This is an RP account for a BNHA OC named Marilyn Dufort (Formerly Nakamura), otherwise known as “Iron Shot.” Written by Comet and this is a sideblog of @scmoto, so all follows come from there.
This blog is for the au of if Marilyn lived in @wcbshot’s backstory and could still care for them and be their guardian. She filed for divorce immediately the night Hanzo became a villain. Technically, as a retired spy for the hero commission, she has a hero license and is a hero.
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He boasted that he was good, and Mari didn’t know why she didn’t believe him at first. Their lighthearted chatter and laughter turned into flirting as they talked more, and Mari damned herself for being stubborn and trying to get the upper hand with every quick witted reply she gave. Now, her legs were splayed, Otto’s head between her thighs as he started to prove himself true.
“Oh my god—” She gasped out. The laughed that followed was breathy, her hand in his hair as she looked at him while he worked. Her back arched slightly in reaction to something he did, eyes screwing shut as her body tensed for only a moment. She was careful with how she reacted, not wanting to yank his hair or cause him harm. A quiet moan left her and her body shuddered from him. “Fuck— Otto, don’t stop...”
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♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure (reversed)
Intimacy seemed to be something Mari both craved and hated simultaneously. Curt made her feel more than loved, and she would practically trust him with her own life at this point. Maybe that’s why she was ready to bear her literal heart to him, the source of the gentle yellow glow under her clothing. Yet the hesitancy came with reason: markings and scratches along the metal frame of the core, and the violent ripping scars around the framework. While it was the largest, there were bullet scars, slashes and stab marks from her past work.
She had held in a breath when she took her shirt off, the physicist at eye level with it from how she situated herself on his lap. Despite knowing Curt was a war veteran, part of her expected him to turn away from her seeing the markings of past wounds. To many, they were signs of survival. To her, they were signs of mistakes and miscalculations.
Her eyes were closed and she didn’t realize what the reaction was until she felt the gentle, careful affection pressing against the scarring around her reactor. It was an immediate reaction of her core giving a quiet mechanical whirring and of her shoulders relaxing. She let go of the breath she held, a fingers carding through his hair. “Curt...”
“god, you look so good”
“fuck—”
“i got you, baby”
“you’re being so good for me”
“i promise i’ll be a good”
“please”
“you have to be quiet if you want to cum”
“say please?”
“are you gonna be good for me?”
“shit— i have to pee”
“wait, that hurts”
“not there”
“that feels so good”
“touch me here”
“did you just yawn?”
“you make me feel so good”
“do you like this?”
“i want to hear you when you cum”
“i’m so close”
“i need you”
“how much do you want to cum?”
“turn around”
“your fingers feel amazing”
“i’m yours”
“you’re mine”
“tell me you’re mine”
“you sound so pretty when you moan”
“harder”
“wait—”
“is this okay?”
“say it again”
“i love you”
Cheeks tint a darker shade of red, smile reflected at the sight of the sweater. He’d been looking for it when he got up this morning, so much as asked Martha if maybe it had gone to the laundry sooner, but he supposes he’ll let her wear it. If not to keep her warm, then to at least see such a sight. Curt takes his steps over towards her, holding a shoulder before leaning in to kiss her cheek in a not-so-subtle good morning gesture. The physicist laughs, preparing three cups of coffee.
“Do I, now?” He hadn’t so much as run his fingers through his hair when he’d gotten up, knowing the kids to be asleep still ( it’s a weekend night, but he still lectures them about getting up so late ). “Practically starving, dear.” He brings the mugs to the dining table one at a time, taking his seat and sipping his coffee. “You haven’t been up too long, have you?”
She had heard him shuffling about in the shared room, the soft questions as the married couple woke up. That was what prompted her to start breakfast, careful to not make too much noise to wake the kids up. She didn’t know how lightly Billy slept, but she knew Nikko woke up to the smallest mishaps in other rooms. They’d probably wake up in an hour or so, she thought to herself.
The affectionate gesture made her smile more, watching him go to prepare the coffee for the three of them.
“You do. It’s cute. I like it.” She turned back to the now-done breakfast, now putting it on plates and taking it to the table. One was placed in front of Curt, and she gave a gentle kiss to his temple. Going back to quickly wash the dishes she dirtied, she paused slightly at his question. She couldn’t lie to him, not when her spot on the bed was cold by the time they woke up.
“Well... Unfortunately, yes. Just another long night,” She sighed softly, but turned to give Curt a look of reassurance. While she looked like she slept disturbed, it wasn’t the end of the world. “Don’t worry about it, Curt. Okay?”
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“Ha, do I? Sorry,” She gave a small chuckle, tired eyes looking up at the professor. The sweater hung off her much smaller form, but she liked it. It was cozy, and it still had hints of the cologne he had on the other day. It calmed her more than anyone would know.
She looked out the window, the morning light peeking over the skyline of the city. The sleeves of Curt’s sweater rolled up to her elbows as she cooked breakfast. She had been awake for a while, thankful that she didn’t wake Curt or Martha when she got out of bed when it was barely twilight a few hours ago. She couldn’t go back to sleep with the dreams she had, not when they were her real past, reminders of things that happened.
“You look better with a bedhead, if it makes up for it,” She mused softly. “Hungry?”
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villain!mari happens because she’s always trying to enhance her mechanical heart and make better versions that allow her to do more with it (i.e. the nanotech gauntlets), and trying the new one out, it has a glitch in the coding that changes her personality and emotionally corrupts her
also! I need to fix this in the pinned but I figured out blog membership exists so when it comes to this blog and my other oc @wcbshot, follows can also come from @firstspidered since I can access the two sideblogs from both peter’s blog and my big ass multimuse <3
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“ maybe not wrong , but perhaps one of us wouldn’t be ready to admit it . things like this take time , my dear … ”
AND IT did take time ; to not only get used to this new place , where everyone was just … unique , just stood out as if it was the most normal thing in the world — but getting used to the knowledge that he might never go back to his own universe . at first , it was a bit of a scary thought , but the more the scientist thought of it : what did he have to lose that he hadn’t already ?
but now ? now he had EVERYTHING to lose . the woman in front of him , and the child she protected ; as well as … friends ? no , maybe not that — colleagues that he was okay with to be around of for once ? yes , let’s put it like that .
once more , he presses a kiss to her knuckles , eyes locked on hers and the man with a little smile of his own . “ but that is not important , is it ? we are each other’s , so really - nothing else matters . ”
“True, but I meant that even if we didn’t want to admit it, it should still be mutual, shouldn’t it?” She muttered quietly.
Things took time for her, too. The stress of Hanzo still being out there somewhere, her new job to protect not just herself and Nikko, but all staff and students at the high school for security protocols. Then Nikko disappeared, leaving her worried, and when they came back, Otto followed a month later. She tried to help to send him home, but nothing has come up yet.
That didn’t matter at the moment.
The smile brightened at the affection, and her free hand caressing his cheek, thumb trailing carefully along the top of his cheek as she looked back up at him. There was so much love in her eyes for him, and she didn’t care how much showed.
“You’d be right, Otto,” She hummed. “And I’m glad you feel the same way, regardless. ...I love you so much, you know that? I mean it.”
