sangmileah07

[faggotbeloved]

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader

Prologue: Decay (~2k words)

CW: Canon typical gore and violence, yandere themes, named original characters. Vomiting, blood and decay, no beta we die like Anya

This work can be skipped, since it's just a prologue.

This work does not contain smut but is 18+. Minors and fem-aligned people, please do not interact. AN at the end.

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As the captain of the Astraeus, a colonization ship in which you take crew back and forth to barren rocks with no life save some algae that's a few million years from walking, you'd seen some shit. The only constants in your life were your ship, your base crew of just six, your nephew, and your title as captain.

Your life was good enough; you picked up around sixty colonists with various skills, dropped them off on a moon or a planet with the things they needed to flourish, then flew back to do it again. You had your late sibling's kid dropped in your lap recently, but he was a good kid and a promising pilot. You hardly spoke to the passengers below deck, but your little gaggle of crewmates were good friends, usually.

You thought you'd seen all that the vast, empty space had to offer until an unidentified object entered your flight path. The red flashing lights warned you that this clearly wasn't an asteroid, but in a meeting your resident doctor claimed that, regardless of its identity, it was in your best interest to ignore it and simply hop over it. When he suggested this to your crew, they were much less than happy to hear it.

"Are you kidding? Whoever it is, their SOS light is on, it's objectively immoral to ignore them. They'll die, if they haven't already!" Sascha protested. Sascha, with her spiky and colorful hair, was always the loudest and most abrasive, so it was no surprise she was vocal in her opinion against it.

"I understand that, but it'll add days to the trip. The passengers will be outraged, we could miss a supply drop—" he defended earnestly, but shut off once you raised a hand to silence him.

"Rhodes. She's right, and it's in our scientific interest," you emphasized, "that we dock at an undocumented craft. If there's living people, it is our responsibility to save them. If there's samples, we should get those, too, since there's no telling what the craft has."

Rhodes sighed and sat back, relinquishing the argument to your wise opinion.

"I motion to investigate the craft," you announced.

"I second the damn motion," Sascha growled.

"All opposed, raise your hand," you instructed. Nobody raised a hand, so you adjourned the meeting and prepared a team to investigate. The passengers didn't really care, not after you explained the cruciality of it all, so you and gathered your selected team.

You were a given; your nephew was in charge in the event that something happened on the Astraeus. Rhodes, with his medical expertise, was forced to come along. Harbor, the resident cook and communications leader, wanted to volunteer, but was overrode by Sascha. Finally, Lucille, who was just about the only person who specialized in combat, came with.

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With that, you donned your suits and ventured into the ship. Once you got inside and depressurized, you were immediately greeted with the thick air of rot. Fuck.

There was no oxygen in the ship and the lights flickered dully as the automatic doors showered with sparks once you left the airlock. You and Lucille forced the door open whilst Sascha and Rhodes bickered over whether or not anyone could still be alive. Sascha was optimistic, and Rhodes was less than.

"Hey, this is a Pony Express freighter," Sascha suddenly realized. "That... uh, fuck, what was her name? The pony mascot, Polle! Yeah, her face is all over the place. What were they hauling?"

Once the broken door opened with a uncomfortable screech, Lucille spoke slowly. "...Mouthwash."

You were stunned. That must have been a million empty bottles in here, all strewn about or in piles. "They ran out of food," Rhodes said softly. "No shit, dumbass. You think they drank it for fun?" Sascha huffed.

"You two, quit," you spoke up. "Pair up and focus. If anyone's alive after this long, it's not going to be pretty. Lou, get your gun."

"Will do, Captain," replied Lucille, waiting for your go-ahead to continue on. You ventured left and met with a wall of insulation foam. Ugh. Of course Pony Express would use insulation instead of spray metal; why wouldn't they cut corners with the cheapest material possible? Makes you glad that they went under a couple decades ago.

"We need to find a new route. These old kinds of ships have a central kitchen, a few other rooms, and a downstairs cargo bay," Sascha informed.

"Get with your pair. Lucille, go with Rhodes. Sascha, you get Lucille's extra gun, come with me. You two, take the right fork and we'll take middle. Keep your mics on."

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As you and Sascha went forward, you found long abandoned bedrooms belonging to a couple crew members. One door, the one without a lock and the only one open, held a woman's ID card, which prompted you to collect the IDs of all members.

"Huh, she's cute. This generation ship had cryopods, maybe she's a popsicle," Sascha joked.

"Be on the lookout for... four crew members and a captain. Young Anglo female named Anya, teenage East Asian male named Daisuke, middle aged Anglo male named Swansea, and a young Anglo male named Jimmy," you announced. "Looks like cabin's cut off from the rest of the ship. They probably had to sleep in the kitchen or medbay."

"Hm. Found the utility, but the door's jammed. I'll circle back," Rhodes said over the mic, passing by the room. "I'm in the medbay. It has traces of blood and vomit on the floor and—fuck, that bed is soaked in dried blood. Empty pill bottles; Captain, I think someone overdosed. It'd be easy, these painkillers are only a little less strong than what we have."

Rhodes observed the room while you and Sascha ventured back and followed their path to meet up.

"There's a gun case. Gun and bullets are missing. Be prepared to see either a crazy, gun wielding bastard or a whole lot of brains on the wall," Lucille said bitterly as you entered.

Sascha had been abnormally quiet since the Medbay news was delivered. "I'm a little nervous to check further now. But I guess we have to, huh?" she muttered.

Emeto and Gore warning.

You pressed on, and in the cockpit was a mess of foam and some dried blood. Nothing too damning just yet, though. You and Sascha lingered back to check out the control panels and determined that the ship steered directly into an asteroid, something virtually impossible with how simple the instructions were. "This was a purposeful crash, gu—" you began, but was cut off by a gag and the sound of vomit hitting a helmet.

"Lucille? Lucille!" You shouted, springing up to rush into the central room.

Ho-ly Fuck.

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Three people of the four you'd seen earlier were slumped across a table, party hats either hanging from their neck or somehow still on their head. You'd never wished to throw up more than in this moment. Lucille, since she'd already thrown up once, had to deal with the vomit coating her helmet, which only prompted her to go again.

The girl, Anya, had bloody saliva and puke dried onto her lips and decay around the her face, while her eyes were bloodshot and her body exhibited every symptom of opioid overdose. She slumped backwards, her position hardly mattering to whoever set this disgusting sight up. Fuck.

The boy, Daisuke, was unrecognizable with his face caved in. He was gruesomely propped up with his head on his hands, which had blood dripping down the forearms. His lips were twisted into a mockery of a smile, and the party hat had stayed on throughout the years of stationary movement. His bowels were nearly spilling out, clearly having been cut by a large sharp object before having been killed by the blow to his face.

The man, Swansea, had a clean bullet hole through the head and had both arms on the table like he was waiting to eat. His head fell backwards and the crust of regurgitated blood caked his lips and chin. Furthermore, his eyeball hung loosely around his chin and he'd been clearly beaten up before hand.

Five steaks lined the plates, and the barely-started decay made the sight worse. Five steaks... in a ship that had no real meat.

Not only were the crew in space with no decomposing lifeforms to feed off of them, they were in a room cold enough to freeze their bodies now that the heater power failed, so decomposition ceased entirely. They were stuck like they had just been killed days ago, their skin bloating and their organs slush inside them. With every poke and prod you made, Lucille gagged and only worsened her condition as she attempted to lift her helmet, since she suddenly had no oxygen but was hit with the smell of rot.

"Look away," you said firmly, motioning for Rhodes to bring Lucille to the side.

"Sealegs, this is your Captain speaking. Do you copy?" You spoke into your microphone, radioing back to the ship.

"Captain, this is Sealegs! I copy!" A young boy's voice chirped out eagerly.

"Sealegs, I want you to talk over the intercom—the big, red button I tell you not to touch—and tell the passengers to send up anyone with 'for-en-sic' or medical expertise. They need suits and tell them that it's a 'Rated R' sight. Three 'ca-da-vers' so far, and to bring barf bags," you said carefully, using words he was unfamiliar with to try not to traumatize your nephew.

You spring into Captain mode, reassigning roles to fit the crew's comfortability and capability. "Sascha, lead the passengers up and make sure they bring actual supplies. A gurney or something in case one of us passes out. Lucille, hand Rhodes your gun. You're dismissed; go shower and clean the vomit from your helmet. You don't need to see this."

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A full inspection of the ship, including the storage, determined that two crew members were missing—Jimmy, and the captain, whose name you hadn't yet found. Unfortunately, both of the captain's ID cards were destroyed beyond repair in a manner that seemed on purpose. The only room not observed yet was the utility room, which was seemingly blocked by a fire axe and multiple furniture items. In the spirit of a full check, you and about a half-dozen passengers broke through and gasped as you finally saw the inside.

The Util room itself was fine, but the final crew member, Jimmy had shot himself in the chest.

It didn't kill him immediately.

He crawled to beside a cryo pod and used his hand to make a handprint on the handle, as if begging someone else to open it.

"Check all of the other pods. I want someone to get that gun, too," you organized, then followed the handprint and lifted open the hatch. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Shit! I need medical, now! Gurney, respirator, and morphine!" you shouted as a man—the former Captain, you were sure, fell out of the pod in the fetal position, shivering, choking, and staring at you with a wide, terrified eye.

You picked him up, wincing as you felt his raw skin squish under his weight, and removed your helmet to set it over his head for a gasp of real air. God knows how long he'd been without fresh air. You may have been suffocating, but you had good lungs. In less than a minute, the team brought a respirator and oxygen tank with a gurney.

You set him down and placed the mask over yourself, gasping and gagging at the rotting stench in the air, then rasped out to the man, "It'll be okay. We've got you."

You took back your helmet and put the mask over his lipless mouth, then sprinted back to the ship. Once you looked back down at him, you saw a tear escaping his eye and piercing blue irises set upon you.

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Yay... first post on this blog! This is obviously not the only part, I have plans, but this is essentially a skippable cutscene, since you could probably just ignore this part and head to the next once I make it. I just wanted to set the tone and setting, try my hand at gore, and voice my post-judgement headcannons. Anyways, I really hope my writing wasn't bad and it made sense! No Curly just yet, but just wait lol.

[faggotboulevard]

Your yandere curly post is so tasty.... sigh, he idolizes you while simultaneously subtly trying 2 isolate u. Says ur an amazing leader while undermining any of your plans that involve too many other crew members. If tht makes sense.

YES!!!! You get it bro... im gonna write a full fic i think but on my wip acc (@faggotbeloved)

Anyways ur so right!!! Like ur his savior and such a cutie, how could he not fall in love?

You don't need that guy as your copilot, Curly was a great captain before the accident and he'll be a better copilot!! You want food? He cooked a lot at home, silly! He can make a better meal than whoever you have in the kitchen.

You want to have a movie night? Come on, with all the crew? That's excessive, wouldn't a small gathering be better? You're tired? Worried? Sad? Tell him all about it! You don't need your friends. You don't need them. Let him help you, you saved him and it's the least he could do.

Ugh and dont even get me started on him playing the victim... he has nightmares, won't you hold him? His skin grafts are dry, you should put lotion on him. He has cryo hangover, you need to stay by his side in case he needs you! It's never ending with this bastard, and he defends himself with the thought,

The crew is self sufficient enough, he deserves you after all he's gone through.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 16

Curly (Mouthwashing) + food play

Guess whos got Mouthwashing brainrot. This guy. I love me a psychological horror game that im too scared to play myself, so I watch manlybadasshero play it. I love curly, and I love angst and horror, so here we go.

tw for vague mentions of what happens in the game, and Curly losing his mind.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Sunlight passed in through the slim windows in your shared apartment, the radio playing some tune you didn’t know the name off. Most music nowadays was made by AI, generating what seemed to be popular at that very moment, so it was never worth learning the names, not when most were just a line of numbers and letters.

Your socked feet carry you silently across the carpet, a serving tray in your hands as you carefully push the door open. The apartment was ancient by todays standards, but it had windows that let you see the actual sun, and not just the artificial one they used so people wouldn’t go crazy. It did result in having doors you actually had to open, instead of sliding doors.

Seeing your husband laid out on the bed made it all worth it though, the sliver of sunlight brushing against his skin and making his blonde hair look like gold. Curly was going on another delivery in a weeks time and would be gone for about eight months to a year. It might have sounded extreme, but in this day and age it was normal, especially for you two, who were working class.

 Luckily you had a job that paid okay, but not enough to support you both, and your lover had such a draw to the stars. This also meant you two had been going at it like rabbits, to be able to sate yourselves until you met again.

The tray was placed on the bedside table, a sleepy smile pulling at Curly’s lips as you crawl up the bed, pressing soft kissing all the way up his spine. “Morning captain” you murmur against his neck, where you bury your face and inhale deeply, simply taking in the smell that was him.

His hand lazily reaches back and runs through your hair, a sleepy hum leaving his lips as Curly seems to melt further into the sheets, a long relaxed exhale leaving him. “mornin…” he mumbles, not even opening his eyes as he felt your chest press against his back.

Mornings like this with you were Curly’s favourite, where he just got to indulge himself in all that he loved. A small yelp did jump out of him as he felt something run down his back, your chuckle making him grumble and finally glance back at you, his blue eyes parted just enough to see you.

Curly huffed a little as he watched and felt you lick syrup up from the crevice of his spine, your tongue flicking out and lapping against every knob of his spine that you could feel. He sighed and arched his back a little as you got further down, flattening your tongue against the dimple of his back and giving a wet suck, slurping up the syrup that had collected there.

“Sweet, like you” you mumble against his skin, shooting him a cheesy wink as he grunts at your stupid joke. He was more than willing to lift his hips though, as you started working his boxers down, Curly twitching again as you tilted more of the syrup against his skin.

Had he not been so sleepy and hot inside already, he might have complained as he felt the thick syrup run down between his cheeks, against his fluttering hole, which still felt sensitive from the multiple rounds you’d had the day before.

Your tongue licking against it was like a Band-Aid, but also kindling upon the fire in his gut. Curly shuddered and hummed softly into the pillow, hips lazily rocking back against your tongue as you licking and tasted all he had to offer.

Curly could feel you pouring more of the syrup on him, and part of his brain wondered if you had bought it, just to use it for this. Sugary items weren’t the cheapest, so it did fluster him a little more, knowing you most likely had saved up just to lick it off him. It made the familiar pulsing hardness between his legs dribble against the sheets, his hips rocking more intently against the bed.

“My pretty captain” you coo against his hole, only to follow it up with another wet suckle and slurp. One of your hands rubbed at his thigh, as the other pulled one of his cheeks, opening him up more for your hungry tongue and mouth.

You both knew you could have just pressed inside him, seeing as he was most definitely still loose from the day before. But the act of getting to lick him out and taste him like this was part of the fun, to feel Curly rut against the bed, but also back against your face, the taste of your spend from the day before, of Curly, and of the sweet syrup, flooded your senses.

It wasn’t the real syrup, the stuff they got from trees. Someone on your salary could never dream of even tasting the stuff, but it was a replacement version. It tasted a bit fake, but it was better than the cheap stuff. Add that to the taste of your lovers hole and his desperate panting, then it became a five star meal.

Curly let out a shaky keened noise as you finally pulled back, the blonde glancing over his shoulder again to watch as you slowly crawled back up again, pressing your chest against his back once more. “I love you” you mumble against his neck, grabbing yourself at the base to push inside him, Curly opening up with ease from all your prep.

“I love… you too” he gasped out, having to catch his breath as he felt your tip press expertly against his prostate. You had learned how to play him like a fiddle a while ago, back when you two were younger, and he was still studying to become a captain of a ship, and you had just started your career. You had both been so clumsy at the time, laughing and embarrassed, trying to figure it all out.

He let out a breathless giggle as you poured more lines of syrup against his back, licking it up from between his shoulders and up to his neck. “you’ll get it in my hair” he snickered, burying his face into the pillow once more as your hips worked together, his more desperate than yours.

“We can just take a bath” you reply, your voice rougher than before as you hold yourself up with your hands, moving your hips in rougher strokes, knowing that Curly liked it that way, to have his prostate struck over and over until he was wailing.

Neither of you really wanted to go far enough for Curly to start clawing at the bed, lost in tears of pleasure and fucked so good he couldn’t form a thought. At least, not now, not when he had just woken up, instead you stuck to suckling the sweet substance off his skin, the flavour mixing with the salty tang of his sweat.

Curly was the first to spill, his noises growing higher in pitch as his hips rocked in short quick strokes, downright humping the bed but also trying to jump back against you. Your captain got too desperate sometimes, no matter how many times you guys did this. He was normally too nice and too selfless, and times like this were the only time he allowed himself to be selfish.

His noises melted in a drawn out keen, which turned into a deeper guttural groan, his hips grinding hard against the sheets as he spurted all over it, your hips grinding against his from the back to push him further against it. “Good, so good. So good for me Curly” you pant, rutting against him a few more times before spilling inside him, adding to the mess that had mostly been licked up by yourself.

You both laid there, pressed against each other and panting, trying to catch your breaths and basking in the glow of being together. When he caught his breath, Curly lifted himself from the pillow, which now had some spit and tear stains as a result of his pleasure. His lips slotted against yourself, Curly smirking lazily at the sweet taste on your tongue. It tasted so good, even if he didn’t normally like the stuff, but on your tongue anything tasted divine.

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A rattly exhale left his teeth, as there weren’t really any lips left to breathe through. Curly’s one eye was blurry as he stared up at the same ceiling he had been staring at for who knows how long. His mind had been slipping more and more lately. Every waking moment was pain, and whenever he slept, he dreamed of you.

Every now and then he swore he could taste syrup, even amongst the horrible taste of bile, blood, and the pain medication Jimmy force-fed him. Maybe the pain and isolation were finally catching up, his pained limbs thrashing weakly against the bed. Not because of pain, even if it was ever present. But because he longed for you. he longed for your eyes, your lips, your hands, your love. Anything to carry him through this… this guilt and pain.

Would you still want him, like this? You had always loved his hair, his eyes, you had always loved his handsome features. And what was he now, other than the sad pathetic remains of a man who deserved to die. But he couldn’t die, not yet, not when he had promised to return to you.

He could almost hear you. your loving voice which filled him with longing. Calling out for him, loving him, comforting him through the worst of his pains. Curly… my captain… Curly, Curly, Curly, C- “Curly?” a soft voice broke through the visions and illusions, at least most of them.

He couldn’t turn his head well, but Anyas face was familiar as it leant over him. She looked exhausted and like she had aged ten years from the stress of it all. She seemed relieved but also saddened to see him still alive, like part of her had hoped he would die peacefully in his sleep. “I don’t… I don’t think I can do this anymore, Curly. Its not your fault, but I can’t-“ she stuttered, voice shuddering and eyes glossy.

Hearing the rattle of the pill bottle in her hand made it all make sense. Poor Anya, another victim of Curly and his inability to do anything right. He wasn’t made at her, he hoped the few gurgles he could let out before the pain got too extreme expressed that. Her smile was so tired, one of her hands resting on his bandage covered bicep, before she slowly sank to the floor.

Curly could hear her breathing slowing down, even above his own raspy pained wheezing. If he blurred his vision enough, and let himself slide deeper into his mind, away from most of the pain, then he could hear your breathing too. He could feel it puffing against the back of his neck, your mouth pressing against his shoulder, up his neck to his chin, and against his lips.

The door opened with a whoosh, Curly only truly registering that time had passed from the look on Jimmys face, and how the room had started to smell more of death than before. Even as Jimmy lifted him, Curly still tasted sugar. He tasted you. he could almost see you leaning over the table, your loving smile on your face, even as more pain burned through his leg. Even as it all blurred more and more. Even as everything grew cold, and he heard Jimmy finally take responsibility, as you looked back at him through the glass.

He tasted syrup.

