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ilguna · 4 months

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Expired Medicine Pls! Bucky & #5?

☼ left behind but never forgotten (Bucky Barnes) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gun use, grenade use, fighting, injuries.

wc; 3.5k

prompt; 5. "I'll come back for you, I promise."

notes; spoilers for captain america the winter soldier.

The halls of the hospital are busy, swarming with doctors and nurses. They flip through pages of documents, some of them dodging in and out of rooms. If there’s any bad time to be on a mission, it’s now. In a place that’s supposed to be secure and safe from danger.

You told Steve that you’d come inside by yourself to retrieve the flash drive, but he didn’t trust you, wanting to make sure that he got it, himself. So, you follow behind him, letting him lead the way. He has his navy blue hood pulled up to block the view of his blonde hair and to shadow some of his more notable features. You know that he wants to avoid drawing attention, but you think it makes him look more suspicious than not.

His pace comes to a slow pace as he stops in front of the vending machine. On the way, he told you that he put the flash drive behind three sticks of bubblegum while the employee was stocking it. He wanted it here for safe keeping because he’d gone back with some of the SHIELD members. And with Fury’s warning, he didn’t want to take any chances.

You come up beside him, looking over his shoulder. Your eyes search the entire machine, looking for the aforementioned bubblegum. You even take a step back to get a bigger picture, but you come up with nothing.

You glance at Steve. “This is a problem.”

“I know.”

The sound of popping behind you makes you turn to see where it’s coming from. It’s Natasha, loudly chewing the pink gum, eyes switching between you and Steve. He lets out an annoyed sigh before he steps at her, placing a firm hand in the middle of her chest to push her into the empty room across the hall.

The door opens with a slam as the blinds rattle against the glass.

“So much for not drawing attention.” You mutter, reaching to close the door behind you.

Steve pushes Natasha against the nearest wall, trapping her with one hand as he pulls off his hood with the other. “Where is it?”

“Safe.” She says.

“Do better.”

“Where did you get it?” She counters.

“Why would I tell you?”

You glance out the window, watching another medical staff member pass by, completely oblivious of the three of you.

“Fury gave it to you. Why?” Her eyebrows are drawn in.

“What’s on it?”

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

“Stop lying.” Steve tells her.

“I only act like I know everything, Rogers.” She says, as if it’s obvious.

Steve looks over his shoulder at you, maybe for assurance. Or to make sure that you’re standing nearby. When he looks back at Natasha, you step in closer. “I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn’t you?”

Natasha’s mouth opens, no words coming out for a second while she thinks of a response. “Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.”

Steve grabs her shirt. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”

“I know who killed Fury.” She finally says, Steve’s grip loosens. “Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years.”

“So he’s a ghost story.” You say, shaking your head.

“Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me.” She pulls up the bottom of her shirt, revealing a scar on her left side, a few inches away from her bellybutton. “Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis.”

“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.” Steve remarks.

She gives him a halfway smile before it drops. “Going after him is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried.” She pulls out the flash drive from her pocket, holding it up between them. “Like she said, he’s a ghost story.”

“Well, let’s find out what the ghost wants.” Steve backs off of her, moving so that you can see them both. “Are you still in?”

“‘Course I am.” You cross your arms over your chest. “This sounds like fun.”

—

If you’d known you’d end up in a car, squished between Natasha and a HYDRA agent, you think you might’ve told Steve that he could figure this out on his own. It probably wouldn’t have gone over well. He might’ve even begged you a little bit to change your mind, but with Sam here, there’s really no need for you to be.

“Natasha, why don’t we switch spots?” You ask, eyeing Sitwell for another moment before looking at her. “I don’t feel comfortable sitting next to him. I think this is more your specialty.”

She gives you an amused look. “I told you not to get in the car first.”

Sitwell blinks, drawing his attention from the cars passing you by on the freeway, to you. “Afraid all that training is going to fail you?”

Your eyes narrow, “No.”

He sighs. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

“Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam retorts, looking at him in the mirror.

Natasha leans over you to speak to Steve, who’s sitting in the passenger seat. This pushes you closer to Sitwell. “Insight’s launching in sixteen hours. We’re cutting it a little bit close here.”

“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Sitwell asks, eyes wide. “That is a terrible, terrible idea.”

A loud thud on the roof of the car makes it cave in a little. You only have enough time to glance up, before the window shatters next to Sitwell, sending glass flying all over the interior of the car. You shield your face, feeling the glass pelt your jacket and jeans, before landing on the now-empty leather seat.

Sitwell is gone, he screams briefly as he’s thrown into oncoming traffic on the other side of the concrete barrier, where he’s hit by a honking truck. You watch as a gun appears in front of the open window, the safety being turned off, before being pulled away.

Natasha leaps from the back seat to the front, landing in Steve’s lap as she pulls his head down. A bullet pierces the leather where she had just been, you slide there as another bullet slams in your seat. With two hands on the back of your head, you duck, listening as two more shots are fired.

When you raise your head, you catch Steve reaching forward to the emergency brake, yanking it back. The brakes screech against the asphalt, slamming the car to a hard stop. The man that had been on top of the car flies from the roof, somersaulting in the air so that he lands on a knee pad and a singular arm. A metal arm.

“What the fuck.” You breathe, watching as he dislodges his hands from the asphalt to rise to his feet.

For a few seconds, it’s a stand-off, as the cars around you weave in and out of the lanes to avoid hitting the car you’re in. Natasha tries to whip out her gun to shoot at him, but an armored truck hits you from behind, making you jerk forward, forcing the car in his direction.

He jumps, landing back on the roof. Sam slams on the brakes, trying to stop, but the truck is too strong. A metal arm comes flying through the windshield, fingers wrapping around the steering wheel, breaking it off.

“Shit!” Sam screams.

Natasha tries shooting at the roof, but the Winter Soldier jumps off, onto the truck behind you. You turn, wanting to keep your eyes on the threat, and find him on the hood of the armored vehicle.

“He’s accelerating!” You shout.

The trunk crumples further as you’re rammed again, this time throwing the car off course. It turns, wheel running up the side of the barrier, before forcing you back on the freeway. The car begins to wobble from side to side, growing more violent by the second.

Steve pulls up his shield, placing it on the passenger door. “Hang on!” He shouts, grabbing Natasha.

The car begins to twist, you reach for the window that Sitwell had been forced out of, grabbing the edges and pulling up as you go airborne. Steve, Natasha and Sam must escape together out of the door, because when you look down to launch yourself out, they’re gone.

And so are you.

You cross your arms over your chest with fists, holding on tightly to the body of your jacket while you’re thrown into the air. You gain several more feet, and in that time, you duck your head, ankles locked together, until you come crashing down to Earth.

With the world being one giant dizzying blur, you have to guess how far away you are from the freeway. You hesitate, waiting for the best possible moment to land without hurting yourself. Unfortunately, it’s a second too long, because when you throw out your left foot to throw you into a roll, you land on it sideways.

The pain is immediate, but it takes up the back of your mind as you hit the concrete, rolling for several feet. When the momentum is gone, you sit upright, clutching at your ankle, eyes searching for your friends.

You find the overturned car, and then Natasha and Steve, who are still sitting on his Captain America shield. Beside you is Sam, who’s eyeing your ankle, worried. You’re more focused on the Hydra vehicle, and the fact that the Winter Soldier now holds a grenade launcher.

In one solid move, you grab the front of Sam’s shirt, throwing him down as a grenade is sent in your direction. Steve holds up his shield, intending to deflect the explosion, but he ends up triggering it instead. The blast sends him ricocheting off of a car behind him, and over the side of the overpass.

You jump to your feet while you can, ignoring the piercing pain in your ankle as you try to run to hide behind the van. Sam is right beside you, you can feel his hand on your lower back, but then it’s gone, as he goes to hide behind the silver car a few feet back.

Natasha glances at you, gun in her hand. “Got any tricks up your sleeve?”

“Not really.” You tell her.

She pops up, shooting back at the HYDRA agents that are slowly advancing in your direction. You look back at Sam, and watch as he makes a run for it down the freeway. You suck in a breath, springing up to hurl yourself over the side of the barrier. A car whizzes by, and Natasha lands next to you.

You swear the whole bridge shakes when another grenade explodes.

She grabs your hand, passing one of her guns over. “I’ll distract him, you shoot when you get the chance.”

“Just to be clear, this is the Winter Soldier, right?” You ask.

Natasha makes a grave face, nodding. When there’s a break in the gunfire, she crosses three lanes of traffic, rolls over a car, only to be thrown off the side of the bridge when he launches a bomb.

A car comes to a screeching halt a foot or so away from you, inadvertently shielding you from the enemy. You turn to the left, climbing on your hands and knees while you try to get a better spot to shoot. It’s eerily quiet for several seconds, you slowly creep up to look over the wall, finding him aiming below the bridge.

When you’re sure that the HYDRA agents aren’t watching, you stand up, popping the safety off. You hold up the gun, aiming for the back of the Winter Soldier’s head. And right as you go to pull the trigger, a shot is fired, his head whipping to the side. When he turns to drop down, you can see that Natasha got him in the goggles.

He pulls them off, fist tightening around the black material. Then, he gets back up, spraying bullets at Natasha in response, pissed. They get into a brief gunfight, where you wait for the better opportunity to shoot.

As soon as the other HYDRA agents get to their feet, you fire. They’re solid shots on all three of them. So solid and precise, that they’re dead as soon as the bullets hit their bodies. You let out a breathy laugh, surprised that you still have that in you, but the celebration is gone when the Winter Soldier begins to turn.

You hit the cement, but you must be the least of his worries, because he doesn’t come after you. When you’re sure of this, you get back to your feet and over the barrier to retrieve one of the HYDRA guns from the bodies. You find a hook embedded into the hood of a car, attached to a thick black wire that hangs over the side of the overpass.

First, you check to make sure that there’s not an agent attached at the bottom. Then, you attach the gun to your body with the strap to keep it on you. After you’ve pulled your jacket sleeves over your hands, you slide down the wire, joining Steve, Natasha and the Winter Soldier below.

Except, there is no one.

You stand in the middle of the street, eyes sweeping the area, but all you’re coming up with are civilians running away. You head toward the anger to start, keeping a sharp eye out for any of the HYDRA agents that might be lurking around nearby.

There’s a distant sound of gunfire, followed by an explosion. You pick up the pace, jogging down three blocks before you’re met with a busy intersection. You hoist the gun up, one eye peering through the scope before you pull the trigger.

The Winter Soldier moves, making you miss by barely an inch. Steve runs at him to keep him from shooting back at you, swinging the shield up in time to block his punch, causing the metal to sound like a gong. Steve gets kicked off of the car, landing on the road, where he covers himself with the shield.

The enemy rolls off the car, pulling out a machine gun to shoot at Steve. When the bullets run out, Steve swings himself over the top of the car, foot knocking the gun out of his hand. You reload the rifle, waiting for the right moment to shoot, while they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

He shoots, they go back and forth with the punches, and block. The gun is put away, Steve is twisted out of the shield, now in the Winter Soldier’s grasp. It’s placed between them to keep a distance, but eventually yanked from Steve’s rip as the HYDRA assassin uses it to his advantage.

When there’s a pause, you go to pull the trigger, until the shield comes flying in your direction.

You jerk to the side, watching as the shield lodges into the back door of a white van behind you. With wide eyes, you look back at Steve, only to find him fighting once more. You reach, yanking the shield free, and also retrieving your gun as you move closer.

Steve seems to have a knife now. He tries to take multiple stabs, but ultimately it’s taken from him, and he ends up dodging once more. The Winter Soldier makes the mistake of swinging over Steve twice, allowing him to counter with a hook and a kick. The soldier slams back into a car, Steve runs at him, slamming him into it further, causing the door to dent and the glass to break.

He goes in for a punch once again, but the Winter Soldier blocks it, backing Steve away as he tries to fight back. Steve flips him over, standing over him for just a second, before the Winter Soldier grabs Steve’s neck, squeezing.

You let the gun hang against your chest, fixing the shield in your hand. You swing back, and then launch it forward. Steve’s eyes dart to it, ticking off the Winter Soldier, so he throws Steve over the hood of a car, turning just in time to grab the shield before it hits him. By then, you’re firing bullets, watching as they bounce off of the metal.

The gun jams.

“Shit.” You pull it off of you, hurling it in his direction. He catches it in his metal hand, clenching his fist around the material, breaking it.

He turns his attention back to Steve, who’s on the other side of the car. They go back to fighting, you continue to advance, a little annoyed that he doesn’t see you as a threat enough. He pulls out a knife, going to stab Steve, but the metal pieces a grey van, slicing the paint vertically.

Steve grabs the Winter Soldier, throwing him back to get him off, and swiping the shield in the process. The enemy swings, hits metal. He swings again with the knife, hitting metal. The Winter Soldier punches Steve successfully, trying to kick but he’s met with the shield, so he swings again.

Steve slams the shield into the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, and then forces it up, hitting him in the face. Steve wraps his hand around the mask, flipping him over backward, but it's too much momentum, because the Winter Soldier somersaults.

You walk around the truck, going to join Steve, finding the black mask lying on the asphalt. The Winter Soldier rises, back to you at first, until he slowly turns his head, allowing you to see what he looks like.

The blood runs from your face, lips parting as your eyes lock on.

Bucky.

He looks… different, but not in the bad sense. His dark hair is messily long, just barely reaching his shoulders. When in the past he’s kept it shorter, cleaner. There’s a shadow of a beard forming on the lower half of his face. And there’s this emotionless void in his eyes, as if he’s looking right through you.

This can’t be him, though. The last time you saw him…

Steve stands up, panting through his teeth. “Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks, turning toward the two of you fully.

He pulls up his gun to shoot at either of you, but Sam kicks him over, sending him tumbling over the asphalt. That small move does basically nothing, as Bucky gets back to his feet, you take a step toward him, even when he goes to shoot again, but you’re interrupted by a grenade flying over Steve’s shoulder.

A red truck explodes. You look behind you to see Natasha, barely holding herself up against a car with the grenade launcher. Bucky is nowhere to be seen.

There’s sirens approaching, presumably the police, a firetruck, a couple of ambulances, but all you see are black SUV’s approaching. Your eyes catch a figure disappearing into an alleyway.

“I’m going after him.” You dig into your pants pocket, pulling out the singular smoke bomb that you’d brought with you.

Before Steve can stop you, you pull out the pin, tossing the bomb in the middle of the intersection. In the matter of seconds, the grey haze is taking over the street, concealing your escape. Either Steve is too shocked or knows better than to go after you, because he stays there with your other two friends, letting you run off.

Your ankle is slowing you down, but that doesn’t make you stop. You chase Bucky down several streets until he jumps out from behind a car, fist swinging at your face. You catch it, fingers wrapping around his hand, eyes boring into his.

The two of you stand like this for a very long second. If he knows who you are, he’s doing a very good job of hiding it, because you’re none the wiser. If you had to guess what happened to him, you’d say Zola experimented on him. And you think that Steve would even agree with you.

He tries to punch you with his metal arm, but you block it with your forearm, holding him there for a second longer. You can’t do this, not here. He’s not stable enough to have a conversation, especially since he was trying to kill you. He is trying to kill you.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.” You tell him, despite knowing that this means nothing to him. “I’m not letting you go so easily, Bucky.”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

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perseephoneee · 5 months

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Pls write about damon salvatore x y/n going skiing

ski cabin (damon salvatore x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 10 of ficmas!

warnings: damon, smut (i censor it so you can skip!): fingering, blood-sharing, unprotected vamp sex

a/n: i tried writing smut. might be a failure. might not. i have no clue. i just work here. also i wrote this while watching the matrix and eating homemade nachos

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Once upon a time, your life resembled a sense of normalcy. And then you met the Salvatores. Vampire brothers who seemed to attract trouble no matter where they went, and somehow, they had clung themselves to your life. You would love to blame Elena for this. Still, truthfully, you also had a fascination with their propensity for idiocracy and probably landed in this situation alone. The situation? Being a target for whatever big bad it was this week.

It was decided that people should split up to minimize their chances of being caught. Unfortunately, you ended up with Damon Salvatore. Damon was the oldest of the Salvatore brothers and the most annoying. He was morally grey, somewhat self-serving, and handsome in a way that should be illegal. Sometimes, you thought he might be fond of you, but then he'd say something sarcastic and mean, and you'd remember why you loathed being around him. Since everyone split up, you and Damon opted to go to one of the nearby mountains, ending up at some ski lodge that some families would use more for vacation than for hiding. It was snowy, and the ice bit your cheeks as the wind tried to push you back aggressively. You sighed in relief when you finally got to the resort lodge and could breathe warm air. Annoyingly, Damon was barely frazzled.

"We should ski," Damon said to you. You brushed your fingers through your hair, trying to get snow out as you glared at him.

"I don't ski."

