and then at the point where his cock splits you open. “Wanna make a video and send it to her? See what she makes of you getting railed?”

“You fucking piece of shit!” You slap the phone from his grasp, the entire screen filling up with cracks before going dark.

“That was new.” His tongue clicks against his mouth’s roof. “Guess I’ll have to make you pay for this, hm?”

Both his palms drop to your ass, spanking both cheeks in tandem with his thrusts until tears thread your eyelashes, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure speeding up your orgasm.

“A bit louder, baby. Don’t think the neighbors heard ya.”

He bullies his cock faster into you, husky moans complimenting your high-pitched whimpers that fill the space and echo across the halls of his apartment building.

“T-Toji, I—” He finishes you off before you can finish your sentence, your eyes squeezing shut as fireworks blast behind your eyelids.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, laying soft kisses that you reject on your sweat-covered forehead. You don’t want to be fooled again. This is a one time thing.

“‘m not your—ugh, fucking girl.” You hiss, yanking at the frayed tufts of hair your fingers pick from his skull. “Never will be.”

“Sure about that?” A hand sneaks between your bodies and finds your clit. “Bet if I make ya cum ‘nough times, you’ll come crawling back to me.”

“N-not a chance,” quickly shifts into a loud, “Fuck!” when he starts rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub. You can’t seem to stop moaning for him, feeling your second climax creep up on you at the same time he spills his load, fucking every velvety rope of his cum deep inside your sopping pussy.

You stand on your feet for the first time in a while, your knees trembling as you struggle to keep straight without his aid. Toji looks so smug with his cock still throbbing in his hand, the swollen red tip mocking you and your efforts to resist it.

He pulls his sweats up, and without a warning, the door flies wide open. This is your chance to leave. It’s what he wants. For you to either bear the shame of stumbling back home with his cum staining your legs down to your ankles or stay the night and be tricked into getting back together; humiliation on both ends.

“What’s it gonna be, baby?”

And as the door falls shut behind you, you know you’re going to hate yourself even more after this night than you ever hated him.

a/n: so i planned this waaaay too late, but i still wanted to partake in the madness known as kinktober. i'll be doing some of the days at random, sometimes adding more than one kinks to one one-shot. most will be about toji, unless-

and yes, i'm obsessed with olivia's new album. sue me. masterlist tomorrow, it's 5 am ffs.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 15

Part 1 Part 14

“Demogorgon?” Eddie demands. “That thing does not look like a Demogorgon!”

He can feel himself unraveling. He and Steve are barely unraveling and now they’re supposed to keep this kid alive somehow? They’d planned to fuck off and die of starvation, but now there’s a fucking kid in the mix, they’re going to have to fight that thing again and figure out a way to get out of this mess alive.

“What’s a demo—”

“It’s a D&D monster, Steve.” He’s being too loud, and he realizes it even before Will shrinks back, looking between Eddie, and Steve, and the door, like he can’t figure out which one is more of a threat.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Steve says, like a jackass. Will smiles hesitantly over at him.

“It is not cool, Sir Steven,” he hisses, keeping his voice down this time. “That is not what a Demogorgon looks like, and in cause you’ve forgotten, it tried to eat you! What about that is cool?”

Steve holds his hands up, palms forward like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “Alright, man. Ease up,” he says. “Let’s just sit down and like, talk this out.”

As if to demonstrate the act of sitting, he folds himself gracefully to the ground, legs crossed in his usual sitting position. Eddie hates him just a little. But Will sits too, knees to his chest, arms locked around them, so Eddie slides off the couch and joins them.

“Why do you think it’s a Demo-whatever?” Steve asks, rolling his eyes as both Will and Eddie correct him in unison. “Yeah, Demogorgon, whatever.”

“I rolled a three,” Will says. “In the game. I rolled a three, and it got me. And then it got me in real life.”

Steve reaches out, patting the kid’s ankle. “Are you hurt?” Steve asks.

Will holds out his palms. They’re scrapped, a little bloody on the heels, but not too bad. Kid’s faired better than they have, that’s for sure.

“Just these,” Will says. “I fell off my bike.”

Without getting up, Steve stretches out to grasp the handle of his backpack, pulling it toward him. He pulls out their meager first aid supplies, even though the blood looks old and dried. He scoots forward on his butt until his knees knock into Will, and then he holds out his hand.

It takes a few loaded seconds, but Will puts one of his hands into Steve’s. Steve holds it up to his eyes, hemming and hawing over the minor cuts like they’re battle wounds.

Then the best thing happens – Will Byers laughs. Is Steve Harrington good with kids? Eddie is going to lose it.

“I think you’ll live,” Steve says, wiping the dried blood and dirt from his hands with one of the few remaining wet wipes, careful of the scabs. He pats them dry with the hem of his shirt before gently securing bandages across them. “There,” he says, with a private little smile. “Good as new.”

Will smiles up at him, cheeks pinkening in a way Eddie empathizes with. If Steve Harrington tenderly cared for his wounds, he’d disintegrate and blow away on the wind.

“Now what?” Will asks, looking around at his surroundings curiously, as if he only just realized he’d followed two strangers to an unknown location. “Where are we?"

Eddie jumps up, bowing theatrically. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

A small, competitive voice in the back of his head crowed in delight when he made Will laugh this time. Screw you, Steve Harrington. He was going to be this kid’s favorite.

“We should compare intel,” Steve says, like someone who’d watched too many James Bond movies before his brain was fully developed. But they do.

Steve and Eddie take turns describing a kid-friendly version of what they’d been through. The raging party turns into a small get-together, sans drugs and alcohol. The “Demogorgon” attack in the alleyway involves not injuries, and it never broke into Steve’s house at all.

They don’t mention the lack of food, but Eddie begins sifting the water when it becomes clear Will hasn’t had a drink in a while. He doesn’t let the kid see the residue left on the shirt that had once been in the water he’s now greedily gulping down.

Steve’s fidgeting, straightening, and recrossing is legs periodically as they wait for Will to finish drinking and catch his breath.

“And you?” Steve asks, when he finally lowers the bottle, wiping the water that’d dribbled down onto his chin with the sleeve of his flannel.

“I saw it in the woods,” he starts, handing the bottle back to Eddie and pulling his knees back up to his chest. “It made me crash my bike.”

“And it got you?” Steve asks, quiet and gentle.

Will shakes his head. “I made it home, but no one was there, and all the lights were flickering. So, I went to the shed, and I got Lonny’s gun. And—” he swallows, voice sounding thick. “I shot it, but it took me here anyway.”

“How long have you been here?” Eddie asks.

Will shrugs, less like he doesn’t want to say, and more like he doesn’t know. “My Mom’s looking for me though.”

Eddie’s jealous of that level of faith in a parent. He swallows it down, says, “of course she is.”

Will shakes his head, hair flying with the force of it. “No, you don’t get it,” he says, adamant. “I’m not just saying that. I talked to her.”

Eddie’s eyes shift to Steve’s face, sees the same skepticism he feels reflected back, hope it doesn’t show on his face quite as much. Okay,” he says, drawling the word out past its usual thresholds, “how?”

“With the phone in the kitchen. I called and she answered,” Will replies. There are tears running down his face now. “She sounded so worried.”

“…what did she say?” Steve asks. He’s picking at his cuticles again. Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand. He doesn’t.

“She said she’d find me,” Will says. “But then the Demogorgon came.”

There’s silence for a minute besides Will’s quiet crying. Steve scoots closer to him, nudging their knees together companionably.

He meets Eddie’s gaze, something that looks alarmingly like hope shining in his eyes. “You got a phone in here, Munson?”