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw practice for ftm daisuke and cpt. curly with a top reader

minors dni!! amab dom reader, no pronouns specified. this is just some practice since they're new characters for me. wrote this when i was very sleep deprived so it might be all over the place but it's mostly proofread. intended to be pre-crash.

his face is flushed, cheeks dusted with a light pink. a nervous smile resides on daisuke's face as he watches you through hazy eyes, his vision only being obscured by an arm he throws across his face in a sudden gesture when you press yourself against his entrance. when you slide into him his mouth falls open, and you have to lean down and kiss him to catch the moan that threatened to escape him. his arms wrap around your neck to pull you close enough to hide his face in your shoulder, but he looks down to watch your cock disappear inside him, the sight accentuating the feeling of being filled up and causing him to momentarily spasm, driving your cock further into him. 

daisuke moans and he’s strangely quiet, making you wonder whether he means to be or not. his head falls back with his eyes shut and it takes him a minute to finally open them again. your faint laughter at assumedly his expense makes his smile reappear with a sheepish degree, but his eyes flutter back closed when you begin to slowly slide in and out of his slick cunt. he squirms a little, his arms falling beside his head. while his hands search for something to ground himself he holds his breath, only releasing it when he finds a clumsy grip on the pillow beneath his head. for his sake your thrusts are slow, not too deep but not too shallow. still, you manage to make him feel so full. 

you briefly speed up, making daisuke’s back arch with a call of your name. he sounds almost breathless as quiet, broken moans expel from the back of his throat. you kiss him, taking him by surprise. you bite his lip when you pull away and he can’t help but wrap his arms around your neck again, wanting so badly for you to go faster but not having the words to do so. he’s yet to reach down and touch himself, something you’re aware he’d do in an instant if he’d had half a mind to right now. the consistency of your thrusts don’t falter, even when you quicken your pace where now daisuke can hear just how wet he is. your cock drags against his walls with a contrasting elegance to his habitually sporadic character, as proven by his sloppy attempt to mirror your movement. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, digging his nails into your shoulder and then burying them in his hair or gripping the pillow, he isn’t thinking straight—he can’t think straight. you spill inside of him and he tightens around you with an abrupt moan, his vision bursting with specks of stars that he quickly blinks away. daisuke’s breathing turns heavy as he catches his breath and already you’re moving again, reverting him back to a state of putty that although he’s used to, he doesn’t ever want to leave, not when you make him feel the way that you do. 

curly’s already losing it and all you’re doing is kissing him. his neck is littered with ripened splotches of red and pink and his lips are somewhat swollen. one hand is in his hair and you hold down a wrist with the other, keeping him stationary—otherwise you’d be the one under him and he’d never catch this more than well-earned break. his uniform is zipped down, his shirt beneath lifted over his stomach where you move down to trail kisses. in response his body stutters slightly, and you can tell there’s a part of him that wants you to do more, to touch him where he needs to be touched and to kiss what needs to be kissed, but he says nothing because he’s enjoying this. he sighs blissfully, watching you pull down the rest of his jumpsuit. right now, even only momentarily, he’s not the captain. he focuses on the way your hands feel on his skin, when your palms press into the right spots that make him groan. your lips move across his stomach like a shadow before they settle, latching on and gently sucking. he feels dizzy, barely noticing when you raise your head back up to kiss the corner of his lips. he looks debauched, his hair messy with his clothes disheveled in a manner he’d be embarrassed to be caught in. 

suddenly your hand moves down to palm at his clit, giving enough pressure to make him moan and curse under his breath as you rub gentle circles with your thumb. you lift one of his legs up to give yourself more room, slipping a finger into him. the drawn-out, methodical pumping of your fingers has him pulsing around you and his head spinning. he closes his eyes as if he doesn’t want to be aware of his own depravity. he wants to feel embarrassed, especially when he can feel another finger slink inside of him, now in tandem with the other, pumping into his tight heat. fuck, he just wants this to last forever. he rolls his hips, crudely fucking himself on your fingers. you wish he could see himself right now. all of his thoughts, stress; any worries he carries with him, they’re all unraveling before your very eyes, all because of a couple fingers and some kisses. 

you tap his clit, not wanting to bring him over the edge just yet. he’s close, anyways. case in point: his back is arched and his legs are a bit shaky and he’s moaning just a little bit louder than he should be. surely the shame will settle in later when he’s thinking again but you plan to delay that until he’s truly crumbling beneath your touch. he gasps, and a hand flies to his mouth when a certain dip of your fingers has his thighs closing around your hand and his back flying off the mattress. he cums, somewhat dramatically. when you slide your fingers out you push his folds aside, letting his cum dribble out in a satisfying thin stream. he’s shaking, but you know he’s not completely tuckered out just yet. you revel in the small jump he makes when he feels your tongue prod at his hole. it’s impossible to stop. with his legs loosely around your head and his shirt between his teeth, how are you supposed to resist wringing him dry of all he has?

[killsbil]

His Muse

Pairing : Ghost x Secretary Reader

Warnings: angst, smut, choking, ghost jacking off in his car. Ghost driving for some damn reason

18+ ONLY MDNI

( YES, HETEROCHROMIA GHOST. CRY)

Now, you were a secretary for a special operations force called Task Force 141. While being the secretary, they had strict rules, of course, it wasn't JUST for you, but they weren't anything hard to follow honestly. It's not like you were some damn horny teenager, you were just trying to get by with this job. You wanted some job that could help you real good...and somehow you landed with this one, being the secretary, you only had to organize nearly everything, write reports, and emails, keep up with data, and do whatever Captain Pierce asks of you.

None of the members spoke to you as they never really saw you, well they did, but you didn't pay attention. Your face was always focused on the computer, typing away, but hey? What's a girl gotta do to get by yeah? One task force menber caught your eye, Simon Riley, he was quiet, and when he spoke his voice was cold, a little too serious. But when he looked at you, you wouldn't look back. He was honestly scary looking, honestly, he looked like he could just snap you in half if you said something wrong. You never spoke to him, he's always busy, you're Always busy... and either way, what would you say to him? The only thing you could think about saying was something about his eyes, they were pretty, one eye was brown, the other grayish blue. You had never seen heterochromia in person before, it was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to tell him that... Right? Y/n had thought, it was not like he would kill her for that.

Noticing the time, and one of the recent emails from Captain Pierce, she had to bring a folder of mission data to the meeting...in that room ..with all those people. That wasn't scary...at all, y/n unlocked her cabinet, reached in the middle for a file, and closed it back, locking it.

She'd walk down the hallway and then turn to her right, knocking on a door, the sign next to the door would read "conference room". Through the window she saw a black male, with short curly hair, he was leaning back in his chair, he turned to her and smiled for a split second. his eyes went back to somebody who was talking, Shortly after the talk was done, y/n was allowed into the room, she walked over to Captain Pierce, placing the folder down as she turned around, she saw an empty chair next to a task force member named soap, he was nice, but all discussions y/n had with him were short. Was that Ghost's chair? Noticing y/n's stare, soap smiled, his other hand which rested behind a chair pointed down the hall.

Usually, he didn't do this, he would ignore her if she came in during meetings because she wasn't supposed to hear a thing about the meetings, y/n snapped out of it as she left, closing the door behind her. Now, she didn't like him like a crush, nor was she a fan of him, she just wanted to tell him her lil compliment.

Y/n went down the hall and turned, seeing a man pour him some coffee, it was a ghost, and he needed a breather. Y/n leaned on the wall as she watched him. Honestly ..he was so.. it was unexplainable but ...the girls that get it, get it. "You just gonna stand there and look stupid?" He said, not even turning around "Oh! Sorry I-'' she was about to explain before he finished her sentence" Didn't mean to," he said..pouring coffee into his coffee cup.

"How did you know what I was gonna say?" She asked him, as she walked closer, leaning on the counter "Cause that's what every secretary before you said " he said, his voice was cold, it was like he was just...tired of playing this game, over and over. "Every secretary before me? What happened to them?" Y/n asked, now...she was curious! She had forgotten all about her compliment. Ghost would let out a sigh as he turned around. "they all got terminated, fired. Breaking rules.. or they were spies" he said, he had some skull balaclava on, not the full mask, ghost would place his cup down leaning on the counter.

"you're gonna end up just like them, you're gonna take a bribe and spy, or break that rule." He added on, he read her like a book, y/n though, she scrunched up her face in confusion, somehow feeling a little disrespectful "Okay mr mysterious" she said with a slight eye roll. "Ghost." He corrected her, his voice firm "Lieutenant ghost." He said. Y/n's eyes widened when she realized his rank, now she felt a little demotion coming for that eye roll. Ghost's face was blank, with no expression, just those eyes staring at her as if he was reading her like a book. " What rule did they break" Y/n was a little interested in the lore now.. she was glad she was on break, otherwise Captain Pierce would have her head.

"Someone lacks critical thinking skills.." he mumbled, who invited him to the bitch fest? "No dating rule. They come up to me just like you did ...no ill intent, ask questions...then there's that compliment, and it starts something" he said, each word he got close to her, y/n leaned back against the counter as his hands rested on the counter, trapping her, his eyes stared down at her as if he was disappointed. "I'm gonna say this once... Don't treat this like it's some game like you can just sway a coworker with this innocent act, be professional" he said, he was tired. But was he tired of those girls just .. treating him like he was an award, an object for pleasure, or just....the betrayal, tired of having hope, letting someone close, and then...boom.

Well, the answer was he was just... Tired of the unprofessionalism "Huh -" y/n noticed how close he was, her heart beat so damn fast, hell! She wasn't trying to seduce him, she just wanted to give him that compliment." I...I just wanted to say your eyes are pretty. I never saw them up close. I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to pursue you Lieutenant" she said, and ghost was wrong, well, half wrong. He shook his head "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Run along." He said turning his back to her and going back to his coffee...

Y/n was so confused...what the hell? She was NOT trying to seduce this man," um...right." she said walking back to her desk, part of her kind of liked that. But the other part was so damn confusing. Now, for the rest of her break, she was on the phone with her best friend until...she felt her phone vibrate, from a text message.. sent an unknown number. "Girl hold on...some number just texted me..." She said, putting her on speaker, "bitch don't you have it where unsaved numbers can't contact you??" She said, "Girl yes I do, that's why I'm confused."

She looked at the text message reading You're Loud. we can hear you down here. Now she knew it wasn't Captain Pierce because she had his number saved. "Is it your boss?" She asked "No? I have his number saved, remember he gave us that ride back to my house?" Y/n said "Oh shit...right Anyway, when is he gonna let me climb that tree-" she said "Bye Audrey, you are not getting me fired because you're sexually attracted to my boss- WHO COULD BE YOUR DAD," y/n said "call me a panther. I'm ready to take it..." Audrey said. "Bye ...get off my phone.. you're distracting me, I'll see you later." Y/n hung up on her sighing

She was a hot mess, Audrey was the friend with no filter, but anyway. She would look at the message rolling her eyes a little, y/n texted the number back saying Sorry about that, but who is this and how did you get my number? only for it to be left on read for about 50 minutes. She just rolled her eyes going back to organizing meetings and events. She hummed, and of course..responding to emails, she kind of neglected them.

Shortly after that, her phone lit up as she got a text message that said Lieutenant Ghost. with that she saved the contact. She wanted to mess with him a little, to ease the weird tension between them Responding 56 minutes later? now nice of you. She would text him. Yes, she thought she ate that. This time she got a quick response It's disrespectful to be on your phones during meetings, and you're counting the minutes Ms L/n? Y/n saw that, was she just eaten up respectfully? And Ms? SHE'S NOT EVEN MARRIED? Oh.. you could just call me Y/n, and I'm not married Lieutenant.. it would be Miss.. she would respond to his text Yeah YEAH she ate him up. noted. Would be the last text message he even sent.

soon came the end of the day, when everyone left, y/n was the only one left she had to stay back and respond to some emails, once she was done she'd lock her computer and would put any paperwork she left out, back in the respective drawers, when she went to the door she had seen the rain attacking the streets, this caused a loud annoyed groan from y/n, she didn't bring a damn umbrella cause she swore it wouldn't rain today. She suddenly felt someone behind her... who was left here? Was she not alone? As soon as she turned, she saw that it was Lieutenant Ghost, holding an umbrella at her "How far is your car..." He said. Now he didn't want her getting drenched in the rain, that's the nicest he could be at least "Oh no- my friends picking me up..." She said, smiling. That smile unthawed that heart of his, just a little. " It's 11:00 pm L/n, normal people are asleep by now," he said.

"So...you're not normal?" She asked, her smile getting wider, ghost just raised an eyebrow.."let me take you home." He said opening the door for her, he didn't exactly answer that question of hers ``You can drive? Gaz said ...you can't drive, you shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel" She said, if you saw the look on y/n's face, she looked horrified. "Do you want a ride home or do you want a sneak peek at the next little mermaid." He was getting drenched waiting for her, y/n laughed at his comment, and she stepped under the umbrella and followed him to his car, which was an eight-seater, and she mumbled sorry since she felt bad for him getting drenched. Ghost just got in behind the wheel, y/n turned to him asking him a question "Hey... Lieutenant... How come you're staying back?? Wouldn't you be sleeping about this time?" She asked "I could ask you the same, but I was getting training in.. that's all," he said, but the look on his face said differently.

Now ghost? He took care of his body, he had...muscle, a lot of it.. it was even visible when he wasn't flexing. Y/n would stare at his arms and hands as he drove, then slowly, her eyes moved back to his very own beautiful eyes. "Are you sure? You have this look on your face... Like you're not here mentally.." She said, Ghost stopped at a light, turning to her "You know, some questions aren't supposed to be asked," he said. "Well- I'm here for" "No you're not." He corrected her, internally, Ghost felt like he couldn't speak to anyone, it was a waste of time. "you can't handle anything I would tell you. that's if I did." He said, shaking his head, "How come? I'm helpful- I can handle it." She said " No." He repeated. "Please - I promise I can lift a weight off your shoulders" she begged, she wanted to help him, she felt like he could use a friend honestly "No. I'm not gonna say it again." Ghost said, sounding annoyed.

"Everyone does- "Y/n tried to speak, but she got cut off " Y/N. For the last time no, don't waste your time. You'd only hurt yourself..you'd be useless in this situation" He said, his voice like a stab directly into the heart, after that, y/n got quiet..then she furrowed her eyebrows turning to him "You don't need to be rude." She said Ghost looked confused, he didn't expect her to talk back "And I'm not useless... I'm a great listener! I don't know why but, ever since I've talked to you, you've done nothing but assume the worst about me. I just want to be your friend!" She said, Ghost started driving again, going silent before he deeply sighed "Colleagues, especially us, can't be friends. You're gonna be just like-" "I'm not like them- I don't wanna use you like a boy toy! I just think you're cool for fucks sake !" Y/n was starting to get so damn tired of his mindset.

"I understand you have this...wound but you can't just make it seem like I'm some weirdo... I'm not gonna befriend you, sleep with you, then leave! I think you're cool! " She said, "Besides, friends don't do any of that!" She added nodding. "If I say yes, are you gonna stop asking to be my friend?" He said, annoyed, he did feel a little better about her now that he knew she wasn't gonna try anything. "Yes!" Said smiling. "Does this mean I get to know your name?" She said, her smile all big.. ghost would let out a large...long dramatic sigh "Simon." He said, "That's a cute name !" She said, going to his contact, and changing his name, Ghost watched her shaking his head "But don't call me that at work. At least keep some professionalism" he said "Does that mean you'll call me by my first name?" She ignored what he said

"Did you hear what I said?" He stopped the car, turning to her with a serious look" Yes...." She said, looking away. The whole ride she didn't look him in the eyes, Ghost noticed that "look at me ." He asked, instead y/n would turning to look at a tree, Ghost would park between two cars as he gripped the girl's jaw, making her look at him. "What did I say?" He asked her, y/n stared in his eyes, fuck. She got nervous, butterflies filled her stomach as she bit her lips "Umm.. call you Lieutenant something. During work ...professional stuff..yeah." she said. Suddenly the tension between them got hot..

Ghost sighed, looking at her pretty lips a little too long.. "fuck.." he said"what... Do I have something on my face?" She said furrowing her eyebrows, confused "Nah..." He said just ..staring, was he gonna kiss her? "Hey- I mean...if you wanna kiss me .. do it, yolo?" She said, honestly she thought 3 things were gonna happen, he headbutts the fuck out of her, kisses her, or or or. Well, scratch those two things.

"That'd be unprofessional.." he said, his eyes never leaving her lips. "Oh for fucks sake then fire me for this." She lifted his mask to his lips, kissing him, and she held his face. The next thing you knew she was on his lap making out with the masked man, it got hot...he gripped her waist as her kiss got serious. A moan came from y/n as Ghost's hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly y/n heard her name being called, she snapped out of it looking at ghosts.

"Bloody hell. You look like you just saw a ghost." He said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "I'm sorry Lieutenant, what were you saying..?" Y/n said blinking a couple of times "I said did you hear what I said?" He said "Oh yeah ..professionalism." she said, sighing "No, I asked you for your address?" Now Ghost was confused "What's with you? You were just staring off?" He said, looking her up and down. "Nothing...I could've just sworn... Something had happened. But it didn't? I was just imagining it." Y/n said, "But I live...." She told him his address, she only lived a couple blocks down from him.

Eventually, y/n and ghost pulled up to her pretty house, she watched the rain fall with a smile, and then she turned to Ghost "Hey.. I have a question lieutenant.." she said "Simon, we are out of work.." he said, this girl fought to be his friend and get the privilege of knowing and calling him by his name... Now she's not? "But lieutenant sounds better," she said, aggravating Simon, and she knew she was. "God, you're annoying..what is it? What's your question" he said, sighing.. he was getting used to y/n honestly.. She was cute in a sense.

"Can we take a photo ? I wanna put it in your contact.. " she said, Ghost sighed "..." He looked at her, and the look he gave told her no, but ... She wanted a yes, she pleaded, doing the little look and all "fine." Ghost, a dog trained to kill mercilessly, cracked to a secretary pleading for a photo "but don't show anyone it. Got it?" He said

"Thank you, Simon!" She giggled and hugged him, this caught Him off guard, he wasn't.. the type of person who did physical affection, but his arms wrapped around her, hugging her back as a part of him wanted to cry, she felt so nice and warm. Something so comforting, he had the urge to protect her, the urge to lock her in a cage and keep her all to himself. "Ghost..?" She said as he spaced out, his head resting on her shoulder, his grip was firm but allowed her to move

she pulled back slightly reaching for his face, and that's when his eyes snapped to her, he released her looking away.. suddenly y/ns giggle was heard "You're a hugger." She said, "I'm a soldier." He replied she shook her head "No no, deep down that hug, you cherished it..that moment was something you're gonna remember" she said, he rolled his eyes turning his head to him"What are you- some psychologist?" He squinted.

"Oh no - I went to college for ( insert major of your choice) I could never do psychology! But my friend Audrey is a psychologist so I know a couple of things." She said proudly, Ghost nodded, he knew to remember Audrey "Come on and take this picture..you got some sleep to get." He said, "Aww you care!" She said messing with him. "Y/n." He said, "Okay okay!" She laughed, his care filled with her joy and giggles... Something for a change ... Maybe she wasn't like the others, well he hoped so.

She leaned in, getting him in the frame, but he barely was in it "Oh let me readjust!" She said she moved a little, and it didn't fix. This process went on for 6 minutes. "Note to self.. don't let y/n take pictures ." He sighed "Just... Sit on my lap for the picture." He said. Y/n grew flustered, "but I could crush you-" she said trying to find a better alternative, Ghost looked offended " ' I can lift you easy, you'll find out someday..But hurry up." She said,

she sighed, climbing into his lap hovering, getting ready to take the picture, ghost glared, putting his hands onto her waist as he forced her down with ease as if she was some kind of lightweight to him." see. not that hard to sit down and listen. Atta girl, now take the picture." He said, atta girl? Sit down and listen. Y/n was flustered by his words... Whew lord she needed to act right .. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she took the picture smiling. She didn't know what Ghost did, but she took it.

Y/n had accidentally dropped her phone, she moved back against Ghost as she bent down while sitting on him "What are you doing-" he said, his heart dropping as he felt her right above something she shouldn't be on. "Well I dropped my phone, so he still!" She said she was the only one moving around, god, she didn't mean to grind but she was doing it! Ghost bit down on his lips as he resisted the urge to just.. thrust up, suddenly he felt her warmth...that didn't help. "Y/n... Please just ...look normally.." he said, his voice cracking

"Shut up I almost got it!" She said, her lower body hovering above the said area before roughly sitting down, this made Ghost tilt his head up as he roughly gripped her waist forcing her to sit up. "Have you got that damn phone yet?" He said, his chest heaving up and down. "Yeah! I got it as soon as you pulled me up, thanks again for the ride Simon, I'll pay you back I promise...are you gonna watch me go in my house?" She asked, Simon just nodded as he watched her get up, and out of the car leaving to go inside her house

GHOST POV

fuck... I know she didn't mean to do that but... Shit. Why am I so riled up over something like that? Get it together lieutenant. He thought, he looked down at his boner as he sighed...she's in her house ...and it's not like y/n could see through his windows. He sighed, unbuckling his pants, and pulling down his boxers just to see his erect cock spring out, pre cum nearly leaking out, he removed his gloves sighed, closed them strokes his shaft. You're probably wondering what he imagined, of course, it was y/n, he tilted his head back only to see y/n bouncing on his cock, a moaning and teary mess.