"Quitters talk," Damon sighed, taking in his surroundings. "Besides, what else is there to do? Besides each other." He whispered that last part to you, that stupid half-smirk on his face. You slapped him in the arm. He was a compulsive flirt at the worst of times. He also loved to ignore you when you expressed disagreement with what he said. So, he rented skis (he had no money, so you guessed compulsion) and forced you to suit up. You tried biting him when he attempted to help you, but you think that only added fuel to his fire. Waddling outside was even worse, as you relied on him most of the time. Looking at the snow-capped hills made fear grip your heart. You wished that the enemy would just kill you already. "Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"

"I don't like this."

"It's fun. We could be brooding in a cabin like my brother, but instead, we're in the great outdoors," Damon laughed. You tried shifting on your skis but felt your knees lock up. "Seriously, what's your problem?"

"I like having control over whether my body is going to eat shit or not."

"You and your control," Damon grumbled. "Y/N, learn to live a little." Shockingly, Damon was weirdly patient with you as he showed you the basics of skiing. He even helped you down the bunny slopes with minimal teasing. He taught you how to pizza, and when you felt yourself start to slip, he'd grab you and hold you upright. It was one of the few times where you weren't sniping at each other the whole time and instead actually having fun. Your body was exhausted when you returned to the lodge, and you were thankful to take off all the warm and heavy gear. Unsurprisingly, Damon immediately got himself a glass of bourbon. You got a hot chocolate and enjoyed picking the whipped cream off with your finger and licking it off. While you enjoyed your dessert, Damon went to find an available room in the lodge. He came back a few minutes later with a devilish smirk on his face.

"I don't like that look," you mumbled, sipping more hot cocoa.

"Guess what, princess? The only room left is a single bed," Damon fell next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you against your protests. "Guess we'll be sleeping together after all."

"You're ruining my quality hot cocoa time," you hissed, pulling away from his arm. He just laughed, as he never took your threats that seriously. Why should he? You were human. He was a vampire. It was an unfair fight.

You hadn't packed much when you ran, so you just tossed your backpack in the corner of your room when you got there. It was a queen-sized bed, at least, with an ensuite bathroom and winter cabin appeal. There wasn't a couch, just a scratchy-looking chair. You could sleep on the floor.

"You're not sleeping on the floor," Damon said behind you, almost scaring you half to death.

"I didn't say anything."

"I can hear you thinking," Damon muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at his proximity. He went to the lounge on the bed, laying back against the pillows, every bit emulating Adonis with how he wrapped his arms around the back as his face caught the light streaming through the window. Sometimes, you wondered whether Damon's favorite form of torture was just being the object of desire that was unattainable. Yes, he drove you up a wall, but you weren't stupid. He could be loyal when he wanted, and his body alone was sculpted by some vain artist who wished to achieve perfection. You could see his arm muscles, the sunlight dancing across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his lips. His eyes were the color of the sky reflected on the snow, a dangerous blue. Like a wolf just waiting for its prey to slow enough to make its bite. "Admiring the view?" he purred, turning to look at you.

"Admiring a view, not necessarily you." You stepped closer into the room, removing the scarf and jacket around your neck. You kicked off your boots, leaving you in just your sweater and jeans. You pretended not to notice him watching your movements. There was a desk against the wall; you sat at the chair and faced Damon, curling your legs up under you.

"You're scared of me," Damon said, turning back to face the window.

"Am not," you huffed.

"You think I'm gonna bite you?"

"Yes," you answer plainly. Frankly, you had yet to learn where you stood with Damon. Sometimes, he treated you like garbage; other times, you thought he would give up everything to protect you.

"Come here," Damon sat up, moving to the end of the bed. You look at him with confusion. He huffs in frustration, grabbing you and pulling you onto the bed with him. You fall against the pillows with a yelp, glaring at the vampire as he sits back next to you. "I would never hurt you."

"You're not always the nicest," you mumble. "Sometimes I can't tell."

"Y/N, look at me," Damon grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "I'm damaged goods, but don't think that I would agree to hide out here with you if I didn't care. I do care. A lot." He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentler than expected. "The best thing about returning to Mystic Falls was meeting you."

Damon was never a subtle person, and he doesn't try to be one now as he leans down and kisses you. His hand cups your face, tilting your head back so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a sigh of contentment, which just fuels him further. He tasted like bourbon, and you found you enjoyed it.

*smut!!! proceed only if you want to*

Your hand found its way to his hip, fisting the fabric as he moved to be above you. He was assertive but not rough, and it was something you appreciated. His hand dipped under your sweater, feeling its way to your waist and under your breasts. You let out a gasp as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving nips and kisses and, most likely, many marks. Your hand flew up to his hair, gripping the raven locks and causing him to growl.

"You drive me crazy," he mumbled, helping you pull your sweater over your head. He kissed you again, his hand running over the smooth skin of your stomach. He pulled away when you shrank back, hesitant. "You're beautiful, don't worry." He dropped down, kissing over the expanse of your belly, helping you feel more comfortable. He kissed his way up to your bra, for once looking unsure. You gave him a smile as you sat up, reaching behind to unhook your bra and toss it aside. Damon wasted no time planting kisses and licks over, under, and in between your breasts. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but Damon was just encouraged. He came back up to your lips, his fingers still playing with your nipples.

"I see you like my mouth now," Damon whispered.

"I hate you," you kissed his jaw, leaving bites down his neck. It was your turn to smirk when he became the one making noises. Your hands ran under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his shoulders. He sat back to remove it, and you spent a second admiring his figure. The both of you feeling impatient, you pulled off both your pants, so you were left in your underwear. Damon flicked the waistband of your grey panties with a bow in the middle.

"Cute."

"Do you always talk this much?"

"Only to girls I like."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy as his hands ran up your thighs. You pulled him down for a scorching kiss, already addicted to his lips on your own. One of his hands ran between your thighs, lightly touching your clothed center. You hissed into his mouth, and he only smirked.

"Can I remove these?" Damon asked, looking at you. You nodded, shirking them so you were completely bare. You felt so vulnerable and yet comfortable in his presence. You sighed in pleasure when his finger found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy. When he entered you with his fingers, his thumb replacing the gentle motions on your clit, you let out a moan that was almost pornographic. You buried your head in his neck as he pumped his fingers in and out. If his touch was this heavenly, you weren't sure you were capable of learning what else he could do. You moved your hand to his briefs, but he nipped your jaw as a warning. "No touching." He removed his hand, leaving you feeling empty and disappointed. You were about to deliver a sarcastic retort. Still, it died on your tongue as he removed the last piece of clothing, and you were faced with his better-than-average member. Damon grabbed your calves, pulling you farther down the bed and situating himself between your thighs. He kissed you hard, lining himself up before pushing in slowly. The stretch was a lot, but the pleasure overrode it as you felt your head drop back in a moan.

"Fuck," you swore, wrapping yourself around him as he started to move. He fit you in a way you hadn't experienced before, and you weren't sure who you'd become when he left you empty.

"I should've done this sooner," Damon groaned, kissing your neck and shoulder. He let out a hiss of pleasure when your nails scraped across his shoulder blades. He pulled out, sitting back against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap. He helped you sit back down on him before you had time to complain about the temporary emptiness. His hands grabbed your thighs, helping you bounce on him. Both of you moaned, and your head fell back as you fell into a rhythm.

"The sight of you coming apart on my cock, tits bouncing, is the best thing I've seen in my life," Damon smirked, leaning forward and attaching himself to one of your tits. You had no clever retort, nothing to match the sense of euphoria you were experiencing. You noticed the veins under Damon's eyes and used your thumb to brush them gently.

"You can bite," you whisper, eyes widening at the dark overtaking his eyes, but you aren't scared. He didn't go for your neck like you thought; no, he sunk his fangs into the top of your tits. One of his hands gripped your hip, the other reaching between your legs to circle your clit. It was so much pain and pleasure at once that you raced towards a finish you had been nearing for a while. You came with a shout, head falling onto Damon's neck. He came after you, fangs detaching and a growl leaving his lips.

*end of smut*

You separated, falling to rest next to Damon. He pulled you into his side, biting his wrist and touching your lips. You accepted the blood hesitantly, letting it coat your throat before pulling away. He kissed the top of your head, one of the most domestic things you had ever experienced.

"Damon," you whispered, tracing his chest with your fingertip. He looked at you in question. "I would be open to being yours." You see a boyish smile on his face, something that makes him look the age he was turned and not the age he is now.

"I think that can be arranged," he said, kissing you again.

The next day, he took you skiing again, but you kissed at the bottom of the slope this time.

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xxfrankiesteinksxx · 2 months

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small details in the dnpc video no one is mentioning

okay, look, i'm gonna admit it, i'm a game/film theory girly and a whore for lore, so i pick at details i shouldn't be picking at, so here's some things i see in the video that i don't see being mentioned in theories/analyses. also keep in mind my brain consists of a single cell encapsulated in aspic (i know what the actual deeper meaning is this is just a bit of fun for me)

the thing underneath the piano - the camera falls off the piano in one scene and something (i still cant figure out what exactly it might be) is visible, oddly clear-looking for something underneath a broken piano in shoddy lighting (actually looking at it again it might be a corpse, is it possibly phil's old body?)

dan telling phil not to film him drawing the sigils but phil still filming - you might be able to also throw in the part where phil screams "NO" when the camera's on him sitting in the corner; they don't seem to want things to be filmed but it feels like they're obligated to record everything to some extent

phil's very explicit control over dan - this is to the point where he even has to tell dan what and what isn't food, and takes away water privileges for some reason (btw this is your reminder to drink some water) and overall very demanding tone when instructing him

SOFT AND NEAT - there's a lot of reinforcement of this, its clearly a joke but i'm overanalytical and will blatantly ignore this. there's heavy hesitation with any sharp object around them (when dan has to cut his hand, kill phil, take out phil's heart, mentioning razor blades when using the shaving foam)

dan still primarily uses his left hand - people have mentioned how he's been "fixed" but him using his right hand seems to be performative since he pours most things, mixes with his left hand, and even primarily uses his left hand to spread the blood (plus he never sacrificed himself unlike phil who seems to have died in potato stamps and been resurrected with perfect vision) there's also old superstitions that being left-handed means you're somehow cursed by/connected to satan, speaking of which...

dan has a much better connection and the ability to communicate directly with Him - he seems to be a conduit, possibly being used by phil to properly perform anything (which also probably helped with his resurrection and eyesight improvement), he has uncontrollable actions from time to time

the sigils themselves - what do they all mean? what could they mean in a bigger, symbolic context? anyone that understands them pls explain to my aspic brain

the entire place fucking burns down after the ritual is complete and they're embraced by Him - it's clear at least to me that the shed is set on fire at the end of the video, cutting off further possible footage

dan doesn't put blood on phil's forehead during the ritual - might've just been a slipup during filming but we also dont see the blood dan put on his own forehead once he arrives and theyre all standing up in the pentagram

also just a couple fun facts:

the number on the case file when converted to corresponding letters of the alphabet spell out "satan"

what dan says in his reversed clip is just "thanks!", nothing is really said in the reversed clip of phil opening the shed door its juts kinda a random noise someone made

Aaaaand some misc nonsense crackpot theories/ideas/thoughts/brain vomit that my brain keeps me awake at night with (optional reading):

if the demon taking them at the end is actually baphomet and not just some generalized idea of satan, then "mother" could be another way to refer to "him" since baphomet is portrayed as having both female and male characteristics (bobs n pennies)

personally this is scarier/more unnerving than the actual blair witch project for some reason

my bathroom sink is the one sink you cant ship

i want a dapc for those dolls they hung everywhere

is cataloguing all of the ritual setup part of the craft channel's purpose?

what was the reason for summoning him? did they bring him to our plane of existence to just let him absorb these two brink-of-twinks and then use their gay power to torment the straights?

oh that rope is just his belt thing not rope tying dip and pip together

i think this is a good wrap-up idk what they could do in a part 5 to conclude things better

#this is what keeps me up at night #that and the 4 hour long naps i take at 5pm every day #now i wanna start a collector doll brand called brink-of-twink #featuring fun accessories like texts to his sugar daddy and mortgage paperwork #theres more but this is rly fkn long lol #dan and phil #dan and phil crafts #danandphil #daniel howell #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #phandom #dnp crafts #dnp

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charmercharm3r · 7 months

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Just devoured all your Phases content and it left me in awe, like💀💀i never considered poly! ships but the way you depicted the relationship with jisung and minho was so enticing and gorgeous (also seeing minho as the sub for once blew my mind, in the best way)

And now my mind is full of possibilities. like, now we found out jisung has a sub side not even he knew about, imagine him getting low-key envious of reader fucking minho with the strap and imagining himself in that place. jisung trying to subtitly tell reader he wants to be fucked too but can't be direct about it because he has a pride.

how would it proceed??

i love your blog so much, pls don't stop💖

i’m mad i didn’t think of this idea myself, anon u are a genius

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“No, no, please don’t stop. I’ll be good, I promise!” Minho begged while clawing at your forearm to bring your body back down against his, wanting nothing more than to be pinned between you and the mattress.

He always makes it so hard to say no, sitting up to kiss your chest and neck as further pleas. You caved in and laughed, following the feeling of his lips as you laid him back down and hiked his knees up. “You have to stay like this, pretty kitty.” Minho nodded against you and held himself up by the backs of his knees.

While you shifted and made yourself more comfortable, the dildo inside him moved, nudging the spot that made him want to curl up and stiffen with pleasure. In the background was the slick sounds of Jisung off to the side, only watching. You didn’t need to see him to know his hand was wrapped around his cock and slowly jerking into the tight ring.

Minho’s breath didn’t slow, he continued to pant beneath you as your hips gently pulled back, pushing into him with almost no force and simply feeling him out. He tended to get ahead of himself, biting off more than he could chew when with you, especially. Jisung was skilled when it came to taking control of Minho’s needs in bed, he knew this side of the older like the back of his hand. Whereas you, although new to dominating with even just having the slightest bit of domineering edge over the brunette, was just the teensiest bit at a loss of what to do in this situation.

You figured it out quickly though, holding both his cheeks the way Jisung would do you to and focusing all of his attention on your face. He couldn’t look anywhere else as you wouldn’t let him, chest slowing to a steady breath and he was ready for more, once again.

It was maybe a few five minutes where you didn’t peak over your shoulder to acknowledge your blonde boyfriend, nor did you notice the quieting of the wet sounds on his side of the room. Rolling against Minho was taking up most of your mental capacity, he was so pretty to look at. You understood why Jisung loved taking him in this exact same way, the brunette was the finest picture of modern art.

Red, leaking cock sitting prettily against his lower belly, cheeks and chest flushed pink while glazed over with sweat, Minho squirmed and ached for your lips to seal him into the sub space he desperately wanted to fall into. He was more than halfway there, just needing the extra coddling push.

“Aren’t you just so handsome? Pretty kitty, you’re glowing. How does my cock feel? D’you like it? I think you look so cute stuffed full of me.” Minho nodded and whined at your words, puckering his lips for the kiss he’s been wanting so badly.

And when you leaned in and planted one firmly, lovingly onto his lips, a second whimper almost trickled out of reach of your ears. You could’ve missed one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen if you didn’t turn your head, thanking the heavens you did.

What a sight to behold, Jisung with his feet planted on the armrests of the corner chair, one hand cupping his balls as the older circled the rim of his hole. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth in effort to keep quiet, though failure not entirely something he intended on avoiding.

Jisung stared straight at you, straight at Minho— too in his own head to notice what was happening— and straight at where your bright purple strap was penetrating your boyfriend’s used asshole. You involuntarily lurched forward and pushed the dildo deeper into Minho while maintaining eye contact with the younger. In your peripheral you could see his finger dip into his own hole in time with your hip movement.

A whole new world of pleasure for you, Jisung, and Minho to explore.

Just after you finish with the first babbling baby beneath you in dire need of your attention.

When Minho gets in these needy kind of moods, it isn’t long before he’s winded himself so tight that any little thing gets him to blow his load faster than either of you could catch up to— but he always makes up for it with his short refraction periods and stamina. Minho laid at the foot of the bed to recollect himself, in the mean time, a certain blonde was awaiting his turn.

You strode tall in front of Jisung, strap hanging proudly on your hips, even more daunting because you were entirely too comfortable wearing it that it may as well been very, very real. Hell, the phantom limb syndrome told you that it was real.

“Do you want something, baby?”

His finger stalled in his hole, massaging his balls harder as if it was a comforting tactic when faced with a difficult decision.

“All you have to do is ask.” You put your hands on either side of the back of the chair, sensually kissing his cheek and back until you reached his ear to whisper, “I’ll give you whatever you want. There’s just one little word I wanna hear, first.”

“‘M not gonna beg.” He replied with no bite in his tone.

“You don’t have to. However, only good boys get to be fucked. Are you a good boy?”

Jisung bit his lip again as you pulled back to look him in the eye. A quick glance over your shoulder to look at Minho, as if the younger didn’t know what to do now that the roles were reversed. Unbeknownst to you, Minho nodded in signal to the blonde that, yes, he’s the best boy.

