#sitting on the loading docks

[prudentfolly]

Day Six - Memory

A younger Prudence sits outside the Skysteel Manufactory on a much-needed smoke break.

[orphiceonian]

role swap! Johnny x V wip

“I’m not you Johnny.” She spoke, voice coated the strange electric hum that came with being an engram on a decaying chip, “I’m not—I wasn’t—a legend, had no importance to them. They made me an engram to show the world what they do to people that oppose em.”

“Had to fuck them over pretty good for them to preserve you like this.” Johnny hummed and glanced over at her glitching form.

V’s physical appearance was buggy—courtesy of the shattered chip currently residing in his neck. Thin blue shards of glitching energy prickled off her skin, distorting her ever so slightly. If she stood near a light source—neon or natural—it would filter through her. The streams of light passing through her ghost-like form as if she wasn’t there—which technically she wasn’t.

He had a sinking suspicion that Arasaka had somehow altered her appearance before jamming her on the relic. The V before him didn’t look like someone who had just gone up against a mega corp with guns blazing.

From the way Rogue had described it, V hadn’t gone down without a fight. And yet the version before him was scrubbed clean of any blood or grime. Perfectly presentable to the masses as a shining example of what a corporate terrorist looked like.

She wore sturdy boots and strong weave pants with a cyberdeck clipped to the chunky belt around her waist. Her shirt was deep charcoal with a faded decal splashed across the front.

Perhaps most egregious of all was her jacket. Worn brown leather with patches adorning the sleeve and a hand painted Samurai crest emblazoned on the back of it.

He had said some choice words about the jacket and how it was just his luck that he got stuck with a groupie in his head.

(She had also said some choice words back at him.)

“It’s not preservation, it’s penance.” V muttered, gaze falling on him.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Open Wounds

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> Due to an open wound, Bucky seems to hate you. And no matter what Sam does, nothing seems to change. Until you and Bucky have a heated exchange that ends in a way neither of you had been expecting.

Disclaimer: Bucky is a little bit of an asshole, (lovers to) enemies to lovers, slightly established relationship, angst, platonic!sam, platonic!joaquin, a little steam, swearing, reader cleans Bucky's physical wounds, arguments, heated exchanges, happy ending. Not Proof Read.

Bucky had a scowl on his face like usual. And Sam only had one guess as to who it was aimed at. 

Opening the door to the meeting room, he guessed right. 

“Sam,” you smiled, standing at the front of the room. 

“Joaquin said you were looking for me.”

You nodded. “Take a seat.”

You’d been working with Shield for a little over a year; specifically Sam and his team. Of what Sam knew, you’d been off grid for over a decade. You’d made a new identity for yourself at the age of sixteen and stayed quiet until the day Maria Hill turned up with a job proposition. 

She was the only one who knew you were still alive, let alone off grid. 

And from your first day, Bucky had been scowling. 

Sitting in that meeting for over an hour, Bucky’s gaze remained fixed on you until you looked back and he looked away. Sam had been trying from day one to help you both get along, but to no avail. Joaquin had even tried, but his failure had been worse. 

With Sam, it was silence. If not, a sentence and then one of you would walk away. With Joaquin, it turned into a full blown argument. 

“I’ll be working from the base with Torres.”

“Is that everything?”

You looked at Bucky and clenched your jaw as you picked up the remaining files. “Yes. That is everything, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky’s eyes still fixed on yours, he pushed himself out from his seat. Within seconds he was by the door and Sam was following behind him. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” Sam closed the door for you before he hurried down the hallway behind his friend. “Dude, what the hell is your problem?”

“She is.”

“You know, when you wanna pull that stick out your ass, it would be handy to have a date. She’s part of our team and you treat her like she’s the enemy,” Sam pointed out. 

“Maybe she is.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Okay, I can take you two not speaking to each other but, how long were you in that office with her? You were talking before I came in.”

“Nothing.”

“Had to be something.” 

“It was nothing. Do you want me to pick you up some lunch?” Bucky turned the corner. 

Sam sighed, but he was hungry. “Yes. But no pickles this time, I’ve got a date later.”

Bucky stopped and turned around. “With who?”

“A woman.”

“You don’t know a woman.”

Sam seemed offended. “I know plenty of women.”

“Who want to date you?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s a friend of Y/n’s. It’s a blind date.”

Bucky just grumbled. “Maybe she’s better than Y/n.”

Sam would have argued but Bucky was too far down the hall for him to shout and it be normal. 

Bucky was sitting in the Compound living room when you walked inside. You rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here? Thought you’d be stalking Sam on his date.”

“Should I? Why? Is she a liar like you?”

You shook your head as you shut the fridge door and unscrewed the water bottle. “I never lied. And she’s nice. Sam’s type. She’s beautiful, kind and her brother was in the Air Force – so they’ve got something in common.”

“Other than a liar for a friend.”

You looked at Bucky. “I’m not doing this today. Did you read the mission file?”

Bucky looked away from you. “Yeah, I read it.”

“And?”

“You need to make sure we can tag the boats. We know where the boats are going, we’ll find the arms dealers.”

“Boats?”

Bucky nodded. “There’s a loading dock nearby. CCTV footage tracks one of the vans there.”

You shook your head. “They were just lobsters.”

“Lobsters can’t be caught in freshwater. They need salt water to survive.”

“How do you know so much about lobsters?”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. “I don’t. It was on…a nature thing Sam was watching.”

“Huh.”

“Look, my point is, the weapons are being smuggled on fishing boats. Probably how they ended up on the other side of the world. Passed from country to country.”

“Via lobster.”

Bucky rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yes, by lobster.”

Four days later, Sam had tagged the boats and you and Joaquin were tracking their movements. 

“So, what’s with the tension between you and Bucky?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, absentmindedly as you turned towards a different monitor. 

Joaquin laughed. “Oh, come on. You know what I mean.”

You did. You sighed, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You two look like you’re either about to fuck or fight.”

You turned in your chair. “You know, I could report you to HR.”

Joaquin gave you a dead-panned look. Considering you’d been his neighbour for the last year and spent every Friday night with him and Sam, he knew you wouldn’t. 

“Come on, you can tell me. Promise I won’t tell anyone.” Joaquin made a cross over his heart. 

You giggled as you shook your head. “Sorry, buddy. No-can-do.”

“Why not?” Joaquin whined. 

“Because that is between me and Sergeant Asshole.”

Joaquin sat back in his chair. “You know I’m gonna find out eventually, right? I will.”

You just shook your head and got on with your work. By the time Sam and Bucky returned a week later, it was with three arrests made and over a hundred and thirty weapons seized. 

“God, you look like hell.” The sentence slipped from you as you watched Bucky walk inside. 

“Look great yourself, Sweetheart.” Bucky grumbled, avoiding you at all costs. Sam followed behind him. 

“What happened?” Joaquin asked him. 

“We won, that’s the bottom line.”

Bucky shook his head as he sat down. “Oh, no. Tell them about your master plan. Go on.”

“You’re just mad you didn’t think of it yourself.” Sam said as he sat beside him. 

“That missile could have blown you to pieces!”

“What?!” You and Joaquin shouted, for two completely different reasons. 

“That’s so cool,” Joaquin whispered. You hit him as you heard him. 

“Sam, what the fuck?”

He shook his head. “It wasn’t like that.”

“It was exactly like that.”

“You nearly got blown up?!”

Sam shook his head, again. “No. Look, the point is, we’re all okay and the bad guys are gonna be dealt with. In the meantime, can someone please order, like, four pizzas. I’m starving.”

Joaquin nodded, pulling out his phone. “Lucky’s?”

Sam nodded as he stood, starting to remove his suit. “Yeah.”

You folded your arms and looked at the man who hated you most in the world. “And you? Are you okay?”

Bucky just nodded. “Oh, I’m just fine.”

“No, he’s not.” Sam pointed at him as he peeked out from the changing divider. “There’s a med kit under the desk.”

That was when you spotted the tear to his jacket, red blood mixing with blue leather. 

“For god's sake.”

Bucky watched as you turned on your heel and went directly for the med kit. “I don’t need your help.”

You didn’t answer him. Just walked back over to him on the sofa and sat beside him. 

“I don’t need your help.”

“Fuck you, you’re getting it. Now move.” 

Bucky didn’t see much in the way of another choice. So, reluctantly, he turned so his back was towards you. 

“You’re gonna need to take your jacket off.”

He looked down, peeling away at the zipper before pulling the jacket away from him. 

You took a breath. 

It was the first time in over a year, you’d be touching him. Even if it was to clean his cut. 

Bucky felt his breath hitch in his chest as your fingers touched his back through the cut in his black t-shirt. The last time you’d touched him had been under a completely different circumstance. 

“This might hurt,” your voice was softer than usual. Just loud enough for him to hear. Bucky hissed. “Sorry.”

“It’s…it’s okay.” Bucky’s voice, for the first time in over a year, was soft when he spoke to you. You watched his side profile for a moment before pressing a full cleaning pad against his cut. 

His eyes closed for a moment, letting your touch soak into his skin. 

Dabbing at the cut before taping it shut, you tidied the rest of the kit away. “That should do it.”

“Thanks,” Bucky shifted in his seat and for a moment, his soft gaze remained on you. 

After a year of scowls, it felt too much. Within seconds you gave him a brief smile before standing and walking away. 

“Pizza’s on the way.” Joaquin said as he walked back inside. 

Sam appeared, fixing his shirt. “Great.”

For two hours, the scowl disappeared into a neutral zone. But somewhere between the end credits of the film and Sam mentioning the date you set him up on, the scowl reappeared. 

And that soft moment between you and Bucky was like dust in the wind. 

“You’re a goddamn asshole, did you know that?”

“You know what, so are you.” Bucky was sick and tired. “We wouldn’t even be in this position if it wasn’t for you-”

“For me?! Oh, puh-lease. If you’d just listened to me in the first place-”

“I had a plan!”

You paused and looked at Bucky. He was waiting for a response. “Oh, I’m sorry. You had a plan. Oh, well, that just makes everything so much better, doesn’t it?!”

“It was better than yours.”

“Really? And what part of your plan has an escape route from this hell hole?!”

“If you just give me a minute-”

You scoffed. “Give yourself a little more credit, Sergeant.”

Bucky glared at you. Before he could respond, Sam’s voice cracked over your comms. “If you two are done arguing like children, I’ve found you an escape plan.”

“Where? There’s no-”

“Take cover.”

Bucky watched as the shade from the small window grew bigger. Immediately reaching for you, he pulled a table behind you both as you crouched together on the ground. 

As the dust settled, you both pushed the table and rubble from you, coughing as it swirled to get into your lungs. Bucky tried to help you up but you just swatted his hand away and stood up yourself. 

“Don’t.” Was your only warning to him before you left him in the dust, quite literally. 

Upon getting back, you avoided him at all costs and made a beeline for your room and bathroom. It took three rounds of shampoo to get all the dirt and grime out of your hair. But you let the hot water wash away the tension in your shoulders. 

Which all came flooding back the minute you turned around in the quiet kitchen and found Bucky entering. He was freshly showered himself, fresh henley with the sleeves pulled to his elbow. 

Any other time, you would have left. 

But you were hungry and there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d be letting him rush you out of making something to eat. 

Despite the silence, it was the loudest atmosphere between you both since you’d met. The harsher sounding slam of the kitchen draws and cupboards, the aggressive click of the kettle, the quick wash of plates and cutlery. 

You were the first to lose patience. “Okay, what the fuck is your problem?”

“What’s my problem?”

“Yeah!”

“Asks the girl who can’t close a cutlery drawer in peace.”

“Don’t turn this back on me. I asked first.”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t have a fucking problem.”

“Really? Because after the stunt you pulled today, I’d say you do.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “The stunt I pulled?”

You groaned. “Do you really have to keep repeating everything I say?”

“The stunt I pulled saved our lives!”

“It got us trapped!”

“We got out!”

You tilted your head. “Oh, ‘we got out’, he says. What if Sam hadn’t shown up? What then, huh? Because I don’t seem to remember you having a plan for that.”