He bucked his hips up into his hand as he visualized how pretty her boobs would look bouncing every time she did, looking down just to see a  bulge , he was the one causing it. Her whines and moans, her pleading for him to go faster, rougher, to choke her.  And he did just that,  then...a word came out. "love you so much!" she said, instead of shocking ghost, in this scenario he took his mask off begining to mark her up with bite marks and hickeys. Y/n gripped his short blonde shaggy hair.  His thrusts became passionate as he Whined "so good..so good .. nice and warm for me" he said in a shakey  voice... Finally, he came A little too much, the little scenario ended as he opened his eyes to him being in his car parked out  by y/ns house, he cleaned himself up. Simon has a moment of clarity... He just sighed, before speaking to himself "I'm setting myself up again..." He said before fixing himself, driving off.

[factorydefaultlu]

2, 4, and 6 from teh spicy prompt list w luffy.. i beg.. and maybe a captain!reader..

Oh Captain, My Captain

Monkey D. Luffy x GN!Reader

Exhibitionism, drooling, male masturbation, alcohol consumption, guided masturbation

Luffy didn't exactly have a lot of pirate friends, most saw him as a threat. Not you though, you found his antics particularly adorable and comedic.

Every few months you would meet up with Luffy and catch up over a few drinks. Tonight was no different, Luffy was drinking you under the table as usual

Honestly where does that boy put it?

He's always been a touchy person, but tonight it's more noticeable. Luffy's also been calling you captain every now and then, something he doesn't usually do.

Eventually you decide to bring him back to his ship, he's definitely had too much to drink and is tripping over himself.

As you help him onto the upper deck of the Merry he grips your shoulders, pulling you into a wet kiss.

"I wan' you t' come back t' my cabin wif me." his words are slurred but his eyes are locked on yours. He knows exactly what he's saying.

"Alright, but you do as I say."

Back in his room, you get him to strip his clothes and lay on the bed. You don't bother with your own garments, you just lay on your side next to him.

"Show me how you touch yourself sweet boy."

Luffy whines at your words, but takes ahold of his hardening cock. His hand squeezes the thick shaft and begins pumping his fist. He sighs at the friction and uses his other hand to play with his balls.

He's got a pretty cock that's for sure, thick and uncut, resting nicely below a mound of curly black hair.

It's shocking that he doesn't know just how handsome he is. He already looks so fucked out, a stream of drool already spilling from his lips.

"Good boy, slow your hand down. I wanna see how long you can last."

He whines, but obeys. His hand slows and he smears the sticky precum from the tip over his length.

"I wan' a kiss."

You smile and give in, accepting his wet kisses again. His drool has gathered at the corners of his mouth and you use your tongue to lap it up.

He tastes like tequila and grapefruit, the remnants of his drink of choice.

He whines again as his cock throbs in his fist, and you get and idea.

Reaching your hand up, you command him to spit in your palm. Like the good boy he is, he does as he's told.

You rub the glob of spit between your fingers and let it drip over his cock.

"Fuck your fist for me, baby."

He doesn't need to he told twice, his hips jolt as he fucks his fist. All the drool and precum on his cock makes the most delicious wet sounds.

Luffy is spilling over the edge within a minute, hot ropes of cum spraying on his belly as he cums with a loud moan.

You hope all of your nights out end like this.

[hydrangeyes]

A new adventure awaits you!

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Monkey D. Luffy x Seme male reader

Chapter Text

Height: 5'9

Gender: Male

Age: 23 (Luffy 22)

Personality: Blunt

Hair color: Dyed green, curly mess

Eye color: Hex #94544a

Body type: Soft, lightly muscular think mechanic type

Power: Yes, plant-based

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Your road to becoming a world-class chief was surprisingly a bumpy and chaotic one. Traveling land to land, learning different recipes and ingredients involved more action than you originally thought.

Then occasionally diving into the sea to catch exotic sea life that looked edible

And then, after you ate that smelly yellow fruit it weirdly even itself out. A healthy blend of too much and just enough going on in your life. Of course, you heard the legends about the highly looked-for devil fruits. But you thought they were just legends and didn't think of them much after.

Stumbling upon one while lost and eating it wasn't part of your plans. How were you supposed to know that they came in a variety of designs!? the legend only talks about the one! at least the legend you heard of.

But it has helped you both in a fight and cooking-wise.....

And really really out of all the bumps and stumbles during your journey. None of it could prepare you for the straw hat pirates. Well, definitely not their Captain Monkey D. Luffy.

It all started when you arrived back at your main place of residence. An island called Crystal Rock.

Looking out to the harbor with a smile you inwardly pat yourself on the back for picking this place out on the map. Already there were rows of fresh-looking produce being sold at stands that led to a lively marketplace.

Waving at any familiar face you make you're way to your own cozy eatery. You left it in the hands of a trusted employee and seeing them inside getting ready to open it piece warmed your heart.

You went in to help, startling your employee but they gave you a warm welcome back anyway. It was a special day and with all that you brought back, you need to prep a special menu!

It took you a while, not that you mind it gave time for regulars to come in and make a happy ruckus about your return which gained the attention of some new customers.

It was fun and finally displaying the new menu ramped things up. As you drag a barrel of alcohol on out you frown hearing how quiet things have gotten all of a sudden.

"H-hey boss.. um, some pirates came in demanding to see you?" your employee poked their head into the kitchen. They were trembling. Tensing you grab your pan as if to serve the still hot dish on it and followed them out.

"Ah."

Waiting for you there was a group that called themselves the sea urchins. A fitting name really. They've been following you around trying to get you to join their crew for months now.

Scowling you gesture to the door with the pan. "Get out of my tavern, now."

"Or what?" The captain snorts smirking as his crew laughed behind him, a few snatching drinks from cowering customers.

In a flash, you jumped over the countertop and swing your hot pan. Smacking the captain across the face. The force sending him through the window and across the street.

"Or that." You growled out.

And that's when chaos erupted.

(Mini time skip)

You don't know when but at some point between you fighting off the other crew members and the Urchin captain getting back up now with a half-burnt face, another group of pirates joined in.

When things have calmed down you bashed that stupid urchin captain's head hard enough to send him packing, you looked up to check on your tavern.

"Ah, what a relief it's still standing...well...except for the window," you grumbled to yourself.

Checking it over almost made you forget about the other pirate group. Hearing them check on each other you turn and blink. Those eyebrows......

"Sanji-sama!?"

(Timeskip lol)

Sanji couldn't believe you were only able to recognize him from his eyebrow pattern. But in your defense, you have yet to see anyone with similar brows.

Now here you were after the fight, treating the group to a late feast. A thank you gift for helping in the fight.

While you were chatting with Nami and Usopp (I love him), Luffy inches his way to Sanji while devouring his pile of food.

"Hey hey, Sanji?"

"hm?"

"How do you know Y/n?"

Luffy asks staring at you curiously. Sanji hums glancing at Zoro "Ah we crossed paths when I was younger, I kind of took him in and- wait hold on!" He stops and points at Luffy standing in front of him glaring "We already have a cook, ME!"

Luffy pouts up at him, moving Sanji's hand from his face.

"That's not why I asked! Tho... I do really like his food.."

"Ah, I'm glad you do Luffy!" a voice calls from behind Sanji, startling him to the ground. You raise an eyebrow at the goofy man and step over him grinning at Luffy.

"I want to make the best for the person who helped protect my tavern after all." you hummed. For the first time in a long while Luffy's face became flush and he appeared flustered.

"W-well um It's nothing really! Is this really okay, making all this that is?" He squeaks out rubbing the back of his neck looking up at you shyly.

'Cute.' You think to yourself and chuckle smirking "It's more than alright, I've stuffed our storage to the brim." you purr softly, Luffy looks you over in a daze then away. You almost burst out laughing as Luffy suddenly looks redder than an apple. His mind running over less than innocent things for once.

"Eh? Sanji-sama is your captain a pervert?????"

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aaaaa this went longer than I expected lol. Hope you like it, kinda ran with this one then semi-lost steam (❛‿❛✿̶̥̥)

Requested by: @AntonellaVelazcoGuer Thank you!!!!

[horrormurderkill]

Promise, you'll be by my side?

Yandere (Male) x Reader

Note: author can't decide Curtis' characteristics, reader is a stalker and a bit strange. No mentions of killing, yet

"[Name]? Who ya starin' at?" A team member chirps in, sitting next to you. Your eyes have never left his figure and honestly, you don't know why. He's the new man for every soldier to look up to now, but you being the team's value, captain put him under your wing. They say he's a literal legend, a killing machine, however, you're the one to judge that.

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Profile:

Name: Curtis Chamberlain

Age: 28

Height: 6'1/185 cm

Weight: 141 lbs/ 64 kg

Family member: None

Physical traits: heavy, dirty blonde and curly hair, styled into Crew Cut, droopy eyes (grey eyecolour).

Mannerisms: very stoic, rude at times, very clingy to me but not to others.

Sleeping Schedule: Strict and sleeps exactly at 21:00.

Skills: Quick movements, great strength, extremely silent (points for his stalking ability).

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- Curtis immediately became curious about you, but still kept his distance at all times. But after captain put him to train under you, keeping distance was difficult. One, he was perplexed on the training part. Every mouth and voices' owner who utter his name are always bound to be intimidated by him, yet he's supposed to be prepared by you?

- Two, it's not that much of a help when you're near him almost every time. At the barrack's kitchen? You're in a certain corner, watching him. Curtis checking the grounds and see if there's no enemy? He got spooked by you sneaking up on him.

- After a while though, he started to like it. Even want it throughout his days. Curtis' face expresses grumpiness and attitude, but when you're near, watching him as always, his lips twitches to a smirk.

- Protectiveness over you is 100%. He's strapped, geared and ready to throw someone away in any situation he deems necessary. Not quite clingy, but it depends on the mood.

- Does he see you as a in distress type of person? Kind of. Not because he wants to look down on you, but he just feels like he, Curtis Chamberlain, should safeguard you. Ignores the out of pocket lines you say when near him, the staring contest that seems to make a normal interaction into an awkward circumstance, for the others.

- He even found your lingering eyes on him, when he suddenly woke up from the feeling of being observed. Luckily, it's just you. Sighing slightly, he pulled you onto the bed, hugging you in concealed excitement. You're letting him touch you? You usually hate touch from people, except Lady Luck seems to be on his side right now.

- When you two train, he's always going to the showers, face flushed more than normal. Hint: It's some parts of yours, which he extremely wants to lay a hand on. It's every part of yours.

- He's kinda adorable too. Writing on and crumpling certain amount of papers every night, whining about how the letter isn't going his way. Or muttering to himself regarding the stern face you'd probably going to make to him, once Curtis confesses.

- 'So childish sometimes but a brilliant soldier he is.' You shake your head while you thought of it, closing the notebook in relation to your trainee.

[tiredly101]

Aren't you a jewel?

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Killian Jones x Emma Swan Brother Male!Reader

Timeline: Killian Jones flirting with Emma at beginning until you put him up against a wall and tell him to stop hitting on your twin sister. Male!Reader went with alongside Emma when she was put in the tree as a baby (just imagine the tree takes three persons instead of only two). (After they took Peter Pan out of Henry's body)

Warning: He found what happened in the timeline attractive. Male!Reader is kind of OCC called as Jack throughout the story (you can change the name). Relentless flirting.

His nickname for you: Jewel

It wasn't weird that the great Captain Hook found a woman, Emma Swan, attractive. He mostly found most woman attractive when they have a sort of bite, what he didn't expect was that it could happen if a man that was handsome did the same.

Jack was as normal as the next guy, son of the famous Prince Charming and Snow White; complete opposite in personality since he would not give a fuck about anyone's feeling if it was a life or death situation; he was a little bit impulsive too but still a great guy. When he found out there was a pirate hitting on his twin sister, who literally looks nothing like him, he decided to take action on it unlike his nice-to-the-bone father.

Captain Hook pov

I'm walking down the docks when I see a gorgeous man; he was perfectly build, had beautiful curly black hair with some stunning grey eyes that popped out because of the slight eyeliner he had on. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that still showed of his perfectly sculpted arms. Apart from all of that he was wearing some beautiful black boots.

"Aren't you jewel?", I thought while I looked at him as discreetly that I could. I guess I didn't do such a great job since he started walking my way. He didn't stop when he reached where I was standing so I instinctively started to back up until I finally was against a wall.

When he finally reaches me, I put my hands up out of instinct, well a hook and a hand, in a try of self defense but he simply grabs both and puts them on top of my head preventing movement and one of his legs ended up pressing against my crotch while he leaned over to see my face better. I can now tell that his grey eyes have specks of blue and his face was littered with freckles that just added to his beauty. What I definitely couldn't help but notice that the pressure of his knee on my crotch brought a sense of pleasure that wasn't intended by the beautiful man.

— You're quite handsome which doesn't help on threatening you but stay the hell away from my sister — the man said with a voice that just matched his look. This is bloody intoxicating.

— Mate, you may have to tell me who your sister is, aye? — I said while straining my voice slightly at the feeling of his knee moving a bit.

— Emma Swan and I'm Jack Swan — said Jack while he held eye contact in such a way that made me swallow harshly.

— I won't bother her again mate, you can trust me in that — I said while I clench my jaw harder at the feeling of his leg moving but he seemed to notice and he smirked while he moved his leg harsher making me whimper against my will.

— I believe you — Jack said before letting my hands go and walking away with a slight sway on his hips. I watched as he walked away while my eyes trained at his ass after I looked at front he floor (like in the gift). I smile to myself since I now need to woo the handsome man know as Jack Swan.

-

I'm taking a sip from my coffee at Granny's when I see Jack enter with Henry next to him. I can't help but overhear their conversation.

— Let me get this straight, little man. You want to check out the mines that everyone is banned from because of security issues because there might be some magical thingy that might help stop Rumple from killing Captain Hook aka Killian Jones? — asked Jack while sitting two or three seats away from me, not noticing my mere existing.

— That's correct — said Henry while he looked at Jack expecting an answer.

— So my opinion's are, get killed by Regina aka your mom because I didn't stop you, get killed by my sister aka your other mom because I didn't go with you or get killed by my nephew aka you because you dragged me to the mines? — asked Jack while Henry nodded while he looked at Jack with hope. Jack looked like he was thinking before I saw him shrug.

— I'm going with the third option, just let me change and get actual things we need in a mine. Just wait for me, here have some money and buy yourself a hot chocolate or something while you wait — Said Jack before walking off after giving Henry the money.

Some minutes passed and I see Jack with a tight white shirt and some loose military pants making me swallow hard yet again.

— Let's go little man, adventure and possible death from your uncle awaits — said Jack while he and Henry walked off towards the mines. I should probably tell the Charming's that their kid and grandchild are both going towards danger.

-

I finally arrive at the apartment and knock on the door. I'm received by Snow White otherwise known as Mary Margaret and Prince Charming also known as David. I can see in the background Emma Swan and Regina, or the Evil Queen, talking over a cup of coffee.

— I'm going to make it short mate's and lassie's, Henry and Jack are going towards the mines that she banned the public from going to — I said while I pointed at Regina while everyone looked at each other in what seemed to be panic.

— Well, what are we waiting for? — asked David while everyone started to leave the apartment heading towards the abandoned mines.

-

When we get there, the first thing we see is Henry looking around in panic until his eyes land in us where he makes a sign to follow him.

— C'mon, hurry! — said Henry as we all ran after him, following him. I can't help but wonder where Jack is.

We look around and see Henry running towards Jack whom is laying in the ground while some blood come from his head and from a big shard of cristal stabbed in his leg.

I run towards Jack and pick him up while I let the other's guide me to the hospital. I look at Jack face and see how his eyes open slightly making him stare at me. I smile at him and see how a small blush spreads though his cheeks before he closes his eyes again with a sight.

— You told on Henry and me, didn't you? — Jack asked me while his face scrunched in slight pain while he snuggled closer to my chest. I look at him and smile to myself.

— Aye, mate — I said while I kept on following the rest of the Charming's. I feel some lips in my check making me stop for a second before going back to running. I look at Jack and I see him smiling like if he didn't do anything, like if he won a game.

I stop in my tracks and give Jack a kiss. I gave him a peck but then I gave him another one and another and another until we were kissing passionately. I feel him moan quietly when I enter my tounge in his mouth and with that little insetive I started sucking and exploring every single corner of his mouth.

— Hook! Stop kissing my son and get your ass inside of the car — screamed David making me pull away from Jack's mouth with a smile and a bit of embarrassment but Jack gave me another bruising kiss while he pulled my hair and then let me run to the truck.

Looks like I won a battle but it seems Jack won the war, yet again...

[carmensbrain]

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Carmen/Carma 🎀 (she/her)

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[harryspet]

the alpha’s trophy [2] s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, heavy on the praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (male/female recieving), inexperience reader, teacher!steve, manipulation

A/N: a little conclusion to the story :)

In which you fall deeper under Steve’s influence. 

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part one

For the first time in weeks, you were able to clear your head. Steve wasn’t inside you or lapping at you or massaging your breasts. He was gone on an emergency and, although you craved him, you were beginning to remember the circumstances that led you here. How Steve had carefully and calculatingly planned all of this. You dressed yourself, wearing clothing for the first time in too long, choosing a black t-shirt of yours and a floral midi skirt.

You almost didn’t have the courage to face the house staff, knowing they’d been hearing your desperate mewling for hours on end. You put on the bravest face you could as you pushed through the swinging, kitchen doors. Cynthia, the chef, was peeling boiled eggs by the sink and you slowly made your way around the island so you could face her. Her smile widened when she saw you and you felt an instant relief. 

She was a woman who you guessed was in her late forties, with curly blonde hair and dimples on both sides of her mouth. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, honey. Are you hungry?”

You shook your head, your hands tightly gripping the counter, “I was wondering if there was a telephone I could use.”

“Do you need to speak to Captain Rogers?” She further questioned and you were glad she didn’t seem taken aback by your request. 

“Maria Hill,” You responded, “Do you know her?”

“Not personally, honey. Do you know her phone number?”

“Well … no.” You went on to ask her about the various ways one could find someone’s phone number. That led to a history lesson on phone books and how Cynthia basically hadn’t seen one in a decade. Besides that, Maria Hill was too important of a figure for her personal phone number to be just found online. 

It wasn’t a hard task for Steve to keep you hidden away. All he had to do was rely on the fact that you didn’t know anyone else, knew way too little about the outside world, and that it would always be his word against yours. 

“Maybe you can ask Captain Rogers to help you get in contact with her,” It was your only option. Unless she found you herself, you’d probably had to go through Steve to get to her. 

You were silent for a moment, “When do you think he’ll be back?”

“He’s making the talk show and roundtable runs all day so I wouldn’t expect him to be back until late night.”

“Talk show?” Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?”

She rinsed off her hands, implying that you should follow as she made her way to the living room. “People have been wondering about you and Captain Rogers after the senate meeting. I think he wants to make sure there aren’t any rumors out there.” You watched her grab one of the remotes and flick on the flat screen television. 

Immediately, you saw one of the photos of you standing beside Steve inside the capitol. Your doe eyes were looking up at him and it didn’t seem like you were scared but in awe of him. The picture faded away and Steve appeared, all smiles, as he sat next to a dark skinned woman with pin-straight, perfectly styled hair. Her hot pink, peplum dress contrasted against her skin and the blue background. Across the bottom of the screen you saw the words GMA and “CAPTAIN STEVE ROGERS TELLS ALL ABOUT LAST OMEGA”. 

“Oh my stars,” You thought out loud, your eyes wide with fear. 

“The entire country – excuse me, the entire world has been reeling ever since the news broke. We all had no idea what we’d be seeing, what this Omega would like, what they would be like, how the government would choose to react. I mean, we all knew how important this woman is going to be in the grand scheme but it's safe to say we were all still a little caught off guard by the situation. What was your first reaction to seeing her?”

“My first reaction to seeing Y/N,” Steve repeated the question and you sensed he was faking sincerity, “Well, I felt what any Alpha might feel in that sort of moment. Seeing the sea of reporters and cameras following her, knowing that every eye was on her, I felt she needed protection. She didn’t ask for any of this. She didn’t ask to be treated like a celebrity nor did she choose to be in the care of people that didn’t have her best interest.”

A picture of Bruce appeared on the screen and you completely lost all the air in your lungs. 

“What do you think Bruce Banner’s ultimate plan was? A lot of people are confused as to why such a respected man like him would engage in this kind of behavior.”

“I believe he thought there was an evolutionary reason for why no more Omegas were being born. He believed that as a society, we didn’t need them, and eventually we wouldn't need a ranking system. If it was up to him, Y/N would die as the last Omega. I’m not sure what or who radicalized him but dangerous ideas like that … they serve no place in our society.”