Whether he realized it or not, Jisung nodded, as well.

“That’s what I thought.”

Stealing his hands from himself, you carefully walked Jisung to the bed besides Minho, who only watched in entertainment. This was something new for all of you, neither of you could fault him for being interested. Plus, he was extra moral support.

As Jisung’s back hit the mattress, you crawled over his body and slotted yourself between his willfully spreading legs. “You always take such good care of us, baby,” you say as you brush his hair from his forehead, placing sweet kisses to his cheeks. “Won’t you let me return the favor?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled in search of another kiss and n latching onto the skin of your neck out of desperation to suck on something.

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby. You know.” The drag of your nail down his thigh to hook behind his knee and rest it on your hip, Jisung may have been too distracted.

“Puppy, c’mon,” he detached from your neck to plead with his big, round eyes.

You tipped his head back with a finger below his chin, “it’s just one little word. Be my good boy, won’t you?”

Jisung audibly swallowed the lump in his throat, torn between the ego he’s been holding on to and the earth shattering, mind numbing euphoria he knows you’re fully capable of giving to him if Minho covered in his own cum was anything to go by. Jisung looked over at his boyfriend, to which the older smiled at him with encouragement. You could see the pingpong ball bouncing back and forth in his head, he wants it so badly, wants to know why your boyfriend would go to unbelievable lengths to be stuffed full of your and his cock.

Teetering back and forth for a decision, Minho leaned over and pecked the younger’s cheek, “if you like it enough, who knows, maybe I’ll get to fuck you next.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, then turned to you with full confidence, “please.”

A proud smile washed across your face and reached down to cup both Minho and Jisung’s cheeks with one hand on each, “my sweet boys.” They nuzzled into your palms until you had to pull back.

“You had your turn,” you said to Minho, who happily reclined with his hands behind his head and let the younger take the spotlight.

Jisung was eager now, quick to wrap his other leg over your hip and tug you in to let the scratchy fabric of the strap rub against the underside of his thighs. “Easy. You’ve got all of me.” You assured him with a tender kiss, his arms snaking around your neck to pull you in closer. While your fingers traversed further down busy chest, beneath his belly and past his aching dick, Minho silently handed you the lube to coat your first two digits.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be screaming that one little word before I’ve even put my cock in you.”

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maskedmando · 2 years

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I Need You Here

Part 1

Paring: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's a normal day on the Razor Crest when you get shot in the stomach by the bounty that Din is out looking for. The reality of it all changes everything.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: heavy angst, blood, injury, detailed description of wound, getting shot, talk of dying (no death), general fear of dying, smut in next part, this work is 18+ minors do not interact

a/n: pls take warnings seriously. this is my first time posting a fic to tumblr in a long time, so please let me know the general vibes. will include a part 2 later! (this is cross posted to my ao3 account as well)

Looking back, out of all of the many days that you have spent parading targets on your back with Din Djarin, it had felt like the least likely one for you to die. But you suppose that, in reality, that’s more often when these things happen. On days they’re not supposed to.

You’ve been hit by blaster shots before. They’ve grazed arms and legs, singed hair, nothing serious. You’ve chuckled at the way that Din tenses while cleaning flesh wounds that you can’t reach.

You knew this one was different about 8 seconds after the bounty on the other end of the blaster fell in a heap at the bottom of the open ramp of the Razor Crest. He had only made it about 4 steps in before you realized it was either him or you making it out of this.

As those seconds ticked by, you were hit with a third option that you hadn’t initially considered. This outcome being that you might just die right here on a planet that you weren’t supposed to be on for more than a day, the child still locked in the bunk where you left him after being alerted to someone that was definitely not Din approaching the Crest, next to a bounty that you and Din had jokingly placed bets just this morning on how quickly he would have him frozen in carbonite.

The bounty had fired at the same time as you and hit you just left of your belly button. You knew it was different the moment you were sure that the bounty was dead and your 8 seconds were up.

Your vision narrowed rapidly as your hands flew to the fire that was starting in your midsection. For a moment, you genuinely thought that you were holding your organs in your hands, but you physically shook the image out of your head as you realized that your hands were simply slippery with an alarming amount of blood.

The bounty must have had some sort of attachment to his blaster, because the hole in your stomach was not the size of a typical blaster wound. It was bad. This was bad.

Your next choices felt like a blur. You needed to com Din. You needed a med kit. You did not know if you had time for both of those things. You stood frozen while those two options took precious moments away from you.

The child wailed from the bunk.

The noise sent your body into some sort of uncontrollable mission. You could grab the med kit and take it with you into the cockpit while you commed Din to let him know that he needed to come back immediately. A small part of your brain wondered exactly what you thought Din would be able to do for you, but the larger part knew that it wasn’t about anything that he would be able to do. It was simply about the fact that you needed him here right now.

You remember the feeling of your hand wrapping around the handle of what you truly hoped to be one of the spare med kits as you did everything in your power just to get yourself to the ladder of the cockpit. You have no recollection of how you got yourself up, all you know is that you weren’t able to stand back up after that point. You crawled the rest of the way to the controls, leaving a trail of blood that would haunt Din even after washing it all away for months.

Of course, the only way to get a hold of Din was through the communication device that he carried with him that could radio back and forth with the control panel of the ship. You reached up and fumbled around until you got a hold of the radio piece and pulled the cord just far enough for you to half-sit half-lay on the ground beneath the blinking lights of the controls above you.

You breathe in deeply and hit the button that allows Din to hear you. “Mando.” You spoke it eerily calmly considering that, to your own ears, your voice sounded miles away. You’re sure you might actually be holding your organs at this point.

Letting go of the button, you hear Din quickly respond. It’s not often that you com each other while he’s out hunting. The sound of his voice comes from the speaker on the panel above you. You close your eyes as you listen. “I know, I know. I had him in my sights about 30 minutes ago, but I lost him. Looks like I owe you 10 credits. No need to rub it in.”

He sounded so lighthearted. He was always so serious, but he was in such a good mood today. You noticed it this morning. Your eyes welled as you brought the radio back up to speak. You were about to ruin his life. “Din.” This time your tone was much shakier.

There was a pause before a much more serious sounding Din responded, “Y/N?”

You let out a sob, hearing him say your name. You register in that moment just how scared you are. You can’t die without him there. He’s going to get back to the Crest and find your dead body in his cockpit and your blood all over the place and the child locked in what is basically a closet and he’s never going to be the same. While you’ve never spoken about what you are to each other, you know that Din Djarin loves you and that you love him just as fiercely. You’ve left it unspoken to protect yourselves from this moment right here. But now that this is happening, really happening, you're not sure if leaving things unspoken will make all of this easier or harder for him in the long run. You force yourself to focus on how the tears feel running down your face.

“Y/N!” His voice snaps you out of it.

You take yet another deep breath and steady your voice. Your other hand is still holding your lower half together. “Din, I’m sorry. You have to come back to the ship. The bounty found the ship.”

“What do you mean?”

“The bounty came to the ship. I shot him, but-” you let go of the button quickly as you let out a genuine scream of pain. You don’t know if you can get your breath back.

“But what?” This time it sounds like Din is moving quickly, but you still can’t get enough air to respond to him. “Y/N, respond!”

You cry openly this time as you respond to him, knowing that the pain isn’t going to go away and there’s no point in hiding the damage that’s already been done. “I got- I got shot. I’m sorry. The kid’s okay; I h-hid him. But I got shot. T-There’s too much blood, I don’t know what- what to do. I need you to come back. P-Please.”

He responds the moment you let go of the button. This time it’s clear through the radio that he’s in the air. “Where?”

“I’m in the cockpit.”

“No, mesh’la,” he corrects gently, “Where did you get shot?”

You're sweating profusely at this point. “My s-stomach. It wasn’t a normal blaster, Din.”

He doesn’t respond right away, but you're also starting to notice that you may not be fully aware of your surroundings at this point. It’s entirely possible that he’s talking and you're just not aware of it until you start to pick up on his voice again.

You’re now fully laying down on your back, looking at the control panel above you. When you hear him again, it’s almost like he’s standing right above you. “You need to keep pressure on it, cyar’ika. I know you can do that for me. I promise I’m not far away.”

Your hand pushes harder into your stomach, and black spots burst into your vision. In the sheer amount of shock from the pain, you actually let out an involuntary combination of a laugh and a sob, your body having no idea what to do with what it was going through.

You never knew how much you didn’t want to die alone until right now.

“I-I really want- I’m sorry- I really want you to be here, Din.” You let go of the radio and let it dangle above you as you move to use both hands to put pressure on the wound.

You’ve made up your mind.

You’re not dying until Din gets here.

“I’m almost there, y/n. I promise, everything is going to be fine. I’m not going to let anything happen to you-” you know Din keeps talking, but this is truly where you start to lose touch with reality.

In pushing on your wound, you black out for an unknown amount of time. When you start to wake up, it’s because you hear someone moving around wildly below. Din basically flung his body up the ladder, and you heard him stop when he reached the top.

It’s the only time he hesitates, and it’s an image he will never forget. And there is only one thought going through his head as he has followed a clear path of your blood straight to the sight of you laying motionless on the floor of his cockpit. It’s a miracle he didn’t throw up right then instead of later that night.

This is your fault.

The thought repeats even as he bursts back into action, ripping his gloves off and kneeling at your side at a speed that makes you dizzy just lying there.

You’re confused as you see how badly his hands are shaking and he tears through the med kit you brought up with you. You watch him, almost calmly, as he spews out apology after apology. You don’t even grasp that he’s working on your wound until your brain finally catches up with what’s happening.

You want to tell him that he doesn’t need to panic, you couldn’t even feel it anymore.

Instead, you looked up at his helmet as it remained hyper focused on a wound much worse than his mind ever would have allowed him to imagine you having. He was polished and shiny as usual, which felt oddly comforting to you at that moment.

When you first met Din, you remember how uncomfortable you felt looking at him. Not because you were intimidated or scared, though, you might have occasionally been at the time, but because you were forced to look at your own reflection much more often than you had ever been used to. The hut you lived in prior to traveling with Din didn’t have any mirrors or overly reflective surfaces, and you only ever really saw yourself when you glimpsed your reflection on the surface of the well that everyone got their drinking water from. Your reflection in Din’s armor is much sharper, much more unforgiving. It had been alarming to you for longer than you would have expected after first meeting him.

Now though, as the edges of your vision blurred, you realized something that made your body feel warm. At least, you assume that’s why you were feeling warm. You didn’t care to think about what was happening to your body anymore as you were too focused on gingerly reaching up to grip Din’s elbow. He was moving so quickly, if he would just slow down you could enjoy the fact that you barely see your reflection anymore when you look at him. You only see him now. This fully fleshed out man before you that has shown you more of the galaxy than anyone before would have even bothered. You know him. You can die knowing that you got to see Din Djarin. It feels wonderful. You want him to know how wonderful it feels.

“I can see you,” your ears registered the nearly incoherent mumbling sound of your voice. Although, you’ve reached a point where your brain seems pretty sure you’re actually just having a dream. In fact, when you wake up later, you will never remember any of this. You continue to ramble, “It’s just you. I-I’m so glad it’s you.”

He began to shush you purely on instinct, “You’re fine. I’m going to take care of this.” His words seemed instinctual as well. His tone was what gave him away. You could write a book about the sound of his voice and what it all means. How it can help you see him.

Din Djarin was utterly terrified. His tone burrowed into your stomach and caused the warm feeling to bubble and turn sour. His tone did that, not the blaster wound. You’ve never felt more compelled to comfort him. How could anything be wrong when he was right there and you didn’t even feel the pain anymore?

“Din, it’s okay,” you squeeze his elbow to get his attention, but you’re unsure if you’re even strong enough at this point for him to feel it, “I feel safe. I just see you.”

“Mesh’la, please,” you don’t know what he was begging for. “I have to fix this. We’re leaving soon I promise. We shouldn’t have even come. I’m sorry. I don’t know- I- I’m going to fix this.”

The frenzy of his hands pulled at your attention. Looking down, you thought for a moment that Din had put his gloves back on, but soon realized that his hands were coated in a layer of your blood. You were becoming more aware of the fact that you couldn’t seem to blink away the blur in your vision anymore.

You needed him to slow down.

“I can’t!” Din was close enough that you could hear the panic coming from under his helmet. You hadn’t noticed that you had said that aloud and that both of your hands were grabbing at his while he tried to apply a bacta patch. Your wound was still bleeding too much, making it so that the patch wasn’t sticking correctly.

You and Din both knew that you had used the last of the bacta shots for a leg wound that he had gotten two weeks ago. He was supposed to pick up more shots on the last planet you were on, but the vendor was charging an abnormally large amount causing Din to decide that it would be better to wait and work through the easier bounties before finding a cheaper salesman.

Now this patch was the only form of bacta on the ship and, no matter how Din tried, it wouldn’t stick.

As you gently gripped his blood soaked hands, he let out a sob.

You began to shush him purely on instinct.

The child wailed from the bunk.

Din’s head shot up immediately. “He can help you,” you thought you heard him say. You were too happy about the fact that his hands had stopped moving and that you didn’t register his movement until both of those hands had moved to either side of your face, cradling you in a way that was gentle yet utterly desperate. His helmet was almost fully pressed to your forehead. He had never been this close to you. Right then, you think you were okay with dying.

“He’s going to help you,” This time as he said it, his hands forced themselves to slip away and his forehead to push away from yours as he stood and disappeared down the ladder.

Out of everything that happened, this was the most painful. While you don’t remember, Din will never forget the sound that tore from you as he disappeared from your side. Given the state you were in, your very fuzzy and disoriented mind jumped to the conclusion that he wasn’t coming back and you were about to die right there, alone. It was entirely nonsensical, but your whole body was shaking from the way you were sobbing by the time Din was back by your side with the child no more than 15 seconds later.

The child did not hesitate to close his eyes and reach out for your stomach as Din turned to focus on calming you down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mesh’la. He can fix this. Everything is going to be okay. I’m sorry.” His hand, still covered in blood, soothed your hair off of your clammy forehead. He positioned himself so that your head was resting in his lap. The movement allowed you to notice the child.

You smiled softly at him and reached to rub one of his ears. Din gently stopped you and you let out a soft confused whine from the back of your throat. “Let him work, mesh’la. He’s going to save you.”

You were only partially able to take in Din’s words at this point. You choked out, “He’s safe.”

“You kept him safe. You always keep him safe. You did such a good job, sweet girl.” If you weren’t dying and your blood wasn’t rushing through your ears as if you were drowning in an ocean, you might actually think Din was crying. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to keep you safe now. You’re going to stay with us and we’re going to leave this planet soon and you’re going to be fine.”

That tired smile spread on your face again as you tried to focus on the only two things that have ever truly mattered to you. “My boys.”

You were so happy you were with your boys.

The soft smile stayed on your face as you closed your eyes and, finally, went to sleep.

#din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #pedro pascal #angst

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 5 months

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I’ve been getting into life is strange and I was always curious. What if Mark Jefferson had a daughter and they moved because his wife just left him a note and ran off. His anger comes out and destroys the apartment. He manipulates his kid when this happens, wanting to maintain the little control he has. They move to Arcadia Bay and his kid adjusts well considering. Then he takes Nathan under his wing to help get his hobby going. Then he finds out that Nathan has been taking photos of his daughter when she’s not looking…….serial killer side of him comes out and makes it very clear to Nathan his daughter is off limits from their little hobby.

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omg I really love the last sentence of this

I mean- I love all of this, but-

I know that it would be better if I would write an oneshot of this, but the last time when I did the same thing with a promised oneshot, the work was... pretty bad-

I hope you don't mind it! ^^"

Btw I'm happy about you're planning to join to the LiS community, or at least you're curious/interested about it! Unfortunately in my social group there aren't really people who knows the fandom, so I'm always happy about new fans! ^^

And sorry bc I didn't answer this inbox, I just wanted to get done with the Welcome Home headcanons :")

Anyway, in these hcs I will be a bit negative about Mark, but I still love him -//w//-

(I'm actually planning to write more x readers about him-)

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff and definitely not fluff, dad moments, Mark is not the greatest father, there's also my thoughts in this, pls forgive him, this is not x reader, (bad) father-daughter realtionship, no pronouns used, but the reader is female, spelling mistakes, mention of kidnapping, mention of the Dark Room

Fandom: Life is Strange (1)

Charcter(s): Mark Jefferson, Mark's daughter|You| (Y/N) | The Reader, Nathan Prescott (mentioned), Warren Graham (mentioned), Max Caulfield (mentioned), Rachel Amber (mentioned)

Ship(s): Warren Graham x Reader (ex.), Nathan Prescott x Reader (ex.), Max Caulfield x Reader (ex.)