“I would have worked one out!”

You scoffed. “And what was so wrong with my plan?”

“We would have gotten caught. You hadn’t looked at the footage properly, again.”

“What the fuck do you mean again?”

“The lobsters-”

You held your hands up. “Oh, do forgive me for not knowing much about sea animals.”

“It’s a crustacean,” Bucky corrected before catching himself. “That’s not important. Look, it’s happened before.”

You groaned. “Once? You’re going off a one time thing? Seriously? Why don’t you trust me?!”

“I made that mistake the first time.”

You stood back, your fire settling but burning brighter than ever. “That is not fair.”

“No. No, what is not fair is having your emotions toyed with!”

“Jesus,” you walked away. But turned back. “How many times do I have to repeat myself until you believe me? I didn’t know who you were, Bucky!”

“And you just expect me to believe you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I do expect you to trust me. No matter what happened before, we’re still on the same team.”

“Maybe you are, but I’m not.”

You forced yourself to take a deep breath. “I swear, I didn’t know. Bucky,” you sighed and threw your arm out. “I’d been off grid for over a fucking decade! It wasn’t like I was kept up-to-date on Shield and their filing system!”

“So you just happened to miss one of the biggest man-hunts Shield ever saw, when you were working for them?”

“Yes!” you shouted. “I’m aware it sounds stupid but when you’ve got my history, it was easier for me to not watch the news 24/7! Jesus-” You stepped away, again. “No, you know what, believe whatever the fuck you want. You’re not gonna change your mind anyway.”

The next time you and Bucky spoke to each other was eleven weeks later. 

“I don’t like him.”

That was all Bucky had said to you in the silence of the kitchen. 

“What?” You turned from the food you were mixing together in the tupperware bowl. 

“Rick. I don’t like him.”

You looked away from Bucky with a roll of your eyes. “His name is Nick, and what makes you think I value your opinion?”

“You asked Sam.”

You nodded, sucking the splattered sauce off your thumb. “Because Sam is my friend.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

“Wonderful.”

Putting the meal back into the fridge, you closed the doors and paused for a moment. 

“What don’t you like about him?”

Bucky looked up as you asked him your question. He seemed surprised you’d even asked. 

“Forget it.” You said quickly as you turned away. But he answered anyway. 

“He’s not good for you.”

You turned and looked back at him. “How do you know what’s good for me?”

There was a knowing look behind Bucky’s eyes. One you weren’t willing to acknowledge. 

“You have to press him to show you affection in public.” Bucky told you. “You’re always the first to initiate contact. He doesn’t ask you follow up questions, or real questions. He calls you when he feels lonely-”

“Excuse-”

“And you don’t smile.”

That one hit you harder than you’d been expecting. 

“You smile. But it’s not genuine. It’s forced, all the time. Even when you don’t notice…” I do. Bucky added to himself, silently.

“And how do you know what my real smile looks like?”

Bucky looked down at his own food. “I did see it…a long time ago.”

“A long time ago,” you laughed a little. “And whose fault is that?”

Bucky had hurt you. He knew that much. But the image of you standing in that office that day, just as he’d been telling Sam about the woman he’d met two nights before, wouldn’t leave him. 

The betrayal. The hurt. The ignorance. 

With you, he felt like himself for the first time in a long time. And all of a sudden, you were standing like a completely different person, introducing yourself as an Agent of Shield. He’d had agents sent to follow and watch his every move before, but someone to go as far as to sleep with him? 

That was a new low. 

“It wasn’t easy for me, either, you know. To see you walk in that day.” You were so tired of the fighting and yelling and secret-keeping. You were yet to explain your side of the story further than you ‘never lied’. 

You laughed a little. “You know, I thought you were some kind maths teacher before you told me you worked for the Army. It explained the arm, and I didn’t think much else of it. Never even heard of The Winter Soldier until the day Sam said it.”

You shook your head. “I really thought we could have had something special before I realised you hated me. But it wasn’t my fault, Bucky. I didn’t know you were Shield, let alone that I’d be working with you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” You counter, walking towards him a little. “You told me you were in the army. Which, yeah, I guess was kinda true. But why not just tell me who you were? Why keep secrets? Shit, I really saw myself falling for you after that night but when you saw me…you didn’t even give me a chance, Bucky. Do you know how much that hurt? Too fucking much. And now, out of fucking nowhere, you suddenly tell me that a guy I’m dating- the first guy I’ve dated since…and you tell me he’s no good for me.”

You knew your emotions were taking over, but you couldn’t help it. They’d been bottled up for so long, the extra tension in your bones seemed to have cracked each jar wide open. 

“Why the fuck-”

Your emotional running-thoughts speech was cut short by Bucky’s lips suddenly being on yours. 

“What was that for?” Was the first thing you asked as the kiss broke away. 

“You were rambling. I couldn’t…” Bucky swallowed. “Think of…”

Your gaze was locked onto his. And in a whirlwind of emotions, you decided to kiss him. His hands tangled in your hair before he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Similar to one of your first kisses, this one was emotionally charged. Not only was there a wanting behind it, but also a need. A need to make up for lost time. A need for taste, touch and memories. 

You made a small noise as he kissed you and you tried to pull him closer to you. Eventually, he sat you on the counter-top where you trapped him against you in case he tried to move away. 

Kissing down the column of your neck, you sighed, “James.”

Sucking at your pulsepoint, ultimately leaving a reminder of him for later, your nails ran down the back of his neck. Admiring his handy work for a moment, his heated gaze locked back onto yours. You watched as his tongue swiped across his lower lip. 

Finally kissing you again, you kissed back, wanting more. 

Which he was more than happy to provide. 

By the time you woke up the next morning, all the tension was gone from your bones. The pillows beneath your head were soft, and so was the bedding. 

Except, where there should have been someone lay next to you, there was nothing but an empty space. 

You were still in his room. After a rather heated make-out session in the kitchen, Bucky had asked you whose room to go to. You had said his, considering it was closer. That much, and a little more, you could remember. 

Holding the covers against your body, you turned over to finally find him. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed by your legs, Bucky was sitting at a hunched ninety degree angle. And from the expression on his face, he looked…remorseful. 

“Hey,” you said in the quiet of the room, already worried. Did he hate you again? After everything the night before…did it mean nothing? 

Bucky looked at you for a second, the guilt on his face even more prominent despite the fact he tried to hide it with a smile. You hated the forced smile almost as much as the fake one. 

“Is everything-”

“I’m so sorry.”

It felt like someone had dropped a boulder in your stomach. You should have prepared yourself for the worst before you spoke; found a way to mask the hurt and bury it deep down. Agree with him that it meant nothing and move on, even if your mind screamed the opposite. 

“I’ve been such an asshole.”

You stopped. Where was he going? He was right. But where was he going with it?

“I should have let you explain. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions so quickly. I shouldn’t have been such an asshole to you.” Bucky rubbed a hand across his jaw. “I was hurt and rather than be an adult about it, I lashed out on you.” He looked directly at you. “I’m so sorry.”

There was something in your heart that grew. Gratefulness at the fact he wasn’t about to tell you he regretted the night before, gratefulness that he was apologising for being such an asshole, care for…him; the way he was looking at you, the way he was holding himself. 

Not knowing what to say, you did the next best thing. Shuffling down the bed, which confused Bucky for a moment – you could have left or punched him. But you didn’t. Instead, you hugged him. It took him a moment, but he hugged you back before he melted into you when he realised you’d settled against him. 

“We all forget ourselves sometimes. But thank you for apologising.” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before resting your chin in the same spot to look at him. 

His eyes were always so much more blue in the mornings. 

“And I’m sorry, too.”

Bucky felt more guilt and confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

“I could have forced you to sit down and listen to me. I could have asked about who I was working with beforehand and given you a heads-up. And I could have followed you out of the office directly after. Maybe then we wouldn’t have been at odds for the last year and a bit.”

Bucky ran his hand up and down your arm that rested on his chest and nodded a little, agreeing with your final statement. “Sixteen months, three weeks and four days.”

“You kept count?”

Bucky nodded a little before meeting your gaze. “You were the best thing to happen to me in years. I didn’t see anything else for me to do other than count the days since.”

You tilted your head. “That…is very sweet. But now you know why I thought you were a maths teacher when we first met.”

Bucky chuckled. “I guess so.”

A quiet atmosphere settled over you both for a moment. “I mean it when I say I’m sorry. And I don’t know what I can do to make up for it but I want to start.”

You smiled and kissed him softly. “Staying in bed with me is a start.”

Bucky smiled and lowered his head for a moment, kissing your wrist before pressing his lips to yours. 

Long after you forgave him, Bucky was still finding ways to make up for not only being an ass but also lost time. 

[whimsicalwritersstuff]

── The lake house pt.1

Pairings: dbf!Joel miller x bratty!Reader

Summary: You return to your family’s lake house for the summer, older and different than the last time Joel saw you.

Word count: 2.511

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You arrived at the lake house just after lunch, the place looked exactly how you remembered it.

A few chairs scattered across the porch, the same old dock stretching into the still water. Nothing had changed. Not really.

But you had.

Your body felt different moving through the space, your legs longer in the cutoff shorts you'd outgrown and repurchased twice since you were last here. Your skin tanned, your movements slower, heavier, more sure.

You weren't the girl who used to cannonball into the lake without a second thought. You knew things now. Things about yourself. Things about the world. And most of all, things about men

Currently, you were barefoot in the kitchen, unpacking groceries and sitting warm white wine straight from the bottle, when you hard the sound of gravel crunching under the tires.

You didn't need to look. You knew it was him.

You padded to the screen door and leaned a shoulder against the frame, watching as the familiar old truck pulled into the drive. It was the same one he'd had forever, battered, a little rust underr the doors, the paint dull with age. It hissed when he cut off the engine and the door swung open.

Joel stepped out like he bad all the time in the world.

Worn heans hung low on his hips, frayed at the hem and faded where his wallet rose against the back pocket. A white t shirt clung to him in all the right places, thin with wear, slightly transparent at the shoulders where the sun had bleached the cotton.

His boots hit the ground, heavy and slow, and he squinted into the sun like he was already tired from the drive.

Then his eyes landed on you. Sometbingin his face shifted.

His expression didn't change exactly, but the tension around his mouth eased, his shoulders dropped slightly.

You watxhed as his gaze trail over you, bare feet, long legs, soft tank top that clung to your chest in the humid heat.

You didn't look away. Neither did he.

"Well, I'll be damned," he finally said, voice rough. "Look at you."

You didn't smile. Not right away. Just let the quite stretch between you as he came up the porch steps, each one groaning under his weight.

"Toy gonna say hi, or just stare?" You asked, lifting the bottle of wine to your lips with a raised brow.

That crooked smirk of his showered. "You used to run to me when I pulled up."

"You used to bring me bubblegum and tell me not to tell my dad," you shot back.

Joel chuckled, low and warm and then be was in front of you. Closer than he needed to be.

And then he hugged you.

Strong arms around your shoulders, palms flat against your back like he meant it. Like he hadn't held a woman in years and had forgotten what it felt like.

You were pressed against his chest, the heat of him leaking through his shirt, the scent of leather and salr clinging to his skin.

He held on too long.

When he finally pulled back, his hands stayed on your waist for a second. Maybe two, his thumbs grazed the hem of your shirt. His eyes didn't go your face. Not immediately. "Missed you kid." He murmured and then cleaned bus throat like he didn't mean to say it out load.

You titled your head, gave him a slow smile. "I'm not a kid anymore, Joel."

He looked at you then. Really looked.

And said nothing.

But you could see it in his eyes.

He knew.

And be didn't like how much he liked it.

The heat softened in the afternoon, but the sun still hung high enough to kiss your golden skin. You slipped into two piece swimsuit you knew fit just right, tight your hair up messily and walked barefoot across the warm wooden planks of the dock with a towel slung over your shoulder and a chilled cherry coke in your hand.