The woman feigned shock, “Wow, the world without a ranking system? I can’t even imagine that. More reason to thank our brave federal agents for rescuing her. Now, I’m sure as much as the world is confused by this situation, I’m sure Y/N was even more baffled herself. It’s even been rumored that she developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome while living with Dr. Banner.”

“I’d say there was a lot of confusion, at first, and I completely respect her feelings towards Dr. Banner. To her, she lost a father figure which I wouldn’t wish on anyone,” Tears pricked your eyes at his words. It was like he was using this entire situation, manipulating it, so he’d come out as the understanding and compassionate, good guy, “But I’m sure everyone would be happy to know she’s adjusting well.”

“And there’s no point in beating around the bush anymore. Apparently, your relationship with Y/N has changed quite a bit. I have to admit, after seeing you two together, I was hoping sparks would fly. Is it true that she’s chosen you as her mate?”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, like he was attempting to choose his words with the utmost precision. It was like he was trying to come off as humble as possible, “It’s true. But the details I’ll leave for her to share in the future. I just want the world to know how much of a special person that she is and getting to know her these past few weeks, I do believe she represents a bright future for this country.”

“Thank you for sitting down with me, Captain,” It seemed like the reporter was looking you right in the eyes as she turned to the camera, “We’ll be right back in a minute.”

Who knew how many people were tuning in to watch the famous Alpha on TV. He wasn’t even finished telling this false story, Cynthia had said he’d be making that rounds all day. And implying that you’d tell your own story eventually? He expected you to lie to the world too and you decided right then that you wouldn’t let him parade you around the news. He could keep you locked in the house, touch you until you couldn’t remember your own name, but you wouldn’t help him put up this façade of you. 

“Honey-”

“Don’t call me honey, please,” Steve’s pet names were enough. You didn’t want Omega or honey or sweetie or baby. You just wanted to be yourself. You wiped your tears as they fell,  “I-I’m sorry. I’m going upstairs. Please don’t send any food up.”

You walked away, making your way through the pristine home, up the stairs, and sadly to the only place that made you feel comfortable. A bed covered in Steve’s scent. 

Steve’s raised voice woke you from your hibernation. You couldn’t hear what was exactly said but you recognized another female’s voice as Cynthia’s. You sat up in bed as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. You pulled the covers over your head, balling up your limbs into the fetal position, and shut your eyes tightly. 

You heard a sigh leave his lips as the door opened. He moved relatively quietly but you picked up the sound of glass being placed on the nightstand. The bed dipped beside you and you began to whisper to yourself, praying that you’d be reunited with Bruce and that you could have the room you loved back. 

“Y/N?” You ignored him, continuing to pray, “You have to eat three meals a day. You can’t order Cynthia to not fix your food.”

As you continued to not respond or move, Steve finally grew frustrated and pulled the comforter away from your body. Instantly, you pushed your body away from him, settling in on the other side of the huge bed, “I need you healthy-”

“I want to talk to Maria,” You stated plainly.

“Y/N-”

“If you’re not a cold hearted liar, you’ll at least let us have a phone call. I want to speak to her. And soon.”

“Why the name calling, Omega?” It was meant to bruise my ego and you didn’t know why you expected him to not fight your fire with his own, “We’ve been doing so good lately.”

“Because you lie to the entire world like it’s nothing.”

“The world wouldn’t care about the truth, Y/N. What I say out there doesn’t actually affect our personal lives. I just have a certain reputation to maintain.”

“I want to speak to Maria.”

“Fine. I’ll arrange a call for you two. I don’t know what you’re expecting her to say. She doesn’t have the power to reverse any of this.”

“I have no doubt there’s someone out there, more powerful than you, that sees through your lies,” You spat, your back still turned to him. 

“You’re more naive than I thought then,” You felt like a hand was wrapped around the heart in your chest, squeezing it. His words had struck you deep and had hurt your Omega even more. Yesterday, she was begging him to call her a good girl and now he was practically calling you stupid. 

You rose from the bed vehemently. “I’m not naive,” You seethed. 

“You are,” Steve stood, his voice completely stern, “You’ve only really known two people well throughout your whole life. You never went to school. Never had the chance to make friends. You’ve never really traveled. You have no idea who you are yet.”

“I do.” Your voice came out in such a whisper that you could barely recognize it, “Don’t . . . don’t say that-”

“People have lied to you your entire life, I’m not sure you know what’s really fact and fiction. You’re the only one of your kind and you’re lost.”

His words piled onto you like heavy weight and you felt your knees buckling until you were on the ground, “Please,” You whispered, your face wet with tears that you hadn’t realized started falling. His words were on top of you, crushing you, but soon you were weightless as he lifted you into his arms. 

He pulled you back to the bed, resting you on his lap, as you whimpered into his shoulder. Soothing hands petted your hair, slowly coaxing the sadness out of you, “One thing I can tell you that you are is mine. I’m going to show you your true purpose, little girl. I know you can behave better than this.”

“I can’t-” You hiccupped, “I can’t, I can’t–”

You weren’t shocked by your own tears or the turmoil you felt inside. Your emotions had never been so up and down since meeting Steve. He’d insist it was because you were still resisting your true nature. 

Steve shushed you, “You can be exactly what I want. My perfect mate. You want to be a good girl, right?” 

Your body tensed, fingernails digging into the fabric as your throat became tight. You were trying to hold the words inside you back, to push them down into the pits of your stomach. No longer could you distinguish between Steve’s real voice and the voice used to control you. It was all the same now. He’d discovered the first time you’d been intimate that you craved his approval and praise. 

Steve rubbed your lower back, placing soft kisses near your ear, “Good girls get lots of privileges.”

“Privileges?” Your voice was a whisper. 

“They get to feel good, all the time,” You peeled your face from his shoulder and the two of your eyes met. It was like you hadn’t truly looked at each other till now. There was always anger and frustration, at first, and then you two ended up crumbling. He could be just as gentle as you when he wanted to. 

“What if they want you to feel good?” You asked not very nonchalantly, “Wouldn’t that be the … kind thing to do?”

“You want your Alpha to feel good?” Steve’s hands traveled up your waist, caressing you like you were velvet. His strong hands were gently with your breasts, exploring one of your sensitive peaks with his fingertips, “Well, that’s a little bit of a  predicament. Because Alpha’s always put their Omega’s first.”

“We can feel good together,” Steve grinned wickedly at your words.

“Of course,” The hand on your breasts moved to your face and he easily pulled your lips to his.

Steve felt so young with you in his arms. Your movements were always so eager, never taking a break to breathe when your lips were on each other. The dry humping, your bouncing hips, made him feel like a teenager but he liked how the tension built this way. It drove him crazy until the Alpha had to flip you over and taste what he’d been missing all day. This time, however, it was you that wanted to taste him. 

It was only when Steve was laid down on the bed and you were gripping him in your hand that you lost a bit of your confidence. Although Steve had pleased you plenty in these past few weeks, you hadn’t gotten personal with him in this way yet and you soon realized you really had no idea what you were doing. Steve seemed to notice, sitting up until you were face to face again. 

“It’s okay, you’re doing good. Hold it exactly like you are, just a little tighter, honey,” You did as he instructed, applying more pressure to his shaft, “Now move your hand up and down, stroke it. Good girl.”

Steve leaned back on his elbows, “Now, put your mouth around me. Get it wet.”

You started with your tongue, tasting his tip and licking around it. Although his size was intimidating, you felt your desire increasing, “Let me see those eyes, Y/N,” You felt your cheeks heat up but you did your best. As you took him fully in your mouth, it was easier to tell what he liked by the expressions on his face. 

With every praise from his lips, you were even more enthusiastic and even more wet than before. You went faster, using both hands and your mouth to pleasure your Alpha. Steve’s head tilted back suddenly, “Wait, Y/N,” It was the most desperate his voice had sounded, “Wait-”

You knew you were sending him over the edge, and despite the fact that you were meant to let him guide you, you needed to fully taste him. Steve finished in your mouth and you weren’t hesitant to taste him or swallow it. Sitting back on your own knees, a smile formed on your lips, as some of his cum dripped down your chin. Steve was smirking evilly as he admired you, “Don’t you think for one second that this means we’re done.”

Still breathing heavily, Steve grabbed you, pulling you in before pinning you beneath him, “I’ll be ready again soon,” He said, “In the meantime, I’m gonna taste you until you're begging me to stop.”

Later

The neighborhood you and Steve lived in was military housing for Fort Meade. Like Steve had said, being a good girl had its privileges. Guarded by several armed men, Steve showed you around the base, even allowing you to meet some of the military wives that lived in your cul de sac. Surprisingly, other than the giant planes and huge tanks, the location was quite boring. There were only a few activities servicemen could do for entertainment and one of them was bingo at the community center.

You didn’t win your game but Steve promised to bring you back, surprised by how entertaining you found it. 

Steve was right about Maria Hill. There was really nothing she could do. You could still tell the woman was genuine and wanted to help you. Part of you wasn’t really listening as she began to list the politicians and people she was in contact with. Maybe you’d become weaker but what Steve said earlier in the week was still sitting with you. Maybe you didn’t truly know what the world was. Maybe he was the best thing for you. 

“Y/N, what are you most excited about when it comes to your future?”

The woman in front of you seemed disappointed when she met you at first, probably because you didn’t gush over her or know exactly how popular she was. Steve had only told you the name of her show thirty minutes before she walked into your house. There was an entire TV crew inside and several cameras pointed at you currently.

“Traveling,” You answered truthfully, your hands neatly folded in your lap, over your white dress. Steve was dressed nicely as well because you were meant to do a full photoshoot after the interview. The interview would air and you and Steve would be plastered on magazine covers soon afterwards, “With Captain Rogers,” You added. 

“There’s so much Y/N hasn’t seen and I know the people of the world want to meet her. People are losing faith in the ranking system and we’re proof that it’s still alive and well. It’s a special thing we have to preserve,” Steve said in his much more detailed and eloquent answer. If you looked past the interviewer, you could see a monitor showing exactly what the camera was seeing. Steve was so much larger than you that you were afraid it might appear that you were sinking into the couch beneath you. 

You suddenly felt insignificant despite the words he was saying.

“How long do you guys plan on traveling?”

“Only a few months. We want to make sure everything is perfectly safe for Y/N,” You felt a hand on your waist, snaking around your hips, and you were reminded of where you were, “Fortunately, we have a good excuse.”

“I know you guys have breaking news,” The reporter smiled so wide you were sure she was going to hurt herself, “Y/N, is there something you would like to announce?”

Steve looked at you and the air in the room seemed to thicken. Your lips parted but no words left. You hadn’t completely wrapped your mind around the news and yet you were still announcing it to the entire world. Steve was patient and seemed to notice your hesitancy. 

“We’re expecting,” Steve announced instead, “She’s three months along…”

In that moment, as you began to tune the rest of the conversation out, you realized that you were trusting Steve not only with your life but with the life of the baby inside you. By the time the interview was over, you were back on earth, with an adoring Steve holding you to him. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, one of his hands roaming on your belly, “You were perfect, honey. Perfect.” 

The anxiety left you at his words. You leaned into his touch, your body knowing that when you were good for him, everything in your world was good too.

[cherrygummycandy]

Memories leave with the tide.

A sea beast Captain Crows Crew x Shipwrecked!Reader

(A few things. I've set this in a Canon in which Jacob and Maisie return to a newly built Inevitable, which now hunts criminals and various magical treasures instead of beasts. Also, the skinny guy that Jacob helps throughout the film didn't get named, so I named him Jamie. He looks like a Jamie, right?)

The sound of turbulent waves lapping against the shore echoes across the beach, as the crew of the ex-hunter ship the 'Inevitable' loaded various cargo off the boat. Everyone had various tasks, from moving crates, to slacking off. Captain Crow, though his reputation is in question with many, remains captain. Standing on deck by the main mast, he busies himself charting a course with Sarah Sharpe. Jacob assists the crew in their efforts to move crates, once more saving Jamie from being crushed under a crate too big for his skinny stature.

"Whoa there, watch yerself', ye can't be runnin' around like you can carry this much! There's plenty of daylight left for moving stuff, don't overwork yourself." Jacob picks the young lad up by the shoulders, setting him back upright and dusting off his vest. Jamie sheepishly scratches his neck with a sigh. "Sorry, Jacob! I'll be more careful, I just feel like Ms. Merino wants me to hurry up..." He glances over in the direction of Ms. Merino. Jacob follows the lad's gaze, and sees the Fiery-haired (and tempered) woman yelling various obscenities and what-not at the crew.

"HURRY UP, YE' LUBBERS, OR THE CAPTAIN WILL HAVE YE' PEELIN' POTATOES TILL DAWN!" she screeches. Jacob chuckles, and turns back to his frightened shipmate, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Merino, I'll stick up for ye if she bites." Jamie eyes only widen as Jacob walks away with a smirk. "S-SHE BITES?" Jamie yells after Jacob.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the beach, a young girl plays with a chubby blue creature. Maisie Brumble chucks a rough piece of driftwood across the beach, only for the little blue beast to flop after it. After a few moments, the stick is back in Maisie's hands, ready to be thrown again. She gets ready to throw again, her arm stretched back, when suddenly a force grabs the stick and pulls Maisie up into the air. "AHH! Jacob Holland, put me down!" Maisie squeals, feigning annoyance. "Sorry, Mais, but I told ye' to stay by the ship. It's way too dangerous for you to be this far away." The strong male begins to drag the child back to the ship. Maisie groans, and rolls her eyes. "Dangerous!? Sarah taught me how to use my knife, and besides-" She wiggles, and drops the stick and falls to the ground. She picks up the little creature flopping after her and Jacob. "Blue will protect me!" She waves blue in front of Jacob with a grin. The creature pants happily, and Jacob only looks down with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh. Back to the ship, young lady-" He points behind him. Maisie pouts, slowly dragging her feet against the sand to emphasize her annoyance. "But Jacob... I'm having fun... and the ship is... so far..." She groans, before dramatically throwing herself down onto the damp sand. "Please, I've carried two crates of cannon balls on my shoulders, ye' way nothing." Jacob hoists the child over his shoulder. He playfully musses her curly hair, shaking some sand out of it. As the pair tease each other back and forth, Blue suddenly stops following them. "Blue, come on!" Maisie calls, but he doesn't follow. "Jacob, stop! Something's the matter with Blue..." Maisie says. His brows furrow and he turns to face behind, to see the little blue ball of blubber hopping down the beach into the treeline.

He can feel Maisie glaring at the back of his head from his shoulder, and only sighs. "Alright, let's see what that odd beast is up too." He plops Maisie back down. The girls quickly runs after the creature, prompting Jacob to follow, before knocking his foot against a shell. "Aw, bloody-" He groans, before being cut off. "Jacob, come quick!" Maisie's voice carries to him, and a wave of panic washes over him. He runs in the direction of her voice, ignoring the throbbing he now feels in his foot. When he arrives, panting heavily, he is relieved to see Maisie appears unharmed. "Don't screech like that, lass. Had me frightened." He scolds, leaning against a tree in an attempt to catch his breath. "Now, what is it?" The girl points out of the tree line, and Jacobs gaze lands on a boat, small and damaged, laying on the shore. "No, there." Maisie tugs on his sleeve and points a little to the left, where a crumpled figure lays in the sun, clothes torn and soaked from the tides.

"Holy sea-beasts-" Maisie glares at him. "Right, uh, sorry. No more sea-beast themed exclamatory phrases." He awkwardly coughs, then turns his attention back to the sight before him. Drawing his weapon, he begins to cautiously approach the body, waving Maisie behind him. Despite their stealth, Blue waddles toward the body ahead of them, stopping beside the body. "No! Don't get too close, Blue!" Maisie whisper-yells, her hands trying to wave Blue back towards them. Blue simply ignores them, chirping and nuzzling its head against the body. Jacob sighs, and approaches the body. The man looks down at you. Though you appear to be worse for wear, clothes torn and skin bruised, you're still breathing. "Okay, Maisie, run back to the ship, tell Sarah and the captain we've found someone. I'll carry them back." Jacob moves to pick you up, but Maisie does not move from her spot. "You run ahead, and I'll bring them back to the ship." Maisie suggest. Brow raised, Jacob asks "Have ye ever had to carry an unconscious body?" Maisie thinks, then looks back up. "H-have ye?" She asks. He doesn't respond, and the girl quickly grabs her blue companion, and begins running in the direction of the ship. Jacob picks up your unconscious form, careful to avoid the injuries given to you by the harsh waves.

Back at the ship, Captain Crow begins to give orders to the doctor about preparations that should be made, while Sarah Sharpe stands with a telescope, looking for Jacob's approaching figure. Maisie sits on the ship-rail, feet dangling as she kicks them back and forth, half excited and half nervous. "Captain, I see Jacob!" Sarah shouts down. As Jacob reaches the ship, various crew members try to get a peek at the mysterious person on Jacob's back. "Back up, you lot! Don't crowd, get back to work!" Sarah yells, causing the crowd to disperse with a few grumbles and complaints.

The buzzing in your ears slowly fades out, replaced by the sounds of voices you don't recognize. You groan slightly, attempting to blink as the darkness fades to color. Though still blurry, it seems you're in a bed, with a few figures around you. "-n you hear us?" A female voice calls, her voice fading in and out. You make another grumble, and attempt to sit up. You hiss in pain, gripping your waist at the tenderness of the skin, before looking at the group around you. A young girl with dark curly hair and a curious face stares up at you, and a serious faced woman stands behind her. Closest to you, a blonde haired man is sat, legs crossed, on an operating table. "Who are you, w-where am I?" You ask, pulling the bed sheets over yourself as a feeling of anxiety washes over you. "Easy, easy." The blonde man puts his hands out in surrender. "We don't want to hurt ye'." You try to steady your breathing, and readjust your position under the man's gaze. You feel your cheeks heat up a tad at the intense gaze.

"My name is Jacob Holland, this is Sarah Sharpe." He motions to the stern faced woman. "You're on the Inevitable. We-" He's cut off by the small girl. "And I'm Maisie Bramble. My friend Jacob neglected to introduce me!" Maisie says proudly, sticking a hand out for you to shake. Despite your nervousness, you shake her hand, amused by this young girl's antics. "Right, well, as I was saying before I was INTERRUPTED-" Jacob glares at Maisie, only making her giggle. "We found you by a wrecked sailboat. Do you remember what happened?" He asks. You try to ignore the throbbing in your skull, and try to focus on what you remember. Like a thick fog of cloud, there seems to be something preventing you from remembering anything.

"No... I, I can't remember anything." You say softly. "Nothing at all?" Sarah asks, a suspicious tone present in her voice. Her face softens slightly when your eyes begin to well with tears. "I can't remember anything!" You begin to feel the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks. "Hey, It'll be alright. It'll be okay, really." Jacob says, clearly unsure how to approach the situation, but trying to be comforting. Maisie takes a different approach. She simply steps closer, and wraps her arms around your midsection. "Wha-" You say, confused. After a few moments, you sigh, and hug her back. You pull away and wipe at your eyes, sniffling a little. "Thanks, kiddo. And thank you." You address Sarah and Jacob. "Thank you for bringing me to your ship, and rescuing me. I don't know how I can repay you, and I hate to ask more of you but..." You sigh. "Could I possibly come with you? Wherever you're headed, I just think If I was in a city I could find out who I am, or get closer at least." Jacob nods. "Of course, we can't leave ye' abandoned on an island." Sarah whips her head in Jacobs direction. "You don't have the authority to make that call, Jacob." She says pointedly. Jacob sighs. "I'm going to be the captain someday." He whines. "Someday is not today, I'll go talk to the captain." She turns and leaves, heading up the steps and out of the doctors room.

"She's right, y'know." Maisie says. Jacob pouts and looks at her. "Not helping Maisie."

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson

Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson x Harrington! reader

Warnings: none, except fluffiness and some slight cursing

(A/N): so this is my first time trying to write an imagine for Eddie, let me know what you guys think!

Part 2 is here!

Being Steve Harrington’s little sister had some cons and some pro’s to it. The cons were that you were never called your name, just Steve’s little sister. You could never tell if people actually wanted to be your friend, or if they wanted to get in with Steve. People also thought you were just like him. The pros were that you were the complete opposite of him; quiet and studious. Being quiet actually helped you to avoid people, so that was a plus in itself. Also, having Steve be a year older always meant he was a grade higher and he was able to stand up for you; that is, until he graduated.

Usually, if someone was messing with you it would get back to King Steve and it would be taken care of before lunch time. However, now you were on your own at Hawkins High and it was hard living in your brothers shadow. You weren’t captain of any sports teams, you just played for the softball team. You also weren’t into massively sleeping around with people; which didn’t take well with the guys in your grade. They figured you had to be like your brother. You had to be aching to get around. They couldn’t have been more wrong. But, you didn’t like confrontation.