Part 16

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic

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atlasthegreatest · 2 months ago

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A Hero's First Flight / BlackHill x Supergirl! Female Reader

During the Chitauri invasion, Y/n, a Kryptonian university student, reveals her powers to aid the Avengers but disappears before they can meet her. Years later, now known as Supergirl, she helps during the Winter Soldier crisis. After S.H.I.E.L.D.’s fall, Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff track her down, and the three grow closer as they fight crime together.

Word count: 4259

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The day started like any other. Y/n was just a college student—Kryptonian heritage or not—trying to survive finals season. But when the sky over New York split open, and the Chitauri poured through the portal, all thoughts of exams vanished. It was the kind of disaster that demanded action. And for the first time, she couldn’t keep her powers a secret.

The chaos of the invasion was overwhelming. Buildings crumbled, civilians screamed, and the Avengers fought with everything they had—but they were outnumbered. Y/n made a split-second decision, shedding her normal life like a second skin.

With the wind in her hair and her heart hammering in her chest, Y/n soared into the fray. The makeshift costume—just her college sweatshirt and jeans—wasn’t exactly heroic, but she didn’t have time to care. Y/n hit the Chitauri like a meteor, fists glowing with heat vision as she tore through their ranks. Thor shot her a surprised look; Iron Man barely dodged her in mid-flight.

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill saw her too—briefly. Y/n locked eyes with them during a lull in the chaos. Natasha’s brow arched in curiosity, and Maria’s calculating gaze pinned her like a hawk sighting prey. But there was no time to talk. As quickly as Y/n had come, she vanished into the smoke and the sky.

Two Years Later – Washington D.C.

The years since the invasion hadn’t been easy, but they had shaped Y/n into a hero. Now, with a proper suit—a vibrant blend of red, blue, and gold—she was known to the world as Supergirl. She’d fought rogue metas, intercepted disasters, and even helped the Avengers once or twice. But today was different. Today was Hydra.

The helicarriers loomed above Washington D.C., ready to rain destruction upon countless innocent lives. And Y/n wasn’t about to let that happen.

While Captain America and his team fought on the ground, Y/n focused on the sky. Grabbing the first helicarrier by the underbelly, she carefully directed it toward the river. It took every ounce of control she had—raw strength tempered with precision—to land it safely without damaging the city below.

Y/n was guiding the third helicarrier down when she spotted them—Maria and Natasha—on a rooftop, both watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Once again, their eyes met, and something flickered between them. Recognition. Curiosity. Maybe even relief. But just like before, there wasn’t time for words.

With the mission complete, and the helicarriers grounded without casualties, Y/n gave them a small nod before shooting into the sky, disappearing once more.

———————-

The fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. left a power vacuum in the world—and Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff at a crossroads. They could’ve gone underground and vanished into the shadows like so many other agents. But instead, they tracked Y/n down.

When they showed up in Y/n’s city, it wasn’t with orders or missions—it was with the quiet promise of partnership. “We figured if you’re staying, we might as well help,” Maria had said with that calm, unflappable tone Y/n was beginning to associate with her.

Y/n wasn’t used to having partners—not in the long term, at least. But Maria and Natasha were patient. They followed her lead, slipping seamlessly into her routines as they patrolled the streets and dealt with smaller threats—smugglers, burglars, and the occasional rogue metahuman.

And somewhere between the fights and quiet nights, the three of them started to fit in.

It happened gradually, almost imperceptibly at first. The three of them began to sync—their movements on patrol flowing as if they’d trained together for years. Natasha’s dry humor kept the night light, and Maria’s steady presence grounded Y/n in ways she hadn’t realized she needed.

It was the little things that stuck with Y/n. The way Natasha’s hand would brush hers as they walked down dark streets. The way Maria’s shoulder would linger against hers when they stood side by side on rooftops.

And then, one night, things shifted.

They’d just taken down a group of smugglers, the adrenaline still thrumming in Y/n’s veins as she sat on the edge of a rooftop. Natasha leaned casually against her side, the warmth of her body seeping into her. Maria sat on Y/n’s other side, her hand resting on her thigh in a way that felt more like reassurance than necessity.

“You know,” Natasha murmured, her voice soft but amused, “you’re not half bad at this hero thing.”

Y/n huffed out a laugh. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Maria’s hand gave a gentle squeeze, her dark eyes warm with something Y/n couldn’t quite name. “It’s good to have someone to rely on.”

The unspoken truth settled between the three of you—none of you had to do this alone anymore.

The moment Y/n realized she was in too deep came on an unassuming night. Y/n was curled up on the couch with Maria and Natasha—Natasha sprawled lazily across her lap, Maria’s hand entwined with hers. The movie on the TV was little more than background noise, but none of them seemed to care.

It was peaceful. Warm. And for the first time in years, they felt… safe.

“I was wondering,” Natasha said lazily, tilting her head to look up at Y/n, “are you going to disappear on us again?”

Y/n smiled, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “No. I think I’m done running.”

Maria’s thumb traced idle circles over Y/n’s knuckles, a rare smile playing at the edges of her lips. “Good.”

Natasha smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Guess you’re stuck with us now.”

And in that quiet, intimate moment, with Maria and Natasha pressed close, Y/n knew without a doubt that she wouldn’t have it any other way.

———————-

Life as a hero wasn’t easy, and neither was love. But with Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff by Y/n’s side, the impossible didn’t seem so daunting. Together, they fought crime, shared laughter, and found solace in each other’s arms.

And for the first time since the invasion of 2012, Y/n felt like she belonged.

She wasn’t just a hero. She wasn’t just Supergirl. She was theirs—and they were hers.

The adjustment to life with Maria and Natasha was seamless in some ways, and challenging in others. Y/n never had anyone to fall back on before, but now they were there—like a constant rhythm you could lean on. They fought crime together, shared meals, and unwound on late nights with lazy conversations and fleeting touches that lingered longer than necessary.

But letting people in was unfamiliar. Trusting them—trusting them—felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, hoping they’d catch her before she fell.

One evening after patrol, the three of them sat in Y/n’s tiny apartment, rain drumming against the windows. Natasha had commandeered the kitchen, assembling snacks with surprising skill, while Maria was at the table, cleaning her sidearm with meticulous precision.

Y/n hovered near the window, arms folded, eyes unfocused on the darkened street below. Something about the quiet felt heavier tonight—like the weight of the secrets she hadn’t yet shared.

Maria noticed first. She always did.

“You okay?” she asked softly, not looking up from her work.

Natasha glanced over her shoulder from the kitchen, her brow raising in subtle concern.

Y/n sighed, shifting her weight. “I’m just… not used to this.”

“To what?” Natasha asked, wiping her hands on a towel and moving to lean casually against the counter.

“This,” Y/n repeated, gesturing vaguely between the three of them. “Having people. Letting them close. It’s new.”

Maria set her gun down carefully, her gaze steady but not pressing. “We get that.”

Natasha crossed the room and stopped in front of Y/n, tilting her head slightly as if reading between the lines of everything Y/n hadn’t said. “We’re not going anywhere.”

The simplicity of the statement made Y/n’s chest ache. It was a promise, one that felt solid in a way few things ever had. Y/n gave them a small, hesitant smile. “Okay.”

And somehow, that one word carried more weight than any vow.

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Things shifted again during a mission a few weeks later—a coordinated takedown of an arms dealer operating out of the docks. The night was cold, the air sharp with the scent of salt and metal. Y/n and Natasha swept through the shadows while Maria directed from a nearby rooftop, her voice calm and clear over the comms.

The mission was routine—until it wasn’t. A group of mercenaries appeared, ambushing you from the side. Y/n moved faster than thought, intercepting a bullet aimed at Natasha’s back, the force of it barely registering against her skin.

