#Two Captains

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 72 - Higher Visibility

IT'S AN UPDATE JUMP-SCARE

WELL WELL WELL, look what I managed to do!

It's been slow progress, I won't lie. Life has been a wild rollercoaster for me this year but it's been so, so amazing. I feel like my brain just needed a few months to really catch up, adjust, and ease itself along with all of the new things now that we're in a beautiful semblance of routine now, and here we are. Writing, again, however slowly.

Can't promise it'll be regular updates, or that if they are some kind of regular that they'll last a while, BUT. Makin' hay while the sun shines and so on and so on.

Thank you all so so much for your continued patience, your interest, your love and kudos, your kind words, and your amazing fanart, even!! It's been incredible. Please take good care of yourselves, as much as you're able <3 You deserve it.

Love, Belle

[mxflowercheck]

Have you ever thought how beautiful it would be if one of Starfleet’s slogans was "To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"????? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT??? "TWO CAPTAINS" IS AN INCREDIBLE STORY AND I THINK IF IT WAS INCORPORATED IN STAR TREK SOMEHOW, JUST A TINY MENTION, IT WOULD BE FUCKING AWESOME.

(also "Nord-Ost" - originally a musical, also used as a name for attack that happened during this musical. Just.  THE POTENTIAL)

[k3n999]

And the real culprit is...

[maliciousalice]

It could change the very nature of our existence! Happy Threshold Day Everyone!

[rawme-price]

Price with the most insanely horny spouse ever. Im talking you will jump his bones at any chance given, could probably be on him for 12 hours straight if given the chance.

So when he has a discussion with his men abt maybe sharing you, they have no idea that its price sicking you on them and not the other way around. They agree to take it slow at first, each person getting a week to feel it out.

Gaz gets the first week and is not at all prepared lol. Yes, price warned him that you had some stamina, he did not mention that you also had fucking thighs of steel and would use them to ride gaz until he was crying. By the fifth day gaz is texting the group chat like his a fucking prisoner lol. Still comes back asking for more when u decide to take pity and leave him alone for a day.

Soap thinks gaz is over exaggerating, bc as we all know soap has been dubbed the horniest member, so surely he'll survive? Wrong. You get him in a collar and leash, have him between ur thighs where he belongs. Granted, thats not bad at all, soap usually does that anyways. He does not, however, also have a knotted dildo up his ass all day. Probably the most physically intact after the week, but mentally hes all gooey and tired and blissed out.

Then u finally get ur hands on ghost. He expects you to want him to be dominant, is totally prepared for that even if its not his preference. When u instead lead him into ur walk in closet and show of a fucking collection of different straps??? He knows hes fucked. Ends up getting railed over the coffee table while price watches the telly lol. Also totally fucked out by the end.

In conclusion? The guys agree that maybe price was right and they all need to share u, less u actually kill one of them lol.

[anastoza]

I’ve been crazy busy with work lately, but I finally finished this little comic inspired by the amazing fic Kaleidoscope, which found a warm place in my little heart. (And it has a fully finished sequel now!! Go, read it and send author all the love!)

I haven’t spent this much time on a personal project in a while — it’s been a really nice change of pace Hoping for more me-time soon, but for now, I’ll just chill for a while

[soaked-doors]

when it rains, it pours

[mikoworks]

“So, that Joetastic Christmas video, huh?”

[cabbagege]

It's always one of them

[penn-dragon]

Another Riptide comic for @summerofspock and @vidrith because the last chapter had me thinking about how interesting fishman Zoro in Arlong Park would be

[eightbitpale]

They ran a guy over :(

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🌈 Marlinspike Pride 2024

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Dog Tags (2)

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> You're still keeping his Dog Tags safe.

Disclaimer: This is Part 2. Part 1 can be found here. Mentions of injuries and blood, Bucky helps carry you to safety (kinda), little angst/hurt/comfort moments, some fluff moments plus friendship moments with Wanda and Kate. Not Proof Read.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kate asked you for the millionth time. “It’s just that those arrows…I know I make them but sometimes I can put a little too much after kick- Clint tells me I need to find a substitute but the black market-”

“Kate,” you smiled and held your hand on her arm. “I promise you, I’m okay.”

“But that blast was big. Like, big big.”

You nodded. “I know. But I’m okay, I promise.”

“Kate!”

She turned and looked down the jet. 

“Go, I’ll be fine.”

She looked back at you, “You swear?”

You nodded, “I swear.”

Once Kate finally left, you let the wall drop for a moment. You didn’t blame her. The kick had been big, but it had also saved your life. Maybe you got a few bruises to remember it by, but you knew you’d be okay. 

It would just hurt in the meantime. 

“Here.” A voice spoke somewhere above you.

You looked around you until you found where the voice was coming from. Bucky. 

What the hell did he want?

You looked down at the hand where he was holding an ice pack. “Take it. For your ribs.”

You swatted his hand away, “I’m fine.” 

Bucky just stood and rolled his eyes. Even watching you lift your arm to swat him away looked painful. He’d seen the blast with his own eyes, which also meant he knew that if it was him in your position, he wouldn’t have walked out completely unscathed. 

“You’re not fine.” Bucky broke the ice pack before shaking it as he crouched in front of you. 

For a moment, you recoiled back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you. Would you let me help you?” 

This time Bucky didn’t fully wait for an answer before he placed the ice pack against your ribs for you. And, for a moment, you recoiled from the cold until your body melted into it. 

Okay. Maybe you were hurt, a little. But that still didn’t mean you needed his help. 