The lake was calm, just a few dragonflies skimming the surface, no boat traffic, no splashing kids. Quite in the way only this place could be.

You laie your towel down and stretched out onto your back, legs long and bare, one knee bent loosely as the sun soaked into your skin.

You let the can of soda rest against your thigh, it's condensation pooling into a cold ring. Time moved slower here. You could almost forget anyone else was around.

Until it wasn't.

You cracked one eye open behind your sunglasses and turned your head just slightly.

And there he was.

Joel stood halfway down the dock, arms cross over his broad chest, one hand rubbbing his jaw absently like he didn't even realize what he was dking it.

He was watching you. Not in the casual, glancing sort of way. He was still. Intent. His eyes moved over toy like he was trying to memorize something.

You didn't move.

You watched him watch you.

And then his gaze lifted, meeting yours, his moutj parted slightly when he realized you'd caught him. His jaw fleched and his arms dropped to his sides like he meant to leave but couldn't quite make his feet move yet.

"You lost, Joel?" You called, voice lazy, teasing.

He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing slightly like he wasn't sure if you were joking. "Didn't mean to interrupt." You sat uo slowly, letting your legs swing over the edge of the dock, feel ripping into the warm water. "Didn't say you did."

Joel scratched the back of his neck, that white t shirt still clinging to him in the humid air and he let his eyes drift away from your chest only for a beat too log. "Just came out to see how the dock feel as holdin' up."

"Looks pretty steady to me." You said, legs still dangling in the wate. "You sure thats what you were checking?"

"You always this mouthy now?" He asked, voice low.

You smiled sweetly. "Only when I'm being watched."

Joel let out a short, humorless chuckle. Then turned, walking back toward the house, boots thudding on the dock with every step.

You let him go.

But you felt his eyes long after he was gone.

And that slow, electric feeling between your legs, the one that hadn't quite gone away since he hugged you, was only getting stronger.

Soon the sun was starting to dip low when your dad called out from the back porch, hollering for Joel to come give him a hand with the grill.

You heard the screen door creak open and elam shut again, you stayed inside a moment longer, tying the ends of your button up shirt just above your waist and slipping into a pair of denim cutoffs.

The ones that barely passed as shorts anymore. The king that made you feel shameless, especially now. Especially after catching Joel's stare earlier like he hadn't seen a woman in five hundred years and just remembered how much he liked them.

You grabbed the bowl of corn from the counter, balancing it on your hip as you stepped outside.

Joel was crouched beside the grill, one knee in the dirt, fiddling with the propane line while your dad wrestled with a stubborn handle.

Joel's back was to you at first, broad and solid in that same worn shirt, now spotted with a faint smudge of ash across his shoulder, his arms flexed as he braced against the edge of the grill..

You walked past them, your sandals slapping gently against the wooden deck.

Joel looked up.

And his is jaw locked.

His eyes dragged up from the bare skin of your thighs to the soft knot of your shirt above your navel.

Then higher, pausing briefly at the swell of your chest before meeting your eyes, his face unreadable.

"Need this out here?" You asked innconcently, holding out the bowl toward your dad.

"Yeah, thanks, sweetheart." Your dad said without looking, too busy cursing the lid of the grill.

But Joel was still watching you.

He tried not to be obvious. He always did. But his fingers stilled against the metal, and his breathing shifted. You noticed.

You turned slightly as you passed him, letting your hip away a little more than necessary.

"Grill still giving you trouble?"

Joel straightened up slowly, towering over you now. His arms glistened faintly from the best, the smear of soot across the back of one hand.

He didn't answer right away, just stared down at you like you were some kind of problem be hadn't figured out how to solve yet.

"No," he said, voice like gravel. "It's not the grill that's the problem."

Your stomach fluttered, low and tight.

Before yo could reply, your dad called out, snapping Joel's attention away.

You walked off, hips swaying and benind you you heard him exahle, sharp and frustrated. Like he hated how much he was looking. And hated even more that he couldn't stop.

The fire pit was already crackling when you came out.

Someone had string up those cheap fair lights along the edge of the porch, probably your dad and their soft yellow glow spilled over the back of the deck, giving the old boards a little bit of magic.

Moths flitted around them, dumb and beautiful in their way and the faint sound of country music from an old Bluetooth speaker your dad insisted on using despite it's busted soind..

The evening had turned cooler, the heat of the day retrwatinginto the trees. You had brought the marshmallows and both your dad were halfway through the bottle of whiskey passed from hand to hand like it was sacred.

You spotted Joel the second you stepped onto the porch.. he was sitting on a weathrwd log near the edge of the circle, his back to the woods.

His legs were spread comfortablely, a tumbler of something amber in one hand, the other resting on his thigh

He didn't look up right away, but you felt him notice you.

You moved slowly, letting your steps crunch just enough to he heard. You bypassed the empty chair beside your dad and made your way over to Joel instead, sliding down onto the log next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Close, but not too close..

He turned his head slightly, eyes catching yours.

"Here," he offered you his drink, you took it his fingers grazing yours, and tipped it to your lips. It burned, smooth and hot and you gave it back with a little grin.

"Still drinking the cheap stuff?"

Joel smirked, his eyes dragging over your face like he was trying to place the girl you used to be.

"Ain't cheap, it's familiar."

"Sounds like an excuse," you teased.. "you always this sentimental, or just when there's firelight and whiskey?"

Joel smirked as he shoke his head and tossed back a sip of his drink, but the tension was like a string pulled taut between you.

Your dad cracked a joke across the fire, you laughed including joel.

You leaned forward slightly, elbows on your knees, eyes fixed on the fire like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

The breeze off the lake had started to pick up, brushing cool across your bare arms. You weren't really cold, not yet. But you saw your chance.

You shivered, just a little. Enough for him to notice.

Joel didn't speak at first. But you heard the subtle shift of fabric beside you. Then without a word, he stood up.

You looked up in time to watch him shrug off the flannel shirt he'd work over his t shirt.

He held it out to you.

You blinked, your lips curving slowly. "Really, gonna give me the shirt off your back?"

"Wouldn't want you catchin' a chill," he said, you took it, letting your fingers brush his as you did. You made sure they did.

The flannel was still warm when you slipped your arms through the sleeves, oversized and heavy, swallowing your frame. His scent hit you immediately, deep and woodsy.

Joel sat again beside you, this time just a little closer. His thigh brushed yours and he didn't shift away.

"Better?" He asked, still looking at the fire, you tugged the flannel tighter around yourself, crossed your arms and leaned back a little so your shoulder nudged into his. "Much."

Soon the fire had burned lower, down to soft glowing embers and the occasional crack of a stubborn log.

Your dad was mumbling something about early fishing plans and disappearing towards the porch, leaving just the two of you and the dying fire.

You were still wrapped in Joel's flannel, tucked around your bare legs, the sleeves swallowing your hands. You hadn't givin it back. You had no plans to.

Joel say beside you, quite and still, his eyes fixed on the flames like they were keeping him anchored.

You leaned back on your hands, stretching jut a a little, the flannel slipping open slightly at the collar..

The tank top underneath did little to hide the curve of your chest and you caught him looking.

Again.

"Careful," you said softly, smirking. "You're staring."

Joel's jaw tightened, "don't flatter yourself, sweetheart."

You huffed a laugh, "oh, please. You've been sneaking looks at me since the dock."

"You keep pokin' at me like that..." He murmured "youre gonna find out exactly how much self control I don't have left."

You heart thudded hard.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fan across your neck.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but you didn't move away. Not even a little.

Instead you smiled slowly.

Bratty.

Defiant.

"I think you like being poked, Joel."

"You've got a smart mouth," he said , still too close, "somebody ought to teach you what to do with it."

"Maybe I'm waiting for the right teacher."

That made his nostrils flare. His gaze dropped to your mouth, again and stayed there.

The fire crackles in the pit, Joel didn't move. Didn't touch.

But his restraint was hanging by a thread.

You could feel it.

And you wanted to cut it.

You let your manicured fingers rest on his thigh, just above his knee.

Innocent.

"I'm not cold anymore," you said sweetly. "But I think I'll keep your flannel."

Joel exhaled hard through his nose, like he was trying not to say something that would get him in trouble.

Too late.

He looked at you like he was already imagining all the ways he could silence your teasing, how he could put your bratty little mouth to better use.

But he didn't.

Not yet.

Instead, he stood up, eyes dragging down your body like be was carvving it into memory..

"Go inside," he said, voice rough. "Before I stop being a gentleman.

You smiled up at him, wicked and satisfied.

"Promise?""

Joel didn't answer.

But his eyes said everything.

To be continued...

[witherby]

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG EL forgeting about my last idea since its kind of generic (this one is also but whateverrrrrhahahsg)

so you know Starfire is an alien right?(tamaranean) how about something where reader is a sort of alien too? (x damian too bc im starting to hyper fixate on him) and like they meet as Damian does patrolling/a mission, kind of how Dick and Star met!!

ill leave if up to there and if you like it!! ANYWAY HI EL!!

—🦈

HI SHARKY.

I was gonna finish writing the vampire!Jason prompt but I saw this and immediately fell into a fugue state instead. When I came out, it was with this. I hope you like it 🩷

Flight of Fancy

Damian Wayne x Winged!Reader

Featuring: language barriers (gibberish), a shoulder wound, and a kiss.

It had started out as a routine track-and-report mission. Damian was supposed to investigate the suspicious cargo shipments in Gotham Harbor, try to figure out what was being delivered, and come back to the Cave with his findings.

Tim's bet was human trafficking. Dick's was illegal arms dealing. Jason's was drugs. Damian guessed poaching. Bruce wanted them to stop making bets about what horrible thing of the week was going on and please focus on getting the task done.

(Bruce was just upset that he wasn't allowed to bet anymore because he kept winning.)

As the night drags on and the boredom starts to creep in, Damian wonders if the ship sitting on the loading dock is actually conducting legal business for once. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, and it would mean less follow-up work to do.

"Red Robin," Damian mutters into his comm, "there's been no activity for three hours. I'm about to declare this endeavor a wasted one and return to base."

"Copy," Tim says in his ear. "There's no spooky stuff happening on the computer, either. Give it ten more minutes and then come back."

"Understood." Damian shifts on his perch — an unsurveilled roof of a tailoring shop — and casts his gaze along the area for the thousandth time that night.

Cold, choppy waters, devoid of any suspicious activity. Dock workers walking around and doing their jobs as they chatter and whistle amongst each other, devoid of any suspicious activity. The cargo ship that docked an hour ago, devoid of any suspicious —

Well. It wasn't suspicious until he realized that the distant ringing he's heard all night wasn't interference from the dinky, little radio one of the workers has been using to blast old, jazzy tunes, but a shrill crying noise coming from the ship. A normal person wouldn't even be able to detect it, but years of training with the League taught Damian to filter and identify any and all noises he picks up automatically.

"Red Robin. I've identified a potential trafficking situation. Stand by."

"Copy. Standing by," Tim says. "Ready to dispatch EMTs on your word and receive that fifty bucks when you get back."

"Yeah, yeah," he grunts, grappling down the building and taking cover in the shadows, maneuvering his way around the harbor men and onto the ship without a sound.

The closer he gets, the louder the crying becomes. He can tell it's just one person making the sound, and that they seem to be locked in one of the titanium crates on the back of the ship. It's child's play to locate the right one and pop the lock open with the small hand laser from his tool bag.

The second it's gone the lid flies open, and Damian gets knocked down by someone he can only describe as ethereal.

You are a collection of stand-out features. Glowing, bright eyes. A wild mane of hair. Well-tailored, form fitting robes. And a huge, breathtaking pair of white wings, that unfurl from your back and shake out into their full width with barely a whisper of sound.

You're bleeding, Damian realizes belatedly. You're bleeding gold. It drips from a wound in your shoulder, running down the sleeve of your robe and soaking the fabric. Small beads trail down your fingertips and stain his chest where you're using your weight to pin him to the ground.

"Whoa," he mutters, because that's the only thing in his mind. Just. Whoa.