That’s how you found yourself unable to get to your locker, the tardy bell ringing as you stared down a wall of 3 male students your age. You sighed, just wanting to get to class. However, they had other plans.

“Well, well, well. Looks like Harrington Jr is finally on her own without big brother to fight her fights for her.” The largest said, smirking and looking you once over.

“Leave me alone.” The words were quiet off your lips, your gaze casting downward as your converse kicked at the tiled floor; just praying this would be over quick.

“What was that? Don’t leave me alone?” Another one of the boys sneered, leaning in towards you again. He smelled like cheap cologne and desperation, the stench burning your nose as you scrunched it up in disgust.

“The lady said she wants you to leave her alone.” A male’s voice came from behind you, Eddie Munson standing there. You gulped, your eyes still down on the floor. You opened your mouth to speak when a teacher appeared in the hallway; scolding the 5 of you for not being in class yet.

“What are you gonna do freak? Cast a spell on us?” The boys exchanged high-fives as they laughed, casting a look in Eddie’s direction expectantly.

“Well, now that you mention it…” The curly haired boy trailed off, grabbing a book out of his backpack and flipping through the pages. “Ah, here it is the shrivel dick spell.”

The boys exchanged nervous glances and took their chance to run off, wanting nothing to do with this situation anymore.

“I-uh, thank you.” You mumbled shyly, your gaze meeting Eddie’s as he smiled and over dramatically bowed in front of you.

“Anything for a beautiful maiden like yourself. May I escort you to your next class?” He put his arm out to motion in front of you, giving you an easy smile.

You felt a blush creeping up on your cheek, nodding. “Of course you may.” You returned his bow with a curtsy of matched dramatic flair, laughter easily filling the air around you. The crush started there; continuing to blossom the more that you got to know Eddie as he insisted on walking you to class every day; eventually asking you to hangout at his trailer after school and then to be his girlfriend.

The two of you dated in secret for a few months; not wanting Steve to freak out once he figured out you were dating Eddie Munson. He had made it very clear that he was not the biggest fan; especially since Eddie was hanging around Dustin and the rest of the kids more. “He’s a bad influence. I don’t get what they see in him.” You used to let your brother rant, just shrugging and trying to cushion his bruised ego. However, now you saw what they saw in Eddie and it was enough to make you fall in love with him.

You loved Eddie and you didn’t care what your brother thought anymore. That’s why you had him drop you off at your house one night in the van, clearly seeing Steve look out the front windows in the living room. You leaned across to give your boyfriend a kiss; telling him you loved him before getting out to go inside and face your brother.

“Munson, seriously? Of all people?” Steve’s voice was instantly beside you as you opened the door. He was going into over-protective brother mode; just as you knew he would. He always did this. Every single time you were seeing a guy, every time.

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad. He’s super sweet and he treats me really well.” You leaned back against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest. “Besides, you’re one to sit here and criticize my dating life. What’s your body count? 12, 18, maybe 20?”

“Well, ouch first of all. Second of all, I’m just looking out for you. He’s a known drug dealer, (Y/N).” Steve ran a hand down his face, his eyes looking over your expression as you saw the worry clear as day. “You’re my little sister, damn it. Since mom and dad don’t give a shit about us, I have to make sure you’re okay.” Stress was evident in his voice, knowing how stressful the last few years had been. You weren’t a bad kid by any means, but he still had to keep you alive. That was a lot to ask of a high school boy; but you were good practice for the kids he now babysat almost every other day.

“Look, Steve. I know you worry about me. But I’ll be okay, I promise. Eddie isn’t going to hurt me. I swear on Goldie’s life.” You reached out to touch his arm, both of you chuckling as you swore on the life of the dead goldfish you both had for a whopping week as kids. “I’m still pissed at you for flushing her, by the way.”

“That was 10 years ago! I’m sorry I thought she wanted to go on a field trip to the ocean!” He instantly got defensive, his arms going up to defend himself. “But, I guess if you trust him and makes you happy, I’ll try to tolerate him. If he hurts you, though, his life is over.” His voice turned serious, giving you a curt nod before sighing and walking off mumbling under his breath about how much you stress him out.

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That was a few months ago, now you were sat in Eddie’s lap as you and the team tried to come up with a plan to destroy Vecna. At this point, your boyfriend was considered a murderer and he was considered missing. It was a lot for you to process; even with your prior knowledge of the upside down. So, it was no shock to everyone when you were sitting there in your own little world.

Eddie’s lips on the side of your neck slowly brought you back to the presence, turning your head up to look at him. “I’ll be okay, you know I will. I have a gorgeous princess I have to walk to class on Monday.” He brushed his lips against yours, giving you a reassuring smile that he tried to use to calm you down. But, you could see the fear in his eyes. You could see the anxiety he was trying so hard to bite back for your sake.

“I just wish people could see how stupid their accusations are. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” You sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his face as your eyes met his. You got lost in them, the emotion of the moment encapsulating you as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

“Lovebirds! Focus!” Steve’s voice cut through your trance, a loud huff of a sigh coming from his lips. “I really don’t need you eye fucking my sister in front of me, Munson. I’m begging you.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back in on the plan laid out in front of you that included, well- everyone but you. “Why am I not included?” You knew for a fact that you already knew the answer, but this was your boyfriend whose name you were trying to get cleared. Clearly you should be involved.

“(Y/N), there’s no way in hell I’m letting you in on this. I can’t fucking lose the one family member I like. It’s not happening.” Steve’s voice was stern, his eyes staring at you as he shook his head. “It’s not happening.” He repeated again, starting to pace around the room.

“Steve…” Nancy started carefully, knowing why you wanted to help. “Come on, we all know she feels the same way about Eddie that you feel about me. She can go with Eddie and Dustin and try and distract the bats. I’m sure they’ll protect her.”

Eddie nodded, his fingers rubbing a small circle into your waist. “There would be no bigger honor than defending my princess.” His voice was in a mocking tone, trying to pretend to be a knight before he turned back to a serious note. “Harrington, you already know I’ll protect her. If she wants to go, we can’t stop her.”

That’s when Steve turned to you, his mouth set in a straight line before he shook his head. “Fine. If you want to go, you can. But if you do, you stay with Eddie and Dustin and you better be careful.”

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eye as you smirked victoriously at your brother. “I want in.”

(A/N): So I have an idea for a part 2 if anyone wants it! Just let me know in an ask! Thanks for reading!

Part 2 is here!

[captaincoldzero]

Always Together | Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black Male Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes meets someone who makes him question his memories. Meanwhile, Bucky falls in love with someone in the 1940s. But the two people are interconnected.

A/N: The name of the Y/N in 2023 is different from the Y/N in 1940. That is why I separated it as Y/N-2023 and Y/N-1940. 

A/N.2: Sorry for any mistakes, but English is not my first language.

TW: Suicide, homophobia, racism, and a little violence

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2023

Bucky was wandering around the city. Ever since Steve died and the Avengers split up, he felt no motivation for anything. And the nightmares about his past as the Invernal Soldier kept tormenting him every time he closed his eyes.

He knew that his therapy sessions should be helping, but maybe they would only have an effect if he tried some of the things the doctor talked about. Maybe he didn't want to let it go; his nightmares could keep him alert.

He walked into a random coffee shop to order a cup of coffee, his sleepless nights were starting to affect his body.

He placed his order at the counter and sat down at an empty table to wait for his coffee to be ready. He began to look around at the people around him, none of them seemed concerned about all the trouble that Blip had caused, or about Captain America's death.

Bucky was still uncomfortable with Sam's decision about Steve's shield to turn it over to the government. He should have kept it, just as his best friend had asked.

Barnes snapped out of his thoughts as he laid his eyes on a table near one of the windows in the place.

A boy was sitting there, concentrating on something on his computer while a glass of one of those iced coffees made Bucky feel even more old-fashioned. But what caught James' attention the most was his appearance. His dark skin and curly hair, even the way he bit his mouth while concentrating. Bucky felt as if he knew that boy from somewhere.

Bucky's order had been ready and he went to get it, but when he turned around again, the boy was putting his notebook away to leave. Bucky wished he had tried to talk to him, but he didn't know what to say either. "Hi, do I know you?" or "It's been a long time, remember me?" No, that would be horrible.

1940

The bar was packed as usual. The employees there already knew the boy from all the times he had been there. This bar was the closest to the army barracks in the town, so the soldiers were always there during the night too.

All of them tried to flirt with girls, thinking they were the best things in the world just because they were soldiers. But at the end of the night, the girls would charge for attention.

(Y/N - 1940) ordered his usual drink at the bar and turned to look at the people dancing on the dance floor. Most of the men were disheveled, but they went out of their way to try to get the girls into their beds. "Idiots" thought (Y/N - 1940) with amusement.

 - (Y/N - 1940). - A friend he had at the bar found him there. - I was looking for you. You've had some soldiers looking at me since they arrived, dance with me for a while, please.

(Y/N - 1940) had made friends with many of the girls who frequented the bar and they often asked him to dance with them to keep the assholes away. He had also slept with a few, but nothing sentimental on either side.

The man took a sip from the glass the bartender poured for him and led his friend to the dance floor. And so they began to dance and have fun.

- Are they watching? - (Y/N - 1940) asked the woman, who glanced disguisedly over her shoulder.

- Yes," she made a slightly disgusted expression.

(Y/N - 1940) spun her around and lifted her body to the ground after which they both laughed.

- But there's a handsome guy among those troglodytes in uniform. - She said, looking at the soldiers who were already shifting their attention.

- So go ask him to dance. - She said, feeling a few drops of sweat falling from her forehead.

- I'd ask him, but he's not looking at me. - She said, grinning suggestively at her friend.

With one more turn, they switched places so that (Y/N - 1940) was facing the soldiers.

When the man thought to ask which soldier, he realized that he didn't need to. A single soldier at the table was not involved in the conversations. (Y/N - 1940) noticed the blue eyes directed exactly at him. At first, he thought it was something in his head, but the soldier gave a smile to (Y/N - 1940) who returned the gesture.

- I need a drink. - (Y/N - 1940) said, leaving his friend on the dance floor and returning to the bar.

(Y/N - 1940) had already had suggestive conversations with other men and a few times it went beyond the conversation. But none of them were soldiers. He orders another drink and stands with his back to the dance floor.

- Do you only dance with the girls or do some guys get that lucky too? - A male voice came from behind (Y/N - 1940).

The soldier who was watching the boy on the dance floor leaned against the counter beside him.

- That depends on what I get out of it. - (Y/N - 1940) looked quickly at the soldier's uniform. - Mr. Barnes.

- James. James Bucky Barnes. - He replied, standing a little closer to (Y/N - 1940). - I can offer you a drink and some...pleasant conversation. - James looked around. They both knew that men who had relationships with other men, even if not always, were not well regarded. And they could be killed by being obvious in public.

- I think you're going to have to do more than that, James. - (Y/N - 1940) replied, smiling at Bucky.

- And what can I do for you? - Bucky asked, smiling back.

- (Y/N - 1940). - (Y/N - 1940) held out his hand. - (Y/N - 1940) Moore.

2023

Bucky couldn't get that boy out of his thoughts. He felt like he remembered him from somewhere but couldn't remember where exactly. HYDRA had messed with his memories and left a lot of things messed up and meaningless.

He told the doctor about the boy and she advised Bucky to talk to him. In case they didn't know each other he could be a new friend, but about this, he doubted very much.

The other week, Bucky went to the coffee shop at the same time. He ordered a coffee and looked around.

Just like the other week, the boy was sitting at the same table, concentrating on his computer. Bucky stared at the boy for a while as he gathered the courage to talk to him.

He took a deep breath and walked over to him. Bucky's order was ready, but now he was in front of the man's desk. The seated boy raised his eyes curiously.

- I think that's your order. - The man spoke shyly.

- Oh... right. True. - Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously. Why did he feel this way about someone he didn't even know?

- Can I help you? - The boy asks when he realizes that Bucky has just stood there staring at you.

- No. No. - Bucky turned to go to the counter to get his coffee. - Do I know you from somewhere? - Bucky turned his attention back to the man.

- I guess ... no. - He answered confused.

- Oh, sorry. - Bucky walked away from him and took quick steps to his coffee shop.

The boy followed Bucky's movements with his eyes.

- Wait. - The boy had stood up.

The people around him started to stare at him, which made him feel embarrassed. Bucky decided to go to him, perhaps even to lessen his embarrassment.

- We have never met before, but I have the feeling that I have seen you somewhere before. I am (Y/N - 2023) Wood.

1940

(Y/N - 1940) began to meet Bucky quite often at the bar. He spent the day working and looked forward to coming home at night to meet the soldier.

Bucky introduced a short, thin friend. His name was Steve, a very good man who was proud to be part of the soldiers, even though he suffered more than the others.

One day, Bucky and (Y/N - 1940) went out into the city. Bucky took the other man to the movies and they watched Scandalous Wedding, a romantic comedy. Although the biggest concern is the war, art is still growing.

(Y/N - 1940) didn't pay much attention to the movie, but he wouldn't say that to Bucky. At one point in the film, he brought his hand a little closer to Bucky. When their pinkies touched, (Y/N - 1940) paused for a moment to get the soldier's reaction.

He kept looking at the screen, but (Y/N - 1940) got the impression he was smiling a little and it wasn't for the movie.

Bucky looked quickly at (Y/N - 1940) and placed his hand over his, squeezing gently.

When the movie ended, the two of them released their hands and got to their feet to get out of there.

- Next time we go to see a movie, try to look at the screen more. - Bucky said as we walked down the street.

- So there will be a next time? - (Y/N - 1940) asked in a playful tone.

- I thought I made that obvious. - Bucky answered, smiling at (Y/N - 1940).

They walked to a snack bar so they could get something to eat.

- The usual Tom? - The waiter asked with a smile when he saw (Y/N - 1940) coming in.

- I don't know, I have to think about it yet, John. - (Y/N - 1940) replied with the same friendly smile.

Bucky and (Y/N - 1940) sat down at a table by the window, facing each other.

- Do you know the whole city? - Bucky asked, since every time they entered an establishment or even walked down the street, someone greeted (Y/N - 1940).

- My father is a barber and people talk in the barbershop. - (Y/N - 1940) answered by fiddling with the salt shaker on the table.

Bucky noticed that (Y/N - 1940) never stood completely still. He was always playing with his fingers, swinging his leg, or fiddling with whatever was near him. But that never bothered Bucky. In addition, Bucky had also noticed that he was always looking around, always worried.

- And you? - Bucky asked.

- I what? - (Y/N - 1940) began to rotate the salt shaker in the same place.

- What do you work with?

- Oh, nothing much. - He answered without looking at Bucky.

Silence.

(Y/N - 1940) always seemed to shy away from very personal questions and this made Bucky more curious about the man in front of him.

- You look worried and nervous. - Bucky said worriedly.

- You wouldn't understand. - (Y/N - 1940) replied nervously.

- Give it a try. - Bucky comforted.

- I'd better go. - (Y/N - 1940) stood up.

Bucky grabbed (Y/N - 1940)'s wrist and (Y/N - 1940) pulled hard, looking startled at Bucky. (Y/N - 1940) looked around and Bucky noticed some people looking worried and even scared at the two of them.

- See you another day, James. - (Y/N - 1940) spoke up and left the diner.

The waiter who was an acquaintance of (Y/N - 1940)'s stared a little angrily at Bucky, but he just continued his work.

2023

Bucky went to the cafeteria early so that he could have more time to talk with (Y/N - 2023). The other week, he had to leave soon.

He arrived earlier than the boy and sat at the table that he always sat at. After a good few minutes, he finally arrives at the coffee shop.

He places his order and turns to the table that Bucky was at. When he realizes that the table is occupied, he gives Bucky a nice smile and goes to sit with him.

- I feel that you are following me. - (Y/N - 2023) says, taking the computer from his backpack.

- No. It's just a coincidence of time. - Bucky says, hiding his nervousness.

- Of course. Coincidence. - (Y/N - 2023) smiles, which makes Bucky give a sneaky smile.

Bucky remained silent while the boy organized himself with the computer and a notebook beside him.

- So, James. What do you do for a living? - (Y/N - 2023) asks after he set the computer to turn on.

Bucky took a deep breath. "I was a soldier from the last century who was brainwashed by the Nazis." I don't think that's going to work out.

- I... work on my own. - Bucky takes a sip of his coffee.

- Got it. - He turned his attention back to the computer.

- What are you doing? - Bucky asks so that the two are not silent.

- Catching up on college work. Then I go to my internship. - (Y/N - 2023) answers with a smile.

- You... - Bucky never really knew how to talk other than for missions. - Are you always busy?

- More or less. I like to keep busy. - (Y/N - 2023) said without looking at Bucky.

- You don't have time for... friends or... you know. - Bucky spoke uncertainly.

- Is this an attempt to ask me out? - (Y/N - 2023) looked up with an amused expression that made Bucky wriggle restlessly in his chair.

- N-No," Bucky said nervously and (Y/N - 2023) seemed to become more serious. - Yes, maybe?

(Y/N - 2023) smiled at Bucky who felt better about the situation.

1940

(Y/N - 1940) had not visited the bar since the day of the cafeteria. He didn't want to admit it, but he was avoiding meeting the soldier.

Bucky would never notice, but (Y/N - 1940) felt the weight of the stares of having a person of color talking to a white man.

He was walking home after work, holding back the urge to hang out at the bar with his friends, mostly employees.

He felt two pairs of eyes following him on the street. (Y/N - 1940) knew he had been followed since he left the factory.

- I know you. - One of the men caught up to (Y/N - 1940) and started walking beside the man who was walking home, keeping a certain distance.

- He is the guy who is always at that bar with the dancers. - The other man spoke from the other side of (Y/N - 1940).

(Y/N - 1940) just ignored them. He was tired, his face and hair sooty and even his light blouse had black factory marks on it, and only one side of his suspenders hung over his shoulder and the other dangling from his leg.

- I have also seen him talking to Barnes. - The man on the right spoke up. (Y/N - 1940) glanced over and noticed that they were wearing army uniforms.

- Barnes likes to make nice. Remember Rogers who is always with him too? - The other man spoke, and they both laughed.

(Y/N - 1940) kept going but decided that if he got home and the two men were still following him, he wouldn't go inside so that they wouldn't know where he lived.

- Aren't you going to say anything? - The man on the left pushed (Y/N - 1940) hard enough to knock him to the ground.

(Y/N - 1940) continued to say nothing, just getting up to move forward. But before he could stand up, he was kicked back to the ground.

(Y/N - 1940) could hear the laughter and the comments, but he knew that if he said or did anything it could be worse for him. So he could only endure in silence.

- Stand back! - (Y/N - 1940) heard a familiar voice as he felt the second kick in his stomach.

- There's Barnes. Is he here to help your charity project? - One of the men spoke with a laugh.

(Y/N - 1940) kept his face to the ground. Ashamed to look at Bucky.

- I told him to back off. - Bucky punched the man closest to (Y/N - 1940) in the face.

The second man punched Bucky and the three of them got into a fight. Bucky punches and kicks, getting hit a few times. Until the two soldiers ran out of there.

(Y/N - 1940) stood up and remained with his back to Bucky.

- You didn't have to help me. - (Y/N - 1940) stood up and walked back to the house. Bucky followed and started walking beside him. (Y/N - 1940) still hadn't looked him in the face.

- They're assholes, they deserved it. You didn't do anything, did you? - Bucky spoke a little breathlessly.

- Thanks anyway. See you later. - (Y/N - 1940) said, going up a metal staircase to enter his apartment.

- Hold on. - Bucky held (Y/N - 1940) and turned him towards himself. - What happened? Why are you avoiding me?

(Y/N - 1940) took his first look at Bucky. He had blood dripping from the side of his face, a bruise that was already turning purple on his cheek, and a cut on his mouth.

- We can't go on with this. - (Y/N - 1940) spoke seriously.

- Why not? - Bucky asked with a mixture of concern and confusion. - He doesn't care about them.

- It's not only them. It's everyone. - (Y/N - 1940) raised his voice a little, but soon calmed down. - In the cafeteria and the movie theater, everyone kept staring at us. People find it unacceptable for a black person to interact in any way with a white person.

Bucky brought his hand to (Y/N - 1940)'s cheek. He noticed the black soot stains all over (Y/N - 1940)'s face and smiled gently.

Barnes brought his face closer to (Y/N - 1940) who at first flinched a little. But on a second attempt, he brought his lip together with the other man.

(Y/N - 1940) tasted the slight taste of blood from the cut on Bucky's mouth but didn't care.

2023

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night as he usually did, but this time it was not a nightmare. James dreamed that he was in 1940 and that he had saved (Y/N - 2023) from two soldiers.