Natasha turned just in time to see Y/n drop the gunman with a single, decisive punch. Her green eyes narrowed, sharp with something Y/n couldn’t quite place—something intense, almost dangerous.

“Thanks,” she muttered, but there was a flicker of frustration behind her gratitude.

Later, after the fight was over and the three of them were back at the apartment, Natasha cornered Y/n in the hallway. Her jaw was tight, her eyes stormy. “You didn’t need to take that risk.”

Y/n crossed your arms, meeting her gaze head-on. “I can handle a bullet, Natasha.”

“That’s not the point.”

Maria appeared in the doorway, her expression unreadable. “Nat…” she warned gently, but Natasha shook her head, unwilling to let it go.

“You scared me,” Natasha admitted, her voice quieter now, but no less fierce. “You can’t just throw yourself in harm’s way like that. Not for me.”

Y/n blinked, startled by the raw honesty in her words. “I’d do it again,” she said softly, and the truth of it settled heavily between you.

Maria’s gaze softened, and Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but the fight had drained from her.

Y/n gave a small, crooked smile. “I learned from the bests.”

Natasha huffed out a reluctant laugh, and Maria stepped closer, threading her fingers through Y/n’s with quiet reassurance. At that moment, the tension dissolved, leaving only the steady beat of their shared connection.

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It happened on a quiet night, with no missions, no emergencies—just the three of them curled up on the couch. Y/n wore one of Maria’s sweatshirts, soft and oversized, and Natasha’s head rested in her lap, her hands idly playing with the hem of Y/n’s shirt.

Maria sat beside Y/n, legs tucked beneath her, reading a book she’d picked up from a local shop. The room was warm, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp, and for once, the world outside felt distant.

It was Natasha who broke the silence, her voice soft and teasing. “So… are we ever going to talk about this?”

Y/n blinked down at her, pretending not to understand. “Talk about what?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “This. Us. The fact that we’ve been dancing around it for weeks.”

Maria set her book down, glancing between Y/n and Natasha with a raised brow. “She’s not wrong.”

Heat crept into Y/n’s cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. “I thought we were doing okay without labels.”

“We are,” Maria said, her voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t want more.”

Y/n’s heart stuttered at the quiet honesty in her words. Natasha sat up, shifting so she was closer to her, her hand sliding along Y/n’s jaw in a way that sent sparks down her spine.

“We’re all in if you are,” she murmured, her green eyes searching Y/n’s. “No running. No hiding.”

For a moment, all Y/n could do was stare at them—two women who had slipped into her life with unexpected ease, who had seen her at her strongest and her most vulnerable, and stayed.

Then, with a breathless laugh, Y/n leaned in, pressing her lips to Natasha’s first—a kiss that was soft warm, and long overdue. She hummed in approval, her hands tangling in Y/n’s hair.

When Y/n pulled back, Maria was waiting, her gaze steady and unwavering. Y/n kissed her next, slow and deliberately, savoring the way Maria melted into her with a quiet sigh.

When Y/n finally pulled away, the three of them sat there in the warm, comfortable silence, tangled together in a way that felt permanent.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n didn’t feel like she was flying alone.

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy. There would be more missions, more battles, and more moments of doubt. But Y/n knew now that whatever came next, she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

With Maria and Natasha by her side, the future felt less like a looming storm and more like a promise—a constellation of moments, each one brighter because Y/n had them with her.

And in that, Y/n found something she never expected: peace.

———————

It started with a text from Tony Stark. Y/n wasn’t entirely sure how he got her number (probably Natasha), but the message was clear:

Tony: You. Nat. Hill. Dinner at the Tower. No excuses. Bring a side dish.

Maria raised an eyebrow when Y/n showed her the message, and Natasha only smirked knowingly. “He’s persistent. It’s easier just to show up.”

And that’s how Y/n found herself standing at the entrance of the Avengers Tower with Maria on one side, Natasha on the other, and a homemade pie in her hands. Why a pie? Honestly, Y/n had no idea. Baking seemed safer than experimenting with a casserole that could get critiqued by Stark.

Natasha led the way inside, and it didn’t take long for Tony to appear, arms wide, wearing a smug grin. “Ah, the power couple. And our very own Girl of Steel. Welcome!”

“Technically, we’re a trio,” Maria said coolly, brushing past him without missing a beat.

Tony blinked, clearly caught off guard for half a second before a grin stretched across his face. “Well now. This just got more interesting.”

Natasha shot him a warning glance. “Don’t start.”

The common area was bustling. Steve Rogers stood by the counter, chatting with Sam Wilson and Bruce Banner, while Thor sampled everything on the snack table with enthusiasm. Clint Barton waved at Natasha from the couch, where he was lounging with an entire bowl of popcorn in his lap.

And then there was Y/n, standing slightly awkwardly with her pie as the most powerful people on Earth sized her up like a curious science experiment.

Thor was the first to approach, his booming laugh filling the room. “Ah, Supergirl! The woman of legend! I saw you lift a helicarrier—impressive indeed.” He clapped a heavy hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n gave him a small, awkward smile. “Thanks. It was… kind of easy.”

Sam chuckled from the counter. “You’re telling me she casually landed helicarriers and brought dessert? I like her already.”

Natasha rolled her eyes affectionately as she slipped an arm around Y/n’s waist. “Play nice, Wilson.”

“Relax, Romanoff,” Sam teased. “We’re just trying to figure out how you managed to land someone so far out of your league.”

Y/n snorted despite herself, and Maria gave Sam an approving nod. “I like him,” she said quietly to Natasha, who only smirked.

Steve stepped forward next, extending a hand to Y/n. “It’s good to finally meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“From who?” Y/n asked, raising a curious brow.

Steve glanced toward Natasha with a knowing smile. “A little birdie.”

Natasha gave him a deadpan look. “You’re pushing it, Rogers.”

———————-

Dinner was as chaotic as Y/n expected. Tony and Sam took turns trying to outdo each other with snarky quips. Thor declared the mashed potatoes “worthy of Asgard” and challenged Y/n to an arm-wrestling contest that Maria promptly vetoed. Clint told a half-true story about Natasha’s time in Budapest, which she denied with an exaggerated groan.

Y/n found yourself relaxing into the banter, marveling at how easy it was to fall into step with this ragtag family. They had fought gods and monsters and saved the world more times than anyone could count, but here they were—bickering over side dishes and arguing about whose turn it was to do the dishes.

At one point, Tony raised a glass. “To our newest hero! Supergirl, savior of helicarriers, protector of pie.”

Everyone raised their drinks, and Y/n gave an embarrassed laugh. “I didn’t save that much pie,” she joked, nodding toward Thor, who was well into his third slice.

“It’s delicious!” Thor declared around a mouthful, giving Y/n an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Maria leaned in close, her shoulder brushing Y/n’s. “See? You’re fitting right in.”

After dinner, things took a slightly more mischievous turn. Tony leaned back in his chair, swirling the last of his drink. “So… the three of you, huh?”

Natasha didn’t even blink. “Yes.”

“And we should probably not ask questions, right?” Sam chimed in, grinning.

Maria gave them both a look that could’ve frozen lava. “Smart men.”

Clint, however, was far less cautious. “Wait, so you’re telling me you, Nat, and Hill are—”

“Yes,” Natasha cut him off with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way Clint sputtered.

“Nice,” Clint muttered under his breath, looking mildly impressed.

Steve cleared his throat, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Let’s focus on what really matters—what’s the plan for the next big mission?”

Y/n shrugged, glancing between Maria and Natasha. “Honestly? I think we’ll keep doing what we’re doing. Small stuff, local work. Not everything has to be an alien invasion or an apocalyptic threat.”