Type: Headcanons

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𝐈𝐟 (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫… (𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬)

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𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Hayloft by Mother Mother

(A.n: 'Cause this is the next on my playlist and I love it so much lol)

“My daddy's got a gun

You better run”

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Oki, let's start with some sweet ones:

• If he's not tired, then prepare for breakfast in bed

• "Did you sleep good, hon?"

• morning kisses 🥺❤

• while you cry on him, he would gently caress you

• "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart."

Now, some serious stuff:

• He wouldn't be the greatest father tho, I think

• still, I think he would be protective about his daughter

• 'cause of his hobby and about boys in general lol

• Seriously I think he would feel safer if you would chose girls instead

• but it's your choice ofc

• He will definitely talk about his job and of photography ofc

• If his daughter not interested, then he won't push it

• ofc, he will be a bit bitter

• but he understands it

• Although, he will mention or talk about it just a bit sometimes

• But if you are interested in photography

• be prepared that photography will be you two's first or at least second topic

• he's a real teacher, so you won't have problem to learn from him

• Actually I think he would be happy about that there's something that you both can talk about

• (at least the suspense will be less from you, and it helps him to keep you away from his crazy hobby)

• Don't mention Mom.

• You will see him less more, when you are old enough to be left alone

• He comes home late, and he does this more often

• "Dad?" you asked unsurely when he picked up the phone. You were worried, so you choose to give him call. Is teaching lasts this long? "Where are you?"

"Oh... Daddy's working right now, sweetheart. I promise, I will be home soon, okay?"

And he kept saying this after hours and hours.

• Get used to that you will be alone for a long time

• He will ask you teasingly about if you like someone

• but the real reason is that he wants to know who he has to deal with

• his reactions depends on the person

• If the person is Nathan (who is his... well, let's say partner of those insane things), he will be definitely more protective and will keep an eye on both of you for a long time

• deadly and serious threats ahead, if he still won't leave you alone

• he will be potective because he knows Nathan very well and the crimes that himself he commited, and other side bc he's a father and he wants to keep his beautiful daughter safe

• But if the person would be for example Max, he would be more relaxed

• (He would even think trough her kidnapping. There's a chance that he won't hurt her. Even if it's hard for him to conntrol his sick addiction)

• He still tests her if she's good enough for you, but he will be more easier on her

• OR let's say the person is Warren-

• "The geek?"

"Dad!"

• He doesn't know that much about him

• and bc of this he will definitely test him

• I mean he doesn't mind that you're with smart boys

• but you know, he has to make sure

• Now, I think we're almost there at the end of these hcs-

• You sat in the can uncomfortably. You tried to make yourself comfortable, but it didn't help.

"So, was the test okay?" you heard you father next beside you.

You nodded, even if you knew that he doesn't see you 'cause he's focusing on the road.

"Dad?" You spoke unsurely, don't know how to say out loud your thoughts.

"Yes, sweetie?" He glanced at you with a kind smile on his face, but it dissapeared when he saw how stressed you were. "What's wrong, honey?"

You tried to swallow the nervousness, but it was worthless and didn't help at all.

"So, you know those Rachel Amber missing posters? They're almost everywhere."

Mark could feel how his heart skipped a beat. Now he started to feel nervous as well.

"Yes, dear?" Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.

"Did you know her?"

He let out a small sigh. He didn't want that his daughter notice that he's nervous. He tried to act calmly.

"No, sweetheart." he spoke as he hid away the frustration in his voice.

"Okay." you said quietly. You sounded convinced.

He carefully glanced at you again.

"Are you scared?"

There was a couple of seconds until you answered.

"Maybe... I don't wanna imagine what terrible things those people did to her. But my mind keep distracting me, even if I don't want to think about it."

You could feel the gentle touch of his warm hands.

"Don't worry, hon. I'll keep you safe."

And with that you were convinced that your dad is there and you're more than safe with him.

• Why would he be a bad father?

I think his psychotic hobby would be more important to him than his own daughter. He would be definitely overprotective about you, but also he wouldn't be there for you. Like there's no movie night, cause again, he has things to do in the Dark Room.

Yes, he would care about his daughter, he would also be a good listener, but you rarely meet him. He wouldn't be there for you when you need him.

I don't think he would hurt his daughter physically, but don't test him. He's enough stressed about his victims.

And he would pay too much attention about keeping you safe.

From his hobby, from Nathan, from everything.

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darkittensniper · 2 months

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Hellooooooooooo, Mother!🙇‍♀️😌

I am humbly- not so humbly. I’m so thirsty- asking you for that one cassandra x Donna thought we had….because…we starving when it comes to this ship

Please, Mother, feed us feed me! I’m your fav-

I FUOAKIN LOVE your works. But ofc especially Cassandra x Donna🙇‍♀️ because good soup

That…sleeping one…you teased…please. Pretty please? I’ll even leave your vases alone for a day pleaaaaaaase MOTHERRRRRR!🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

The cig break I had to take after writing this should fucking illegal.

Firstly Yes hello yes daughter. MY FAVORITE DAUGHTER. MY ONLY WONDEFUL AMAZING SMART CHILD! I have heard you and have arrived once again to deliver the food. *slams down massive ass plate* Ok so lets start with the basics. I have no right to say I had any control of this one shot once I started writing it. It took me on some twist and turns but I think I got across the what you wanted. (Cass getting touched on by Dark Donna while she is sleeping) My HC's for Dark Donna go wild and i aint sorry. More mutant and multi armed Donna yes pls...

Hope you enjoy it @muffinsin

The teacup fell from frigid fingertips, shattering completely along the polished wood floor. Cassandra’s hand loosened enough for it to have dropped. Porcelain covered in the finely ground root that had been added to this evening’s tea. An unspoken rule between the two women, Donna brewed Cassandra a special tea. Cassie knew it would make her rather sleepy, due to the Golden Pothos leaves that had been added to the lavender tea. The Lord knew Cassandra would have refused to drink the tea if she didn’t want to be taken advantage of while she slept.

Lord Beneviento found much to enjoy when her little doll was like this. She stood just shy of their shared bed; the covers having been removed. Leaving just the black satin sheets. Skin the color of the finest alabaster in stark contrast with the sheets. Dark brown hair lay fanned out underneath the huntress’s head. Her eyes were closed, mouth agape slightly. Revealing small yet deadly top fangs. The Lord reached down and angled her thumb along her lover’s bottom lip. Just light enough to were her eyelids fluttered, but did not open. It drew a shudder from the lithe Lord. The veil over Donna’s face moved ever so gently from her rather labored breathing. Just looking over the smaller women’s sleeping form made Donna’s spine cramp. The lull of her stomach as it rose and fell. The swell of her breast, the giving fat teasing the Lord. The dark patch of hair between her legs, glistening with the start of her arousal. Strong muscle strapped thighs, each as supple as they were thick. One hand dangled over the side of the bed, the one that dropped the cup. The other lay along her stomach, fingers fanned out over the raised muscle of her abs.

The veins in the Lords hands danced along the extensor tendons as she flexed them. Drawing her thumb along Cassandra’s top lip, pulling it back to bare her teeth. A small groan left the Lord as she eased her tall frame down next to her women. Her mourning dress pulled up around her hips as she straddled Cassandra’s naked thighs. A small grunt leaving Cassie’s

The brown-haired women's abs felt like heaven, just enough brawn to press against black silk panties. Yet enough soft give of fat to make the Lord bite her lip as her hips bucked on their own. Another flutter of Cassandra's eyelids, long beautiful eyelashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. An sharp inhale, taking the scent of her women into her nose. Even through the powerful lull of this induced sleep, the feral part of the hunter’s instincts could never be fully dulled.

Cassie smelled the finest fragrance of wildflowers and the natural musk of her lover’s arousal.

Donna, utterly enraptured in the sight before her, the veil opening capturing just enough for her wondering eye to have time to appreciate all she saw. Taking Cassandra's sleeping form in sections, capturing each like a photo still. Imprinted and etched. Burned and seared into her memory. The sweet torture of being able to remember her like this at a whim made a small whimper leave the larger woman. Each detail would never be lost on Lord Beneviento, her obsession for her lover wouldn't allow such a thing. Her spine cramped again, this time the sheer need to have dead cold flesh in her hands, holding more life than anything the Lord had ever beheld. In the ice cold reaches of cream-colored skin Donna found a blazing inferno.

Nails painted the color of the darkest ichor stood proud along the brawn of Cassandra's neck. Fingers honed and practiced. Long, slim and astoundingly dexterous, each individually pressed right where the Lord wanted. Palms pressed feather light along the smooth column of her lover’s throat.

The Lord squeezed.

Only along the sides of her lover’s neck, pressure alone. No need to crush her women’s windpipe. She wanted to hear her nightingale sing for her this night. The response was instant, a perfect sleep painted groan left the brown-haired women. Donna's veil fluttered in the still air as a soundless exhale left her. Veins danced along the doll makers hands as she squeezed again, this time taking the blunt end of her nails to the frigid skin under them. Lips, void of their usual bloodily appearance parted as another, be it louder groan left Cassies mouth. Sandstone colored eyes flitted under closed lids, a few flies broke off from her cheek and landed on Donna's hand. Drawing the silver-colored eye away from her prize to land on the insects on her left hand. They were sluggish but intent to make themselves known, mouthparts quickly drawing blood.

The Lord didn't flinch, watching as a small rivulet of black blood leaked down her hand, wrapping around her wrist only to drop down on Cassandra's collarbone. The air was permeated with the raw copper smell of the Lord’s blood, drawing a sleepy growl from Cassie. Her nose along with her flies had tasted their prize. Yet the effects of the tea were just strong enough to keep the smaller women affected. The Lord’s eye twitched at the reddening skin from where her ladies’ flies had bitten her.

Had Donna given permission to taste her blood?

Like a switch, the Lord’s was deftly agile when she needed. She less moved, more appeared next to the bed again. A cold patience, one Lord Beneviento always carried around her, had been tested. Tested in a way that needed a swift end. Cassandra’s flies, sensing more than feeling the change of demeanor, flying lazily back to her face and returning to the smooth alabaster of her cheek. The Lord went about positioning her doll on the bed. Invisible, writhing arms coming from Donna’s back. Each strong and just as deadly as the ones who lay clasped in front of her. The red bites along her left hand had stopped bleeding but the actual process of healing them would take time. Having marred the Lord’s perfect skin without her permission.

The indent of the phantom fingers along toned legs made Donna shiver. An extension of herself, she felt every inch of cold supple skin through those hands. They were her hands after all, just unseen. Two spreading her lovers’ legs, two clasping Cassandra’s arms and pulling them above her head. Successfully pining her little doll to the bed. The final set laying claim to her hips, pressing into the cold skin until it bruised the pale skin. Cassie groaned; eyes fliting open for a spilt second from the brazen pain. Donna’s many pairs of arms kept the vice grip on her lover, though her body went ridged next to the bed. The thought of almost waking her sleeping women excited her. Under the flowing black material of the dresses hems lithe well-muscled thighs were clamped together. The friction it caused felt delightful, along with the all the other various stimuli she was getting from the many limbs coming from the Lord’s back. It only added to the itch at Donna brain that could only be scratched by the sleeping form of her lady. The hunter felt the phantom limbs holding her down, the dreamscape she wadded through left much of the sensations fleeting as best. Having to chase down the feeling, only for it to slip from her grasp. Starting the chase all over again. She. Loved. This.

Donna gave Cassie just what she wanted, her body already more than willing to be explored. Hands along the smaller women’s hips, lifting just enough for Donna to see just how Cass had started to leak, slicking clinging to her ever so pretty pussy lips. Using her own hands the Lord removed her veil from her head, the flushed face hidden under bared to the room. Silver colored scar tissue, casting forth a shimmering like that of an iridescent moon. The smile on the Lords face only grew as the scared flesh came alive, leaving room for wickedly sharp teeth and the writhing mass to grow. The right side of the Lord’s face also grew many more teeth than should have been housed inside. The smile splitting her features, what snaked out of her mouth couldn’t be called a tongue. The appendage itself was split right down the middle, making two wiggling tongue like muscles. Each dripping with a very special mix of different fluids.

Donna again, appeared before the foot of the bed, its height only making to just shy of the tops of the Lord’s knees. Towering not only above mattress, but also above Cassandra. If only yellow eyes had opened in that spilt second. Maybe the hunter would have noticed the nefarious glint in the Lord’s eye. The absolutely manic look lurking just under the dead calm awash in her eye.

Unhinged would not even be cutting it close to all the dark thoughts running rampant in the Lord’s mind. All of Cassandra at her mercy. Only madness itself could comprehend the bond these two women shared. Veil dropped from fingers dusted with growing talons of their own. Cassie’s arms flexed, legs much the same. Still chasing sensations in her dreamscape. Body unfolding before her Lord, silently begging. A hunter begging to be turned into the rightful prey she was before Donna Beneviento.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine-mine mine mine.”

The word repeated like a mantra. Echoing from a mouth that should not have been able to produce any. The twin serpent like tongues growing in not only length but girth as well. Intertwining with each other as they each drew closer to the molten heat between Cassandra’s legs. Window frost-like patterns formed and danced over the scar tissue along the left side of the Lord’s face. Painting emotions the Lord could never speak aloud, never find the right words to describe the feeling of unraveling before Cassandra. Letting herself, her true self go forth and devour just what fed this dark fascination.

The keening noise that left Cassies’ mouth was nothing short of the sound of a universe being born. It drew not only a wail wrapped with pleasure, but also the unfounded loss of her dreamscape. Jolted out of the recesses of her subconscious. A subconscious controlled by none other than Donna herself, weaving her very will into it. The same way the glistening twin appendages weaved their way inside of both smaller women’s holes. The Lord could secrete a certain enzyme from the ridge covered glands along the underside of the tongues. Ones that were tailored just for her little doll here. Her own personal aphrodisiac, one that took hold instantly.

Eyelids snapping open as hazy yellow eyes met the outside world again. Trying to focus on anything long enough. Failing in truly spectacular fashion. Her attention snatched from her very soul as she felt pressure, the sweet ache awarded her whenever her Lord took her like this. Each time somehow more wonderous than the last time. Even with most of the Lords lower jaw having been overtaken by the wriggling fleshy dark matter that made up the mutation. Seeing Donna like this, primal and in her natural form made little else matter to Cassandra. Each thrust driving home just how much Donna owned her. Controlled her. A dogged want to possessive every iota of this women.

The waterwall behind the mist covered manor could not drown out the tortured cries of pleasure as Cassandra was ravaged beyond comprehension. Each time Donna curled the appendages deep inside her women, the skin stretching to accommodate the bulging mass of tongue like flesh deep inside of her womb. Six hands going unseen but most defiantly not unfelt pinning the hunter to the bed, forcing her to only lay there and take it all. Not that Cassandra would want it any other way.

If the power the Lord wielded could dethrone a ‘God’ if she merely willed it, what hope would her precious little doll have against her? Creating beautifully terrifying nightmares, Donna was the specialist. Giving all she knew her women could take, tasting her insides with revere. She would never ger enough to each pitiful beg for mercy, knowing if Cass truly wanted mercy she would swarm. Yet she stayed, a panting sweat covered mess. Voice hoarse and used as the two women stared at each other. The larger of the two still standing as stoic still at the end of the bed, hands clasped in front of her.

Sometimes not even a finger needed to be lifted for the Lord to get ‘just’ what she wanted.

#cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #Dark Donna #My HC for Dark Donna #Yes... yes you counted right #Dark Donna has an additional three sets of arms and hands #I think my Donna is turning into CreepyPasta Donna #Consensual sleepy tea drinking #DonnaXCassandra #one shot #resident evil #re8 village #re8 donna #re8 cassandra

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Tune-up Pt. 2

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut!! Sexual tension! Fingering! Cockpit sex! Degrading! Swearing!

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Summary: The Armorer's forge is malfunctioning and she needs a new part, so Din calls on Y/n so she can have a look at it. Unfortunately the part they need is rare, she knows where one is but it's extremely expensive. So she decides that she'll steal it from the owner, but she can't go alone. She'll need muscle, and Paz Vizsla is more than happy to accompany her.

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It has been a year and four months since the Mandalorians came to Y/n's hanger for repairs, now here she was getting a message from Din.

"What?" She asked. "You don't come back to Zikos for a damn year, and now your calling me up and asking me to fix some shit?"

"You're the only person I trust with the location of the covert." Din replied.

There was only silence on Y/n's end, she hasn't left her planet in a long time and she never does drop-in fixes. She tapped her fingers on her control panel and sighed.

"Okay, send me the coordinates. I'll be there as soon as I can, and this better not be some horseshit....fuckin....thing that isn't in dire need to be repaired or I'll kill you."

She ended the communication and leaned back in her chair. Y/n went over to her bed, pulling out a bag and throwing some clothes in. She went out into the hanger and threw some tools and supplies she'll need to fix whatever it was that needed fixin.

Y/n was about to head out the door when she heard a few beeps from B-3.