But he didn't feel like it was a dream, it was more like a memory. It was so real and vivid, but his memories were still hazy.

He stood up to get a glass of water from his minibar.

"Was (Y/N - 2023) having the same dreams?" The answer was no. However, when (Y/N - 2023) was with Bucky he had little flashes of unlived memories.

Bucky always kept remembering this bar that he went to during his time as a soldier. "I wonder if the place still exists? And if so, could I get any information?".

1940

(Y/N - 1940) sent Bucky into his apartment.

- Have a seat and I'll be right back. - (Y/N - 1940) spoke up, pointing to the small sofa in his living room.

The place was small and cramped, but to (Y/N - 1940) it was perfect. A living room with a kitchen, no dining table, a bathroom, and a bedroom with a single bed and a chest of drawers. Although small, it was extremely clean and organized, nothing seemed out of place. Bucky sat on the couch and watched (Y/N - 1940) disappear into his room.

A few minutes later, he returns with a first aid box in hand. (Y/N - 1940) sits down next to Bucky and begins to sort through what he will use. Gauze, bandages, and a little pot.

- Is it going to sting? - Bucky asks, looking at (Y/N - 1940)'s hand as he puts some of the liquid into a gauze.

- You're a soldier and you're afraid of a little medicine, James? - (Y/N - 1940) mocks Bucky who continues to follow the gauze with his eyes. - Yes. Just a little bit.

(Y/N - 1940) holds Bucky's face and begins to clean the wound on the side of his face.

- It's superficial. It won't even leave a mark. - (Y/N - 1940) says, analyzing the area.

He wipes the wound and with another gauze, he wipes the blood that drips down the side of Bucky's face. Meanwhile, James keeps analyzing (Y/N - 1940). His dark focused eyes, the way he kept biting his lower lip because he was concentrating, his skin illuminated by the light of the room. To Bucky, (Y/N - 1940) was perfect.

(Y/N - 1940) had loosened the suspender from his shoulder and now his shirt was sticking out of his pants. Bucky lifted (Y/N - 1940)'s shirt slightly and noticed the red mark turning purple from the kicks.

- Does it hurt? - Bucky asked worriedly.

- Don't worry about me. This is not the first time that white men have beaten me for no reason. - (Y/N - 1940) spoke those words so calmly that they startled Bucky.

- Does this always happen to you?

- No. But it is more common than you can imagine. Unfortunately, the world is like that. - He says with a wry smile.

- You should talk to the police. - (Y/N - 1940) remains silent.

Bucky would never understand what (Y/N - 1940) was experiencing. On the one hand, (Y/N - 1940) was happy about this, but on the other hand, he also felt out of place.

- There. - (Y/N - 1940) said, finishing the work by putting a bandage in place. - Later you can take it off. - (Y/N - 1940) now looked into Bucky's eyes. - What's wrong?

- You're gorgeous. - Bucky speaks with his gaze shifting between his eyes and his mouth.

(Y/N - 1940) says nothing but is surprised by the statement. Bucky kisses (Y/N - 1940) again so that he can break the silence that has settled in the place.

This time, (Y/N - 1940) doesn't pull back. The kiss was slow and tender. (Y/N - 1940) brought his hand to Bucky's neck and pulled him closer, while Bucky held (Y/N - 1940)' waist.

The two separated and looked at each other, their faces still close together. Their breaths mingled but no words were spoken. But they didn't feel they needed to say anything. The silence was comfortable as if only their gazes could keep the conversation going.

- I'm going to take a shower. Then you will if you like. - (Y/N - 1940) spoke softly.

- Can I sleep here?

- Are you sure about that?

- I've never been more sure. - Bucky replied, leaving another quick kiss on (Y/N - 1940)'s lips.

2023

The other day, Bucky went to the bar. He had to dig deep into his memory and with a little help from Google, he discovered that the place still existed.

The facade of the place was completely redesigned, much more modern and up-to-date than he remembered. After all, it had been 83 years since he had been there.

Bucky entered the bar and just like the outside, inside it was darker than it had been with speakers, a modern bar with glass and colored lights. There were two men and a woman cleaning things up, getting ready to open.

- Sorry, we are closed. Come back later. - The man who was closest to Bucky spoke up, stepping in front of him.

- I want to talk to the owner. - Bucky answered quickly. He didn't want a fight, but if he had to, he would.

- I don't think you understand, sir. We are closed. - The man spoke in a slightly higher voice.

- Can you call, or call, whatever, the owner. - Bucky now closed his vibranium fist, ready to hit the man.

- Stop them both. - A woman spoke up, appearing there, followed by another man. - Get back to work, August. Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to... - She stopped talking as soon as she looked at Bucky.

The woman was black, in her sixties, her hair curled into a neat black.

- I've seen you, sir. - She speaks, analyzing Bucky. - Come with me.

The woman goes to the other side of the bar and enters through a door, followed by her security guard and Bucky. They pass through a slightly dark corridor and go to the end of the room.

The last room should be her office. At least, she seemed to own the place.

- When my mother retired, she passed this place on to me. - The woman began to speak as she walked to a closet on one of the walls. - My mother said that when she was younger and the place belonged to my grandfather, she loved to come here to dance and she said she had a best friend who was always there with her.

- Sorry to interrupt, ma'am. But I... I'm in a hurry. - Bucky spoke up, but the woman seemed to ignore it.

She took a box from inside the closet and placed it on the table that separated the two of them.

- My mother tells me a story about this friend, saying that the world was not yet ready for him. - She began to go through the files and documents inside the box. Bucky saw that on top of the box was written "1940-1949". - Because besides him being black, he was... as some young people say, not straight.

Bucky remained silent, letting the woman complete her line of reasoning.

- This friend of my mother's had fallen in love with a white soldier at the time, but obviously, they couldn't tell anyone. - She slowed down the search.

Bucky started to get restless and looked at the man leaning against the door behind him. The man didn't show any reaction, almost as if he wasn't listening to the whole conversation.

- I found it. - The woman spoke, taking a folder from inside the box. Inside were more papers and many black and white photos. She looked through the pictures until she stopped at one. She held it in front of her face and then put it on the table in front of Bucky. - You look just like that soldier. - She pointed to one of the men in the picture.

It was a picture of the bar, the way Bucky remembered it. There were some people he vaguely remembered. But three people caught his attention. One was himself in the photo, Bucky was holding a glass in his soldier's uniform. Next to him was a woman he remembered from his dreams and who bore a certain resemblance to the woman in front of him. The woman in the photo was hugging a man, it was (Y/N - 2023), the college man that Bucky had been talking to.

"How is that possible?" Bucky thought. Was (Y/N - 2023) also a man out of his time just like Bucky or was it something else?

1940

After taking a shower, Bucky went into (Y/N - 1940)'s room with only a towel wrapped around his waist, since (Y/N - 1940)'s clothes did not fit him.

When (Y/N - 1940) turned around to find the other only wearing a towel, he had to turn his face away to hide the embarrassment he felt at the moment.

- You can get anything from my dresser. - (Y/N - 1940) said from the back.

- None of your clothes will fit me. - Bucky said, stepping closer to (Y/N - 1940), without (Y/N - 1940) noticing.

- I guess it's okay to be tight. - (Y/N - 1940) was very nervous and the image couldn't get out of his head right now.

Everything became worse when he felt two arms around his body and Bucky's breath on his ear.

- I guess it's okay for me to be undressed. - Bucky whispered in (Y/N - 1940)'s ear, causing him to shiver.

- I-I don't think it's a problem at all. - (Y/N - 1940) was completely nervous and his face was burning with embarrassment.

Bucky began kissing (Y/N - 1940) on the neck and sometimes taking light bites. (Y/N - 1940) turned to Bucky and looked straight into his eyes. A few drops from the shower were still dripping from his hair and running down his body.

(Y/N - 1940) was breathing heavily and his hands seemed to be starting to sweat.

Bucky held (Y/N - 1940)'s waist, bringing his body closer to his own, and the other man crossed his arms around his neck. Their faces became closer and closer until finally, they started a kiss. A kiss that showed concern and affection, but also desires for each other.

(Y/N - 1940) took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. He pulled Bucky onto the bed. It was James' first time with another man, but the same could not be said for (Y/N - 1940).

(Y/N - 1940) moved his body on Bucky's lap, as he felt pleasure inside every time their thighs touched. James' strong hands held (Y/N - 1940)' ass, supporting his movements. All accompanied by kisses and caresses. The room was completely dominated by moans and gasps. It was their moment, and nothing was going to change it.

- Could we ever walk down the street together, even as friends? - (Y/N - 1940) asked, feeling Bucky's chest rise and fall.

Bucky was lying on the single bed in (Y/N - 1940)'s room and the master of the house was lying on his chest, while James was petting his head.

- Maybe the world will be a better place after the war. - Bucky replied, putting his free arm under his head.

- And if not? - (Y/N - 1940) asked, and Bucky could feel the concern in his voice.

- I'm with you, (Y/N - 1940). - Bucky spoke sincerely. - I won't let anything hurt you.

- Thank you, James.

(Y/N - 1940) never spoke Bucky, he always called him James. But for some reason, for Barnes, the way his name 'James' sounded in (Y/N - 1940)'s voice was completely different.

2023

The woman didn't let Bucky take the portrait with him. But he took a picture with his cell phone. He stopped at the coffee shop, ordered a coffee, and sat down at the table with the picture open on his cell phone.

Looking at the photo, Bucky could remember a special event that was taking place in the bar. It was because of this event that there was a photographer in the establishment. He remembered (Y/N - 2023) being there, but he remembered calling him by another name.

- Hi. - (Y/N - 2023) sits down on the other side of the table already arranging his things on top.

- Hi. - Bucky closes his cell phone and raises his head.

- Working? He seemed focused. - (Y/N - 2023) says, smiling. Bucky likes how (Y/N - 2023) never asks too many questions. It made things a little easier.

Bucky stared at (Y/N - 2023) for a while. His mind kept racing with flashes of (Y/N - 2023) wearing clothes from the '40s and using another name, but he couldn't remember any more than that.

- Is your name (Y/N - 2023)?

- As far as I remember, yes," (Y/N - 2023) replies, laughing. - At least it is the name on my identity card and birth certificate.

- Right. Sorry. - Bucky straightens his posture in his chair.

- Why? (Y/N - 2023) asks curiously but concentrates on his computer.

Bucky was in a mental discussion for a long time about whether or not he should talk to (Y/N - 2023) about the dreams and the photo. But he remembered that if he did talk about it, he would have to tell him that he is a soldier from World War II, and he would also have to tell him how and why he stayed alive for so long.

- I have been having strange dreams. - (Y/N - 2023) finally speaks up when he doesn't get an answer. - You must find it very bizarre, but you are in these dreams.

- Really? - Bucky sees a thread of hope to discover the truth.

- Yes. It is 1940, during the Second World War. You are a soldier and I am just a civilian, but my name is... (Y/N - 1940) or something like that. - He speaks and keeps laughing at your madness.

"(Y/N - 1940)!" Bucky's mind snapped the moment he heard the name. The (Y/N - 2023) of the pictures, his memories, and his dreams is named (Y/N - 1940). "But (Y/N - 2023) doesn't seem to believe that (Y/N - 1940) existed. I wonder if it's not something HYDRA did with my head." Bucky thought to himself. "But why (Y/N - 2023)? Does he work for HYDRA?"

Bucky lingered with that thought. Should he test the theory or just put it aside.

(Y/N - 2023) changed the subject and started talking about something that happened at his college. Normally Bucky would pay attention, but now he had too many thoughts in his head.

- Hail, Hydra. - Bucky whispered but loud enough for (Y/N - 1940) to hear.

- What? - (Y/N - 2023) looked truly confused.

- Hail, Hydra. - Bucky spoke a little louder.

- Sorry, I don't... know what you're talking about. - (Y/N - 2023) spoke very confusedly.

- Sorry, I was just thinking out loud. - Bucky replied.

- Ah... ok. - (Y/N - 2023) said looking worried.

"I think it's just something in my head."

1940

Many months had passed. Steve had already taken the super serum and was now Captain America. Bucky was always with him on missions, but when he came home he tried to stay with (Y/N - 1940) as much as he could, besides of course all the nights of sex they had.

Bucky had gone out on a mission and obviously, (Y/N - 1940) couldn't know what it was. (Y/N - 1940) heard that the team was coming back today and so he went to the bar after work so he could meet Bucky there.

He sat in the bar, saw several soldiers coming in, many of them drinking and dancing with the girls, but no sign of Barnes. Then a soldier approached (Y/N - 1940).

- There is someone from the army who wants to talk to you in the alley next to the bar. - The man seemed to speak to (Y/N - 1940) against his will.

(Y/N - 1940) didn't know whether to believe him or not. It could just be a way for them to surround him on the street and beat him up. He took his drink at once and went over to find out if it was true.

He preferred to look on the bright side and think that it was Bucky wanting to surprise him or something. But the moment he stepped into the alley he recognized the figure standing there, but he was just confused.

It was Steve, alone, in the dark. He didn't have a good expression for someone who had just returned from a successful mission. Bucky had introduced (Y/N - 1940) to Steve, after all, they were best friends and so he knew about the "relationship" that Bucky and (Y/N - 1940) had.

- Steve? Why are you alone in an alley? - (Y/N - 1940) asked as he approached.

- When you are known as Captain America you don't have the luxury of talking to someone in private. - He answered trying to keep his voice positive, but (Y/N - 1940) noticed.

- What happened? Where's Bucky? - When (Y/N - 1940) spoke James' name, Steve seemed to close his expression more.

- He...he...- Steve seemed to have an internal struggle. - He's gone.

Those words hit (Y/N - 1940) hard. He felt as if a trap door had opened beneath him and now he was falling into an eternal void.

- We were on a train. But we were caught in an ambush and Bucky... he fell. The fall was too big and you couldn't see the end. I can still see his eyes reaching for my hand, but... I'm sorry. - Steve said, looking down.

- Don't be. He was your best friend. I know you tried to help him. - (Y/N - 1940) looked down as well, trying not to cry in front of Steve.

Steve hugged (Y/N - 1940), but he remained still. No reaction at all.

"I'm with you, (Y/N - 1940)." That was what was repeating in (Y/N - 1940)' head when he heard the news. But there could still be hope. (Y/N - 1940) was not going to give up so easily.

2023

(Y/N - 1940) Moore. Bucky could remember him now. He could remember his moments with the boy, but his mind was still confused by (Y/N - 2023)'s presence now. How (Y/N - 1940) and (Y/N - 2023) could be different people but so similar.

Bucky googled the boy's name but found nothing. He didn't have the confidence of anyone at SHIELD to be able to use their database to search.

He even considered talking to Strange, but he would rather not be too close to magic. He still hadn't recovered from all the mess Thanos had caused and messing with forces beyond human science was out of the question.

Steve had already passed away, so I couldn't ask him either. And (Y/N - 2023) didn't know anything about (Y/N - 1940) either, he thought it was just a dream he was having. Bucky was out of answers, he didn't know what to do.

- Knowledge is power, but it can also be a curse - The doctor once said this to Bucky.

She said that sometimes it was not worth knowing about everything. Maybe this was one of those times. Did he need to know about this? Especially when not even (Y/N - 2023) knew.

Bucky decided to forget about (Y/N - 1940). At least, for now. He promised himself that he would focus on (Y/N - 2023).

1940

"- So you finally decided to accept your mystical side, son. - (Y/N - 1940)' mother claimed to be descended from an ancient family of witches and wizards, but the man never took her seriously about it. But he admitted that he had seen her do things that could not be explained.

- No. I need to ask you a question. - He spoke, sitting down at the dining table with her as she began to fill two glasses with water.

- Speak up, son. - The woman answered and brought the glasses to the table.

- Could you bring someone back from the dead? - (Y/N - 1940) asked uncertainly.

The woman was silent for a while. Partly to assimilate the question and partly to formulate the answer.

- Not that I know of. Death is the only thing that no one has any kind of control over. You can't change someone's death. You cannot bring, something or someone that is not alive.

- I see. - (Y/N - 1940) lowered his gaze.

- Why?" she asked worriedly.

(Y/N - 1940) wanted to tell his mother. He wanted to tell her that he had lost someone very important to him. But he couldn't. Just as he couldn't tell her about the book she said was magic that he took from her house without her noticing. Just as he wanted to tell what he was about to do.

"I don't want to live in a world where you won't be with me. You promised you would protect me, but now you're gone." (Y/N - 1940) picked up the glass he had prepared. He sat on the bed and kept rethinking it so many times, trying to make sure he wanted to do this. "We can't be together now, Bucky, but I hope I can find you in the next life."

So (Y/N - 1940) drank. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He let the tears fall through his eyes as he felt his body getting heavier, felt the tiredness appearing and his body wanting to shut down.

(Y/N - 1940) wished he could dream of Bucky. To dream of a perfect life of the two of them together.

Maybe he would be grateful that he didn't know that his body was found in his bed a few days later when they were looking for him for missing so many times from the factory. He would be sad if he knew that his best friend, the daughter of his favorite bar owner, cried herself hoarse at his funeral.

In (Y/N - 1940)' last moments he was sure that Bucky was the right person for him, but it was not the time for the two of them to be together.

2023

Bucky was standing in the cemetery. He went back to the owner of the bar to talk about what she knew about her mother's best friend.

After many conversations and a few stories, the woman told him about the man's grave.

Now Bucky stood there, alone. The weather was cloudy, but it was not raining. The place was quiet and they had few people paying tributes to the deceased.

"Here lies (Y/N - 1940) Neal Moore (1918 - 1940)"

He died the same year they met. He took his own life, days after Bucky was reported dead. No one ever knew why he did it, but Bucky did.

Bucky put his hand on the tombstone.

- I found you in this life. - Bucky speaks hoping that (Y/N - 1940) will listen. - And I will not lose you again.

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

Reason ~ ch. 3

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackermann

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

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Devon ran onto their assigned training site completely out of breath.

She stopped right at Imada’s side. Imada looked as put together as ever—her black hair in a neat low bun with two strands out, framing her face.

“Am I late?” she asked breathlessly.

Just as Imada opened her mouth to respond, Monty responded first. She hadn’t even noticed him right at Imada’s side.

“Nope. You're just on time. Chief Shadis just showed up.”

She caught sight of Keith standing right behind Monty. Their eyes met and a sheepish look passed across his face.

“Captain Levi is here too.” Imada said, a hint of question in her voice.

Devon spun around to see for herself. Indeed, Imada was right. Right beside Chief Shadis stood Levi. He wore a dark gray dress-shirt with a white ascot tie and matching white pants under the typical knee-length brown boots the military always wore. He was already strapped up in ODM gear.

And judging by the expression on his face—it looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Good Morning, Cadets. Before I dismissed class yesterday I mentioned that we would be back to doing ODM gear training today so you lot better be prepared.” Chief Shadis’s voice bellowed.

He gestured with his chin towards Levi beside him, “Everyone this is Captain Levi of the Scouts. As you already know, he’s had ample experience with ODM gear so he’ll be very helpful in today’s training. Captain Levi will be with us here and there for the following training sessions due to the postponement of the next Scout’s expedition. If any of you lot want to join the Scout regiment you better be on your best behavior because Captain Levi answers directly to Scout Commander, Erwin Smith.”

A low murmur broke out amongst the cadets.

“Psh, you know why that expedition got postponed? They didn’t get enough funding from the Government—MPs overruled because apparently they needed more money for weapons for god knows what. Anyway, now their next expedition doesn’t start till after we get ranked.” Monty explained.

“They probably need more numbers.” Imada said, thoughtfully.

“How surprising.” Keith muttered.

It really wasn’t surprising that the Scouts were running low on resources. Everyone knew that they only ran on grants from the King but even that could get intercepted at times. And it appeared to be one of those times. Government officials and MPs didn’t like the Scout Regiment. They found them to be a waste of time, resources and people. Truly, the only people backing Scouts were themselves.

“Wait,” she looked at Monty-who was now distracted by trying to swat a fly away from his curly brown hair. “How did you know that?”

Imada reached up and gracefully flicked the bug away in one try.

“Gotcha.” Imada smiled at him.

Monty blushed, “Thanks.”

Devon cleared her throat when Monty began to stare at Imada wiping her hand that had touched the fly on her sleeve.

His head snapped up, “Oh-I-uh-I overheard it from a few MPs on my way back to the barracks yesterday.”

He paused before adding, “Also, I won that race.”

“Yeah, cuz you cheated.”

“Did I say I was done?” Chief Shadis roared.

Once silence ensued he continued, “Today’s activity involves you lot being split into three teams. Levi, Louise and Zameer will be in charge of each team. I hid ten flags within our mock neighborhood. You and your team’s goal is to get the most flags you can and bring it to me. We’ll regroup when I’ve got all the flags.”