Natasha nodded. “Sometimes the small things make the biggest difference.”

Maria gave a rare smile. “Besides, we’re exactly where we need to be.”

———————

As the night wound down, Y/n found herself on the Tower’s balcony with Natasha and Maria, gazing out at the glittering city below. The cool night breeze ruffled Y/n’s hair, and Natasha leaned against the railing, her hand brushing hers.

“Not bad, huh?” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Y/n laughed lightly. “They’re not as scary as I thought they’d be.”

Maria chuckled. “Give them time.”

Natasha squeezed Y/n’s hand gently. “You held your own. They like you.”

Y/n glanced between them, feeling the quiet warmth settle in her chest. “And you two? Do you like me?”

Maria smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Y/n’s mouth. “We’ll let you know.”

Natasha laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist. “You’re stuck with us now, Supergirl.”

And for the first time, surrounded by friends and the two women who had become Y/n’s whole world, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Bonus Chapter:

The Avengers had a reputation for intense training sessions, and somehow Y/n’d been roped into one. It started with Clint taunting Natasha, which led to Maria getting involved, and now here they were—standing in the Avengers’ training facility with Thor, Steve, and Sam watching like kids in a candy store.

Natasha cracked her knuckles with a mischievous glint in her eye, and Maria stood beside her, arms folded, looking way too smug for Y/n’s liking.

“We’ve seen you take on alien armies,” Maria said with an edge of challenge. “But let’s see how you do with a little hand-to-hand combat.”

Y/n raised a brow, giving her a playful smirk. “You really think you two can take me down?”

“Oh, we don’t think,” Natasha said, rolling her shoulders. “We know.”

Natasha took point first, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. Even though you had Kryptonian abilities, Y/n knew better than to underestimate the Widow. She was lethal, and Y/n wasn’t about to get too cocky.

She moved fast—faster than most humans—but Y/n saw it coming. A jab to her ribs, a leg sweep, and a feint toward her face. Y/n dodged with minimal effort, twisting her body just enough to avoid each blow without having to go on the offensive.

“Not bad,” Natasha murmured as she circled her.

“Same to you,” Y/n replied with a grin. “You always this slow?”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, and the playful tension ratcheted up a notch. This time, she darted in close, attempting to trap Y/n’s wrist in an armlock. But Y/n was faster. Y/n caught her mid-movement, spun her gently but decisively, and pinned her against the padded wall.

Natasha’s breath came out in a soft huff, her lips inches from Y/n’s. “Show-off,” she muttered, though the ghost of a smile tugged at her mouth.

“Next?” Y/n asked, glancing toward Maria.

Maria stepped onto the mat, cool and collected as always. She gave Natasha a quick once-over as if mentally critiquing her performance, before turning her attention to Y/n.

“Don’t get cocky,” she said smoothly. “I know your moves now.”

Y/n smirked. “I know yours too.”

The two of them circled each other, tension thick in the air. Maria was more calculated than Natasha, each movement deliberate and precise. She didn’t waste energy on feints or flashy attacks—every punch and kick was perfectly timed.

But Y/n was Kryptonian. And though she tried to hold back, her reflexes were still leagues beyond human.

Maria lunged, aiming to catch Y/n’s off-balance, but Y/n shifted, spinning out of her reach and gently tapping her shoulder as she passed. “Missed me.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but before she could make another move, Thor’s booming laugh echoed from the sidelines.

“She fights like a Valkyrie!” Thor declared. “But with far more charm.”

Maria shot him a look that could’ve leveled a city block. “Stay out of this, Asgard.”

What happened next was entirely Clint’s fault. He leaned over to Steve, not bothering to lower his voice. “Ten bucks says Maria sweeps her legs in the next thirty seconds.”

“Deal,” Steve replied, shaking his hand with a grin.

Maria, overhearing this, muttered under her breath, “Idiots,” and lunged at Y/n again.

Y/n ducked—just barely—but in the process, Natasha decided to jump back in, catching her from the side. The three of them tumbled to the mat in a graceless heap. Natasha pinned Y/n’s legs, and Maria wrestled her arms into an awkward hold, but not before Y/n managed to twist and knock Natasha flat on her back.

“Really?” Natasha groaned from beneath Y/n, shooting Maria an exasperated glance.

“I thought you had her,” Maria replied dryly, still trying to maintain her grip on Y/n’s wrist.

From the sidelines, Tony’s voice echoed across the room. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Someone better be recording this.”

Sam leaned over and whispered to Clint, “I’m not even sure who’s winning anymore.”

Thor beamed. “Everyone is winning! This is glorious!”

After a few more moments of struggling, Y/n finally collapsed onto the mat in a fit of laughter, dragging both Maria and Natasha with her. They groaned dramatically, limbs tangled with her, but there was no real frustration—just the warmth of shared amusement.

“I think I win,” Y/n said breathlessly, grinning up at the ceiling.

Natasha propped herself up on one elbow, shaking her head with a playful smile. “You’re insufferable.”

Maria smirked, brushing a loose strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “We’ll call it a draw.”

Y/n chuckled, her heart light with affection for both of them. “Fine. But only because I like you two.”

Natasha leaned in closer, her breath warm against Y/n’s ear. “Careful, Supergirl. We might make this a regular thing.”

———————

Eventually, the three of them untangled themselves and got to their feet, still laughing. Maria dusted off her pants, and Natasha stretched, rolling her neck.

As they made their way off the mat, Clint clapped his hands together. “Well, that was amazing. I’d pay good money to watch that again.”

Steve chuckled. “Careful what you wish for, Barton.”

Tony sauntered over, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “So, when do we get a rematch? I think I could take you.”

Y/n arched a brow, crossing her arms. “You? Against me?”

“Hey, I’ve got armor. It evens the odds.”

Natasha smirked. “No, it doesn’t.”

Maria shot Tony a dry look. “Please don’t embarrass yourself, Stark.”

Tony feigned offense, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. “Fine. But next time, I want popcorn. And someone better get it on camera.”

Later that night, the three of them sat on the Tower’s balcony, sharing a bottle of wine that Natasha had pilfered from Tony’s stash. The city sparkled beneath them, and the cool night air wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.

Maria leaned against Y/n, her head resting on her shoulder, while Natasha sprawled lazily beside Y/n, her hand tracing idle patterns on her thigh.

“You’re getting good at this,” Natasha murmured, her voice soft and content.

“At what?” Y/n asked, smiling.

“This.” Maria gestured lazily to the world around them. “Letting us in.”

Y/n chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s not so bad.”

Natasha hummed in agreement, her eyes half-closed. “Told you. You’re stuck with us now.”

And as the three of them sat together, watching the stars flicker above the skyline, Y/n knew she was right. She’d found her place—her people—and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

#marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff #maria hill #blackhill #female reader #gxgxg #polyamourous #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #the avengers

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talesof-old · 2 years ago

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family | j.s. & n.s.

pairing: jake sully x reader x neytiri sully

warning(s): 18+, smut, breeding kink?, sex with the intention to have a baby, wlw, piv, thigh riding, threesome, fmf relationship. this is completely unedited lmao

word count: 3.02k

in which you decide you’re ready to have kids

masterlist

in this, the Olo’eyktan and their mate can have another additional mate, a third partner

usually this is someone who is not a warrior (if the other two are), but if one of the original two is not a warrior, the additional partner is usually a warrior

the trio becomes inseparable, a true unit

+++

You hummed as you wove, shoulders gently rocking from side to side as you tightened the grasses to ensure nothing could spill out of the basket you were making. Neytiri was across from you, cutting up fruits and vegetables to add to dinner tonight. Insects buzzed around you and for the first time in years, everything felt truly peaceful.