You furrow your brow and glare at him, muttering something in a dialect he doesn't understand. The confusion on his face must be evident, because you quickly become frustrated.

"Ira neshmi le-hyr!" You demand, waving the wrist of your other hand in his face, which has a LexCorp-branded tracking bracelet on it. There are faint scratch marks around the skin where you obviously tried to pry the device off.

"Robin? What's the situation? Am I dispatching EMT?" Tim's voice sounds in his ear, startling Damian into taking full stock of the situation again. He blinks a few times, picking up on bootsteps approaching his location, your increasing franticness from where you're knelt above him, and the riskiness of what he's about to do.

"No EMTs," Damian says, reaching for the handheld laser again. He holds it up for you to see, then gestures to your wrist.

You hesitate for only a moment, then offer him your arm and watch him slice the bracelet off and pocket it. With a quick sleight of band, he presses a tracker of his own into the sleeve of your robes, then urges you to get off him.

"Bad people are coming," he says, gesturing to the shadows of figures he can see getting closer. "You should come with me. I can get you somewhere safe."

You stare at him like you don't understand what he's saying. He lets out a frustrated sigh. There's no time for this.

"Me. You. Come with me. That way." He gestures to you, then himself, then points in the direction of the Bat Cave with urgency.

Your eyes dart to where he points, then you nod. He's about to try to figure out how to pantomime you tucking your wings in so you can sneak around better, but you stride forward, wrap your arms around his waist, and use them to take off into the air. Damian clings to you and yelps, drawing the attention of the men on the ship. There's a cacophony of shouting down below that quickly grows faint the farther away you fly.

"The package is escaping!! Someone call the boss!"

"Do we shoot it down?"

"No, you idiot! We need it alive! We'll track it down —"

The rest of their words are lost to the wind. Damian holds onto you with white knuckles and refuses to look down. It's too dark and too smoggy in Gotham to look up at the stars, so the only other thing to observe is you.

If he thought you were stunning on the ground, you're something else in the air. The wind pushes your hair around and out of your face, revealing small markings around your cheeks and eyes. The light your wings catch makes them almost glitter with every beat as you propel the two of you onward. Briefly, you travel over a more illuminated section of the city, which make your eyes look like little constellations.

He's utterly captivated.

"Nirr'm? Luola stesh?" You try to ask him, directing your gaze to him. Damian has no idea how to answer a question he can't understand, so he just points to the ground.

You scan around for a secluded spot to land and gently coast to the ground, setting him down. Damian locks his knees to keep them from buckling and takes several slow, deep breaths.

"I can't understand you," he says after a moment. You furrow your brows again. "And based on your expression, it's vice-versa."

"Robin, come in!" Tim says in his ear, and, oh, he'd forgotten that he stopped responding for ten minutes. "I'm tracking your location and it says you're four miles away from the harbor? What's your status? Do I need to send Batman in for backup?"

"Negative, do not send backup. Don't send EMTs, either."

"You said there was a trafficking situation?"

"Yeah," Damian says, "metahuman trafficking. Don't send anyone until I can figure out how to communicate that they wouldn't be a threat."

"Communicate? What, they don't speak any of the thousand languages you know?"

Damian doesn't respond.

"Oh, shit. Okay. Standing by."

While he'd been talking to Tim, you had inched your way closer and closer to Damian. When he focuses on you again, he almost flinches back after finding you less than a foot away. You perk up when you notice him give you attention and lift your hands up, curling them around his shoulders.

"Um," he mutters, "what are you doing?"

"De-ad'nin," you say, leaning closer. Your eyes don't leave his. "Hmnik?"

"I don't...I can't understand you," he says again. You're waiting for him to do something, he can tell that much. He just doesn't know what you want.

You lean in even more, practically sharing breath. Damian can feel his cheeks warming, but curiosity overwhelms the impropriety, so he doesn't move away. You seem to take this as some sort of permission.

Closing the gap, you press your mouth to his, and Damian freezes.

Soft, he thinks. Your lips are soft. His hands twitch at his sides as he fights the urge to grab your waist, but you have no such reservations as you press yourself practically flush against him and prod at the seam of his mouth with your tongue. A frankly embarrassing whine leaves him, but Damian relents and starts kissing you back with the same level of enthusiasm you show him. Even though his gloves, he can tell that your hair is ridiculously soft as he runs his fingers through it. He's briefly lost in a flurry of sensations, overwhelmed by you, and just when blood starts redirecting itself to other places, you pull away again and clear your throat.

"You helped me," you murmur, slowly and steadily, like you're testing out the words as you say them. "You set me free. Thank you."

"...you're...welcome?" Damian pants, his mind still a little gooey. "Wait, that's English. You're — did you kiss me to learn English?"

"I did," you smile. "I needed to convey my gratitude in your common tongue. I hope I didn't offend you."

Offend was definitely not the word to use. He gently pulls his hands from your hair, but you make no move to separate, so he settles them on your waist instead.

"You're wounded," he says, tipping his head in the direction of your shoulder. The bleeding has slowed, but not stopped. "Let me take you somewhere to get that wrapped."

"Take me where?" You ask. "Not back to the laboratory?"

"No." He doesn't know what lab you're talking about, but he knows he would never willingly put you back in Luthor's hands. "A cave. It has a medical ward where you can have that cut stitched closed."

You seem to give it some thought, idly playing with the hair at the nape of Damian's neck. It takes so much more effort than he anticipates not to melt into it. Your bare skin against his almost burns. You're exceptionally warm, near-feverish.

"Yes," you eventually agree. "You are..." You tilt your head as you search for the right words to use. "Trustworthy. I will go with you there."

Damian relaxes. He presses a finger to his comm.

"Red Robin, send the Batmobile to my location for extraction. I'm bringing the metahuman to the Batcave."

[iamnot-crazy]

Stowaway Full Post

Summary: The reader is a slave to a nobleman due to her devil's fruit ability which allows her to control the emotions of the people around her. She flees to bump into Trafalgar Law and boards his ship.

fem!Reader x Law,

Word Count: 5,559

A/N: After a vote here is a rewritten version of stowaway in a larger post. I only did chapter 1 - 4 and will do a full rewrite for the next parts in the future but these 4 chapters have a sweet ending so I wanted it in a single full post. To fit this format I did edit and rewrote a lot of the story for a better flow. Please let me know what you think and if you having fun suggestions for me to write next

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You weaved between buildings as you grew closer to the docks, keeping your head on a swivel, making sure no one was following you. You eventually reached a stack of crates ready to be loaded onto a ship. ‘Perfect,’ you thought. Not only could you hide among the crates to sneak onto a ship, but while you did, you could steal some food to ease your aching stomach.

You noticed one crate was partially open and you snuck over to it, lifting it up slightly more to grab whatever was inside. You pulled out an apple and smiled with relief, taking a quick bite of it. As you relished the taste of the apple, a figure sat on top of the crate. You jumped back in surprise to see a tall figure crossing his legs as he stared down at you, amused.

"Is there a reason you are trying to steal my crew's provisions?" he asked, leaning forward with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

“I… Uh…” You shuddered, “I’m sorry, I am just really hungry.” You lowered your head, expecting punishment, but it never came. Instead, when you looked up, you saw a ball of rice in the man's hand.

You looked up, shocked, as the man raised his eyebrows and pushed the rice ball further toward you. “This will fill you up better than an apple.” You quickly took the ball out of his hand and shoved it into your mouth. The man huffed a small chuckle, “So, who are you hiding from?” he questioned.

“No one,” you spoke with food still in your mouth.

“The sneaking around and the constant looking behind you tells me differently,” he smirked.

You glared at him slightly, clearly he was watching you before you got to the crates. Before you could explain, voices began to echo down the street. Guards were walking down from the mansion, shouting if anyone had seen a woman matching your description.

The man chuckled again, “So, what did you steal?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t steal anything. I just escaped.”

The man’s eyes glossed over hearing the word ‘escaped’ before quickly analyzing you, seeing the condition you were in. The man jumped off the crate and you shuffled further away as he crouched down to your level. His eyes narrowed, looking over your frail body and disheveled state. “Where are you planning on going?” he questioned.

“I don’t care, somewhere far away from here,” you admitted.

The man nodded and stood up, looking over at the guards who were nearing the docks. “I can take you to the next island,” he offered, looking back, “But after that, you’re on your own.”

Your face lit up, “Are you sure?”

The man nodded, looking back over to see a guard approaching one of his crew mates. “I’m going to transport you to my med bay. Do not be alarmed.”

“Transport? What?” You began to question, but you were engulfed in blue before everything blurred and you were now sitting on a hard metal table.

Your head jerked around as you looked around to find yourself somewhere completely new. You were in some kind of medical office. One side of the wall was covered in shelves filled with books and the other side had metal cabinets and a sink with a counter covered in bandages and other medical supplies.

You spotted a porthole behind you and jumped off the table to look through it. You could see the man speaking with one of the guards, shaking his head, while standing next to a standing polar bear and two other men in white boiler suits and wearing funky hats. Your eyes dashed over to the wall where a wanted poster hung with the face of the man who just helped you, with the same polar bear standing behind him while holding a large sword. Your eyes darted back to the window to see the man heading up the ramp to the ship, and you could clearly see the same sword in the poster resting on his shoulder.

You pressed your back against the wall and sank to the floor, ‘Great, you found yourself aboard a pirate ship.’ You held your head in thought, unsure if you should be scared or not. After all, he did just give you a rice ball and promised you travel off this island.

The door to the room swung open, revealing the pirate captain himself. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion to not see you sitting on the table. His head tilted as he scanned the room to find you on the floor in the corner, looking very unsure. “It’s going to be very hard for me to perform a physical if you are on the floor,” he stated, turning to the sink and filling a glass with water.

“Are you a pirate?” you questioned.

The man huffed, “I’m technically a doctor first, but as you can tell from my wanted poster, not everyone thinks that.” He gestured to the poster before handing you the glass filled with water.

You gently placed the glass to your lips before chugging down the water, which felt so nice against your dry tongue. You wiped your lips when you finished the glass and looked up at the pirate doctor with pleading eyes as he took the glass to refill it again.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to conduct a physical on the medical table rather than the floor,” he gestured over to the table before turning back to the sink, filling the glass up again. You slowly got off the ground and lifted yourself back onto the table. The man handed you the glass, which you greedily finished.

“So, what should I call you?” you said, handing him the glass.

The man chuckled, placing the glass on the counter before approaching you with a funny-looking tool that hung from his neck. “Trafalgar Law,” he said before placing the other end of the tool on your chest and listening carefully.

“And what should I call you, little stowaway?” he asked as he put his tool on the counter, grabbing another with a small light.

You paused as you thought about your name. You haven’t been called by your name in years and you nearly forgot it.

“So? What’s your name?” Law questioned as he looked into your ear with his light.

“Uh… it’s… Y/N,” you finally spoke.

Law nodded, stepping back and placing his tool down. “Well, Y/N. You got lucky, you don’t seem to have any infections, but you do appear severely dehydrated and anorexic. But with some help and a slow scheduled food intake, you should start to feel better.”

“Better?” you questioned, tilting your head.

“Yes, better. You look like you’ve been through hell and back,” he stated as he began to write down some things in a journal. “You’re probably exhausted too, so you should rest for the next day. I’ll have my first mate Bepo bring you some clothing and food tonight, but in the meantime, you should rest.” He walked over to the back of the room and pulled down a hammock from the ceiling and turned to one of the cabinets, pulling out a pillow and blanket.

You blinked in shock at the hospitality this man was showing you.

“It’s going to take a week to get to the next island, so you should probably get comfy. But not too comfy, this isn’t a free ride, and after you get some rest, I’ll ask if you can assist with some of the ship’s upkeep,” he continued to speak as he attempted to make the hammock and pillow look comfier.

“Why?” you finally spoke. Law turned around, confused at the question, raising an eyebrow, “Why are you being so kind?” Your eyes started to water.