"I need you to hold shit together until I get back. I don't know when that's gonna be but try and keep this place clean and working. I love you guys!" She yelled to him and the rest of her many droids.

Y/n opened the door to her rather large ship, walking inside and setting down her bags of tools and clothes. She got in the cockpit and started it up, the rumble was smooth thanks to her always taking care of her ship.

"Why can't people take better care of their things?" She asked nobody. "I mean....do they like paying me?"

Y/n punched in the coordinates and made her way out of the atmosphere. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair, remembering the last time she saw Din, there was that big Mando with him. What was his name?....

"Paz Vizsla." The memory of his voice passing through her mind.

"It's been a year, he's probably found a woman....a Mandalorian woman...." The thought made her sigh.

She smiled up at the ceiling of her ship. "You should've seen I'm, Girl. He was big...not like you but he was still big. He had blue armor and this huge fuckin blaster cannon that made me wanna just...."

Y/n trailed off, biting her lip.

"I wonder what that body looks like under all that armor....."

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Din stood at the entrance of the cave waiting for Y/n, she should've been here by now. Bo Katan walked out and looked up at the sky.

"Not here yet?" She asked.

"Nope."

"Are you sure she's coming?"

"She said she was." Din sounded more than disappointed.

Suddenly the sound of boots on sand was heard coming around the corner, Bo and Din quickly pulled out their blasters and pointed it at the person.

Y/n held up her hands and tilted her head.

"Really!? I can't fix it if I'm dead!" She yelled. "What is it anyway?"

Bo and Din looked at each other and put their blasters away. They waved her over and began walking into the covert.

"Oh! So now I get the silent treatment? What is this mystical...fuckin...hush hush...secretive...fuckin...fly half way across the galaxy to fix some unknown rickety ol' piece of shit!?"

Her voice carried through the covert right over to Paz, he chuckled when he heard her yelling.

"She's here." He said.

The Armorer nodded and kept messing around with her closet of hammers and different tools.

Bo, Y/n, and Din entered the small cavern. Her gaze landed on Paz, making her heart race. Din pointed at the forge and led Y/n over to it.

"You're fuckin with me right?" She asked.

Din shook his head.

"Did you try turning it on?" The sarcasm in her voice made Bo hold back a laugh.

"Can you fix it?" Din asked.

"What's wrong with it?" She turned to the Armorer. "You look like you basically crawled out of this fuckin thing, what seems to be the trouble with it?"

The Armorer made her way over. "It won't turn on."

"Shit." Y/n cursed.

"Don't tell me you already know what's wrong with it." Bo said.

Y/n sat on the rock floor of the cavern, she popped the siding off of the forge. She pulled out some wires and more paneling and finally ripped out a black cube that was partially melted.

"How old it this forge exactly?"

"I do not know." The Armorer said. "Why?"

"Well because, what we got here is a 7/1K-90-TX1."

Din huffed. "Which is?"

"Mando, this isn't any old piece of hardware. This is an extremely rare part, I doubt you'll be able to find one in this quadrant."

"What about you?" Bo asked.

"Me?" Y/n tapped her foot and looked between The Armorer and Bo. Then her gaze fell on Din, he had his head tilted and he was standing kinda sideways.

"Don't look at me like that." She said.

"Can you get one?"

Y/n stared at him for a good six seconds before taking a deep breath.

"It's in a dangerous area, it's expensive, and the guy who is selling it is a real....and I the kindest way....a real fuckin asshole!"

"Y/n, can you get it?" Din repeated.

"Who's paying for it? You?"

"Who says you have to pay for it?"

"Oh no! No! No! No! You said I was supposed to come here and fix something not come here, look at something, then go somewhere else and steal the part for it, then come back and fix it!" She yelled.

Din shifted to lean on his other leg and crossed his arms over his chest. Y/n knew he wasn't gonna let her leave unless she agreed to do it. Suddenly she struck upon a brilliant idea, she could ask for someone to go with her.

"I'm not going alone." Y/n said. "Ill need muscle just in case I get into a jam, preferably someone who is strong, big...can handle themselves in a fire fight..."

The Armorer turned to the larger Mandalorian.

"Paz Vizsla, Would you be willing to accompany her on her journey?" She asked.

Y/n chuckled. "I wouldn't call it a journey, it's just a quick run to get a part."

Paz straightened up, he looked over at Y/n.

"I'll go."

"Splendid!" Y/n basically shouted. "We're taking my ship because I don't trust whatever has been left to rust on that beach."

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Y/n sat in the piolets chair while Paz stood in the doorway of the cockpit, she typed in the coordinates and turned to face him.

"Well don't you look delicious just standing there." She teased.

Paz was stunned by her comment, he tilted his head and leaned against the door frame. Y/n got out of her chair and slowly made her way to him, her eyes ran marathons across his body making him stiffen up.

"Why are you so tense big boy? Are you used to the girls that you can't see? The ones that are so afraid of your station that they cant speak their minds?" She asked.

Y/n pressed her hand between his legs, feeling just how hard she's gotten him.

"I'm not afraid." She whispered.

Y/n smiled when she heard his breath hitch through his helmet.

"You're really not used to the playful type are you, Vizsla?"

"No." His response was quick, and it sounded almost impatient.

"I think your deprived of a woman's touch, it's made you weak."

He suddenly stood up straight, towering over her. Paz pushed her against the wall and dragged his hand over her body, drawing a whimper from her.

"Not so playful now are you?" He growled. "All talk until your trapped like prey."

Paz moved closer, his helmet right against her ear.

"Because that's all you are, prey."

He pressed his knee between her legs and ground into her, Y/n gasped at the sudden movement and gripped his biceps.

"What's the matter?" He asked. "Too much?"

"I-....P-please."

"Where's that sarcastic tone, huh?"

Paz replaced his knee with his hand and began rubbing against her clothed pussy. Her jaw went slack and a sinful moan left her mouth, making Paz chuckle.

"Good girl." He whispered. "Learn who's in control."

He pulled his cock from his flight suit and took hold of her hand, guiding her to stroke him. She whimpered at the meer girth of him, swiping her thumb over the tip and spreading his precum as lubricant.

Paz suddenly removed her trousers, hoisted her up onto his hips and pressed her hard against the wall. He watched her reaction as he slowly slid his fingers into her, pumping them at a quick pace. Paz curled his thick digits, and stared teasing her clit with his thumb.

"You like that, Mesh'la?"

Y/n gripped his shoulders attempting to keep herself stable. She buried her face in his neck, crying out when her first orgasm his and her hot fluid ran down his fingers.

Y/n felt his cock at her entrance, her hold on him tightened and she prepared herself.

"Are you ready, little one?" He asked.

"Mm-hm."

"I need to hear you say it."

"Y-yes....Please, I need you."

Paz smirked, he had her wrapped around his finger. She has put on that tough act from day one and now here she was just about begging for his cock.

Y/n bit his shoulder as he thrusted into her hard, the feeling spread through her entire body and made her almost scream. Paz rubbed her back and held her close, easing her through it.

"You're such a good girl. You take my cock so well, Mesh'la."

Paz finally started deep slow thrusts, hitting all the right spots. He ran his fingers through her hair, making a fist. Y/n groaned and let her hands roam his large form, just wanting more of him.

"F-fuck! I- ahh! Paz..." Y/n arched her back, their chests pressing together. "Oh god...I'm gonna-"

She was cut off by Paz suddenly pulling out, he led her further into the cockpit and pressed her front half down onto the control panel. Paz lined himself back up and thrusted in once more, making Y/n grip the edge of the panel.

He rutted into her hard, teasing her clit and whispering filthy things in her ear, pushing her closer and closer to her release.

"Who's my pretty little slut?" He growled.

"Mmm."

He gripped her shoulder and slammed back into her hard, making Y/n bite her lip and moan.

"Who?"

"M-me. I am....oh god- please don't stop!"

Paz snaked his large hand around her neck and squeezed, with his other he quickened his pace against her clit.

Y/n's head fell to the control panel, her orgasm hitting her making her cry out. She pressed back against him, Paz leaned forward to where his chest was rested on her back. He growled, spilling his warm release into her. Riding out his high, Paz kept up deep slow thrusts.

"Good little pet...." He whispered.

Paz sat in the piolets chair, pulling her onto his lap. He pushed her legs open so she was on display for whoever decided to fly past. Paz's fingers slid down to her clit, rubbing tight slow circles.

Y/n was still dazed from her orgasm, she turned her head and gave him a confused look.

"Wha-"

She was interrupted by the dark chuckle that came from behind his helmet.

"Oh, we aren't finished yet."

THE END ❤️

Should I do a Part 3?

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x fem!reader #paz vizsla x female reader #paz vizsla smut #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandolorian x you #the mandalorian x you #the mandaloria/reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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trickstarbrave · 5 months

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I WROTE MORE!!! YAYYYY

vivi and steren finally escape :> ready to start their lives over somewhere else~

and the brothel madam is uhhhh not gonna get out of this one.

vivienne belongs to @mulberrycafe (go read vivi's story pls)

The moments between imprisonment and freedom were tense and stressful, Steren’s hands trembling.

Vivienne had come in, as planned, killing Steren’s client after his own and carefully dressed Steren before covering the mark on his forehead with makeup. But they weren’t in the clear yet; it would be conspicuous to leave together when most people entered and exited the brothel alone, so they had to wait.

Vivienne left first, as per Steren’s insistence. He’d lied, convincing Vivienne the one to leave first was the most likely to be caught, and luckily Vivienne had believed him. In truth, Steren knew the last one out would be the most likely to be caught. Honestly, he had never missed recall and intervention more than he did right now, being too weak to cast a proper spell. Still though, he didn’t want to be caught; freedom was so close he could practically taste it, but Vivienne came first for now. Steren was strong enough to endure, Vivienne was someone soft and kind in spite of all the suffering he’d been subjected to for things he couldn’t control.

The collar around his neck had never felt more heavy as he waited, body and face mostly covered. He was counting down the seconds, before finally getting up from the parlor room to head out the door, after a few others filed out.

Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. It was risky--very, very risky. A thought tickled the back of his mind: what if Vivienne left him behind? He could have gotten too antsy, running to the docks without him.

Steren could hear the brothel madam yelling at the two of them to hurry up for their next clients, banging on the walls. Steren had just enough magicka to lock them before they hurried out, which would keep her distracted for a few minutes as she cursed and swore and looked for the keys on her keyring. He put all of his energy into walking correctly, not limping and hissing in pain.

Finally, in the alley they had planned to meet, he felt some of the anxiety melt off him as he nearly collapsed into Vivienne.

“I’ve got you…” Vivienne cooed. “C’mon, just a bit more. Can you do it?”

Steren nodded, his voice hoarse. “I can just… Let me lean on you a bit.” The brothel madam was still swearing and cursing, saying she would beat them black and blue when she got in there, as they went down alleyway after alleyway to the main strip.

“Excuse me--is this ship headed for Solstheim? Or Skyrim?” Vivienne asked a captain who was getting ready to set sail.

“Ah, we are heading for Skyrim, yes. If you stay on long enough we can also take you to the Illiac Bay--” The captain took a look at Steren who was sweating from exertion and anxiety. “Your friend here alright?”

“I drank too much.” Steren lied, before giving a lopsided grin. “But we’ve already missed the last ship heading out here and need to head to Skyrim for work.”

“Ah, I see.” the captain laughed heartily. Vivienne pulled out a bag of gold, plopping it in his hands. He looked at it, whistling, slightly, before ushering them both on board. “Don’t let the drunkard make a mess of my ship!” He hollered at them.

“I-I wont!” Vivienne reassured, before rushing them into their cabin after asking for a few directions.

“Oh gods--” Steren hissed, finally laid out on his hammock.

“I’m sorry,” Vivienne apologized, before Steren cupped his cheek.

“It’s not your fault, Vivi.” Steren smiled the best he could despite the pain. “It’s the damn poison--” He groaned again. The poison plus the injuries inflicted on him from customers had really done him in tonight, but if they didn’t flee immediately he was nervous one of those councilors was actually going to kill him. If it wasn’t for the collar being in the way, they would have strangled him a lot time ago, though they nearly suffocated him on other things as well.

There was a knock at their cabin door and the two of them tensed up. After a moment, Vivienne hesitantly spoke. “C-come in.”

One of the crewmates came in with a potion bottle in hand.

“Give this to your drunk friend,” He said, lingering in the doorway but not looking at them with suspicion in the slightest. “We’ll be setting sail any minute. It’s a healing potion which should hold him over.” The crewmate then pointed to the corner. “And if he does hurl, have him do it in a bucket at least. Your job to clean it.”

“T-Thank you.” Both of them were relieved as he left. It looked like no one knew they were here yet, and soon they would be out of Morrowind for good.

“Here,” Vivienne pressed the potion to his lips, letting Steren drink. It was such a relief as it immediately hit his sore throat, some of the pain quickly fading.

“Ah, Azu--” He cut himself off. Normally he would say ‘Azura’s mercy’, but the Lady of Twilight had no mercy for him anymore. She was the one who subjected Steren to this treatment, after all. “Thank you.” He said instead, smiling. “It’s a start… Once I finally get the damn poison out of my system and rest, I’m sure I’ll be better in no time.”

The ship began moving, the anchor raised and sails down as the rocking few more intense as they moved out of the bay. Vivienne caught himself on the wall, before Steren moved slightly.

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, hoping Vivienne would say yes. If not, he would be happy just knowing they were free, even as Vivienne explored the ship. But, much to his delight, Vivienne quickly climbed into the hammock beside him, letting Steren wrap an arm around him.

“We’re free…” Vivienne whispered as the two rocked gently from the waves. Steren smiled again, nuzzling into his hair.

“We’re free.” Steren whispered back, security in his voice. “We never have to go back there ever again.”

As much as this was punishment by Azura, Steren was happy he just wasn’t alone. There was much to be thankful for, after all, in spite of all he suffered. His parents were, at least in this world, alive and happy and in love, clueless to his suffering. Steren wouldn’t know how he would live with himself knowing his father’s ghost was watching him go through that in the brothel, after all. Instead he was probably curled up comfortably in bed with his Ata, sleeping peacefully and happily.

And if she hadn’t sent him here, he would have never met Vivienne. Sweet, sweet Vivienne who took care of him for nothing in return, when he was already suffering. Who helped get him out of that hellhole, and smiled so warmly against his skin…

Before he knew it, his eyes slowly drifted shut, the pain finally fading from his senses for the first time in a long while.

Nelevi was not have a good day.

Her two best whores vanished in the night and the useless guards couldn’t find them. Absolutely infuriating on its own, but to top it off they had customers who were waiting and demanded their money back when she told them they were currently unavailable, glaring daggers at her and threatening not to come back. They had to be somewhere in the city though--it was likely Steren’s idea they run away, but because of the steady diet of poison that kept his injuries from healing and how rough his clients were, she doubted they would get far. The city was large after all; no doubt they were hiding out in some rat infested skooma den in hopes of not being discovered. Despite how much money it was losing her though, that she could deal with.

But what sent this over the edge was the Hortator showing up in broad daylight, a deadly glare in his eyes as he presented her with a ring and sword.

“Where did you get these?” The look in his eyes was bloodthirsty, and Nelevi made a note of the fact he still had Trueflame on his belt, even with a second copy in his hands.

No doubt he thought Steren was some strange imposter and had a bone to pick with him. If she had Steren she would have brought him before the hortator immediately, let him cut off his head for the blasphemy and insult that was trying to impersonate their king, and claim a reward. However, she might be able to use this to her advantage; if she said she thought he was in the city somewhere, the ordinators might be able to flush him out for her. She’d have to give up the money Steren brought in, but she could get Vivienne back at least.

“I don’t know who left them here but,” She began, spinning a few lies. “It was a customer who was here, very fond of one of my boys that I had here--pretty little thing, my poor Vivienne.” She sighed, looking distraught. “He left them here and ran without even paying the bill, and then last night Vivi was missing.” She tried to look pitiful and worried. “I don’t think they got too far, especially if he is forcing Vivienne to go with him. They’re probably still in the city, but I’ve been doing everything I could to look for the--”

“An interesting story.” Voryn Dagoth came in next, the hair on the back of her neck standing as she noticed blood on him. “The others here tell a different story.”

“What did you find?” Nerevar asked, putting the ring back on his own hand and tucking the sword away.

Voryn however, kept staring her down, rage in his eyes as he walked towards her. “You kept him here, didn’t you?”

“I-I…”

“You put a slave collar on my son and forced him to work as whore for any and every dunmer who was willing to pay to slap him around and call him by my name.”

“What?!” Nerevar’s voice rose, before he turned back at her, teeth bared.

Voryn grabbed her by the hair now, forcing her onto her knees as all the blood in her ran cold.

“Now I’ll ask you again,” Voryn had a dagger, sharp enough to draw blood just touching her skin, her whole body now trembling. “Where do you think our son is?”