You were barely old enough to be a warrior when the Sky People destroyed much of your home. Sure, you’d bonded with your ikran, and learned how to hunt and fight, but it wasn’t your calling. You were a healer, a crafter, a touch too soft for full blown war. Despite that, you’d fought, earned your scars and a place among your people.

Neytiri’s eyes wandered over your figure, flickering to your fingers intentional movements, weaving everything together at a quickness she could not imitate. The speed at which you could do such things never failed to amaze her. She was far more suited to hunting, or, at the very least, much preferred it.

Jake was off with the boys today, teaching them how to track game through the forest. Neytiri had elected to stay behind with you and the girls, as Tuk had decided she would be clinging to her mothers instead of letting them do anything. Now, Tuk was playing with a wooden toy Jake had carved for her, making loud noises as she pretended the bird was flying through the air. Neytiri smiled fondly. You’d brought a sense of stability that was hard to find to the family.

A warmth filled her that had her shifting, her tail twitching behind her. No. There would be time to show you how she felt later. There were things that needed tending to now. Still, she couldn’t help the way her eyes shifted to you every so often, your face glowing as you interacted with Tuk and Kiri, coaxing the former to help you smear your already finished baskets in wax.

All Jake could think about was getting home. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and being Olo’eyktan was more taxing on his body than he had anticipated. He longed for one of his mates’ hands on his back, working out the stiffness that seemed to plague him on hard days. Lo’ak and Neteyam were mocking each other in front of him, dancing out of each other’s reach when the other had had enough and decided to physically retaliate.

As everyone mounted their ikrans, all he could hear was your voice in his ear.

Let them be boys, Ma Jake. Let them be children.

When he’d first become Olo’eyktan and had heard of the custom of a third mate, he honestly thought there was no way for him to love someone as much as Neytiri. Someone so different from Neytiri. But somehow, you’d managed to capture both of their hearts.

Jake scanned the sky around them, instinctually checking for any threats as the three of them ascended to their home in the Hallelujah Mountains. Lo’ak whooped, spinning in the air in tricks that had Jake’s heart racing. His sons were strong, and sure in their skills, but that never stopped him from worrying, it seemed. Didn’t stop him from trying to protect them. Tuk, Kiri, and Mo’at were waiting for the boys to return when they landed, disconnecting their kurus and ensuring the comfort of their ikran companions.

Jake frowned at the lack of his mates. Mo’at chuckled, waving her grandsons over. She’d seen the way Neytiri had eyed you today, and had nearly laughed at the way she’d pleaded for her to watch the grandchildren for the night.

“They told me you would know where to find them.”

Jake blinked, blood rushing downward at the words. Mo’at smirked and ushered her children towards the healers tent despite their groans of reluctance. The older three had a knowing look of disgust on their faces, though Tuk seemed to be oblivious to the implication of her grandmother’s words.

He glanced at the swaynivi his family normally stayed in, the emptiness spurring him in motion. He reached for Bob, connecting their kurus and guiding him back into the air. Wind whipped at his cheeks as he flew higher, dipping in and out of fog and waterfalls to get to the place the three of you had decided would be your spot. Heat knotted in his gut and he adjusted his loincloth. He’d long since given up trying to explain the effect the two of you had on him.

You sighed as Neytiri’s lips trailed down your torso, open-mouthed and hungry as she sucked and nipped along your skin. The rocks beneath you bit into your shoulders, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Everything around you was bursting with color, glowing as the sun disappeared and the world darkened. It never failed to amaze you. The awe you felt was nothing short of religious when it came to Pandora.

The sound of beating wings drew you from Neytiri’s worship and you glanced towards the source, a grin spreading across your face. Jake all but jumped from Bob, his face harsh in the dim lighting. You reached for him, pushing aside the way he made you feel when he simply towered over you.

Your hand slid up his calf, gentle and teasing. He inhaled sharply and before you could blink he was on his knees beside you, mouth pressed hard against yours. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his locs and tugging, hard. He moaned into your mouth and you smirked, feeling Neytiri pull away from your thighs to press up against Jake.

He shuddered against you as her palm slid from his stomach to his loincloth. You slipped your tongue between his lips as his mouth parted, spurred on by the languid strokes of Neytiri. The three of you barely had a chance away from the kids these days, plus the trips to other clans for trade and maintaining peace. You tilted your head back and let out a soft sound as Jake removed his lips from yours and latched onto your neck, deepening the marks your other mate had already left.

His hand slipped between your legs, grazing your swollen lower lips in a way that had you gasping. His smile against your skin left you panting. The calluses on his fingertips had you reaching for his bicep, gripping onto him like your life depended on it.

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb as he inched his finger into your cunt, chuckling at the way you clenched around him. You always felt so good, like the two of you were made for him.

His dick throbbed in Neytiri’s hand, her chin tucked into his shoulder as she peered down at you. Precious you, their little mate. She ran her free hand down his kuru and he shivered, before she reached over to gently grab yours. Your tail flicked in surprise upon contact but other than that, you gave no indication of discomfort. Jake didn’t stop until he was knuckle deep inside you, eyes trained on Neytiri’s hands as she slid her fingers down the length of your kuru and she neared the end. She brought it up to Jake’s kuru, grinning as they connected and you let out a moan. Jake hissed through clenched teeth as you squeezed tight around his finger.

You wiggled your hips, bucking as best you could against Jake’s hand in hopes of friction. Jake tutted, using his free hand to hold you down. You whined at the feeling, letting him pull out of you only to add another finger.

You gasped at the intrusion, your inner muscles squeezing around Jake as if you’d never had sex. It had been too long, you determined. Too long since he’d been inside of you. You moaned at a particularly rough swipe of your clit. Desire shot through you, clearly from Jake. You couldn’t help but giggle. Neytiri smiled from her place behind Jake, eyes still trained on where your mate was fingering you.

Tension curled in your gut and you moved your hand, gripping Jake’s wrist and whining. He paused, brow raised as you shook your head.

“I want you to fuck me.” He smirked, glancing at Neytiri who shared his expression. You normally avoided having Jake fuck you, not because you didn’t like it, but because you hadn’t felt like it was the right time for you to be pregnant. Of course, there was always the chance that you wouldn’t, but the risk didn’t outweigh the good.

You felt ready now. It was how you and Neytiri had ended up here in the first place, a whispered, I think I’m ready to add to our family, and she was all over you. Jake slowed as a longing washed over him. Neytiri stroked his arms, kissing his shoulder blade before drawing away. Tension bled away into confusion.

“What-“ You shifted backwards, a displeased sigh escaping you as his fingers left your cunt. He watched as you got into an all too familiar position, though it was normally Neytiri in that spot. The latter settled beneath you, back against the ground, until her cunt made contact with your thigh, a pleased hiss leaving her lips. You cupped her face, pressing your mouth to hers as Jake got situated behind you.

He tugged at his loincloth, letting it fall away. He jerked himself, running his finger over the slit to make sure he was ready. He looked up as Neytiri let out a loud moan, rocking herself against your leg. You were on your hands and knees, ass up and tail flicking. Jake palmed your smooth skin, tracing the glowing freckles along your body before lining himself up with your cunt. “You ready, baby?”

“When you are.” Was your response, your voice breathy with anticipation. You stiffened as he made contact with you, pushing his big head in slowly to allow you to adjust. You whimpered at the pressure, too much and not enough all at once.

Jake shushed you, gripping your hips to stop you from sinking deeper onto his dick. Neytiri was riding your thigh, your skin slick as her lips and clit dragged across it. You felt her clenching against you.