Law shrugged, “I’m not really going out of my way or anything.” He walked toward the door, “Drink some more water, but pace yourself, and get some rest. Bepo will come by in 2 hours with food and some clothes. I’ll come by tomorrow to do another check-up and then show you around the ship. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He then disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Your lips twitched as you tried to smiled with tears in your eyes.

As Law promised, his first mate knocked on the door two hours later, bringing rice balls and a white boiler suit that everyone else on the ship seemed to wear. What shocked you was to find the first mate was the walking polar bear, and that he was extremely bashful as he kindly handed you the items and asked if you needed anything else. You were amused by him stumbling way out the room, apologizing to every inanimate item that he bumped into.

The next morning, Law walked in, rubbing his eyes, to find you staring out the porthole as they bounced with the waves of the sea. A small smirk creeped to his face to see you so attentive and bright-eyed, watching the sea. “Good morning,” he spoke with a scratch in his throat before he sipped on his mug filled with coffee. You spun around at the sound of his voice. “something interesting out there?” he commented.

“It’s just so pretty. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen the ocean,” you turned back to the porthole. Law raised a concerning eyebrow, placing his mug down.

“Well, I would ask if I could do another check-up, but you seem ready for the day, so let’s go see the rest of the ship.” He walked over, helping you out of the hammock before stuffing it back into the ceiling.

You followed Law around the ship as he introduced you to the crew and explained how the crew operated. You kept close to Law hiding slightly in his shadow scared of what the rest of the pirate crew was like. When he showed you how the sub underwater you worries was replaced with amazement. As the sub sunk deeper into the sea and the fish swam past the window of the sub. You now understood why everyone wore the boiler suits as the sub suddenly became hotter.

Law gave you a few chores to do around the ship for the next few days, all of which were done alongside another crew member. You quickly became close with Bepo, the polar bear, and his warm personality. Ikkaku, the ship’s engineer, was beyond excited that she was no longer the only female on the ship and insisted you share quarters with her. Shachi and Penguin were a little harder to understand, but once they played a prank on you, slicking the floor with oil, causing you and Bepo to slide around as you attempted to wash the floor, they were around more.

When the final day came, you felt a pang of sadness. As you approached Law’s office to tell him how grateful you were for him and his kindness, you noticed the door was surrounded by Bepo, Ikkaku, Penguin, and Shachi. “Come on, Captain, please! Can Y/N stay with us a bit longer!” Bepo whined with a pout on his face, which the other three tried to match.

“I already told you that’s not my decision. Y/N only asked to go to the next island. If you want her to stay, you need to ask her that,” you heard Law’s voice from inside his office, obviously annoyed.

“And if she says yes, can she join the crew?” Bepo asked, and you halted in your tracks. Your thoughts swarmed with ideas about what it would mean if you joined their crew.

“Yes, if she wants to, she can join the crew,” Law answered, and the group all looked down the hallway, spotting you. “But don’t pressure her!” Law shouted as they made a beeline to you. Law leaned his head out the doorframe to see you turning around to run away from the group.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently, sending you to the floor, and red lights began to flash. You looked behind you to see the group look concerned before running off in the other direction, and Law jumped out of his office, holding his sword and bouncing off the wall. The rest of the crew also began running toward the door to the deck, toward the fight.

You pushed yourself up, and with determination fueling your steps, you marched to the door as well, being the last one to reach the deck. “Trafalgar Law! You have a stowaway that we are under orders to return,” a Marine shouted from the beach of the island.

“No!” Law shouted before raising his sword up and casting a blue sphere.

‘They are here for me?’ you thought before you stormed forward.

“Y/N, get back into the ship,” Law hissed as you pushed your way to the front of the ship.

You ignored him as you reached your arms out and your eyes began to glow white, and a cloud of mist floated out of your hand and toward the Marines, who started to fall one by one as they inhaled the mist. You mist was far more powerful now that you were properly feed and rested that you were unaware of how much you actually produced.

Law's eyes went wide as he watched you easily take out 50 Marines. When the last Marine fell, your eyes fluttered back to normal and you began to fall. Law quickly caught you before you reached the ground. You panted into his chest, feeling dizzy and tired after using so much of your power.

“What the hell?” Law questioned in shock, looking up at Shachi, who jumped off the ship to investigate the fallen Marines.

“They're asleep, Captain!” Shachi shouted after his investigation.

Law raised his eyebrow, looking down at you in shock as you tried to regain your breath, “Prepare to submerge, let’s not stay any longer than we need to!” he ordered, lifting you to your feet and slowly walking you back into the ship while everyone else ran into their positions to prepare the sub.

You mumbled when the door of Law’s office closed behind him, “I’m sorry.”

Law guided you over to his chair, “Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“The Marines, they were after me. I put you and everyone in danger,” you sulked.

Law chuckled, “The Marines are always after us, we’re pirates. But I am curious as to why they were after you?”

You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers, “I…” You paused with a sigh, “I ran away from my master. I was a slave.”

Law’s eyes widened as he looked over you and your features as the pieces of you fell into place.

“I was sold for my Devil Fruit power, the Feel-Feel Fruit,” you explained as Law sat in thought, his eyebrows pressing together at the fruit name. “It allows me to control people's emotions by touching them. I recently found I can create a mist of emotion.”

You lifted up your hand to reveal colored dots on the tips of each of your fingers. Law pulled your hand closer to get a better look and looked shocked to see it shift colors. “They shift colors based on what emotion I am transferring, but it mostly shifts based on what emotion I am feeling.”

“Interesting,” Law said, twisting your hand in his. “What does each color mean?”

“Black is sad, blue is happy, grey is calm.”

“What does gold mean?”

You looked down to see your tips shining a bright gold, “I mean there are too many emotions for it to read,” you replied but were surprised to watch him place all five of his fingers on top of the glowing dots. His eyes widened as he began to feel your emotions, and when your emotions shifted to surprise and the color shifted to brown, his eyes mimicked yours, shifting in curiosity and surprise. You yanked your hand back, releasing him from your spell before any other emotions could be transferred to him. knowing emotions tend to linger, you shifted the color to grey and grabbed his arm, shifting his emotions back to calm.

He shook his head back and breathed calmly, now feeling a sensation he had never felt before, truly calm and relaxed. "Wow." Was all he could say as he closed his eyes relishing in the moment before it fell off him like a wave.

You watched Law take a deep breath before returning to his own emotions, "So you aren't just making people feel a particular way, you are shifting the chemicals in the brain to make them think they feel a particular way. Interesting."

"Y/N, would you please join my crew?" He asked, standing up straight and holding his hand in front of you.

You paused in thought, “I don’t know. You and your crew have been nothing but kind to me, and I have never felt so happy. Which is why I have to say that if you want me to join for my powers, I can’t. I won’t. I won’t be used for my power ever again.” You took a deep breath, finally feeling confident enough to stand up for yourself.

Law nodded, “I understand… I promise if you join my crew, you will never be asked to use your powers again. Y/N, I am asking for you to join my crew because everyone has taken a liking to you. Your powers are amazing, but you will never have to use them when you don't want to.” You nodded, believing his words. "However, because you were once a slave I suggest you take my offer. The world will not be kind to you and the world government will try to return you. If you join my crew we can protect you."

Your lip began to quiver, thinking about the life you could start to have. “Are you sure?”

Law nodded, “I promise you will never be used again, but you will have to do some chores.”

You smiled with a little laugh, jumping and wrapping your arms around his neck, yanking yourself toward him. Law froze in surprise but smiled softly before patting your back gently.

Over the next few weeks, your role on the crew evolved. You became the caretaker, managing chore lists and listening to everyone’s complaints, a task you happily embraced. The more you listened, the less you had to share about yourself, the less you had to remember your past.

But you were happy, so much so your face muscles began to ache as you started to smile more as each day past. Each time Law watched you smile to heard your laugh he took it as his own small victory. You were slowly transforming and it was evident not just from your smiles but your body too as you began to grow in strength no longer was your bones pressing against your skin. The crew quickly took you in as one of their own; however, Law noticed an odd pattern. You didn't shower with the rest of the crew, opting for late-night showers after everyone else had fallen asleep. He’d often hear you passing his office when he worked late nights.

One night, as you were sneaking down the hallway, you spotted Law leaning on the doorframe of his office with his arms crossed, awaiting you. You bit the side of your cheek before turning around, avoiding eye contact with the captain. “Hold on a minute,” he shouted, pushing off the frame. “Want to tell me why you sneak to the showers every night?” he questioned.

You pouted, turning back to the captain. “You have a crew full of men, and you expect me to shower with them?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Law closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t play me a fool, Y/N, you’re hiding something.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in comfort “It’s my mark,” you admitted, looking away from the man.

Law straightened up in understanding before gesturing to his office. You nodded, walking into his office with him following behind, closing the door behind him. “Can I see it?” he asked carefully.

You nodded before unzipping your boiler suit and raising your tank top to reveal a mean red scar on your right hip. The burn mark of a dragon claw sign, your ownership by a Celestial Dragon. Law quitelty gasped, hovering his fingers above the scar. You watched with weary eyes, stuck on the sight of the mark and the history and pain it held. Law looked at your face to see a deep frown and the flecks in your eyes shift to black. He gently placed his hand over the mark to divert your attention to him.

“I can get rid of it,” he said confidently while locking his eyes with yours with a determined expression.

Your eyes brightened slightly, “You can?!” you said in surprise. Law just nodded in response. “How?”

“With my Devil Fruit powers, I can rapidly expand and replace the tissue in that area, removing the scar,” he explained before summoning a ‘Room’.

You swallowed before nodding, holding back your tears, “Please. Please remove it.”

Law’s hand, which stayed resting on your hip, began to glow as he pinched his eyebrows in focus, a small sweat dripping down his forehead. You felt a little heat as your body shifted under his powers.

When he finally removed his hand, the scar was completely gone, showing a patch of newly pale skin. Your eyes twitched as you tried to keep the tears from flowing out, but a few dripped out. You looked up at Law, who was looking proudly at his work.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, yanking yourself to him. The tears flowed out of your eyes, soaking the back of his neck, “Thank you, Law. Thank you for everything,” you sobbed.

Law blushed awkwardly, patting your back. “It was nothing, Y/N,” he said.

You pulled off him, placing a quick peck on his cheek. “It is everything to me.” You then ran out of his office, leaving him in a daze as he placed his hand on the cheek where you left the tingles of your lips.

“Everything?” he mumbled as he blushed.

Over the next few weeks, your confidence had grown to a level Law never thought he would see in you. You had elected to purchase bikini tops to wear under your boiler suit, which you would often unzip while outside. Law watched with interest from a distance as you gave tasks to the crew. To Law, this was him admiring his work, his ability to completely remove a scar of that size, something he wasn’t entirely sure he could do but was thrilled to find he could, and the joy it brought you.

With the scar now gone, you were able to lock your horrifying memories away, and whenever a thought crept its way up, you looked down at your clear hip to remind yourself that you were a new person.

This day, the Heart Pirates had stopped at a town to pick up supplies for the ship, and you and Ikkaku took the opportunity to have a girls' shopping trip. While you both started the trip trying on outfits, somehow you both ended up at the hardware stands, finding ways to improve the Polar Tang. It just so happened that those stands were across from the bookstores Law had found himself in.

He stood in the window, unable to stop watching your smile. “Oh, does Captain have a crush on our little stowaway!” Shachi teased, wrapping his arm around the taller captain. Law looked down and glared at his brother. “Oh, come on, Captain, no one would blame you if you did. I mean, look at her! She has completely changed from the day she arrived,” Shachi gave a toothy smile, looking over at you. “Really turned into a beautiful butterfly.” Penguin and Bepo approached from behind. Shachi elbowed Penguin, “Don’t you agree, Peng?”

Penguin nodded with a smirk. Law scoffed at the two, shoving them off him and turning around, “Let’s go, Bepo.”

The bear looked down at his captain curiously, “Captain? Do you?” he asked,

Law snapped his head toward the bear, “Do I what Bepo?”