“I-I don’t know!” She shouted, hoping the truth would at least spare her life. “H-he vanished last night and took that other whore with him!” She couldn’t breathe and didn’t dare look up at him. She knew she would throw up seeing his third eye glowing unnaturally down at her. “I-I had no idea Lord Dagoth, believe me, if I had known--” How could she knew Steren was their son? The Horator and Lord Dagoth couldn’t have children as far as she was concerned, and she thought the fact he looked like Voryn was a coincidence she could use to her advantage. “I-I was just following the way of the Three, you know that Lord Dagoth--”

“Stop,” Nerevar pulled Voryn’s hand and the blade away from her throat, making her shiver and gulp down air in relief.

Yes! Yes she said the right thing--of course the Hortator would acknowledge that! He was head of the new temple after all, and even if he kept the sharmat at his side for some ungodly reason, he would acknowledge that she was simply being a devout believer--

“If she wants to acknowledge the Three,” Nerevar looked down at her, his eyes devoid of light, absolutely cold, “Then so be it.” With a motion of his hands, ordinators grabbed her, beginning to tie her arms. She was in took much shock to move, let alone protest, staring in confusion. “Take her to Mournhold and lock her up.” Another shiver ran down her spine. “I’ll show her Boethiah’s wrath.”

“W-wait!” Nelevi protested now, struggling. “I was just--”

“Taking as you want, as the Three teach.” Voryn finished for her. “Yet you forgot the most important lesson--” He put his blade away, standing at Nerevar’s side. “You tried to take what belonged to someone else, yet you don’t have the power to defend that decision.” His eyes were also cold, his hand tight on the Hortator’s shoulder. “You picked the wrong target. The Three have no pity for someone with half baked ideas of their faith.”

“P-Please--!” She begged, being dragged out. “Please, I had no idea! Have mercy--”

The ordinators slammed the door, as Nerevar went to the book of customers.

“We need to round up everyone who came here,” Nerevar said, his voice and hands still trembling in rage. “Everyone who hurt Steren. Every single one.”

“We will.” Voryn nodded. “And we’ll get our little star back.”

Nerevar shoulders then shook, a few angry tears falling.

“It’s alright,” Voryn whispered. “We will find him.”

“I failed to protect him again!” Nerevar beat his fist on the table. “Azura brought him here--brought him to Morrowind and I--” He had been looking since he got word, even more hurriedly once he got his memories of that world as well.

His little star was suffering here, likely with no clue that his parents were even looking for him. And then, just as they finally caught up to him, he slipped out of their fingers again.

“You know he’s strong,” Voryn whispered, his own voice trembling. “Wherever he is, he’s safe now with his friend.” Voryn explained. “The others said the two of them were close. I’m sure we’ll find him in no time, and bring him back safe and sound.”

Nerevar wrapped his arms around Voryn tightly, still shaking, sobbing in rage and heartbreak. “And we’ll make every person who hurt him pay.” Voryn whispered, stroking his hair as he glared at the book, already spying a few familiar names of councilmen.

#vivi au #steren #steren nerevarine #vivienne dragonborn #my writing

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hekateinhell · 1 year

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What are some of your fave headcanons/meta you'd give to someone who is lestat/armand curious but doesn't know where to begin with them? (it's me, I'm the lestat/armand curious one)

I didn't realize this until it was pointed out to me, but I always tend to approach this ship/pairing from a post-canon perspective. And hear me out--given that there are entire segments of other fandoms that have zines and cons dedicated to ships that have much less to go off of--I really don't think Lestat/Armand is that big of a reach, considering the obvious? For me, it's where I get to be creative and also extremely self-indulgent (but at least I'm self-aware?).

HCs:

Initially, it would take some time for Lestat to admit to the feelings he has for Armand canonically. But he might find it easier to express his affections nonverbally through a telepathic communication here or a lingering touch there.

Armand says in TVA that Lestat "had given" Shakespeare to him and that he reads Shakespeare whenever he has a "bellyful of despair." Now, Lestat slips him little quotes he's scribbled out onto pieces of paper and hopes Armand likes them. It's equal parts romantic and melodramatic.

They'll eventually have to... communicate re: their Mutual Marius Issues™️, which will be excruciatingly painful but cathartic. Here's where they can actually start moving forward.

Gift-giving is a large part of both of their love languages and they treat it as a competition; Lestat does finally get to polish and dress Armand up the way he said he wanted to in MtD.

In that vein, physical touch and caretaking would also be love languages for them. Remember how upset Armand was when he saw Lestat lying on the church floor and noticed that his hair was left uncombed? Appearances are important to both of them, but especially to Armand who spent 300 years dusty, ragged, and unkempt underground. He would want to brush Lestat's hair every night and Lestat would let him. Lestat's the possessive one and Armand's the overprotective one.

Armand could use his powers to create soothing illusions for Lestat when he's feeling stressed re: court and/or having a PTSD moment (think of a therapeutic calming room for a child). Lestat would comfort Armand with physical embraces (like when Armand's crying and clinging to him after Marius is kidnapped in BC).

Given that they're two of the youngest ones in mortal age within their close circle (excluding Benji and Antoine), they would bond over their almost childlike innocence and wonder (and confusion) when it comes to modern mortal innovations.

Lestat admits in the PL-trilogy to liking Armand's taste in interior design, and I imagine their house would be the bougiest one out of all of the ships' by far.

The Fast-Food Meta

(one day I'll write a proper dissertation but that day will not be today)

In-text, they're both attracted to each other, they kiss and admit to loving each other (several times), and consider each other family. They have so much history and so much in common in terms of their early life traumas (abusive childhoods, religious influences). As much as they clash and contrast, they also complement each other very well.

A large part of the draw for me with this ship is how they would exist outside of the maker/fledgling power dynamic--it's something Armand avoids and Lestat craves, and it's why I think it would be such a surrender for Lestat to intimately bond with someone that he doesn't weld such a significant power advantage over. Armand's always given Lestat a fair fight and a run for his money and that's intimidating to Lestat (rightfully so, even though he can respect and appreciate it).

Even if they're unmatched physically, Armand can balance that out easily with his mental gifts and wisdom combined with his basic understanding of Lestat. Lestat can't control Armand and furthermore, he doesn't want to! The only control Lestat would ever have over Armand is what Armand would permit him to have. Think about it... Armand's fiercely independent. Marius tried and failed to beat submission into him and Santino, of course, took it to another level. But with Lestat, Louis, and (human) Daniel, it's still a choice of when and how Armand's surrendering his power.

Adding another layer to this is the telepathic connection Lestat and Armand have (something Lestat cannot have with any of his fledglings and the same goes for Armand with Marius and Daniel). I think it would be an incredibly healing experience--such a comfort and security to both of them--if they existed in a relationship where that mental link wasn't removed from the equation. It's something I love to explore whenever I write A/L (psychological dynamics are where I live). Somewhat related: Lestat has never "written" from Armand's POV the way he has Daniel's, Marius's, and Louis's. Either Armand keeps his mind locked tighter than a steel trap around him or Lestat knows better than to go there.

Lastly, Armand finally snapped and told that boy to grow up and Lestat started making an effort the very next day.

#hcs AND meta #btw i cherish you for sending this ask lmao know that. ❤️#it's my reward from the universe for *gestures wildly* and surprisingly didn't take me long to answer (i had to cut myself off)#armand #lestat de lioncourt #armand/lestat #headcanons #mildly meta #vc #you ask and hekate answers

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shadowisles-writes · 5 months

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All I have left to do is title it—which is always a challenge for me—and get copy edits back from my betas. It’s taking all my self control not to quote the entire dang fic to you right now because I’m just so excited to finally share it!

With it came a miniature figurine of a golden pegasus that pranced when exposed to direct sunlight. It now sat on the vanity next to the two ornate jewelry boxes—gilded, of course.

I just can’t wait to see all the stories getting posted. I have time off work so I’m going to try and read as many of them as possible. I was sicks and missed the event last year and I’ve spent 12 months regretting it.

Despite it being my favorite of the ACOTAR ships, I haven’t read much Elucien, so I think that’s what I’m most excited for over the next couple days. I don’t know what made me check the Elucien box on the form, but I’m so glad I did because this was an absolute pleasure to write.

Finding titles is so hard!! I just shuffle my spotify and hope it sparks an idea most of the time haha

A MAGIC PEGASUS FIGURINE???? That's so fucking cute pls I can't

Awww no you're going to have so much fun this year!! I'm super excited but still have endless hours of work before the holidays so I'm trying to get all of that done now so I can enjoy it later.

Haha I'm glad you checked it too! I can't wait to read your fic and a bunch of other stuff that will be posted soon <3

#secret santa

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dxsole · 2 years

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PLOTS/SHIP PROMPTS I AM ALWAYS DOWN FOR:

As promised, an incredibly long list of plot ideas for each of my ocs that I would love to write! There’s about 3 or more for each oc, and a lot of them can be applied to other muses as well! :3

Didi:

Your muse is a former flame of Didi that she left once she got restless and hasn’t seen in years and suddenly she’s back like nothing happened. (Could be an angsty reunion or angry or lovey dovey or whatever!)

Your muse used to live next door to Didi’s family growing up but moved before her mother died. They cross paths only to be shocked by what happened in the years they were apart. (Could be childhood rivals/friends/crushes/whatever!)

Crime!AU Didi has committed many crimes and you’re the cop/detective/hitman/mercenary sent to arrest/capture her and interrogate her and get her to turn on her employer/crew...good luck with that tbh!

Lázaro:

Your muse is a mechanic who is also a regular customer at the flower shop and they are continuously are stunned by Lázaro’s random knowledge about motorcycles. (aka. pls let him FLEX and have more friends, he’s the bestest friend)

Your muse also has a flower shop and considers Lázaro their rival but guess what? He has no clue about this rivalry and is still a beam of sunshine at your grumpy muse :3

Crime!AU Lázaro...that’s it...just let him fuck around with his gun and be a lil’ shit >:3

Jasper:

Your muse was Jasper’s academic rival in college and you’ve come to gloat about your success while his career is in ruins and...oh wait...oh no, he’s a mess....maybe...maybe you outta take care of him :/

Your muse is a psychiatrist/therapist/a good listener tbh and Jasper is prompted to...talk. Gruffly and seemingly annoyed, but he still talks.

Your muse is a baker in any capacity and makes Jasper a cake for whatever reason (new neighbor just saying hello perhaps?) and now he keeps coming around because he’s a sucker for cake :’3

85:

Your muse hires 85 to find something and the business relationship becomes personal over the months of her search. (Platonic or Romantic!)

Your muse is a detective/cop that has been chasing 85 for years and she is always two steps ahead. (Enemies to Lovers? Perhaps?)

Your muse was old friends with 85′s family at one point (perhaps knew her when they were kids!) and runs into her, only to see how broken she gets when you start chattering away about the good ol’ days :’)

Angus:

Your muse knew Angus before he became a demon.

Your muse comes across this weird giant dog on fire and decided to adopt it...said dog is Angus in his hellhound form.

Your muse gets a tattoo from Angus and he’s actually tolerable the whole time.

Anton:

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. interviewing or interrogating Anton after his arrest.

Your muse is being followed by Anton and notices it...and confronts him.,,in public. Anton, pressed against the wall, blurts he’s in love with them...things spiral out of control form there. (Please make this man be forced to date and act proper and hate every second of it)

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. and has been chasing Anton for quite some time (unaware of who he was, but knowing that a killer was on the loose!) and one day they come home to a strange man in their home claiming to be the Coney Island Slasher...he’s paid them a lil house visit >:)

Beatrix:

Your muse has released Beatrix, which is a terrible idea and now they have to deal with being an accessory to her crimes

Your muse has created a prototype robot that gets infected by Beatrix...IT’S ALIVE!!!

Your muse is a programmer attempting to shut down Beatrix but she’s...persistent...and tempting. (Will they succeed? Or become corrupted in the process? WHO KNOWS)

Brams:

Your muse is Brams latest target but they figure out he’s been watching them...and start watching back.

Your muse is another hitman sent to kill Brams and he’s a just little confused about it. There’s a gun in his face. He doesn’t like it and he will let them know.

Your muse is another hitman and friends with Brams and he confides in you that he’s fallen in love with his latest target...do they talk some sense into him or plan the wedding???

Buck:

Your muse has been attempting to con Buck as he’s attempting to con them.

Your muse’s life was ruined after being conned by Buck and now their Out For Revenge!

Your muse is a detective who has been chasing Buck and his many aliases for years and is attempting to go undercover to capture him. He picks up their plan from the start but plays along. Because he’s a dick.

Calisto:

Your muse is a scientist of some sort that is trying to study something in the Everglades and Calisto REPEATEDLY has to save you because you just apparently refuse to see the gators...or the panthers...or boars....or snakes...

Calisto gets a big stupid crush on the local wildlife vet,,,hit him up tbh...get yourself a cowboyfriend™

Vampire/Werewolf!AU Calisto is a supernatural hunter and he’s currently after your muse!

Cam:

Your muse is a theater director/writer/actor trying to convince Cam to come back to the stage (which he hasn’t done since his teen years!).

Your muse is a huge film buff and knows a lot about movies and tells Cam this and he assumes they know all about him— but they have no clue who he is and have not heard of any of his movies. He is distraught but trying SO hard to hide it.

Cam falls for your muse, someone who works on set (not an actor) and everyone’s a little stunned but he’s still following them around like a puppy...he’s an award winning actor,,,

Chet:

Your muse needs help getting rid of a body. They’re sent to Chet...who is not what they expected at all.

Your muse needs a place to stay for the night and the closest place is this Winnebago in the middle of nowhere— oh god there’s a whole 70s themed dad in there (it’s Chet. He lets you stay on his couch in the Winnebago)

Chet’s brother Knox has asked you to do him a favor and take his little brother out for a blind date...i just personally wanna see how Chet handles himself on a blind date pls god!!!

Debbie:

Your muse is Debbie’s latest mark...enjoy.

Your muse is a detective/cop who has been chasing Debbie from state to state but she gets the jump on you...aka. she’s gonna tie your muse up and do the PowerPoint Presentation™

Your muse is Debbie’s latest mark BUT HERE’S THE THING........they KNOW who she is and also, they don’t have any money anymore so they’re just stringing this poor con artist/murderess along for funsies...

Donny:

Your muse talks shit about Donny after seeing him in the ring and didn’t realize that he frequents the bar they’re in and haha lol he’s right behind them lmaoooo (cue the groveling...or a fist fight...let’s just piss Donny off!)

Your muse is a fellow boxer and rival to Donny (from afar) but now that you’re on his home turf...seeing him in action....[squidward voice] oh no he’s hot!

Your muse slept with Donny but he never called them back after but nOW THEY SEE HIM IN PUBLIC AND HOOO BOY, THEY HEATED!!! (Aka. Donny experiences consequences for his actions)

Dude:

Your muse is a waitress/waiter at the local diner. Dude clearly has the biggest, dopiest crush on them but can’t say much more than his order whenever he sees them...👉👈

Your muse is robbing the same convenience store as Dude but hE WAS HERE FIRST! [a ruckus starts]

Your muse is a criminal who was in jail at the same time as Dude which basically means you’re family now. Give your brother a hug. Take a load off in his trailer. He’ll make you some lemonade u_u

Evgeni:

Your muse is a part of Evgeni’s lil’ crew of thieves...and you’re THIEVING!!! HEIST THREAD!!!

Your muse was robbed by Evgeni and his crew and they were really bummed but then he comes back to their place with cupcakes because he felt really bad...they weren’t even very rich and they had loyalty coupons they could have used :(

Your muse is a much better thief and is attempting to teach Evgeni the ropes (mentor!!!!! :’3)

Frieda:

The Weddng Planner™ plot!!! :O

Your muse attends their 10 year school anniversary only to reunite with Frieda! Old feelings come back with a vengeance (Especially if they made a if we’re still single when we’re 30 we should get together pact!)

Your muse is a waiter and has seen Frieda somehow mess up every blind date she’s been set up on. You comfort her after every one and maybe slide her a piece of cake so she won’t cry too hard.

Gideon/Gyles:

Your muse is a fellow scientist that Gideon has confided in about Gyles. Gyles does NOT care for them at all and attempts to bite them a lot.

Your muse is a superhero/vigilante of some sort and has to deal with Gyles attacks at night...when they try and follow him in an attempt to stop him, they find out that Gyles has a mild mannered alter ego in Gideon...dun dun dun!

Your muse is dating Gideon and he’s been trying to hide Gyles existence from them by sneaking away at night for “some air” but one night Gyles takes over a little earlier because he wants to see their datemate >:3

Hank:

Your muse is a fellow/rival hacker who knows Hank online but has never met in person...until today! Mutual online pining bitch!!!

Your muse meets Hank at a comic convention! They’re both dressed as Batman u_u

Hank comes in like clockwork to the eatery your muse works at and they decide to strike up a conversation. Yes, this is the obligatory coffee shop!AU idea bUT IT’S STILL CUTE,,,DOMESTIC CHATS ARE NICE!!!