“Good girl, taking me so well.”

Jake eased into you, your tail flicking sporadically as he filled you. You reached behind you, taking Jake’s arm and wrapping it around your waist to help keep you up. Only once his grip tightened around you did you shift your weight to one arm, using the other to rub Neytiri’s clit. Her body jerked once you made the additional contact. Her lips parted and you couldn’t tear your eyes away, the woman beneath you the very embodiment of beauty.

“So pretty,” you whispered.

She whimpered, your name falling from her lips. “Harder,” she rasped.

Jake nuzzled his face into your neck, limbs heavy as your desperation began to sink in. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your skin, your touch, your scent, everything. It was dizzying in the best way. All-consuming.

“Mhmm,” Jake huffed under his breath, tendons tight in his neck. “So tight.”

Neytiri mewled, clutching at your body as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. Jake shook his head, willing himself to focus. Neytiri’s soft pleas and your gentle reassurances filled his ears. You rocked your hips backwards, bottoming out. He hissed as your ass came in contact with his sensitive balls. Arousal shot up his spine and you whined, a similar feeling spreading through you.

“Gotta take care of my baby, don’t I?”

Jake pulled out halfway before giving an experimental thrust, shuddering at the pleasure that coiled in his gut. You didn’t always connect your kurus when you were having sex. In fact, normally you’d have him and Neytiri connect theirs and simply basked in their attention. Feeling your emotions made this feel far more intimate than he was used to.

He really didn’t mind.

You continued to rub at Neytiri’s clit, urging her closer and closer to the edge with each stroke. She was content to play from the side today, she’d murmured against your skin earlier. The objective today was to fill you to the brim, all with the hope that Eywa would bless you with a child. Though in your rush to feel one another, you might’ve forgotten to mention that to a very important member of the process.

You gasped when Jake decided to finally start thrusting in and out of you, hips pressing up against your ass. A moan escaped you as his balls dragged against your skin, shivering at the velvety feeling. You clenched involuntarily around him, causing Jake to grunt.

“Good girl, taking what I give you.”

He kept a slow and steady pace, letting you adjust to his size. Neytiri keened beneath you, her orgasm steadily rising as her hips began to frantically rock along your thigh. Her mouth parted and you kept circling her clit. She clenched around nothing, cum dripping out of her as she climaxed. It ran down your leg and she trembled as you continued your motions to help her ride it out.

Your eyes were half lidded as you watched her, a pleasant warmth consuming you with Jake inside of you. Neytiri pushed your hand away, chest heaving. You smiled softly and she sent you a weak one in return, ready to finally focus on the act of pleasure between you and Jake. You straightened yourself until your back was pressed firmly against Jake’s chest. He buried his face in your neck once more, running his fangs along your skin. You sighed, arching your back to meet his thrusts. The angle changed, hitting something deep inside you that made you choke on a moan, your hands flying to find purchase on the one person that could ground you at this moment.

Jake.

You reached to grasp at his arms, his muscles taunt underneath your fingers.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” His chest rumbled with his words and you shuddered, urging him to move faster. He picked up the pace, his thrusts remaining deep. Neytiri shuffled to her knees in front of you, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs.

“Rub their clit.” Jake’s voice had that edge to it, dominant and authoritative. You whined as Neytiri’s fingertip grazed your swollen clit, body jerking into Jake’s. He chuckled into your skin, nipping at your shoulder.

“Doing so good, baby, taking me so well.” Your eyes squeezed shut as Neytiri found her rhythm, one that had your thighs trembling and heart racing. Jake was tense behind you, hips smacking against your backside with every thrust. Tension pooled in your lower abdomen, burning hot fire spreading through your body. Jake whined at the feeling, a sound that sent shock waves through your system. You clenched hard around him, barely registering the whimper the action drew. You tightened your grip on his arms.

“Please, please,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. You just needed him.

“Want you to-” your voice descends into a moan as he thrusts hard into you.

“Want you to finish in me.” You could barely hear yourself, blood rushing through your veins and thundering in your ears. Jake tightened his arm around your waist, his pace quickening to a speed you didn’t anticipate. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open, head falling limp against his shoulder. Neytiri kept up well. Her fingers send shock waves through you, your body overstimulated in the best way. Jake was throbbing inside of you as you pulsed around him, your orgasm fast approaching. You were so close.

“Want a baby, Jake-“ Your climax cut off anything else you might’ve said, stars bursting behind your closed eyes. Jake groaned as you clamped down on him, his balls impossibly tight. Before he knew it, he was coming inside of you.

You rocked your hips through your orgasm, body weak and feverish. Neytiri cooed at you, brushing stray hair from your face. Jake shifted the two of you, still attached, until you were both on your sides. You whimpered as he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“You really want to have a baby?” You hummed tiredly, turning to lay on your back so you could look up at him. There was a brief pause as you thought it over once again. “Yeah.”

You’d been there for every single one of Neytiri’s births, a healer training under Mo’at for Neteyam’s, a potential mate for Lo’ak’s, and then a mate when Tuk was born. At first, the idea of birth had both excited and scared you. The idea that you could create whole beings inside of you was a marvel, but the pain sent terror through you. You’d be in good hands. It didn’t scare you like before.

Jake ran his hands up and down your sides, dick twitching at the imagine of you swollen and pregnant. Neytiri cleaned off her fingers, tracing soft lines along your thighs. You twitch with sensitivity. She grinned, pressing a kiss to your navel.

The pair doted on you, Neytiri kissing along your hips as aftershocks wash over you every few minutes. You traced lines along Jake’s thighs, smiling as he whined whenever you went higher and higher. Neytiri situated herself on your free side, her hands coming up to play with your nipples.

You arched into her, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

Jake leaned over, kissing you hard on the lips. You sighed into his mouth, hands drawing him closer. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your body to press against his.

The three of you spent hours wringing pleasure from each other, returning to your home in the late hours of the night. The kids were with Mo’at, leaving you to rest in each other’s arms. By morning, it would be back to the routine, weaving and hunting and watching after children. You smiled into Neytiri’s chest, pressing a chaste kiss to her warm skin.

You arched into her, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

Jake leaned over, kissing you hard on the lips. You sighed into his mouth, hands drawing him closer. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your body to press against his.

#avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #atwow x you #jake sully x reader #jake sully x neytiri #neytiri x reader #jake x reader x neytiri #jake sully #neytiri #omaticaya #pandora #atwow imagines #atwow

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 6 months ago

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Clinically Jealous

Your two lovers have a slight problem ♪°

Yandere-ish jotaro x reader x yandere-ish kakyoin

Warnings: mentions of very light threat and violence. Slight yandere behavior? Very Cringe old writing, out of character. Very cringe.

Relationship: romantic.

This has been rotting in my notesapp for a good while now.

"What is wrong with you!?" You shout.

Smack!

"You... You merciless beast! I will take revenge on you!" You dramatically cry out as you pick up the pillow Kakyoin had thrown at your face.

"Ho? Let's see you try." Kakyoin says with a smirk as he picks up two pillows that were behind him.

"Come at me as much as you'd like!-"

Smack!

The next few moments were filled with squealing and laughter as you both throw pillows at each other. Running around the bed you were sure you both could've broken it but you two were having too much fun to care.

The door opens with a grunt following a small 'good grief' could be heard. You and Kakyoin both stop and look at Jotaro who pulled his hat down as he closed the door behind him.

"Wanna join?" Your question was met with an immediate "no."

Kakyoin grins and throws a pillow directly at Jotaro's face, but Jotaro caught the pillow before it could land on him but he couldn't dodge the one that was sent by you immediately after Kakyoin's. In his defense, how could he? When he's so relaxed and off guard around two of one of the most important people in his life? He doesn't need the feel to be cautious of anything. At least not now...