“Have a crush on Y/N” Bepo questioned causing Law to freeze with a blush creeping onto his face. Shachi and Penguin laughed as they saw his ears turn pink.

Law snapped his head at the two, holding his hand up threateningly, “Laugh at me one more time and see what happens.” The two covered their mouths with tears forming in their eyes as they attempted to muffle their laughs, but their captain’s threatening expression fell short when his cheeks glowed a bright pink.

“Let’s see how long you can laugh without your mouths!” Law shouted, holding up his hand, but a scream sliced through the air, cutting him off.

The four boys quickly turned around to the window, concerned. Shachi’s and Penguin’s jaws dropped to see you being held in the air by a giant man who had his hand gripped around your throat. Ikkaku was being held back by two other men while she screamed. Law’s teeth gritted in anger before he stormed around to the door of the store. “Shachi, Penguin, tell everyone we are leaving!” He ordered, and the two ran off to complete his order. “Bepo, hold this.” He threw a loose book into his arm before throwing open the door.

Ikkaku’s shouts became louder as she screamed at the man to put you down. You gripped at the hand around your neck, but for the most part, were completely frozen in fear.

Law’s eyes twitched before he cast a ‘Room’, sending a blue sphere surrounding the entire plaza. Your captured attention shifted to Law, who stood at the doorway, pulling his sword out of its sheath.

“Trafalgar Law! I heard a rumor you had stolen Barberton’s prized slave, but I’ll be taking her back to her proper owner now,” the man taunted, gripping tighter on your throat. Your eyes pinched in pain.

Law’s jaw tightened at the sight, “SHAMBLES!” he shouted, and you were replaced by a loose book, which was crushed in the grip of your captor. You now sat in Bepo’s furry arms, coughing and holding your neck in pain. Law gave Bepo a quick glance before Bepo took the message and ran off to the ship.

Law glared at your captor, who looked over in surprise as Law and his sword were flying toward him in a flash.

‘Room.’

Law walked away from the destruction behind him as everything fell to the ground when he took down his Room.

Shachi ran up to the enraged captain. “Everyone is back on the ship, and we are ready to disembark,” he informed while he looked behind the captain in horror at the state his captain left the man.

“Good.” Law placed his sword back into its sheath. “Let’s go.”

Law slowly walked onto the ship, his eyes searching for you. Once they landed on you sobbing in Bepo’s arm, he made a beeline to you.

You had curled yourself into Bepo’s furry chest, your hand covering your throat as you sniffled, trying to regain your breath. Law gently brushed his hand over your head, gaining your attention. You looked up at the man with blurry eyes, “I’m sorry,” you wept, huffing in a breath.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Law assured and used his thumb to brush away your tears, “I took care of it. He will never touch you again.”

You nodded, reaching to pull him into a hug, something Law was becoming more and more familiar with. Law leaned forward to allow you to wrap your arms around his neck before gently pulling you out of the polar bear’s arms. Law looked around to see everyone staring at him in shock, “GET READY TO DISEMBARK!” Law shouted, which sent everyone dashing around the ship as he disappeared into the ship and into the med bay.

Once in the med bay, Law gently placed you on top of the medical table as you wiped away your remaining tears. “I was so scared,” you whined as Law gently lifted your chin to get a better view of the forming bruise on your neck.

“I can’t go back,” you sobbed, “I will break. I can’t…”

Law shook his head, grabbing your hands into his. “I won’t let that happen,” he promised.

You felt tingles in your fingers as they touched his. “I froze,” you admitted, “When I saw him, I froze. I felt like I was back at my master’s and he was there to punish me again.”

You started to feel the tingle in your fingertips before feeling a mixture of determination and relief. “You weren’t there and he will never lay a hand on you ever again. Not as long as I am here.”

“You can’t promise that,” you admitted, “My master, he has a lot of power. He will just send more and now he knows that I am with your crew.”

“And if he does, I’ll protect you,” he spoke before glinting into a smile, “Besides, I can promise that he will never touch you again.” Law then lifted up a pair of disconnected hands.

You gasped as you watched the fingers twitch. “Is that his hands…” Your tone was a mixture of disgust and shock.

Law nodded, poking one of the hands, which caused it to form into a fist and try to reach for Law’s finger. “And he still feels everything that happens to it.” Law gave an evil smirk.

“What are you going to do with it?” You ask in alarm all you fears washed away now invested in the man’s hand and your captain who is powerful enough and demented enough to steal the mans hands.

Law shrugged opening a drawer and dropping the hands in, “I don’t know. Probably keep it locked in here until I decided to pick up sewing and use it as a pin cushion.”

Your hand swings up to your hand as you try to cover your laugh. Law smirks hearing your laugh again and seeing you smile again. The next person who takes that smile away will find a fate worse than death he has worked to hard to get that smile to your face.

Later that week Law noticed he could hear your tiny footsteps sneaking past his office door again something he hasn’t heard since you stopping taking your late night showers. Curious Law follows the sound as you walk to the deck of the ship and leaned on the railing.

Law stayed back for a moment watching your hair fly in the wind while you took in deep breathes of the salty air.

“What are you doing up?” He ask as he finally approaches leaning next to you.

You look him up and down before off to the sea again, “I can ask you the same thing?”

Law shrugged, “can’t sleep.”

You bow your head, “Same here.”

Law eyebrow raised, “Bad thoughts?” He asked knowingly.

You sighed, “Ya… I… I guess when he grab me I didn’t realized that was the first time in a while I was afraid to lose something. I was bought by my master 13 years ago when I was only 13 and before that I already lost my mother and didn’t have much in the first place. Now you and your crew have given me so much to love and the thought of losing all it is terrifying.”

Law sighed, “I know that feeling. When I was 10 I lost everything my family, my friends, my island, I was the only survivor and I felt numb and just wanted to end it all. But then someone found me and showed me love again and then I found my brothers and that gave me something to fight for. Now I am terrified every day to lose it all again and somedays I feel like I am destined to live a life full of loses. It’s a thought that keeps me up at night but it also gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and fight for what I have.” Law pressed on his eye getting rid of the tears that threaten to fall.

You placed your hand on top of his with tears forming in your own eyes as you took in his emotions from touching him. You were hit hard with the grief he felt, “Could I help you feel better?”

Law shook his head placing his other hand on top of your, “Being out here with you is already making me feel better.”

You smiled slightly leaning upwards and connecting your lips to his. Law froze for a moment with his eyes growing wide at your face so close to his before he relaxed closing his eyes and lifting his hands to the back of your head. He selfishly held you close deepening the kiss not wanting for this moment to end.

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it to this point you may like some of my other works so check out my Master List.

If you link this format you might like my latest work brainwaves which is a fun silly story where the reader finds they are control Law's body and the two try to solve the mystery.

Anyways it was fun to come back to this story and I will probably be coming back with a part 2 full post with a similar but different sad ending because I like to make myself cry.

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 .

# with eustass kid.

absence makes the heart grow fonder. in kid's case, it all but made his cock grow harder; more famished. rest assured, he’d have his cum spell his name on your insides soon enough.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day fourteen. smut (mdni!). breeding kink. cockwarming. dry humping. nipple sucking. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2k.

eustass kid was a man of restless character, molten fire etched on his soul; an ever-eternal burn that thrummed with every beat of his heart. he was insatiable, starved — for prestige; power; respect. certain loss had led him to a state focused on immediate reward, on the guarantee that his dreams would no longer be laughed upon. a fortitude of a man crafted throughout the decades, whose temper and rage were supported by said strength. height and length a mingled alikeness; muscles themselves capable of cowering a foe. kid was a powerful man, somewhat blessed in terms of figure. bearing such natural vigor, yet with the passage of time, the perspective of not passing those genes ahead was pitiful.

the second he had your walls wrapped around his cock, kid knew it’d be but a matter of time until he stuffed his load into you; until he lost the strings of control and milked your insides without second-thought. many had struggled to take-in his shaft, oftentimes ruining the complete experience or offering a half-assed fuck that left him twice as frustrated; brief orgasm that did nothing to soothe his aching desire. perhaps kid was a god-chosen, for amidst his bitterness, you were found — cunt made to shelter him. of course, by assimilation, that meant your womb, too, was made to be a solage for his children.

with the chaotic lifestyle led, he was forced to suppress the urge to cum inside. those damned condoms who were never a perfect fit. your stomach and ass and breasts, whose sight stained with his load was not as exciting as, he presumed, would be to witness it dripping down your hole. for a man with his absence of patience, it was a miracle for him to have waited that long; perhaps a doubled effort for the sake of your health. regardless, within the instant at hand, the time proved to be far more proper to claim you. and you were not there.

kid grunted for the uptenth time that evening, failing to lose himself amidst tools and pitiful excuses of creations. the crew got separated three days prior for the stupidest reasons, and their return to the docked ship was gradual. were you not paired up with killer for the island’s scavenging, kid would have rioted at your delay and left the ship to drag you back himself, but he doubted that would be fruitful; the territory was enormous and best-case scenario, kid would find you in four to five days. his metal fist met the table’s surface, destroying it with a single punch out of frustration. his cock was twitching; had been for the past seventy-two hours. and though he spent hours fisting his cock with utter violence; gripping the flesh until it grew crimson and abused; his high would not come. his hand was too big; too scarred. it did not hug his shaft the way your cunt did, it was neither warm nor moist. the fact that the images that guided his masturbation were of you, stuffed full, belly round, did not help him whatsoever.

kid needed you, not a half-assed masturbation session. hence why, the second his observation haki wrapped itself around your presence, he tore the door open, out-of-breath at the sight of you — a bit shocked; amused. your eyes observed the state of his workshop, and you hummed with certain delight.

“what has that poor table done to you?” you inquired with certain humor, yelping when he threw you over his shoulder, smacking your ass with his metal hand — if only to make it hurt.

“you made me wait,” he snarled, sitting on a random, overall uncomfortable chair.

“killer and i fell straight into a cave and it was a living hell to crawl out of it, besides—”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, pressing your ass against his cock. “how wet are you right now?”

you were startled, at last recovering enough to settle yourself better on his lap. kid pushed your front to meet his own, groaning the second your nipples brushed against the bare surface of his chest. the metal hand on your ass constricted your movements, and he pinched it to tether your attention to him.

“not much,” you confessed, to which he scowled. “but i can get there.”

“the hell you waiting for? move,” kid snapped, evermore demanding due to the accumulated desire.

he forced the roll of your hips, glance anchored to the sight of your cunt dragging itself on the fabric of his pants. your hands gripped his shoulders for further equilibrium, ever-growing whimpers falling past your lips once kid strained the muscles of his thigh to tease your clothed intimacy. he clenched his jaw, growing impatient at the lack of contact.

“kid,” you warned, wary upon the realization of his sudden movement.

he ignored your voice altogether, raising his hips to remove his pants. his tip was of a violent pink; leaking essence; the visible twitch of a vein. his fingers toyed with the button of your shorts, the devil-fruit powers claiming it whatsoever. the fabric slipped once the said button met the back of his metallic hand, and his other one did quite a decent job at tearing the jeans off your figure.

“push those aside,” he demanded, eyeing your underwear. “before i rip it, too.”

kid grinned gradually, observing your shrinking figure as you did as you were told. the brief dry-humping had not been enough for a proper lubrication. when one was to consider his length, preliminaries were crucial to a shared pleasurable experience. if kid was a better man, he’d keep that in mind. but he was everything but. he was selfish; demanding. his was the fist that maimed the earth, would it dare not give him what he wanted. and that was a fact he never once hid, showcasing the despicable character to those with eyes to see. you were well-aware of the man with whom you laid, so when kid positioned his tip at your entrance, dragging it through your folds, you all but had your eyes closed, shuddering in anticipation.

kid grunted as he sank you into his cock, the tip sent straight into your unprepared cervix. inches of his base stretched you out — a painful addition; a famished viper. he placed a hand on your thigh, gripping it as though his life depended on it. the sensation of your walls, clenching around his erection; gradually soaking his flesh; had him struggling to contain the tide of his cum. kid threw his head back, maiming the flesh of your ass with the metal of his fingers; leaving perceivable marks. his breathing grew labored, self-restraint leaving him altogether when he caught the sight of his tip on your stomach, lodged so deep into you, prepared to take-in all he had to offer.

you required a set of precious seconds to get used to his size, at last prepared to move. a temptive roll of your hips; the threat of a bounce. kid hissed, gripping your waist to stop you from moving. tear-stained cheeks; confused glance.