Harrison:

Your muse has a teenage child that Harrison counsels and said child raves about him and so of course you have to meet this...famous guidance counselor!

Your muse is an aspiring theater actor and Harrison becomes their mentor!

Your muse is an old flame of Harrison’s that has recently come back into his life...just as they’re both recently divorced :)

Hugo:

Your muse is an old Army buddy of Hugo’s! He deserves more friends with similar experiences!

Your muse works at a craft store and is secretly intrigued by this big, beefy, intimidating guy who keeps coming in for crocheting materials...

Crime!AU Hugo was sent to kill your muse but, for Reasons™ he just...can’t u_u

Crime!AU Hugo but he’s meant to be your muse’s bodyguard...OWO u know what’s up OWO

Iona:

Your muse starts feeding the local strays and that includes this weird woman with shiny eyes who keeps eating out of the garbage can...

Your muse is a fellow immortal that masquerades very well as human and has made friends with Iona and it attempting to teach her how to blend...better.

Your muse is also some sort of flesh eater and Iona and them stumble on the same kill...maybe they fight for it...maybe they share it like Lady & the Tramp...uwu

Jessamine:

Your muse is investigating the murders of Jessamine’s congregation and finds where she’s been hiding. And they have no backup. And she’s making them tea...evil tea.

Your muse has a crush on Jessamine and finally gets a chance to have brunch at her home...but they’re also deathly afraid of snakes and holy shit why does she have so many snakes!?

The town has a matchmaker (just a nosey, gossipy older woman who likes to pair people up for funsies!) and keeps pushing your muse to ask the sweet preacher’s daughter out and show her around town...not knowing...that Jessamine is prone to murder and all...

Kidd:

Your muse recognizes Kidd from his Missing Child posters and confronts him about it.

Your muse becomes a parental/older sibling figure for Kidd.

Your muse is an alien/associated with a Galactic Federation™ and needs to bring Kidd in...and it’s proving to be harder than initially anticipated... (yes aliens are involved in Kidd’s amnesia, no I won’t explain further :3 that’s a level 7 security clearance my dudes :3).

Knox:

Your muse is a lawyer/health inspector/concerned citizen trying to shut down Celebration Strip for MANY health code violations and other laws broken but Knox thinks he can...persuade you...with literally anything! he has it all

Your muse and Knox once made a Film™ together and are reliving the glory days...with coke. lots of coke. and bumping uglies. The works, ya know?

Your muse came too early to Celebration Strip so now you have to hang out with a hungover Knox who’s sun-tanning in a Speedo on the roof and he won’t let you leave because he’s a proper conversationalist

Lawrence:

Your muse is a detective/criminal psychologist/etc. interviewing or interrogating Lawrence after his arrest...and he’s a dick about it.

Your muse is one of the few former crushes/datemates/obsessions of Lawrence’s that wasn’t eventually killed...and they’ve just accidentally crossed paths with him again.

Your muse is a new hire of Lawrence’s and getting to know your...weird, touchy-feely, eye obsessed boss is...wild...but by god the vision insurance is excellent (and they even have dental u_u)

Leslie:

Your muse is an arrested criminal and Leslie has to do a psychiatric evaluation on them...and he’s a dick about it.

Your muse is a cop/detective that has to work with Leslie on a case. They can’t stand each other.

Your muse joins Leslie’s online hate forum...it’s basically an I Hate Ben Affleck club u_u. Please encourage his rants and his PowerPoint presentations...

Lochlan:

Your muse is a criminal that Lochlan has been chasing for years and he literally has a wall in his study dedicated to their crimes...he WILL find them!

Your muse was another officer that Lochlan hooked up with when they were both in the police academy and Oh No They Gotta Work Together On A Case :)

Your muse is a criminal and has Lochlan hostage which is actually funny because he will monologue YOU to death!!! you don’t get a villain speech, you get a Justice™ speech!!

Malachi:

Your muse is the latest capture by the Peck siblings...only there is some debate about whether or not to kill them— better think fast and start trying to convince them not to ritualistically murder you!

Malachi is actually in love with your muse but Mara hates them and demands he kill them...just general angst and maybe some redemption for Malachi!

Your muse is actually neighbors with the Pecks and.........has questions...(where did your chickens go? why do i hear screaming sometimes? why doesn’t Mara go to school anymore? why won’t you let me look in your fridge when i stop by for sugar or milk?)

Michi:

Your muse is taking an art class at a community center and Michi is the guest teacher...it goes about as well as you’d think.

Your muse is an art thief and is hired to steal a priceless gallery piece but mistakes it for one of Michi’s pieces (damn you, modern art...so confusing) and she catches you!!! And she’s gonna make you pay for it.

Your muse is a gallery curator and Cannot Shake Michi Off...she has them cornered...you WILL put her work in your gallery or ur DOOMED!!!

Missy:

Someone’s horses keep going missing and end up on your muse’s property. They go to return them to the ranch nearby and end up with a shotgun aimed at their face. It’s Missy and she’s what we call Suspicious™.

Your muse is trying to get revenge on a rival arms dealer of Missy’s and she, reluctantly, agrees to help them.

Your muse remembers Missy from her pageant days and she wants to strangle them a little for bringing it up...literally anyone bringing up Missy’s formally normal life is a great thread plot imo

Nadia:

Your muse is a ghost hunter and Nadia is NOT happy about it.

Your muse is the latest death at The Prescott Hotel and is now a ghost! Meet Nadia, your new Hostess and all the other ghosts at The Prescott!

Your muse has found shelter in The Prescott and forms a friendship with the hotel’s owner......but she didn’t tell you about the ghosts. And they’re too afraid to mention them...or maybe nOT! Oh how the tune tables Nadia...

Norm:

Your muse comes home to find this lanky asshole rummaging through their cleaning cabinet and is slurping drain cleaner with a straw...he waves cutely u_u

Your muse believes in aliens in a HARDCORE way but refuses to accept that Norm is an alien despite his insistence...he may have to prove it to them....

Your muse is another alien but here’s the catch: they think Norm is dumber than a bag of hammers (rivals to lovers but make it in sPACE!)

Penjani:

Penjani has seen a terrible omen and is trying to protect your muse and convince them to trust her.

Penjani has seen a terrible omen but also has seen in visions that your muse is a dick so she does nothing but hang around them so she can see karma do her thing :/

Your muse was going to try and steal Penjani’s really cool car but haha she had a vision so she’s laying the backseat, waiting to scare the shit out of them,,,,she doesn’t care if they crash the car at this point, she wants to watch them lose their shit, idk why this is so funny to me but iT IS

Quincy:

Your muse is a former classmate of Quincy’s and hasn’t seen him in years and is a little shocked to see the state he’s in. (Please God, let him have a heart to heart)

Your muse is drunk as hell at 4AM in a Greggs and they have to deal with Quincy who is also drunk as hell (unrelated to your muse tho, they don’t even know Quincy but they’re about to!)

Your muse is the one, sole fan of Quincy’s music but he randomly dislikes them for whatever silly reason...this is so funny but also implies your muse has shit taste in music.

Remington:

Your muse is a thief and Remi catches you but he, to be honest, could care less...by the time he’s done talking to you, he would have made double what you stole tbh u_u

Your muse is a gold digger and thinks Remi would be an easy target because he’s a dumbass but fun fact: he does not have the capacity to love anything but money so good luck with that. Have fun trying.

Your muse is actually richer and cooler than Remington and he HATES them but get this....frenemies but reverse....in public they’re super nice,,, besties even....behind closed doors they are throwing plates and screaming!!!

Rusty:

Your muse is Rusty’s new coroner’s assistant and they just have to deal with him.

Your muse is grieving the loss of someone close to them and for whatever reason, they have been left alone with Rusty to discuss what happened...and Rusty is, uh, not good at this comforting thing.

Rusty’s new in town and his A/C has stopper working and oh god he’s from Colorado, he can’t deal with this California heat! Please let him...chill out in your place...or take a dip in your pool or— oh god, sir, why are napping in their fridge—

Setau:

Your muse is part of the Egyptian pantheon (or demi-god, like Setau!) and helps Setau with his growing powers! (or vice versa!)

Your muse is attempting to corrupt Setau and teach him to use his powers for evil!

Your muse is an entomologist...enough said...Setau will follow them around all day.

Shuff:

Your muse knows Shuff’s real identity and confronts him about it. Panic ensues.

Your muse is a fellow beekeeping enthusiast who helps Shuff with his bees! (Platonic or Romantic relationship!)

Your muse used to work for Shuff’s former employer and was sent to find and kill him but...what the fuck, he’s baby...he’s just a lil guy...

Sloan:

Your muse is a spy/secret agent/federal agent sent to follow Sloan for CLASSIFIED reasons...hilarity ensues because he’s a freak of nature.

Your muse has been injured and can only afford some sketchy back alley doctor...and it’s Sloan. His bedside manner is atrocious.

Your muse is a supernatural being and entrusts Sloan with this fact...seeing as no one believes anything that comes out of his mouth.

Thoth:

Your muse is also in the Egyptian pantheon and can’t STAND Thoth. He is amused by this and just gets extra annoying™.

Your muse creates a lot of disturbance in The Order™ for whatever reason and is about to be chastised by Thoth...which makes things weird because being confronted by an Ancient Egyptian god is always a lil weird :/

Your muse is actually besties with Setau and upon being introduced to Thoth gOES OFF ON HIM BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A BAD DAD TBH!!!

Truman:

Your muse is a detective/criminal profiler/etc. that is attempting to interrogate Truman after his arrest. He’s very sad about the whole thing tbh

Your muse is good friends with Truman and doesn’t suspect much aside from he’s a pretty lonely guy, but then they let Truman know they’re leaving town (for a while, for permanent, for whatever reason) and suddenly they’re in a slasher film : )

Your muse can’t die but Truman keeps trying to kill them so he can eat them but it basically just becomes Wile E. Coyote chasing the Roadrunner. Meep, meep, bitch.

Vicente:

Your muse is a photographer with a crush on this dopey model. u_u

Your muse is Elena’s (Vicente’s daughter fyi) ballet teacher/any kind of teacher and Vicente may or may not have a big silly crush on them...(or vice versa!).

Your muse is an aspiring musician that no one has taken a chance on and they’re PLEADING with Vicente to sign them on...there is one condition though; his daughter Elena has to like your music. Sing for the toddler, sing your heart out.

Viola:

Your muse is a psychiatrist/therapist of some sort, trying to get more details about Viola’s life with her father. She is a tough cookie, though. Plus she bites.

Your muse is a fellow ward/inmate/patient at the facility Viola is at and they’re besties!! Let her have some understanding friends!

Viola actually murders someone FOR REALSIES this time and your muse witnessed it...but she’s also crying and shaking and apologizing a lot...i don’t know what you’re going to do about all this shit but you should start by giving her a blankie

Walter:

Walter trains your muse in one of the many skills he learned at The Baxter Butler School!

Your muse is a bad guy trying to get to Walter’s current ward. Prepare for trouble and make it double because Walter is punching them with both fists.

Your muse is Walter’s latest ward. Get ready to be Dad’d up. He’s their father figure now. Accept it.

Waylon:

Your muse is a celebrity and Waylon is the latest Annoying Reporter™ who won’t leave them alone. And he’s craftier than the rest...he pops up everywhere!

Waylon maybe had a tryst with your muse’s mom once so he’s like Uncle Waylon now and they kind of actually enjoy his company...he’s cool...gives sketchy life advice...gets you drugs if needed

Your muse meets Waylon at a bar when they’re super down in the dumps....Waylon makes it worse :)

Wendi:

Your muse owes Wendi a lot of money and they’re going to work off their debt...babysitting her toddler.

Your muse is Wendi’s latest bodyguard...you know where I’m going with this...u_u

Your muse is one of Wendi’s rivals...and there’s tension...she’s gonna flip them like a pancake...(enemies to lovers because again...magnifique)

Whip:

Your muse is a criminal of some sort and are doing research in Whip’s true crime library...and he is enthralled because they’re not exactly inconspicuous.

Your muse is a detective/cop and is HIGHLY suspicious of Whip...(He’s innocent but he really would make the perfect suspect for literally any crime...interrogate his ass).

Your muse is a detective or crime solver of some sort and enlists Whip and his vast knowledge of crime to help you solve the case!

Yasmin:

Your muse is one of Yasmin’s regular phone buddies. (She can be both a shoulder to cry on or...something more!)

Your muse is the only person Yasmin has told about her crimes and their life basically becomes a dark comedy— My Best Friend Is A Serial Killer!

Your muse is a regular at the restaurant Yasmin is a hostess at and they’re the only one that takes notice of her. (And your muse is too damn shy/clumsy/awkward to make a move!)

Zeynep:

Your muse is a fellow witch/immortal and is trying to convince Zeynep that what she’s doing is wrong.

Your muse is someone Zeynep has grown close to before finding out they are part of the Pryce lineage and therefore must die.

Your muse is a hunter of some sort, chasing after Zeynep. thinking all this time that she was some horrid, monstrous being only to come across this....little lady...again, enemies to lovers because yessss!

#OOC #WISHLIST #tbh hit me up whenever for any of these

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itzjulianajj · 1 year

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I HAVE AN IDEA ON HOW TO GET TONY, STEVE NAT AND GANORA BACK WITHOUT RE-DOING ENDGAME.

Ok so you know America Chavez right? She has the power to travel through the Multiverse. Wanda wanted that power so she could find a universe where her kids lived so she could be with them. Of course it didn't really go so well... But I recently saw this.

And it got me thinking...

If Dr. Strange helps America control her powers to find a specific universe...

What If she went to a universe where Tony, Steve, and Nat and Gamora where alive, but everyone else is gone?

We see in What If...? 'Episode 8: What If Ultron Won?' that Nat was the last person in her universe because Ultron killed everyone else and eventually Clint sacrificed himself. So she was the last one left. And on the last episode, episode 9, the Watcher sent Natasha to a universe that lost their Natasha. And no-one would miss that Natasha because everyone on her universe died.

And so that brings me to my theory.

When America has full control of her powers, she can find a universe where Tony, Steve, Nat and Gamora are alive but everyone else is gone. It could be like, what if Thanos won and they are the only ones left. Or America could find a universe where it was just Tony or it was just Steve, or just Nat, or just Gamora and then after she gets one of them, she finds another universe where it's just one of them, y'know? We can get them all back, without redoing Endgame or Infinity War, because this can happen any time in the future of the MCU.

Now let's talk about memory. So, y'know in Endgame when Loki escapes and we get Loki back in the series Loki, the new Loki we get only has his memories up to the point of Avengers 1. So everything that happened after that, everything he's done to help save the world, everything he's done with Thor, all the good things he's done, he doesn't remember any of that. So even if we get Steve, Tony, Nat and Gamora back it would kinda be a bummer if they don't remember some things of what they all did together. So that's why I would think that the event that made everyone else besides them die, would be Thanos winning in Endgame. So they would have all their memories up to the point of Endgame. And ik it would be very sad for them to know that in their universe/s they lost, but at least they get to go to a universe where they won.

And because of this theory, all those Stucky shippers could possibly have Stucky back, all those Romanogers shippers could possibly get Romanogers, all those Brutasha shippers could possibly have Brutasha, and the Starmora shippers can possibly get Starmora back. And we can possibly have all the other ships and friendships back.

So basically, this theory could potentially come true, if Kevin Feige wishes it. But even if it doesn't come true, it's still a cool thought.

If you made it to the end, good job! Thanks for taking your time to read this, have a great day/night! (And if you like this theory pls like and reblog, if you have a question, just ask in the comments!)

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you-know-yeah · 2 years

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Space Blues (And Purples)

CW for curse words, explicit sex, gore (at the beginning), dom/sub dynamics, and slightly dubious consent at the beginning

You sped through the halls, fear fuelling your speed and making your heart thump heavily in your chest. You’d awoken to the ship’s intruder siren going off, and now nobody else was answering their comms. You didn’t even know if anyone else was alive.

You skidded around a corner, almost falling down due to your momentum. The doors to the bridge hissed open and you skidded to a halt, almost tripping over your own feet. You just barely managed to not fall over, but what you saw made you wish you had.

It was a massacre. The captain was laying on the floor, the meat on his face burned off to the bone. The navigator, Jakey, was flopped over his control panel. You could see his spine hanging out of his back. You turned away, trying your best not to retch on an empty stomach. You didn't want to see what had happened to everyone else.

"Oh shit…" You whimpered, stepping back farther and farther away from the horrible scene in front of you.

You bolted. You practically flew down the corridor, praying that you would remember the directions to the escape pods. You hurdled around the corner and immediately smacked into someone, toppling him over and taking the both of you down.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, they're all dead- we need to leave-" You started rambling, but you froze. You didn't recognise the man beneath you.