Kakyoin couldn't be any more happier. This feeling of contentment was something he so desperately searched for, with you and Jotaro filling the hole in his heart. He would never, ever, let any of you two go. The moment the anguishing ache of loneliness settles in again is the moment he'll lose his mind.

A proud laugh escaped your mouth followed by kakyoin's chuckling. Jotaro grunted with an unamused expression but let out a small smile as he picked up the pillow you had thrown at him, his hat blocking his face as he bent over to do so. He walked towards you both, a pillow in both his hands with a slight smug look that said he was going to indulge in the pillow fight for a bit. But he wasn't going to hold back...

Out of panic both you and kakyoin started fighting against Jotaro for the sake of both your lives now.

~ ~ ~

You sighed as you sat down between the two men on the bed. Jotaro on your right side and Kakyoin on your left, being sandwiched between two men was quite... The golden experience. Especially if those two men rarely ever showed their bare physique. Kakyoin was in a whole ass pajama but it was relatively thinner than his uniform frabic so you could see more of the outline and curves of his body a bit more clearly. And jotaro was in a damn tank top (plus he finally put down his hat). Almost not being able to take your eyes off of his bare arms, especially since it wasn't everyday you'd get to see someone as buff and chiseled as him this close. Focusing on every vein that bulged out of the back of his hands and forear- you should sleep. You swore you could've almost heard them holding in their laughs.

Of course, you three wouldn't forget the small ritual you would all do when all three of you were in a bed together. You giving them good night kisses that would sometimes be a little too passionate that would sometimes turn into full blown make out sessions that would probably last half an hour- but it never escalated anything above that. Besides it does a great job making you all fall asleep a little faster.

Intertwining your fingers with Kakyoins, he always wanted to be in contact with you one way or another. And while Jotaro insists he doesn't need it, he doesn't try to stop or pull away from you once as you wrap your hand around his. Indulging in Kakyoin's physical wants and needs doesn't stop him from "accidentally" Brushing or placing his hand on certain parts of your body though. (He'll stop if you express your discomfort and will apologize like a million times.)

As you close your eyes, feeling relaxed and comforted by the darkness and the warmth of your two lovers. A small frown attended Kakyoin's face as he exchanged a quick knowing glance at Jotaro who nodded slightly.

"Reader..." Kakyoin called out.

You opened your eyes and let out a hum. Almost simultaneously both Kakyoin and Jotaro got closer to you, inching their bodies towards yours as kakyoin gripped tighter on your hand and Jotaro wrapped his arm right under your chest at your ribcage as he held on firmly onto your left arm as to keep you in place.

"Me and Jotaro have been wanting to discuss about something.. To you." Kakyoin said in a soft voice although there was a bitter undertone in it.

"It's about that friend of yours." A deeper voice you knew as your boyfriend and the person on your left said. Jotaro's voice becoming slightly harsher and cold at the emphasis 'friend'.

All the comfort and relaxation in your body had been thrown out the window, feeling extremely uncomfortable and confused as your heart now pounded against your chest heavily. As if they sensed the fear in you, Kakyoin cut you off as soon as you opened your mouth to say something.

"We won't hurt you or anything, cherry." He says in a soothing tone that would've comforted you if it weren't for the situation you were in right now as he softly caresses your cheeks with his fingers. "Swear we won't lay a bad finger on you.." His voice hushed as he tried to 'reassure' you. It didn't make you feel any better in the slightest, really.

"You know that, Right?" Jotaro asked in an almost threatening tone as his fingers gripped on the side of your face, squishing your cheeks ever so slightly. You quickly nodded.

"Good." With that he let go. Your fear definitely did not subside.

"Now we got that out of the way, I think you should stop seeing them... For a while until or unless they fix their behavior around you. Or... You can let us take care of it." Kakyoin says. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion but then the realisation of what they were talking about hit you.

Of course that one friend who always seemed to laugh a little harder around you. Kakyoin suppressing showing any expression of annoyance but sending occasional glares whenever your back was turned. Even an idiot could tell Jotaro was annoyed and irked just by glancing at his face once.

That one friend who seemed to always brush their hands or arms against yours. Or hugged you a second or two longer than they should've. A clear frown on Kakyoin's face as he clenched his fist while watching the scene. Jotaro's eyes devoid of any indication of being okay with the interaction. For a man of a few words, he was sure good at speaking (anger) through his eyes.

That one friend who always seemed to want to hang with you way too much. Almost every day. Jotaro and Kakyoin pretending it doesn't piss them the hell off when almost everytime you guys are together and you keep getting texts from your friend just for the sake of not wanting to make it apparent they're jealous and irritated. But lately it's been getting harder.

That one friend who seemed to compliment you way too much, way too happy and eager to be around you. There was no mistaking it set both of your lovers off. Upset with the whole relationship dynamic with this 'friend'. Let's be honest here, are you sure they see you as just a friend? If you knew then... You would tell your friend off, right? You would consult Kakyoin and Jotaro about it, right? You wouldn't keep or hide anything away from them... Right?

"They're too damn touchy with you." Jotaro's voice snaps you out of your train of thoughts. "It's annoying as hell." He added, his voice deepening as he did so.

"I... I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it! They're just touchy like that! I'll tell them to stop" You reply and hope they'd be a little more understanding... Although it shows that it doesn't actually help in the slighest.

"See now, it doesn't matter if they're naturally touchy or they didn't mean anything by it." Jotaro's face gets a little closer to yours.

"We fuckin' hate it. And we want it to stop." His voice getting deeper as he continues speaking.

"You wouldn't like it if we let another girl keep touching us, right?" After a few seconds you slowly nodded. I guess it was reasonable enough...

"Good, we knew you'd understand." You feel Jotaro's hand softly caress your hair. "You'd always listen to us because we're your boyfriends and we want the best for you. Don't forget that, there are people out there to harm you and it would kill us if we let them hurt you. Please understand." Kakyoin pleaded softly, something about his tone... It felt so... Odd...

Your hands gripped on the bedsheets to try to calm your nerves down. You controlled your breathing and you felt the panic in you slowly die down. You closed your eyes, hoping this was all a horrible sick dream that you don't ever wanna experience again....

.....

You open your eyes to see the bright orange sunlight flooding in the room, you turn your head slightly. Kakyoin on your left and Jotaro on your right, their faces as innocent as ever... You sigh softly, what a nightmare. You sat up carefully and went over to the edge of the bed, your feet made contact with the ground and you were about to get up.

"Reader?" Startled, you looked back, this unfamiliar gut wrenching feeling in your stomach forming itself deep in your gut when you saw your lovers awake. Almost as if they weren't really asleep the entire time.

"Where are you going?"

"The- the bathroom..."

"..." An eerie silence filled the room for a second.

"Reader?"

"Hm...?"

"This better not change anything between us, alright?" You felt the churning in your stomach manifold and you grip the edge of the bed when you felt like needles were prickling the inside of your throat and your eyes starting to burn. It wasn't a dream. Dammit...

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thatboreddrake · 5 months ago

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Okay, bare with me on this one, because I am operating on a grand total of like, two lines of dialogue and a dream: a dream of finally getting a solid-ish number on the Elden Ring Timeline!

So, the first line of dialogue, which Ranni delivers during the cutscene for the Age of Stars ending:

Now cometh the age of the stars. A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon (emphasis added)

Fine, vague, poetic.

The second line, delivered by Miquella during the fight with Promised Consort Radahn if the player is hit by the grab attack:

"I promise you, a thousand-year voyage guided by compassion."