“I can hold it myself.”

“You can barely lift your arms.”

“I don’t need your help.”

Bucky shrugged, “You’re getting it anyway.”

“Why?” The question left your lips before you could stop yourself. But it was a reasonable question. 

Save for a few questionable moments outside of the ten minute window you and Bucky could be alone, you weren’t two people that helped each other. Fought with was probably the more likely statement. 

“Because you need it.” 

It was the best explanation Bucky could come up with at that moment. But it still gained him something. 

You were looking him in the eyes. It was rare he ever got to be this close to you and actually see the colour of your eyes. He didn’t quite know how the feud between you and him had started out. But what he did know was that he would happily drown in your gaze. 

And it was thoughts like that, that sent him into a spin. 

So, regrettably, he looked away. But even that gained him something. 

You watched as a smile ghosted its way onto his lips and you followed his eye line to the metal chain around your neck. 

“You’re still wearing them.”

The Dog Tags. The one’s he thought he’d lost nearly three months ago, only to work out you’d had them all along. It had nearly been almost two months, alone, since that night in the training room. 

You raised a hand to touch your chest. You could feel the outline of the tags underneath your clothes. “You told me to keep them safe.”

You watched as a corner of Bucky’s mouth slanted up slightly and, just for a moment, you let your mind wonder what it would be like if you kissed him right in that spot. 

You shook your head and this time, you looked away. You dropped the hand from your chest just before a rattle came over the jet. 

“We’re coming into landing.”

You just nodded, not trusting yourself to use words at that moment. But you gained them again when you stood to get off the jet only for Bucky to put your arm over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing? I can walk on my own, Barnes.”

“You’d only collapse three feet from here. Thought I’d save myself the trouble of catching you.”

You scowled, “Like I told Kate-”

“So help me, God, if you tell me you’re ‘fine’ I’m gonna call Sam. You’ve got a sprained ankle, a few fractured ribs, if not, broken, and a lifetime of bruises to remember today by. And that’s just what I can see.”

You just looked at Bucky, your arm still over his shoulder, his hand still clasping yours. You didn’t know how or why, but you let him help you off the jet. 

But when Wanda asked you about it later on, you just told her it was because you were too tired. 

“It was a moment of weakness.”

Wanda hummed as she sat on the edge of your bed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? What do you mean, ‘maybe’? There’s no ‘maybe’ about it.”

Wanda chuckled, “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you, Shakespeare.”

Wanda hit your leg before climbing up the bed to sit beside you. She grabbed a pillow and crossed her arms over it. 

“Oh, come on. You and I both know you have feelings for him.”

You shook your head. “Yeah, he’s a massive pain in the ass.”

“Those aren’t the feelings I’m talking about.”

You stayed quiet for a few moments. “Stop reading my mind.”

Wanda was calm as she shook her head. “I don’t have to read your mind for this one.”

Your shoulders sagged for a moment and you looked at your hands, picking at your fingers. “It’s not like I meant to let it happen.”

“Nobody ever lets feelings happen. They just happen. It’s what makes you human.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “He is still a pain in my ass.”

Wanda chuckled. “Have you ever thought to talk to him-”

“No! No. No, absolutely not. No. Never.”

Wanda hummed again. “Maybe it might help. Who knows? Maybe this isn’t a one sided love affair?”

You recoiled a little, again. “Love? Who ever said anything about love? I’m sure it’s just a stupid…work crush.”

Wanda looked at you. She didn’t have to read your mind to know that even you didn’t believe what you’d just said. 

“Hey,” Wanda tapped your leg. “Can I get you anything? You know, since Sam has banished you here for the next week.”

You chuckled. “I’m still allowed to leave…when he’s not here.”

When Bucky had taken you to the medical bay, you’d been given a full diagnostic. A sprained ankle, two fractured ribs, a little bruising around your internal organs that would heal itself, plenty of pulled muscles and, like Bucky had put it, enough bruises to make sure you remembered the day for a lifetime. 

Once Sam had found out, he’d doubled down on the Doctor’s orders to maintain bedrest. 

A few hours after Wanda had left, you were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. And for a while, you just started thinking whilst absentmindedly fiddling with the dog tags still around your neck. 

You thought about the ending of the movie you’d just watched with Wanda. You thought about the pain in your side. You thought about the feeling of Bucky’s fingertips gently pressing at your side as he held the ice pack in place. 

He’d been checking to make sure nothing was broken. That was how he knew. 

Then you looked at the dog tags. Like every night, your thumb traced over the letters. 

Little did you know, the next time someone else traced their thumb over the letters, it was because your blood had been splattered across them. 

Part Three

[lyeofhell]

╰┈ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ MDNI/18+ ONLY, f!curvy!reader x nikprice

oh to be the plump little treat devoured by nik and price. sandwiched between two bulky, beefy, bears of men. kept warm by their burly chests, both their bodies pressed into your sides. their whiskers tickle your cheeks and ears, murmuring accented praise through kisses and long drags of cigars. all while thick, corded arms wrap around you from all angles, eager hands searching, squeezing -- savoring how deliciously ripe your plush thighs are...and then your tummy, your tits, your ass...

it's so hard to focus :( smoke utterly hazes the room, that spicy, oaky smell so heady it slows your breath. and when he deems you relaxed enough, price gently grabs you by the chin and kisses you deep, tonguing you into subservience and exhaling into your mouth while nik sucks at the side of your throat. ugh their musk, their whiskeyed breaths that they pant and grunt against your skin as they use you at the same time...oh you're sure to reek of them by the end of this.