“stay still,” he snarled, observing the spot where your intimacies mingled; the entire length of him buried deep within.

he had your g-spot at reach, velvety walls embracing him; a greedy lover, clenching and teasing him to the edge. kid sat upright ever-so-slightly, burying his nose on your neck, reclaiming the scent that had vanished for an insufferable period of time. you mewled at the sudden movement, his cock tearing you in half. he felt his flesh give-in under the pressure of your nails, and had to stop himself from thrusting into you out of instinct. he felt your yearning; the throbbing around his cock. your figure trembled on his lap, his girth shoving itself deeper — and he stuck out his tongue, greedily sucking on a covered nipple, soaking the fabric of your shirt. his teeth all but chewed on said bud, and you arched your back at the touch, unable to move.

kid was an erratic lover. he had neither the time nor the patience for a slower fuck. whenever he felt the urge to have his shaft pushed inside your walls — whether it was your abused pussy or butthole — he’d strive to have you bent and bare on a table. a faster pace meant countless orgasms drew from you, and that was not a thing he was willing to abdicate. yet, as his eyes drowned into the sight of you, kid noticed how much he had been missing due to such ruthless tendencies. tears sticking to your eyelashes; the scrunch of a brow; trembling lips; a light moan born from the briefest movement of his hips.

he could see your strained obedience; how much you held back, despite craving for more. trusting that he’d be the one to handle your desperate figure and tend to the incommensurable desire. it was in the shift of your expression; your heaving breath; the wild fluttering of your heartbeat. when kid’s teeth tore through the shirt to have a closer contact to your swollen nipple, you whimpered and tugged at his hair. he had never seen a prettier sight.

“kid, please,” you pleaded, eyelids fluttering after a harsh bite. “move.”

kid’s cock twitched, and he grasped your ass; forced your hips to move ever-so-slightly as a source of relief. excruciating pace that did nothing but to punish the pair of you, and you tried to grind down despite his obstinate grip. hooded eyes failed to find a focus as your walls squeezed him twice as much as usual, increasing his pleasure and leaving you under the impression that he got bigger. kid felt as though a pathetic virgin, close to his release at the merest act of having himself lodged inside your cunt; perhaps the absence, too, had heightened the need and sensitivity. regardless, you seemed to share such a state, for your toes curled; your throat produced feeble whimpers and pleas.

kid snapped his hips, thrusting himself into you, no longer able to keep himself still. his entire length was felt at each movement, cock parting your walls from the base to the tip. kid dragged his mouth up, latching it on your neck, tasting the increasing sweat. he slammed himself harder, sensual thrusts shifting into wilder, sharper ones; your figure bouncing on his lap from how viciously he was fucking you.

“i’m going to cum inside,” he rasped, kneading your ass. “fill you up—ngh with my load.”

you moaned, nodding your head. your body jolted, the thick shaft making your eyes roll back. kid forced you to bounce deeper on him; to have your pace meet his own halfway. ever-growing ring of white adorned the crown of his tip, pale flesh lighter with the mixture of both of your essences. kid had to contain a moan at the image of you — filled to the brick with his babies; uterus carrying his legacy. he hammered himself deeper; faster; canines digging into your flesh.

“will make you a mommy,” he continued, voice muffled. “you want that.”

it was neither a question nor a proposition, rather a convicted statement. you would be the one to shelter his children, for that was what he wanted — and kid always found a way to get what he wanted.

“and if it doesn’t work, i’ll cum inside again,” kid grunted, shaft abusing your g-spot as your moans increased in height. “again, again, and again. until your goddamn blood turns white from my load.”

“please,” you cried out, holding him tighter. “please, kid, i want to cum.”

“say it,” he snapped, gripping your chin in order to force you to face him.

“i’ll be a mommy,” you sobbed, fucking yourself on his cock. “i want to have your babies, i want—ah!”

all thoughts of taking it slow had vanished from his mind as kid thrusted his girth into you with a strength enough to make you shriek. his balls constricted before he found himself cumming, the sound of your name a poison that dripped from his tongue. kid was lost in the haze of his own orgasm, ruthless pace; unrelenting movements of his hips. he had half-the-mind to caught on the feeling of your own, warm essence drowning his member, mingling itself with his load.

“too much,” you shouted, but his mind was wrapped itself in the thought of his cum, traveling inside; striving towards your — for now — empty womb.

kid pushed your back on the broken table, figure falling forward until he hovered above you, cock still secured inside.

“you’ll take it, brat,” he smirked, his palm applying pressure on your stomach. “you’ll only leave this workshop once i’m sure you’re pregnant — and unable to walk.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : kinktober is super fun (im feeling like the white rabbit looking at his clock and running and screaming while shouting I’M LATE I’M LATE).

[nanotomik]

starbase 01 - spacecraft hangar [ ts4 lot download no cc ]

📥 download : patreon [free] 📥 gallery id: nanotomik

Welcome to Starbase!

We provide streamlined docking procedures, integrated cargo handling, rapid refueling, and comprehensive repair facilities. While our expert technicians care for your ship, unwind in our integrated leisure areas, featuring state-of-the-art rest pods, private gym capsules and communal observation lounges designed for relaxation and revitalization. Starbase also offers medical services for spacefarers in need of medical care. Experience interstellar convenience and comfort today at Starbase. Safe travels!

< I N F O >

50 x 40

fully livable spacecraft and hangar bay

lot type: residential by default but can also function as a rental

no cc but no pack restrictions

PREVIEW: 1 | 2 | 3 more preview pics under the cut

< R E Q U I R E D >

turn on bb.moveobjects before placing

⚠ heavily furnished!! it might take a while to load or cause lag

⚠ not sure if it's the same for you but in my game sometimes sims won't use the pc when the desk is too cluttered. let your sim sit on the chair before clicking the computer. or feel free to delete some objects

⚠ i also have this issue where some objects would fade when viewed from certain angles so some parts of the spacecraft would seem missing

packs used:

< T O U >

you're free to redecorate it but pls don't re-upload and claim it and put it behind paywalls

you're welcome to tag me if you use it! i always love to see it <3

all tray files are free! if you like my work, please considering supporting me on patreon or sending me a tip through ko-fi ☕

[tokkiwrites]

Hi 💗 first of all, I just discovered your tumblr and I already love your work <3 I’m not sure if this is the way to request, but I’d like to request a kraven one shot, where he is absolutely in love with reader but because of a misunderstanding he breaks up with her in a mean but hot way, then he finds out about the truth and tries to get her pardon, ofc I’d love me some angst, smut and dom kraven 🥺🥺 thank you

▪︎summary: You’re a film producer with a busy schedule, and your boyfriend Sergei’s insecurities lead to a heated fight. After realizing his mistake, he goes all out to win you back, proving just how much you mean to him.

▪︎tags: established relationship, kind of toxic sergei imo, a bit of angst, afab reader, p in v, creampie, belly bulge (??), size kink if you squint, fingering reader receiving, makeup sex, a few pet names, mean (slightly) dom sergei.

▪︎first fic of the year!!! thank you for this request!!! it's been sitting in my drafts for a long while, so sorry for making you wait. it has 2.45k words & and it's not proofread, so if you see any errors, no, u didn't !! i hope you enjoy <3

The air in your apartment was thick with tension. You sat on the leather couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, waiting for him to return from yet another one of his late-night escapades. It wasn’t unusual for Sergei to disappear without much explanation; his life as a hunter—of men, animals, and vengeance—demanded it. But lately, he’d been colder, distant in a way that left you feeling like a stranger in your own relationship.

When the door finally opened, his broad frame filled the entryway. His face, shadowed by the dim light of the city outside, was unreadable. "You’re home late." you said softly, setting your phone down. He closed the door behind him with deliberate slowness, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "We need to talk."

Your stomach tightened. "What’s going on?"

"I found something," he said, pulling a small, crumpled note from his pocket and tossing it onto the coffee table. You glanced at it, confused. It was one of your old grocery lists. "What about it?"

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I saw the address written on the back. A warehouse in the docks. Care to explain why you were there?" You blinked, trying to recall. "That was weeks ago. I picked up some things for work— props for the shoot. I told you about it."

"No, what you told me was that you were with your team. But I asked around. Your team never uses that place." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made your skin prickle.

"Sergei, what are you getting at?"

"I think you’ve been hiding something," he said, stepping closer. "I’ve seen this before. People lying, playing both sides, thinking they can outsmart me." Your chest tightened with frustration. "Are you serious right now? You think I’m involved in…what? Some conspiracy? Smuggling?"

"Don’t." His voice dropped, dangerously low. "Don’t play innocent. I saw you meeting someone there— a man."

You stared at him, disbelief washing over you. Then it clicked. "Oh my God. You’re talking about Steve, aren’t you? He’s my set designer! He was helping me load props for the commercial."

"Steve," he repeated, skeptical.

"Yes, Steve! Sergei, do you think I have some secret life I’m keeping from you? Do you really think I’d risk everything for…for what, exactly?"

He didn’t answer, his jaw tightening.

"Unbelievable," you muttered, standing. "You’ve been pulling away for weeks, acting like I’m the problem, and now I find out it’s because you think I’m some kind of criminal?"

"You’ve lied before," he said, his voice softer but still firm.

You froze. "That’s what this is about, isn’t it? The one time I didn’t tell you I was scared on one of your hunts, and now you think I’m some kind of liar."

Sergei ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "Trust is not something I give lightly. And once it’s broken—"

"Once it’s broken, what? You punish me forever?" Your voice cracked. "I’ve been trying so hard to be there for you, to understand your life, and this is how you repay me?"

His silence was answer enough.

You grabbed your coat, the tears burning in your eyes now impossible to hold back. "You know what, Sergei? If you can’t trust me by now, maybe you don’t deserve me," you said, your voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. You shoved past him, grabbing your bag from the counter. "I’m done trying to prove myself to someone who’s determined to see the worst in me."

He didn’t stop you. He just stood there, the weight of your words settling into the room like a physical presence.

When the door slammed behind you, Sergei was left alone with his thoughts, the silence deafening. His instincts, honed through years of hunting and survival, were screaming at him that he had made a mistake. But pride held him back from chasing after you.

Days passed, and Sergei couldn’t get you out of his head. Every corner of his apartment reminded him of you—the mug you always used, the blanket you insisted on leaving draped over the couch, your perfume faintly lingering in the air.

But what haunted him most was the look in your eyes when you left. Hurt. Betrayed.

It wasn’t until he found himself back at the docks that everything began to unravel. He wasn’t there to check on you or verify his suspicions— he was there to work, tracking a lead on a smuggling operation tied to his latest hunt.

And that’s when he saw the warehouse you’d mentioned. Inside, he spotted Steve, the “man” he had been so suspicious of, overseeing a crew as they dismantled what appeared to be a film set. Lights, props, and equipment were being packed into cases.

“Perfect timing!” Steve called out when he spotted Sergei lingering by the entrance. “We just wrapped. Your girl's idea for the shoot went off without a hitch.”

Sergei’s stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?”

“She didn’t tell you?” Steve said, grinning. “She practically ran this whole project. She even came out here herself to supervise when we couldn’t get everything transported in time. Total lifesaver.”

Sergei’s heart sank. The anger he’d held onto for days evaporated, replaced by a crushing guilt. He had been so consumed by his doubts and paranoia that he’d completely misjudged you.

“Where is she now?” Sergei asked, his voice rough.

Steve shrugged. “Last I heard, she was taking some time off. Said she needed a break.”