“And in case anyone was wondering there is a reward,” Chief Shadis paused, “Your survival.”

“Great. Jus’ fucking great.” Keith muttered. 

Monty snorted, “You honestly shouldn’t have expected anything less.”

“Sue me for wanting to have a real reward.” Keith shook his head.

Chief Shadis continued, “Alright, now go get into your ODM gear and we’ll get started.”

Devon adjusted the piston-shot grapple hooks around her waist.

Even though she'd worked with ODM gear for almost two years now she still got a little nervous whenever she put it on. The constant tiny thoughts of the equipment malfunctioning or not being able to maneuver properly in a real life situation had a lot to do with it.

If there was one thing she was grateful for it had to be how easy ODM had come to her. She’d been one of the lucky ones who didn’t take too long to get a grasp onto ODM gear mannerisms. As much as skill had to do with perfecting use of ODM gear a lot of it had to do with agility—which not everyone had naturally.

Many trainees had been cut during the first few weeks of ODM gear training.

“This your first day of training or something? Where the hell are your blades?”

She glanced over to see Levi glaring up at one of her teammates.

“S-sorry, sir.” He scurried away to grab them.

Levi shook his head before heading over to where the rest of the team leaders were gathered. Zameer and Louise were both MP officers that were assigned to watch over trainees. They both were actually quite nice.

And yet, somehow she’d managed to get assigned to Levi’s team. Along with Keith-who she still hadn’t talked to yet.

Levi jogged back to them.

“Alright, we gotta get to the edge of sector 4 before starting—so we don’t all overlap in the beginning. Let’s go.”

The mock neighborhood that was used as today’s training grounds was actually an abandoned small town. Thugs had completely ransacked the place so the government decided to make use of it. It’d been split into four sectors for organization purposes and activities like this.

Her group followed Levi into Sector 4. Keith followed closely behind her.

Levi ushered them close, “Alright. Our strategy is simple. Split up to cover as much ground as possible. You see a flag, you bring it straight to Shadis in Sector 1. Zameer’s team starts in Sector 2 so they’ll most likely get to Sector 1 first. I’m expecting their team to stick around Sector 1 and try to steal as many flags as they can for their own, so don’t go to Sector 1 alone. Have at least one teammate with you for back up.”

He pointed at the left side of the group, “You guys go left.”

He pointed to the right side of the group, “You guys head right.”

He gestured to the middle of the group-Devon’s side, “You guys head towards the center and onward.”

The sound of a gunshot rang throughout the grounds.

“Go!” Levi ordered.

Her teammates scurried off to their assigned directions. She ran towards the nearest tall building and used the grapple gun to get to the rooftop.

She walked to the edge of the rooftop to see which buildings her teammates went into. She saw the nearest unattended building and soared through the top floor’s open window. She held her blade out in one hand as she briskly walked through. She kept her footsteps light. Once she searched the entire floor she went downstairs.

Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs.

“Shit.” She had to make sure she checked out this whole building before any other team did.

She held her blade out while quickly examining all the rooms on the second floor. She didn’t wait to hear footsteps coming downstairs before continuing onto the last floor.

She efficiently made her way through each room. Just as she swung open the door to the second last bedroom on the floor she spotted a green flag on the floor.

She smiled before snatching it up.

“Hey.”

She swiveled around, her blade outstretched and the flag wrapped tightly around her other hand.

Keith stood with his hands held up. “It’s me.”

She lowered her weapon.

“Oh.” she breathed out, relief evident in her tone.

A subtle smile curled onto his lips as he shook his head, “You always get so competitive during these games.”

She raised a brow, playfully, “You're talking.”

He chuckled, “Listen um..” He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. It just hit her that his hair had grown out—it was a little above his shoulders now.

“I just wanted to say sorry about yesterday.” he spoke softly.

His hazel eyes searched her expressionless face.

“I was an asshole—I really didn’t mean to make a scene. I just…” He seemed to be at a loss for words, “I just want us all to be together in the future.”

“Not everyone wants to be an MP, Keith.”

“I get that but is it that bad that I want you to be safe?”

“Is inside these walls really safe?” she questioned.

She knew that question would make him think-especially considering what happened to his home in Shiganshina.

His jaw clenched, “Better in here than out there.”

She walked over to him and took his hand. She placed their interlocked hands against her chest.

She was truly grateful that he cared. There was a point in her life where she would’ve killed to have someone be concerned about her.

“I know that I’m not choosing the easiest path for myself. Trust me, I’m completely aware.” she said.

She squeezed his hand.

“It scares me too but it’s my choice to live with-” she tilted her head, “or not.”

His eyes widened and a smirk split across her lips.

He shook his head, “I can’t stand you.”

She giggled before chucking the flag at him. “You're forgiven.”

Just as he caught the flag, Levi appeared in the doorway. Keith froze in fear when his and Levi’s eyes met.

“Fuck you staring at my face for? Get that flag to Shadis-now.”

“Yessir.” Keith responded before heading out the room.

Just as she was about to step out of the room after him, Levi’s hand shot out—blocking the doorway.

“We’ll leave him be. Might be easier for him to focus on the task instead of chit-chatting.”

She blushed before daring to look Levi in the eye.

They didn’t stand too far apart. Up close she could see the specific shade of dark gray his low-lidded eyes entailed. The fresh scent of eucalyptus soap crept into the air once more.

He dropped his arm from the doorframe and she hastily looked away.

What is wrong with you? Are you seriously staring at him right in front of him?

“Let’s go.” he muttered before heading out of the building.

She swallowed before following him out.

He headed to the next house over and she followed. They diligently checked the house together in silence. She couldn’t help but feel highly aware of herself in his presence and was trying to do everything in her capacity to ignore it.

She smacked herself on the forehead when he wasn’t looking to set herself straight.

She closed the door of the room she’d just examined before frowning when she heard ruckus outside. Her and Levi locked eyes right before heading out the house at the same time.

It appeared that a few of their teammates were blade fighting with a pair of Zameer’s team members, Corinna and Jaden. Jaden could be seen trying to escape with a Green flag but was too busy defending himself.

Levi didn’t hesitate to run over and pluck the green flag out of Jaden’s pocket.

Jaden bellowed but couldn’t chase him due to still being preoccupied in a blade fight. During these practice blade fights cadets weren’t allowed to actually hurt each other but the rule of thumb was to fight until the other lost their balance or blade. If you did either of those things first, you had to stand down.

Levi threw the flag at her and she caught it.

“Go—I’ll back you.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She used the grapple hook and soared up to the nearest rooftop.

She ran swiftly—Levi hot on her heels. A few other cadets on nearby rooftops caught sight of them and were trying to catch up. A spike of determination entered her system.

No way in hell am I going to let them get their hands on this flag. This one’s mine.

A few cadets from opposing teams ran in her direction ahead. Just as they reached her rooftop, she kicked up—soaring right over their heads to the next building.

She glanced over her shoulder to see if Levi had kept up. To her astonishment, he had. But then again she shouldn’t have expected any less.

She had to double take when she realized that their number of pursuers had dropped down to a few.

“Wha-what did you do to them?”

“I disarmed them.” he said matter-of-factly.

“How?” She didn’t remember him ever stopping.

“Keep your eyes ahead.” he ordered and she glanced back to see that Monty had just made it to the rooftop they were on.

“Hi friend.” he said with a confident smile. Even if they were friends-they were still on opposing teams so she knew not to trust him.

“Hi FriEnD.” Keith said-mockingly-while appearing out of nowhere.

He swooped in and grabbed Monty by the waist. They both went down wherever Monty had come up from.

“KEITHHHH!” Monty roared.

She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from cracking up.

She swore she heard Levi mutter, “Idiots.”

Just then she heard Chief Shadis’s voice somewhere nearby and she swooped off the rooftop onto the ground towards his direction.

There were three cadets from Zameer’s team surrounding Chief Shadis, ready to steal flags—just as Levi predicted.

She held the flag up and darted towards Shadis. Just as she managed to get all three guard cadets to surround her she tossed the flag to Levi.

He caught it easily and handed it over to Shadis.

She smiled in satisfaction but then nearly got shoved out of the way when the three guard cadets ran in the direction of Carter. He held a flag in his hands and was trying to zigzag through Zameer’s team.

Just as she considered snagging it, Imada suddenly swooped down from a nearby building and swiftly grabbed the flag on her way. She tossed it to Chief Shadis before landing next to Monty. They fist bumped. They both were on Zameer’s team.

She glanced over to Levi-who she hadn’t realized was standing next to her. He appeared to have been watching them as well.

“If you’re expecting a fist bump, you're not getting it.”

Her mouth fell open partially before she closed it, “I- I didn’t even say anything.”

The corner of his lip tugged upward ever so slightly. Apparently, her getting flustered had been amusing to him. 

Asshole.

Chief Shadis whistled-signaling for everybody to regroup. After 5 minutes all the cadets and team leaders surrounded him.

“I’ve received all ten flags and the team with the most flags is…a tie! Team Zameer and Team Levi!”

The cadets on the respective teams erupted in cheer and before she knew it she was getting scooped up in someone’s arms. She glanced over to see Keith-hooting and hollering like a wild animal as he shook her.

She couldn’t help but smile before she swatted his hands away.

“Did you bring home the last flag?” he asked.

“No-that was all Imada. She literally stole it off Carter last second.”

He grinned. “Serves him right.”

They both looked over at Carter who was glaring immensely at the cheering teams. He was on Louise’s team, clearly.

“Alright, Alright. You lot can get on with your mid-morning break,” Shadis bellowed, “Be back here in twenty, sharp!”

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Stowaway ~ SCB [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 7.6K

PAIRING: Captain Changbin x Stowaway Reader

GENRE: smut, pirate au, first time, angst, speaks of drowning, oral F receiving, romantic smut.

A/N: Set between 1720 and 1750 

Panting heavily as you raced down the boat docks you did your best to try and avoid being seen by the men that were chasing you. All of this because you had stolen some small apple and a loaf of bread from a food stand. Which they were going to throw away anyway since it was the end of the night.

What were they really going to do with it? It was almost midnight and you were starving, you hadn't eaten in almost four days, you needed something.

“Where did she go!?” One of them yelled in a rough voice as they lost sight of you in the darkness. Pressing your back against one of the wooden boats you held your hand over your chest as if they would find you just from the sound of how hard it was beating. If they found you there was no question about it you would be dead on the spot. No one liked thieves let alone female thief who had no family and no means of paying them back. They'd find you, kill your or worse cut your fingers off and leave you to deal with the gangrene or dying through blood loss.

"She must have gone through one of the houses. This way!" The smaller male said as he stared around, they'd been on your tail for almost twenty minutes not once letting up. 

You let out a small breath staying completely still until you knew for sure that the men were gone and it was safe to come out from your hiding spot. 

It wasn't as if you enjoyed stealing but it was the only way you could stay alive. Not many places except the brothel were willing to hire someone that was homeless. Being on the run for almost 3 years had no benefits besides the one where you got away from your family. You would rather spend your life on the run than one more minute with them. 

The longer you stood on the docks the heavier your eyes began to get but you couldn't run into town now. The men would still be on the lookout for you and most of the pubs were overrunning with pirates. Pirates from all over the world had sailed all day and night before sleeping in a real bed before heading out the next day. As a kid, you used to dream of being a pirate, setting sail to see the whole entire world but of course, the dream would never come true. Females on ships were forbidden, it was a sign of bad luck and a sure sign that a ship would sink.

Staring up at the boat you had been leaning against you checked to see if there was any sign of someone on board. It would only be for one night, it wasn't as though you were going to be a stowaway and go on an adventure with them. One night of peaceful sleep was all you wanted.

It was highly unlikely anyone was on board the ship anyway, most of the men loved to drink at night and would stay in the hotels and brothels. There were no candles left burning that you could see and the whole place appeared to be empty so you threw your small bag through one of the portholes and waited. 

Waited to see if someone heard it and came running or if there was someone on the docks that would hear you but there was nothing. Finally somewhere comfy and somewhat safe that you could sleep for at least one night. 

Stepping onto the deck you looked around for any signs that someone could still potentially be there but it was clear. The whole ship was a mess, the deck was covered with a thick layer of filth, clothes were left everywhere it was a wonder the captain even let his crew live like this. Who were you to complain when it was a free bed for the night? Somewhere peaceful for you to eat your bread and apple and lay your head for one night. 

"Disgusting," You mumbled climbing down into the base of the ship to find it even more of a mess than the top. There were more clothes thrown over barrels, there was dust that covered everything down there that the clothes didn't touch. It was a wonder how anyone lived on the boat without going insane but you grabbed some of the blankets and began trying to make a make-shift bed on the floor. No use complaining about the filth when it was one of the warmest places you'd gotten to sleep in for a while.

As you laid there to yourself staring out of the window at the moon you couldn't remember the last time you had slept in a real bed...The last time you had gone to sleep without a weapon in your hand. It was going to be the first time in years you could sleep without someone yelling at you to get of their yard or that you couldn't sleep under a pub table. It was peaceful.

Taking in a large breath of the sea air Changbin smiled to himself, it almost the middle of the day and he and his crew had been sailing for a few hours now. 

"Jisung!" He cried out as he looked over the state of the ship. This was supposed to be one of the most terrifying ships known to all pirates and men and yet it looked like the most revolting. 

"I'm sick of this place looking so bad, we need to look after it." He told his right-hand man, Chan, as they stood at the wheel of the ship looking out at the vast amounts of nothing that surrounded them. There was nothing to be seen for miles on end, just waves, birds and the off piece of wood left from wreckages. 

"Yes, Captain?" Jisung asked as he rushed over to Changbin looking up at him as he waited for further instructions. 

"Go below deck and fetch the mop bucket, I want this place cleaned up before we reach Midscape," Jisung nodded before disappearing towards the hatch and Changbin continued to stare at everything in front of him. Midscape was going to be their big break, the kingdom of Quinnar was about to hold a large festival which meant there were going to be plenty of opportunities for them. Plenty of ships to steal from, the seaside towns would be too busy focusing on the partying to notice food and drinks going missing.

"The usual job? Go in, steal and get out?" Chan questioned as he noticed how hard Changbin seemed to be concentrating. 

"Yeah, we'll need one of the boys on pickpocketing, we could get some jewels while we're there." Chan nodding along about to say something when Jisung came speeding over to the wheel, out of breath and as white as a sheet. 

"Girl...Below...Deck." He panted out as he looked up at Changbin anxiously,

"What?"

"There's a girl, asleep below deck." The whole ship came to a standstill as they stared at Jisung, all that could be heard were the waves crashing against the side of the boat. 

"What do you mean a girl? A little girl? A teenager? A woman?" Changbin pressured to answer him but he was taking far too long, 

"Move." He grunted locking the wheel into place before heading towards the hatch of the boat. 

Laying there was a girl Changbin had noticed the night before running through one of the pubs. You'd been clutching a loaf of bread and an apple the last time he saw you.

"What shall we do? Females are bad luck on ships." Seungmin muttered as he watched you sleeping, clutching a blanket around your body as your shivered. 

"Throw her overboard, we don't need bad luck," Jisung grumbled watching as you laid your head on one of his shirts. 

"Don't be stupid," Changbin hissed never taking his eyes off you. He'd seen people like this before, forced to sleep in rough places because they had nowhere else to go. Just from the state of your clothes, he knew you'd not had a real home for a while, 

"She's a stowaway-"

"She clearly had nowhere else to go. I doubt she meant to sail along with us," Chan cut Hyunjin off as he looked at his captain. Changbin had still yet to say anything on the matter as he continued to watch you sleep. 

"Let her sleep. When she wakes you tell her to come and see me in my cabin." With that he left, leaving the boys stunned as he walked away as if nothing had happened. 

Waking up to seven sets of eyes staring down at you wasn't your idea of a wake-up call. You flinched clutching the sheets around your body as you stared at each of them. All of them looked as though they were angry at you, all except for one who was just sitting and holding some food. 

"I bought some food in case you were hungry," The blonde with freckles said as he pushed a small wooden tray towards you but you didn't move. 

"Our Captain wants to see you." Another one with dark hair and a mole under his right air said to you as you nodded. Completely in shock that you had woken up to them standing there, 

"I didn't mean to sleep so much...I-I just needed to crash for-"

"Don't explain it to us. Explain to Captain Changbin." Fear radiated through your entire body as the curly-haired boy spoke of his name. The most feared pirate in most of the kingdoms. 

"Changbin?" You stuttered out as you looked at each of the men. You hadn't even bothered looking for a ship name last night, you were too tired to care.

"Welcome aboard the Fae Rouge." The curly-haired man announced as he watched you stand up a little shakily. 

"Felix. Show her to Changbin's cabin." He ordered as he began cleaning up the clothes you had been using as a bed for the night. Staring at you as you and Felix began to leave, heading up the stairs, Felix allowing you to go first while he looked away. You were dressed in wenches dress covered in holes and dirt from all of the times you had slept in the streets. 

"We're on the water?!" You panicked looking around you as you saw nothing but sea, you were only meant to sleep until daylight. 

"Judging by the panic I guess you didn't mean to become a stowaway?" Felix questioned softly as he began to lead you over the main deck floor towards the Captains cabin below the quarter deck.

"I just needed somewhere safe to sleep." You admitted as you waited outside the door of the cabin. A huge wooden door with a dragon knocker on the front of it.

"Come in." A voice grunted from inside, your stomach began to do flips as you were ushered inside by Felix only to have him leave when you were standing in front of a desk. There was a chair behind it face out of the windows staring at the ocean. The chair turned and sitting there was someone you had grown to know through stories and wanted posters. His face was no different to the drawings you had seen, he was handsome and charming. There was a purple bandana wrapped around his head and a scar on his eyebrow that stopped hairs from growing. 

There were stories that he'd gotten the scar from fighting with palace guards in Atlantia when he was last there but other stories claimed it was nothing more than a birthmark.

"I'm sorry Captain Changbin! I didn't mean to, I just needed someone safe to lay my head for the night! I never would have climbed on board if I had known it was your ship," You spoke so quickly you'd barely had time to register what it was that you were saying to him. Doing your best to not be killed or thrown overboard to die.

"But you would have climbed on board if it was someone else's?" He questioned as he stared at you, impressed that you were so out-spoken with him.

"No...Yes but-" He cut you off before you could continue,

"Did you or did you not climb onto my ship without permission?"

"Yes-"

"Did you or did you not set sail with us?" He stood up and rested his hands on the desk in front of him glancing at the map and then up to you.

"Yes, but I didn't mean to..." As you were about to explain your plan for waking up he cut you off once again.

"You're a stowaway, whether you meant it or not."

"I had nowhere else to go! I couldn't sleep in the streets for one more night," You finally cried out, raising your voice just a little as you stared at him. Changbin was taken back by it, not once had anyone ever spoken back to him but it impressed him.

"You have no home? No family?" It wasn't a way of being mean it was a way of finding out the truth. If you truly had nowhere to go he was going to take pity on you but never show it.

"No one, sir...I have no one." The room fell into silence and he sighed sitting back down in his chair. 

"Felix!" He bellowed out watching the door as Felix came through it, looking directly at his captain. 

"She's the new cleaner. Show her the ropes, for god sake get her some clean clothes." He grumbled before turning to look back out of the windows. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You yelled out as Felix pulled you from the room, shutting the door and looking at you. 

"I'll find something in the cabins you can wear until we reach Quinnar. Then we'll have to buy you something suitable." You ignored the looks you were gaining from the six other men that were now on the deck. 

"I won't lie, they wanted to throw you overboard,"

"I don't blame them...Females on pirate ships always mean bad luck." You grumbled following him into another cabin to find seven beds lining one wall of the room, chests on the other. 

"Here." Felix began rooting through one of his chests to pull out some black breeches with eight buttons on the front. 

"Then I'm sure Chan won't mind if you wear one of his linen shirts," He pulled out a white long-sleeved shirt with the front dipped down, laces to keep from exposing the chest. 

"I'll let you change and then I'll introduce you to them all. You're going to be here for a while you might as well learn our names." He chuckled softly leaving you to change out of your dirty rags and into the new clothes. 

"Changbin asked her to clean, he wants her on the ship." You hear Felix telling the boys as you came out onto the main deck. The shirt had to be tucked in with how long it was but it was comfortable and felt nice to be in fresh clothing. 

"We never learnt your name," Chan said as he watched you walking towards Felix, you stood beside the freckled boy. 

"I never learnt yours." You countered back making Felix smirk from beside you. He'd heard you inside the Captains cabin talking back to Changbin whenever you got. 

"I'm Bang Chan," The curly-haired man said as he looked at you, 

"Hwang Hyunjin," The boy with the mole under his eye said as he smiled at you, all of them going in a line until it got to Jisung who just stared at you. 