Now, once is vague, but twice just might mean something. Could it be metaphorical for "this is gonna be a long time"? PROBABLY BUT WHO CARES!

This brings me to my first main point: we have an official time-stamp on how often ages and gods cycle in the Lands Between, presumably. This means that this is a semi-regular phenomenon which could be looked for upon its arrival. Or perhaps, this time of transition is marked by visitors:

It is said that when Oracle Envoys appear playing their pipes, they do so to herald the arrival of a new god, or age.

Anyway, this allows me to slap together a somewhat coherent timeline of events for Elden Ring (effing finally):

The age we will start with is the Age of Dragons, led by Placidusax as Elden Lord (Remembrance of the Dragonlord) with Uhl, the Fire Giant, as the vessel of the Fell God and centered on the power of the Crucible (blatant speculation but its headcanon at this point). In the last few hundred years of the Age of the Crucible, the Hornsent begin to focus their efforts on producing a viable Empyrean to ascend to godhood for the next age. Side note, but this would also be when the denizens of the Eternal Cities were working on their project with the Lord of Night.

Anyway, through one way or another, Marika is chosen by the Fingers to serve as the Greater Will's vessel in the Lands Between after her village is butchered by the Potentates. This is also approximately when a proto-Radagon enters the scene through Empyrean mitosis (Marika severed her desire for order after the death of her family as per the Minor Erdtree incantation). For a time, Marika plays along with the Hornsent, if only to establish her base of power.

Her first stop is at the Eternal Cities, where she attempts to convince the Nox to join with her in the upcoming war against the Fire Giants. The Nox reject her upcoming divinity in favor of their Lord of Night, killing proto-Radagon with the Fingerslayer Blade as a symbol of their rejection. The Greater Will does not stand for this insolence, and sends the Malformed Star Astel to devour their sky and cast them beneath the earth.

Marika then allies with the berserker warlord Hoarah Loux and begins her assault on the Fire Giants of the Mountaintops. After all, their flame would be the one thing that could threaten the Erdtree during her reign. She manages to slay Uhl in battle, and shunts proto-Radagon's soul into his body, thus birthing Radagon as a proper Lord. However, at this point, Marika is diverted from her mission by the First War of the Dragons.

Emboldened by the defeat of Placidusax's god, Bayle the Dread leads his brood of drakes in a direct assault on Farum Azula. To counteract this threat, Placidusax sends the Ancient Dragon Florissax to instruct their erstwhile human allies in the practice of Dragon Communion. Among these, the greatest knight and leader of their order was Theodorix, a troll freed from the Fire Giants during Marika's initial assault. It is during this war that Marika and Radagon bear the kindling twins, Messmer and Melina.

Where Messmer fights on the front lines alongside Radagon and Godfrey, Melina instead takes up tutelage under Maliketh, Marika's Black Blade. After the war is over, and Placidusax has had three of his heads removed, he sees that the age of the dragons has come to a close and moves Farum Azula outside of time to await the return of his god.

Keeping their momentum, Marika and her forces carry on to complete their destruction of the Fire Giants, realize that the flame cannot be put out, and leave a nameless giant in charge of tending the forge. At this point, the time of ascension arrives, and Marika ascends to godhood using Radagon as her Lord catalyst. However, afraid of exposing Radagon's true nature to their followers, Marika instead takes Godfrey as the First Elden Lord, ushering in the Age of Plenty (Blessed Dew Talisman).

With her seat of power established, Marika dispatches her champions to complete their conquest of the Lands Between. Godfrey goes south to Limgrave to do battle with the Storm Lord and the inhabitants of the Weeping Peninsula. Radagon also goes south, but stops in the swamps of Liurnia to challenge the kingdom of sorcerers, who have been united under the rule of one calling herself the Full Moon Empyrean. Messmer, meanwhile, travels back to Belurat to exact vengeance against the Hornsent for their treatment of the shamans. It was this last expedition that was closest to Queen Marika's heart, and thus were they accorded the greatest share of golden grace of any of the Erdtree's armies.

In the ensuing 700 years or so, things proceed as normal. Messmer slaughters the Divine Beasts and burns the country to ashes. Godfrey's conquest of Limgrave nears its conclusion and he sets his eyes towards the Caelid Wilds. Radagon has fought two wars in Liurnia, finally forging an alliance with the House of Caria through his marriage to Rennala. Beneath all this, an old god conspires to put its own Empyrean on the throne.

Per Prince of Death canon (it is canon to me!), Melina is selected as an Empyrean vessel by the Deathbird who pushes her towards rebellion by exposing the injustices perpetrated under Marika's rule. Melina's breaking point is when Marika abandons her own children, the twin Omens Mohg and Morgott, for the sake of keeping up appearances (or so it seems). Taking the moniker of the Gloam-Eyed Queen, Melina marches to Leyndell to cast Marika down from her throne and slay the Elden Beast with black fire.

This rebellion is stopped by Maliketh's timely intervention. He bests his former pupil in combat and, under Marika's orders, seals the Destined Death which gives her flame its deadly bite. It is at this time that the Land of Shadow becomes Shadowed, as Marika fears how Messmer may respond when he discovers that his sister has "died" in a rebellion against their mother. However, Marika's heart is not of stone. She sees anew that which had driven her daughter to such desperate measures, and vows to reexamine the fundamental tenets of the Golden Order.

Remembering what happened to the last civilization to deny the Greater Will, however, Marika banishes Godfrey and his Tarnished warriors from the Lands Between. Should another star come to punish the land, she would not have her beloved caught in the blast zone. Thus ends the Age of Plenty; Marika plucks the very concept of true death from the Elden Ring and the blessings of the Erdtree slowly begin to dry up.

Here, the Ancient Dragon Gransseax sees an opportunity to restore the Ancient Dragons to primacy in the Lands Between and assaults the very walls of Leyndell itself. However, he did not account for the tenacity of humankind, nor the power of Godfrey's son, Godwyn. Godwyn leads Marika's order to victory in this Second War of the Dragons, forging an alliance with the Ancient Dragon Fortissax.

Seeking to keep Marika loyal, the Greater Will recalls Radagon to serve as Elden Lord in Leyndell, threatening his family with true death at the hand of the Black Blade should he refuse. Together, Marika and Radagon usher a new thousand years of history, an Age of Order.

Towards the final quarter of this new age (fully guestimating here), Marika sees that she is running out of time to find a solution to the cycling of ages and gods. Conspiring with her step-daughter Ranni, she plots to use a fragment of Destined Death to sever both herself and Radagon from the Greater Will's control, if only to free them both from the curse of immortality. However, plagued by internal conflict and mistrust, Ranni takes this opportunity to free herself from the machinations of Manus Celes, a Two Fingers serving its own god. Marika is distraught as, rather than severing her own fate, she is instead left to deal with the aftermath of the death of her beloved son, Godwyn.

In a final act of desperation, seeking to end the cycle once and for all, Marika takes up her hammer and shatters the Elden Ring, that which represents order itself. Aghast at her actions, Radagon joins her inside the Erdtree, sealing the entrance using an aberrant sorcery to create a barrier of impenetrable thorns. He sought to repair the damage done to the Elden Ring, but erecting the barrier bled him nearly dry. Seeking to protect its last hope of maintaining control, the Elden Beast fuses Marika and Radagon into one and stuffs the shattered fragments of the Elden Ring into the gaping wound in their side. There, the fused, fractured deity would hang for hundreds of years, until the time for ascension came again, and the envoys arrived once more to herald the arrival of a new lord.

#well #hopefully that was at least semi-coherent #this is the closest I've ever gotten to a solid timeline tho #let me know if i missed anything please!#gloam eyed queen #elden ring #sote spoilers

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