In a flash, the man had you pinned to the wall, one hand around your throat and the other pinning your wrist to the wall. You cried out, your free hand flying to the hand around your throat and tugging ineffectively. The burn scars on his hands and arms felt disconcerting against your own hands and throat.

"P-Please…" You choked out.

The man chuckled darkly, his eyes burning a bright purple. His hair was jet-black, messy and unkempt. Burn scars stretched across his left arm and the left side of his neck, an odd purplish colour. His sclera were as black as the void, emphasising his odd irises. "Please what? You saw what I did to your crewmates, what makes you think I'd spare you?" He growled.

You recognised him now. You had heard stories about the missing Commander whose body was never found and was rumoured to still be out there, but you never believed them. You blinked tears out of your eyes, quickly finding yourself a new believer in the survival of Commander Peter Walter IV. "Pl-please don't kill me…" You whimpered.

This actually got a laugh out of Commander Walter, making him throw his head back and cackle. Your thoughts somehow strayed away from your current predicament, straying to the Commander. If you hadn't met in such a way, you probably would have tried to fuck him. A blush forced its way onto your face at this notion as you desperately tried to reason with your thoughts.

“You know what? I actually might not kill you,” Commander Walter hummed, pulling you out of your thoughts.

He let go of your throat and you dropped like a bag of potatoes onto your knees. You coughed, gasping for breath as Commander Walter kneeled down. One hand forced your head up and you instinctively grabbed at it, your hand wrapping around his purple-scarred wrist. He growled and his other hand shot out, wrenching his hand out of your grip. “It’d be a shame to have to kill someone so pretty,” He murmured darkly, forcing you to look him in the eye.

Your mouth dropped open, your face positively alight. He thinks I’m pretty? You dazedly thought, looking up at him. “If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be alive right now,” Commander Walter purred, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip.

You mentally facepalmed. I said that out loud?!? You yelled at yourself. Commander Walter’s thumb ghosted over your lip again and he chuckled, grabbing your chin and wrenching your face close to his own. “Ohh, there are so many things I want to do to you right now…” He murmured, his pupils twin pits in violet infernos.

Your breath hitched and you fidgeted around on your knees, trying your best to ignore all the thoughts that bubbled up in your mind at his words (and also the effect it was starting to have on you). “Ohh, you like that? You like when I do… this?” He murmured, a sly grin stretching across his face as he pulled your face close again- close enough that there was only a centimetre or two between your lips and his.

A whine bubbled up in your throat and your eyes flicked to his lips, your own still parted. "Hmm… you do, don't you, slut ?" He laughed, his voice deep and coarse.

You actually whimpered at this, his thumb still on your lower lip, keeping your mouth open. "Fuck…" you whined, feeling your underwear start to tighten.

"That's the idea~" Commander Walter said slyly, slipping his scarred thumb inside of your mouth.

Your eyes widened and you blushed even harder, your cheeks aflame. Then the Commander was kissing you roughly, his teeth clacking against yours as he pressed you back up against the wall, dragging you up so he didn't have to crouch anymore. He had a few inches on you, so you were dangling a few inches off of the ground, forcing you to grip to him.

You were terrified out of your mind, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass. You hadn’t had sex in about half a year, due to most of the crew being celibate, unfuckable, or being in a monogamous relationship with someone else. Obviously, you were terrified of the man that had just massacred your crew and had just been about to do the same to you, but fuck was this hot .

His hands strayed to your thighs, gripping the tender flesh as his mouth moved like a rocket against yours, burning as hot as a star. You whined, gasping as the both of you pulled away for air. You could feel his bulge pressing against yours, drawing any and all breath from your lungs.

“ Fuck ,” You gasped, grinding forward into the Commander’s hips.

His hands gripped tighter and he growled, slamming you against the wall again. “Did I say you could move? Or speak?” He hissed, his breath hot on your neck.

Your breath caught in your throat and you shook your head, your lips mouthing ‘no’ but no sound coming out. He chuckled darkly; you could feel his grin against your neck. “Good boy. Now, do as I say, you whore , and you might get a reward~” He purred, his voice oh-so sinister. It was the hottest thing you’d ever heard in your life.

You nodded desperately, gasping in breaths to try and control yourself. That all went to hell when he bit down on your neck, hard . You let out a breathless whimper, your eyes rolling shut. You moved one hand to cover your mouth, muffling any more sounds that might slip out while the other gripped at his shoulder.

He continued his ruthless attack on your neck, paying no mind to your quiet moans which were being muffled by your hand. His grip eventually left your thighs, running up and down the sides of your jumpsuit and grasping at your sides. You were seated on his thighs now, held against the wall in a way that made it impossible to escape. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to get him off, much less escape.

He suddenly ground his hips against yours, his clothed cock rubbing against your own deliciously. You moaned loudly into your hand, using all your willpower to not grind back up into that delicious friction. Commander Walter groaned, grinding himself against you again, somehow even rougher.

You threw your head back, banging it against the wall as you tried and failed to muffle your loud moans and whining. "You like that, you slut ? You like when you get your cock touched?” He asked, his smugness seeping into his voice like blood into cloth.

You nodded, moaning into your hand as he continued grinding against you. He bit down harshly on your neck, grinding his hips into yours roughly in sync. “I want a verbal answer, you whore ,” He growled.

"Ohh, yes yes yes I do ," You moaned, your hand that was previously on your mouth moving to his shoulder.

"Hmm~ That's what I thought," He murmured.

He suddenly ripped the top of your jumpsuit off, eliciting a yelp from you. “Quiet,” He commanded and you bit your lip, silencing yourself.

His hands were warm, thrumming with energy and power just below the surface. Having his hands on your skin… it was intoxicating. Then a hand slipped down your stomach and onto your clothed cock, massaging and pushing none too gently. You let out a poorly muffled cry as you focused all your attention on not fucking thrusting not fucking thrusting not fucking-

“You just can’t stay quiet, can’t you? Then I just need to shut you up,” The Commander growled, his hand grabbing your cock through your thin boxers.

You whined and the next thing you knew you were on your knees with your back pressed against the wall, the Commander fiddling with a patch on his pants. He got it open and out came his cock, swollen and hard as a rock. His hand gripped the back of your head and he shoved your face to it, commanding, “Suck.”

And that’s what you did. You took him slowly at first, licking at the head before taking it into your mouth. You wasted no time after that. You took the rest of him that you could manage down your throat, stopping only when it started to make you gag and wrapping your hand around the rest. “That's all you can take? I thought a whore like you could do better,” The Commander said, a sinister playfulness in his voice.

You nodded, steeling yourself before sinking another inch into your throat. It was uncomfortable, but it felt weirdly nice as well. The Commander wasted no time before starting to thrust, efficiently face-fucking you into the wall.

You closed your eyes, tears starting to brim at their edges. This was uncomfortable, but fuck it was amazing . You couldn’t help but fantasise about that cock being in another part of you, stretching and slamming and filling…

The steady rhythm of Commander Walter’s thrusts became expected, so you could relax your throat enough for you to not choke and die or any bad things like that. Like his hands, his cock also had some pulsing, otherworldly power beneath the skin. Either that, or you were more horny than you had initially thought you were.

He suddenly pulled out of your throat with a growl, leaving your mouth gaping open and spit pooling in its corners. “Huh?” You mumbled looking up through your eyelashes.

“If I cum in your mouth it’s too much of a reward,” The Commander growled, dragging you up by your wrist.

He pinned your wrist, and you along with it, against the wall roughly. His other hand ripped what remained of your jumpsuit off, along with your underwear. The cold air hit your warm cock and you gasped, your back arching at the sudden temperature change. Commander Walter took that chance to stick three fingers in your spit-sodden mouth, swirling them around to fully coat them before taking them out.

You barely had time to register what had happened before there was a prodding near your ass. One finger slipped inside of you and you had to muffle your sudden moan with your free hand, your eyes slipping shut once more.

The other two slipped inside soon after, not taking any time to start stretching your ass open. You moaned into your hand, tears of pleasure beading in your eyes as the Commander fingered you open. Commander Walter drew his fingers out roughly, leaving you feeling empty and drawing a needy, practically unmuffled whine from your throat.

“Didn’t I say quiet?” Commander Walter hissed and then there was something poking at your inner thigh, the familiar feeling of barely-contained power thrumming between your legs and against your balls.

You gasped and bit your lip, nodding frantically as you tried to muffle your whining. “I expect an answer, slut,” The Commander growled, hiking one of your legs up and over his hip, pressing your back against the wall and his cock against your ass.

“Yes,” You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut and your free hand resting on your collarbone as you resisted the temptation of grinding your ass onto his dick.

“And you still aren’t being that. Tell me, why should I fuck your whore ass if you can’t follow simple directions?” Commander Walter inquired, his voice dangerous.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be really really fucking good I promise oh I promise,” You whimpered, your voice breaking as you started to lose your grip.

“Hmm. Will you now?” He growled, his tip teasing at your entrance.

“Oh fuck YES I’ll be good I’llbegoodI’llbegoodI’llbegood ” You moaned, starting to babble as you frantically tried to not grind down on his cock.

“Then shut up,” The Commander growled and he entered you in one smooth, quick thrust.

You gasped but managed to muffle your cry, your hand flying back to your mouth as he sheathed himself in your ass. The tears finally fell from your eyes as you took deep, shaky breaths, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Without giving you any time to collect yourself whatsoever, Commander Walter began ramming into you, pulling his cock out of your ass and slamming it back in fiercely.

You bit your lip, tears streaming down your face as the Commander jackhammered into you, bringing a mixture of pleasure and pain that had you breathless. You nearly screamed into your hand when he hit that little ball of pleasure in you, making you see stars. Regardless, you dutifully kept silent, even when you felt like you were about to come apart at the seams.

Noticing your tenseness, Commander Walter stopped. “Do you want to cum?” He asked simply, as if he were asking someone about the weather.

You nodded frantically, your chest heaving as tears continued to roll down your cheeks. Commander Walter growled and thrust right into your prostate, making you bite on your tongue to muffle your cry. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, you fucking cock slut,” He hissed.

“Ohhhh, yes yes I will please-!” You gasped, your hand moving to grip your thigh.

One of Commander Walter’s hands snaked to your free hand, grabbing it and pinning it up with your other hand. “Then answer me. Do. You. Want. To. Cum?” He growled, his eyes burning a bright purple.

“ Hnnnn yes yes please pleASE Let me cUM plEASE- ” You sobbed, stopping yourself from grinding down on his cock and no doubtedly gaining another punishment.

“That wasn’t too hard, now was it? Now, I want to hear everything ,” The Commander growled before resuming his thrusting into your ass, somehow even harder .

You cried out as he slammed into you, each thrust sending little shivers of pleasure down your spine. Then he hit your prostate again and you couldn’t help it. You came, sobbing incoherently as your cum spurted from your cock and onto both your and the Commander’s stomach.

It didn’t take long before Commander Walter came as well, growling as he came into your ass. He pulled out abruptly, his cock dragging roughly against your abused walls and coaxing yet another moan from you. He let go of you and you fell to the floor, your legs collapsing under your weight.

The Commander put his now-soft cock back into his pants, wiping the cum off of his suit with a disinterested expression. “I knew there was a reason I didn’t kill you,” He commented and then he walked off, leaving you teary-eyed and covered in cum, some of his own leaking from your ass.

#it's not that good but ehhhhhhhhhh #it's also on my AO3 that I haven't touched in a while if you want to leave a kudos on it #Idk it would just be nice #sexpg #sex powered giraffe #sexpoweredgiraffe

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mari-on-dragonspine · 2 years

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This is the first story I post here, based on Genshin Impact's ship Ayato x Thoma.

It's aimed at an adult public, so before reading, mind that it contains:

⚠️ EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT

⚠️ mlm

⚠️ Curse words

Do not repost pls ><

As Thoma was joining the Traveler and his masters at the irodori festival, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Something felt wrong that day, but why? Did he forget to do the laundry? Or maybe he didn't water his plants? No, nothing of this kind. Thoma was an excellent housekeeper and he just grew to accept that because Master Ayato never failed to tell him. He would make sure Thoma was listening when praising him, no matter if he was in a meeting with the other members of the guild or if it was a more private situation..

Thoma shook his head vehemently as he found himself on the road to Ritou. A gentle breeze was bringing the sweet flavor of the sakura blooms and exotic food, along with laughters of joy. When was the last time he had heard so many again?

"Oh Thoma. Welcome"

Ayato was standing there, drinking his Bubble Tea, while Ayaka and Traveler were laughing at Paimon for dirting her mouth with some food from Liyue. She really missed the spicy foods from there during their journey in Inazuma and she failed to hide it. Thoma chuckled a bit and got everyone's attention.

- Ohh, it's Thoma! Don't.. Don't look at Paimon like that! -, she said in a loud voice, as the Traveler handed her a napkin. They then turned to greet him properly.

- Hi Thoma. How have you been? -

- Everything is fine, thank you for asking. Life is quite busy at Kamisato Estate, but we can manage. -

- Thoma is the best housekeeper of Inazuma after all -, added ayaka in a quiet voice, as Ayato loudly sucked from his straw. Thoma was too focused on the bright scene before him to notice his master's feral sight on his body - his composed posture, shredded arms and round ass.

Thoma could barely say another line before he felt ayato's breath on his neck. He was ready to beg him to stop, since they were in public, but he suddenly pulled apart and patted his shoulder.

- Right, Thoma. I was planning on treating everyone, but I left my wallet at the estate. Could you please go grab it for me? -

Thoma was really surprised - it was rare for his master to forget something, let alone his money. But he agreed and immediately went on his way back. He didn't even try to oppose his master's will or ask the Traveler to go in his stance. The truth was that Ayato's sharp eyes letf an invisible mark on him, a special mark only for him.

He ran in order to arrive earlier, but the odd feeling didn't vanish at all. There was something more. There must have been. And indeed there was: seated in ayato's place, there was a glowy shadow. Thoma reached out for his weapon first, but after giving it a better glance he found out it wasn't a shadow. It was his master's water copy. Thoma sighed eavily and let his polearm slide on the walls - perhaps it was a weird experiment of his. He approached the copy without caring about it as much, since, he thought, "my master is not here to control it anyway. I just have to take the wallet and go back." Little did he know that he was indeed the experiment.

Thoma was leaning towards the item as soon as the copy moved. He froze in place and quickly stood up, letting the pricy wallet pop opened on the floor - it was empty.

-.. Fuck.. -

" Language.. "

It was his master's voice. He looked at the copy in shock, as if he was dreaming. Did it just talk?

"Naughty puppies as yourself should be punished.. I thought you remembered.."

The voice was slightly distorted by the water, but it definitely was Ayato's. Thoma gulped, even more shocked than before, and slightly moved towards the wall. He wasn't afraid of it, but the odd feeling he was perceiving all along must have been that. Just.. How would it have worked?

- But.. My lord.. You are not really here. I mean, your body is- -

He couldn't even finish what he had to say. Ayato immediately put a watery finger on his lips and Thoma could feel his cool touch stabilize on his skin. He took out his tongue, as he always did before punishment, and sucked on them gently but visibly, as if he had to clean them deeply.

- Yes.. My lord. -

There was no escape, he knew that. Moreover, he was really intrigued - how would it work between a man and a water-shaped being? There was only one eat to know. He reached out for his polearm and sticked the sharp blade into a particular hole hidden in the tatami and he slowly started to take his clothes off. Ayato enjoyed to watch him strip before the danced, his polearm as a pole. Shirt, vision, belt, pants.. Only his undergarments were left. As he unwrapped them before Ayato's copy blank eyes, it started approaching him from behind.

" Not today, bad doggy.. Your punishment will be executed right now."

He couldn't even reply. The copy's hands started to touch his chest, twisting his nipples with one and teasing his manhood with the other. Thoma let out a deep moan in surprise - how could it feel so real and yet it was just water? The power of his master's vision was really frightening. But as he was starting to feel at ease already, he heard a chuckle from behind him.

"I guess it's now my turn..."

His turn?

The creature immediately lifted Thomas's hips and in the blink of an eye thrusted his own presence in his servant's insides.

"This is.. Fascinating."

Said ayato in a subtle whisper, as Thoma couldn't stop himself from moaning. It was surely different than usual, but his watery limb followed all his curves perfectly, without losing its sturdyness.

- A.. Ah.. M... Aster.. -

Thoma's mind was swimming as Ayato's water body kept thrusting, as if he was an enemy to slay. Thoma, who in the meantime was holding onto his polearm, eventually lost his balance, falling on the floor. But this didn't stop his master, who kept going on and on, until a white warm fluid left Thoma's body.

"So early..."

Whispered in a sad voice, as he washed away the dirt off Thoma's intimacy.

" You never fail to misbehave.."

- Thoma is taking his sweet time finding my wallet... - sighed Ayato in Ritou, as he sat on a bench. His legs were elegantly crossed while he was tasting a mondstadt mushroom stewer. And not only that...

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