"She's not going to bite you." Felix hissed but he said nothing, 

"I'm Y/n." The boys stared at you, 

"No last name?" Felix frowned as he heard you only say a first name. It was uncommon for a female to go by just a first name unless they had been disowned or family killed off.

"No. Not anymore." You looked over at Jisung hoping that he would now say something to you. 

"Han Jisung." He grumbled as he looked at Felix before storming off towards the wheel. 

"Don't mind him, he's new to the crew and you're replacing him as the new guy." You nodded along and followed the boys as they began telling you what you could and couldn't clean around the ship.

It was a few days into your time with them all and you'd grown to know each of them on a personal level. Except for Changbin who spent most of his time in his cabin or manning the wheel. The boys had arranged for you to continue sleeping below deck, making you a bed out of old blankets and a spare pillow. Although it wasn't one of the best situations it was better than anything you'd had in the many years leading up to this moment. You were being fed two meals a day, given a warm place to sleep and all for cleaning the ship which was no hassle for you.

The only problem there was on the ship was Changbin, he seemed to have a problem with you but you put that down to being a stowaway on his ship. Whenever you would do a simple thing wrong he would yell at you for it, causing a scene or just being rude in general. Changbin would give you all of the harder tasks if you had finished your cleaning for the day but the boys would try to help if and when they could.

"Jisung! Put it down! Y/n is perfectly capable!" Changbin squawked from the Helm of the ship. Even if Jisung had a disliking to you at first he let up in the end, doing his best to help with some of your chores. 

"Go and join the boys," You whispered as you continued washing the main deck. It involved using a single scrub brush to scrub each and every small wooden panel of the boat with soapy water.

"If you could not do this job you should never have climbed aboard." Changbin bellowed as you ignored him, scrubbing as hard as you could at the floor. This was one job that took everything out of you that you had to do every other day, spending almost your entire day going over the entire boat. 

"When you're done the windows in my cabin need washing." Changbin was now standing over you, watching as you scrubbed harder and harder. Changbin admired how hard you were willing to work for him but he wasn't going to say it out loud and risk being seen as soft.

"Yes, Captain." You spoke as you looked up at him, he moved away from you before disappearing back into his cabin leaving Chan in charge of the wheel.

The floors were clean and there were still a few more hours of daylight left, Felix had called you out onto the main deck. 

"We'll be arriving in Quinnar in two days. You better sharpen your skills." He threw a sword in your direction making you laugh as you caught it by the handle. 

"Am I allowed on shore with you?" You questioned as he began to come towards you, holding the sword up as though he was ready to attack. 

"I can't see why not, I'll find you some clothes and then I'll show you around." You remembered Felix had said he had lived in Quinnar almost all of his life until he ran away to join Changbin. 

Watching you and Felix pretending to fight on the deck was beginning to irritate Changbin so he barged out of his room. 

"Since you don't know how to follow simple directions," He grunted as he took the swords away from you both, throwing them to Jeongin who scrambled to put them away. 

"I asked you to clean my windows since you want to learn to be a pirate instead...Show me what you've got." Frowning as you turned to look at Changbin you waited for him to explain what it was that he meant. 

"I saw you stealing the night you left, show me what you've got...We'll see if we can put you to good use." Standing up straight you looked at him wondering how this was going to work when he had set you up to the task. 

"You'll know because you're watching," He hummed at you,

"So it continues for the rest of the night...You'll steal from us and we'll see what you come back with at dinner." Nodding along with him you glanced over at Seungmin who was smirking. 

"Bet we catch you," Smirking back over at him you shook your head. 

"Bet you don't." 

The end of the night came faster than you had been expecting it to and now all nine of you were crowded around a large table below deck.

"Well...You failed, I'm not missing anything." Changbin said smugly as he poured himself a glass of ale, you hummed standing up from the table. 

"I think you'll find, you're wrong, Captain." Taking out a large sack from under the table you poured the contents onto the table. Revealing everything that was inside from jewels, food, clothes, money and even the compass that Changbin kept on him at all times. 

"Impressive work." He complimented a small smile playing on his lips as he took the compass from the pile and turned it around in his fingers. 

"How did you manage to swipe this?" He questioned, truly curious to know when it never left his inside pocket. 

"You asked me to clean your windows. While I was cleaning them this afternoon I asked you to move from your desk and bumped into you." Thinking back on it Changbin smirked as he thought about the way your hand ever so slight brushed against his chest. 

"Even if you don't want to swipe on Quinnar she could perform for other sailors...Distract them." Minho chuckled as he remembered catching you singing one day while you were cleaning.

"She can sing, dance and maybe she can read to them." He finished as he stuffed food into his mouth. You had been helping the boys learn to read and write while you were spending your time on the ship at night. 

"You read?" Changbin questioned as you sat back down at the table, nodding your head. 

"My mother taught me as a little girl. I can also write and read a map." The more he learnt about you the more interested he began to grow. 

There would have been a time when Changbin never would have allowed you onto his ship but hearing that you had no one back home made him want to take a chance on you. No one deserved to be alone in the world and that was something he lived by. Taking in sailors that had no wives, family or means of living. It was how he had met most of the boys besides Jeongin who simply joined because he wanted to.

"You're just full of surprises," He hummed pouring you a glass of ale before going back to his food. 

Although he had been hard on you through most of your time with him you couldn't hold it against him. He'd taken you in and cared for you even though he could have just as easily thrown you overboard and fed you to the sharks.

"We should get an early night. We'll be sailing all day tomorrow with little rest at night." Changbin digressed as he rose from his chair, your eyes on him the entire time as he retreated to his cabin for the rest of the night.

Quinnar was bright and loud as soon as you reached the docks, people were partying everywhere you turned to look. 

"I'll take her to go and get some clothes, then we'll start on the west side of town," Felix explained to the boys as you waited for him. Practically bouncing up and down with excitement as you looked around, it was your first time being anywhere this far from home and it was starting to set in that you had sailed there. 

"Follow me." Felix chuckled as he began to walk with you off the ship and down the wooden docks. Your eyes immediately went to the water it was crystal clear with white sand at the edges. 

"Can we go to the water after?" You questioned as you began to walk through crowded streets. People were dressed in top hats, suits and some women were out in the street topless. 

"They get excited about the festivals," Felix whispered as he noticed your gaze lingering on some of the groups that were getting louder and louder. 

"You should see them when they've been drinking," He laughed softly pulling you towards a small clothing stand and looking over everything before settling on something. 

"We'll take the black Bustier dress." He paid for the dress in full and an elderly woman took you by the hand. Eyeing you up when she noticed you in men's breeches and a shirt. 

"Ran away to play pirates did you?" She questioned as she led you into a small bathroom, you smiled weakly as she began measuring you.

Coming out from the changing room you smiled as you reached Felix, doing a small turn to show off the black Bustier and lace dress that you'd put a white shirt underneath.

"Looks great, now you really are a pirate." He whispered in your ear pushing you back through the crowds to begin your work. Everyone was already standing on top of one another, they would rarely notice something going missing from their pockets.

Later in the night as Changbin was heading back to the ship he saw you just sitting in the sand on the beach. Your feet were sitting by the edge of the water and you looked peaceful, a small smile on your lips.

"Do I pay you to sit around all day?" He snapped when he reached you, brushing off your hands you looked up at him. 

"It's almost midnight, the boys are all drinking I thought we had time off-"

"You thought wrong." You nodded before getting yourself up from the sand, dusting off your dress to follow him back to the ship but Changbin was taken by the bag of loot by your side. 

"Busy day?" You nodded handing him the bag as you began to walk back to the docks.

"Felix and I hit the west and then we got bored so we joined Jisung and Seungmin in the south." You smirked remembering everything you had done that day and now you were truly exhausted from everything. 

"There's one more thing I want you to do for me tonight," Changbin told you as he walked by your side. The two of you out alone as you headed towards the ship. As much as Changbin wanted to tell you how good a job you were doing for him he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Sure."

"Go and get the boys, we need to sail now before anyone realises we're the ones that stole their goods." Nodding at him you headed off back in the direction of the town. 

All of the boys had gone to the black pearl for a drink so it was going to be easy to find them but not so easy getting them back to the boat.

"Captain wants you back, he wants to sail home." You mumbled as Minho threw an arm around your shoulder, dropping almost his whole body weight onto you as you attempted to drag him out of the bar. 

"But we want to drink! CELEBRATE!" He screamed out as Jisung joined your side, helping you carry him a little while the rest of the boys - who were moderately sober - began to leave. 

"We can celebrate on board," You told Minho who began singing loudly in the street, 

"Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go!" When he realised no one was joining in with him he began to get louder and louder, jabbing your side telling you to sing along. You had sung on the boat for him a couple of times but never in front of anyone else. 

"She'd not been two weeks from shire when down on her a right a whale bore. The captain called all hands and swore he'd take that whale in tow!" He screamed as you sat on the main deck, Changbin had begun sailing out of the docks the moment you arrived back with everyone. The rest of the boys had gone to sleep in their beds while you looked after Minho, 

"SING!" He screamed at you making you laugh softly as he threw up down the side of the boat. Rubbing his back softly you began to sing sweetly to him, not wanting to be as aggressive as his singing had been.

"Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go..." You rubbed his back and he got back up, patting your back roughly as he left you there to got bed.

"SHIT!" You screamed out as he hit you a little too hard, sending you into the freezing water. Head flooding with thoughts as you forgot how to swim, waves sending you down to the water as soon as you got some form of air.

The water sent your body into shock as you tried to come up for air, flailing your arms around as though you were trying to climb rocks. Waves were crashing into your body knocking your back down whenever you got close to getting a piece of the precious air. 

"For fucks sake," Changbin cried out when he realised no one else was going to come after you. 

Dropping the anchors he began storming over to the side you'd gone overboard on, stripping from his shirt. Staring over to see if he could see any sign of you but it was pitch black. Climbing onto the railing he dove in after you swimming under the water when he saw you limply trying to reach for the water. 

"Don't you dare die on me!" Changbin roared as he laid you down on the main deck, pushing down on your chest repeatedly before breathing air into your mouth. 

"You're not allowed to leave," He hissed as he continued pushing against your chest. Your eyes were half open as you looked around you, 

"Leave me alone...You hate me," You coughed up the saltwater spitting it down beside him on the floor. 

"Do you think I want you dead?" He scoffed as he sat you up carefully, handing you a cup of freshwater. 

"Would be an easy way to get rid of a woman on your ship,"

"And lose one of the best pirates I've come to meet?" He blushed looked down at you as you continued to sip on the freshwater, shivering as you sat on the deck soaked in water on a cold night. 

"Let's go and get you warmed up." He mumbled helping you up onto your feet, wrapping his shirt around you as he walked you towards his cabin. 

"You can sit in front of the fire." Sitting you down in a chair he added some more wood to the small fireplace in his cabin and went to grab you some dry clothes to change into. Settling on some of his baggy breeches and a large white shirt.

"Why are you being nice? It's freaking me out." You mumbled as he gave you a blanket to change underneath, still turning his back on you so you would feel comfortable. 

"I've always been nice, I let you stay didn't I?" He countered as he looked at the windows in front of him, smirking a little as you spoke back to him with a little attitude. 

"Begrudgingly I bet," You grumbled folding your arms over your chest as you finished changing into the clothes he had given to you.

"I was the one that opted to stop them throwing you overboard," He raised his eyebrow at you truly not understanding why you thought he hated you or wanted you dead.

"I gave you a job, I gave you shelter. If I really wanted to I could have put you out," You cleared your throat when it was clear for him to turn back and he wrapped you in a blanket to keep you from getting colder.

"I could have let you drown," He scoffed as he looked at you knowing that he would never actually let you drown.

"But you didn't...what was it you said...Best pirate?" You smirked up at him remembering what he had said out on the deck.

"Shut up, you were hallucinating," You hummed as you stared at the fireplace, enjoying the warmth as it spread through your entire body enjoying it as you sat there.

"Thank you though...For taking me in...letting me work for you." Your eyes were beginning to get heavy as you sat there,

"Like I said. The best pirate just don't tell the boys," He chuckled looking at you as he saw you beginning to nod off in the chair. It was rather adorable how you got so tired just from sitting in front of a fireplace.

"You should get some rest, sea air and water can take it out of you sometimes." You hummed as you got up, ready to leave his chambers when his hand came to rest on your shoulder. Pulling you to come back into the room, there was no way he was going to make you stay below deck when he knew it was colder down there than anywhere else on the ship. Any other night would have been fine but not when you'd just taken a swan dive into the ocean and almost drowned.

"Take my bed, it's comfier than the sheets you're on." You remembered seeing the bed when you were cleaning once. It was a large double bed covered in pillows and blankets that looked to be hand-sewn, fit enough for some kind of king to lay on.

Shivering and teeth chattering as you laid in bed you couldn't warm up despite the mound of blankets covering you. All of the warmth from the fire gone now that you were curled up on a bed,

"Relax. You need to relax your body," It was easy for Changbin to say as he laid on the floor in front of the fire taking most of the heat from you,

"Come up here," You stuttered out through gritted teeth, not caring if you were going to share a bed with someone. All you cared about was getting warm.

"Why?"

"Warm me up," You hissed looking at him with a serious look to prove you meant it and he got up, bringing one of the extra blankets with him and crawling in behind you. 

"Sweet mother of pearl, you are freezing," He hissed when he felt your feet grace over his leg, he threw the blanket he had been using over your both.

"Hold...Hold me." You looked over your shoulder at him and he nodded, inching closer to you as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Tell me why you took pity on me...Why keep me? You didn't know I was a good pirate then," You stuttered out body still shivering uncontrollably as he continued to hold you in his arms. 

"I saw you stealing the night before so I knew you were hungry and most likely tired...Then when you told me that you had no one-"

"You felt sorry for me?" You cut him off as you listened to him speaking to you,

"No. I knew what you were going through. I ran away from my family home as a teenager and I knew what kind of place you were in. No job. No home. You needed somewhere." Your body began to relax as you listened to him speaking to you so calmly and openly about himself. It was the first time you'd heard him speak of any kind of life before he was a pirate, none of the boys spoke about him before you only knew their stories.

"You ran away?" Concern leaked from your tone and he smiled weakly, it was the first time he told anyone this story. Even the boys thought he had been born into the pirate world.

"From Atlantia when I was 18." He chuckled weakly at the distant memory of his time there, everything was a first for him to speak about.

"I was a naughty kid, got into trouble too much, stole from people and was just a troubled kid. My family decided it was time to send me to work in a factory...I knew for a fact I didn't want to do I ran." Frowning as you listened to him you couldn't help but think about how much you had in common with one another, both running away from a life neither of you wanted. 

"I took nothing, I just headed for the sailors and asked for a ride to the next Kingdom. Then from there, I worked on different ships until I found Fae Rouge. Abandoned and left to rot in some random harbour. I stole her." Rolling over to look up at him you stared at him in the candlelight, just listening to him speak was enough to relax you in his arms.

"I was hard on you when you first got here because I needed to know if you had a thick skin. Pirates need a thick skin if they're going to make it." He looked down at you not realising how close you were to one another until he could feel your breath on his lips. 

"How did you get the scar?" You whispered running your hand up to his face, cupping it in your hand as you ran one finger along the scar on his eyebrow. 

"When I was a kid, it's not a good idea to go up to a horse from behind." He smirked as he remembered getting thrown back against the wall but he knew the rumours about the scar and why you must have asked. You went to brush your hands through his hair when he took your wrist into his hand.

"Sorry." You whispered going to move away when his grip around your waist tightened and he held you in place. 

"I never said I didn't like it," He whispered as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours until you pushed them together. Gasping a little as you felt a jolt rush through your body, something you had only heard in stories from old people. 

Soon the kiss became heated and he moved his lips to your neck, kissing up and down your exposed skin as your hands worked their way into his hair tugging softly. 

The shock still hadn't worn off as Changbin stripped you down bare, himself included as he looked at you. Admiring your body as he ran his hand over your breasts playing with your hardened nipples, 

"Changbin," You breathed as he continued to massage them, leaning down to take your left nipple into his mouth. Sucking softly while his hand pinches the right nipple,

"You like that?" He questioned a little cockily as he looked up at you, you hummed back at him. You'd never experienced anything like this it was all new to you.

Changbin continued as he kissed down your body looking up at you as you whimpered. You could feel how wet you were beginning to grow between your thighs just from the small kisses and touches he was giving to you. 

When his head delved between your legs and tongue graced your clit making you whimper. 

"Sweet little noises, has no one made you feel good before?" You shook your head and he pressed a kiss against your swollen bud, licking and sucking softly as he watched you. Enjoying the way your face scrunched up and moans left your mouth. Changbin went slow with you, running his tongue up and down your folds occasionally dipping inside of you to see what you enjoyed. Each of your moans grew louder each time which only encouraged him as he slicked up a finger in your juices. 

"You might feel a pinch," He whispered slowly easing his finger into you feeling you clench around him tightly. 

"O-Oh fuck you're tight," He moaned despite it being his finger inside of you, there was no way he would last with you that tight. 

"C-Changbin." You whined when you felt a small pain, 

"I know..." He pressed kissing on your clit, 

"I know but it'll pass." He whispered as he continued to lap up your clit. 

The pain began to subside as he began to move one finger in and out of you. Your head spinning a little at the new sensations you were experiencing, each thrust of his fingers making you whimper and moan.

"Changbin....S-Something-" Changbin smirked as he could feel you clenching faster around his finger with each thrust,

"It;'s okay, just let it go," He breathed out as he continued to thrust his fingers, watching as your head rolls back against the sheets and you let out a sinful cry of his name. Something had tightened inside of you and finally snapped free as waves of pleasure rushes through your body making you see white.

"What...What was that?" You whimpered as he kissed back up to your lips, looking at you with loving eyes. 

"An orgasm," He chuckled watching you as you bit down on your lip, 

"I-I want more." He nodded kissing your lips softly going to kiss down your body when you pulled him back up. Running your hand down to his crotch, 

"I-I want you." You pleaded with him, looking down into his eyes. He nodded as he looked at you, kissing you sweetly as he towered above you. 

Your legs were spread as the tip of Changbin's cock brushed through your folds, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you but he knew it was going to sting even for a little while. 

"Please," You begged him as he lined the tip up with your entrance, sliding into you with a loud groan. His hand digging into your hips to still himself from moving too fast too soon but it felt good. You were so tight around him it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. 

"S-Shit," You hissed at the sudden sensation of fullness, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

"Are you okay?!" He asked, his voice filled with panic as he looked down at you. Nodding at him you run your fingers down his chest, 

"You can move," You told him as you reached to grab his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist not wanting to lose the sensation of him inside of you. All that clouded your thoughts was how badly you wanted him moving in and out of you just as his finger had been. 

Changbin sank all the way into you and your eyes widened moaning out his name loudly as you clenched around him with each thrust. 

"F-Fuck you have no idea how good that feels Y/n." He purred in your ear as he continued to pushing and out of you at a steady pace, the head of his cock hitting that one sensitive spot that made your head spin.

"C-Changbin, don't stop." Your head rolled back as he moved a little faster inside of you, reaching one hand down between you both to rub your clit. 

"So good!" You cried out as your back arched away from the mattress the tightening sensation beginning to build up once again.

"T-That feeling is back," You warned him as your eyes shot open to stare up at him, he nodded rubbing your clit faster. 

"That's okay, you can let go...L-Lord knows I will." He grunted as he timed his thrusts in time with his hand on your clit.  

The warm sensation from before turned into molten lava as you felt yourself cumming around him, dragging your nails into his skin as you cried out his name. Changbin's fingers dug into your hips as he grunted, letting go inside of you as you whimpered feeling something seep out of you. 

Holding onto you for the rest of the night Changbin promised to wash you off in the tub in the morning, if he did it now you would only get cold again. All you wanted to do was sleep beside him with him holding onto you but the door burst open revealing Minho who had finally come to realise what he had done. 

"Minho! Knock!" Changbin roared out as he covered you with the sheets so that Minho couldn't see your naked body. 

"I thought-"

"You knocked her overboard? You did. I got her...Go back to bed." Minho nodded backing out of the room without another word about it with bright red cheeks. 

"This will be fun to explain in the morning," Changbin chuckled as he laid back down beside you, looking at you as you took his face into your hand. 

"Even more fun in the future...Taking the seas together." You whispered as you leaned up to kiss him once again, wincing as you felt a pain rush through your body at the sudden movement. 

"Get some sleep," He whispered as he wrapped an arm around you, letting you get comfortable before he attempted to.

King and Queen of the seas were what you were named in every town, drawings of the two of you strewn across every posted you came into contact with for the rest of your lives. It only made the adventures you had with him and the boys all the more fun.

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