It took Sergei two more days to track you down. You had retreated to a quiet café on the other side of town, tucked into a corner booth with a notebook and a cup of tea. When you saw him approach, your expression hardened. “What are you doing here?”

"Love, Iㅡ” he said, his voice low and uncharacteristically soft. “I made a mistake.”

“You think?” you shot back, closing your notebook with a sharp snap. “I was wrong,” he continued, sitting across from you despite your obvious reluctance. “I let my fears and suspicions cloud my judgment. I accused you of something you didn’t do, and I pushed you away because of it.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “Why are you really here, Sergei? To ease your guilt? Or to make yourself feel better about what you said to me?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m here because I love you. And because I can’t stand the thought of losing you over my own stupidity.”

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let yourself melt just yet. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How little you must think of me to believe I’d do something like that?”

He reached across the table, his hand hovering over yours. “I don’t think little of you. I think too much of you. I’ve lost so much in my life. People I trusted. People I loved. And when I thought I might lose you too…” He swallowed hard. “I panicked. I lashed out. I was wrong.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, the raw sincerity in his eyes breaking through your defenses. “Do you know how exhausting it is, Sergei, to always feel like I’m on trial with you?”

“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “And I promise you, I will do better. I will earn back your trust—if you’ll let me.” You hesitated, the walls around your heart crumbling piece by piece. “One more chance,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “But if you screw this up again, Sergei…”

“I won’t,” he said quickly, his hand finally closing over yours. “I won’t.”

As he held your gaze, the faintest flicker of hope warmed your chest. You weren’t ready to forgive him completely, but for now, you were willing to try.

And for Sergei, that was enough. "Let's go home?" he finally asks. You look up at him, and you can't contain a smile. "Sure. Let's go home..."

As Sergei unlocked the door to his loft, you stepped inside and froze. The space, usually dark and utilitarian, was transformed. Soft warm light bathed the room, illuminating dozens of vases filled with vibrant flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, every kind you could imagine. A faint, delicate fragrance hung in the air, calming and intoxicating all at once.

Your hand flew to your mouth, your eyes

wide. "Sergei.. what is this?" He shut the door behind him, watching you with a soft smile. "A gesture," he said simply. You turned to him, a mix of awe and confusion on your face. "How did you know I'd forgive you?"

His smile grew faintly sad, his sharp features softened by vulnerability. "I didn't." He took a step closer, his hands resting lightly on your arms. "But I wanted you to know what you mean to me. Even if you walked away for good."

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice. You looked back at the flowers, the effort he had put into creating this moment, and you felt the last of your anger dissolve.

Reaching out, you picked up a bouquet of white roses from the coffee table and cradled them against your chest. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He chuckled, his hands sliding down to take yours, the flowers between you. "Maybe." You laughed softly, stepping closer until you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. Looking up into his piercing blue eyes, you saw the Sergei you had fallen in love with: the fierce, unyielding hunter who was willing to bare his heart for you.

Unable to hold back any longer, you leaned up and kissed him. His lips met yours hungrily, his hands pulling you closer as if to make sure you wouldn't slip away again. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours, igniting a fire in your core that burned away every lingering doubt

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, his hands slid down to your waist. "Come," he said softly, his voice thick with desire.

Without hesitation, you let him lead you to the bedroom. The space was just as carefully prepared as the rest of the loft. The bed was freshly made with crisp sheets, more flowers arranged on the nightstands, and soft candlelight flickered around the room.

You turned to him with a playful smile. "You really went all out, didn't you?" He stepped closer, his hands sliding up your sides, his lips brushing against your ear. "I don't take chances when it comes to you."

Before you could respond, his lips found yours again, his touch more insistent now, his hands trailing down your back. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes.

"I'll let you make it up to me." You giggle, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Thank you, baby." In no time, he gets both of you naked, and as if it's the first time, you can't help but shy away a bit. Pulling you closer, his calloused palms travel across your torso, tracing the curves so perfectly. Your already messy hair and burning body invited him to climb over you completely. One of his fingers presses over your lips. "Open."

You do as you're told, parting your puffy lips and letting Sergei’s finger slip in. "Wider." he demands, pushing in another digit, traveling well past your tongue and into the back of your throat. It makes you gag slightly, but you moan around his fingers. He smiles proudly, thrusting his fingers into your mouth and slicking them up before removing them. You're left gasping for air. "Good girl." you shudder.

he motions you further on your back before lining his fingers with your exposed core. "m gonna work you out a little, baby, yeah? then make you take my cock." he doesn't hesitate for long. the slick and wet noises fill the room as Sergei pushes his fingers inside, causing you to buck your hips agains his hand. Your head turns to the side as you try to hide that growing warmth in your cheeks. those two fingers worked into you, turning you into a incoherent mess. A familiar feeling was building up inside your lower belly. "gotta come, baby?" he coos, mocking you. "can't have you do that. Need to feel my cock buried deep inside of that pretty pussy first."

his tainted words make your brain all fuzzy, soft whimpers and pleads parting from your agape mouth. "p-please" his fingers slip out of you, the feeling of emptiness being short-lived as Sergei pushes inside of you full force. This is the first time Sergei has made you take his cock all at once. His hips snap against your, eyes digging into you as if eating you alive. He's merciless, grabbing you by the cheeks harshly and making you look down at your belly, where a familiar bump was visible. "See that, baby?" He laughs. He was so deep inside of you. You can't help but squeeze around him.

"there's my good g-girlㅡ" he groans in utmost pleasure, roughly hitting just the right spot over and over. he pulls out almost completely before snapping his hips forward again, causing you to moan louder, breath hitching as his cock brushed, and probably bruised, your velvety walls.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good, love." he leans down and rasps into your ear "make you leak all overㅡ fuck!"

"p-lease, Sergei" you cry out, gripping him by his broad shoulders, the thrust quickening. he frowns, closing his eyes as he tightly grips you by your thighs. "gonna come all over my cock, baby, huh?"

with one last harsh snap of his hips, he sends you both into heaven and back. You each finish, and you can feel his come pooling inside of you. Your mind and vision blurry, you manage to whisper out a soft "I forgive you." Sergei falls next to you, pulling you closer to his chest as he kisses the crown of your head.

"I love you so much, baby " you smile before you reply with those three words that still make butterflies fly in his stomach."I love you."

[beanarie]

@bucktommywhumpweek day 1: oxygen

It's barely an injury. This is definitely the most minor reason he has ever been stuck in an ER cubicle. Buck should be annoyed it's taking so long to send his hairline fracture to radiology, but the moment the nurse ordered him onto the gurney, he remembered how long it's been since he slept more than a couple of hours at a time. Every cell in his body sank and then seemed to make an audible click. He's never felt so much like a phone in a docking station. With only a little regret for the fire his team is still fighting, he drifts.

He resurfaces to a heart monitor going absolutely insane.

It's not his; he's not hooked up. But it's so close it must be in the next cubicle.

"Hi," says the nurse who smiled in response to Buck's thumbs up earlier, before he took his snooze. "You're at First Presbyterian Medical Center. You have a head injury, so you might be a little confused. It's okay. We're going to take care of you."

There's grumbling and a distressed wheeze. Someone shouts in alarm. Buck is now fully awake.

"What's his name?" a man asks. "Where's Greg? And Mathias? We need all hands here."

"Thomas, they said," the nurse says, and Buck's pulse speeds up.

"Thomas?" the man says with another grunt. "Please work with us."

"Hey," another woman says in surprise. The wheezing is almost unbearable, like a teakettle the instant before his mom would take it off the burner. His head swimming, Buck takes down the guard rail on one side of his bed. "I know him. He's a medevac pilot."

Buck inhales deeply and launches himself to his feet.

"Shit," someone says, as they all cry out in protest. And then Tommy is in his cubicle.

Blood is trailing down from his temple, covering one sharp cheekbone.

"Tommy?" Buck says. "Tommy." Wild eyes swing in his direction. They narrow slightly before going soft. Okay, good. He recognizes him. He does not say a word because he doesn't have the air to speak. One arm is wrapped around what must be a sucking chest wound. The veins in his neck are sticking out. He's trying so hard.

Buck lifts his hands to show he's safe. "Hey. Hey. You okay?"

Tommy stares, uncomprehending. His pupils are different sizes. Buck gestures at his bed. "Y-You look tired. Do you wanna sit?"

"Evan," he says soundlessly, forming the name with lips gone faintly blue.

"Yeah, it's me, Tommy. Come take a load off. It's okay. You look like you're gonna fall over."

Hopping on one foot, Buck takes Tommy's free hand and guides him onto the gurney, the medical team hissing at each other and vibrating behind his back. Tommy's chest is heaving, his fingers digging into Buck's wrist.

"Look at me," Buck says calmly, beckoning them as Tommy falls back. "You'll let them help, all right?"

Tommy spies their approach in his periphery and clutches at Buck, trying to lever himself off the bed. "It's okay. It's okay. Stay put."

Several things happen in rapid succession.

The nurse starts a new IV.

Tommy goes limp and boneless, his eyes falling shut, his chest unmoving.

Someone shoves Buck out of the way and his broken foot seems to disintegrate underneath him, causing the room to shift and then go black.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bruised knees

words: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy

rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.

you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.

“ready?” rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.

“yes!” you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.

“rafe, i can carry my own stuff.” you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.

“yeah, whatever.” rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. “who all did you invite again?” rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.

“uhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.” you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.

“how is tiffy since the break up?” rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.

rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.

“there's hayden!” you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.

“great.” rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.

rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.

“hey, heyds.” you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.

your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.

“ready for takeoff?” you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.

“i am.” rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.

“i can’t wait to swim.” you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.

“how about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?” rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.

“ooh, yes.” you nod.

“she complained to me last night that you weren’t over.” rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.

“i don’t spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.” you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like she’s your own little sister, having known her since she was born.

“you’ll stay tonight, right?” rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend. 

“mhm, i’m not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.” you roll your eyes.

rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.

neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesn’t want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. you’re such a source of brightness that when you’re around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.

“here.” rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.

you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. “alright, who is ready to swim?” you shout with glee.

“you know i am.” hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.

“mhm, that’s why i like you, not afraid to get wet.” you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.

you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.

you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.

rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.

hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.

“what?” hayden turns to look at rafe, but he’s already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.

“rafe, chill!” you shout, grabbing at his arm.

“did he-did you fucking blow him?” rafe questions, pointing to your knees. “how did you get those bruises?” “jesus, rafe!” you take a step back, but don’t drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. “you seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.”

you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.

you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry. 

“y/n…” rafe says softly. you don’t jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you don’t feel like talking to him.

“please, y/n.” rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.

“stop it.” you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you don’t struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. you’ve cuddled rafe before, of course since you’ve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.

“i didn’t mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just… i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i don’t like him. he’s not good enough for you.”

“why would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.”

the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.

“i-i didn’t know that.” rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.

“no… no i would have told you, rafey. you’re my best friend, i… you told me when you lost yours.” you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.

“i thought you knew that i wouldn’t want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.” rafe doesn’t realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.

“why would i?- wait… you like me?” you blink up at him.

rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who aren’t scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. “yes. i love you. i think i’ve loved you since first grade.” “holy shit, you asshole!” you shout, and it’s not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner!” and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.

“i love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious.” you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.

“thank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.” rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.

“pshht.” you shake your head. “he’s not even half the man you are.” 

“holy shit, i love you.” rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.

“my friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.” you giggle. “i think they’ve all placed bets.”

“your friends?” rafe shakes his head. “baby, i think even our parents have.”

“i… i’m really happy we admitted are feelings.” you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. “everyone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.”

“hey, it’s okay.” rafe says softly. “we have forever this way.”

you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.

“gosh, i can’t wait to go tell everyone.” you admit with a giggle.

“yeah? wanna go get in the water too?” rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.

“hell yeah.” you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.

“holy shit, you are checking me out!” 

“duh, you’re my girl now.” rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “gonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.”

“wait, rafe-” you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.

“don’t worry baby.” rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends can’t hear. “we can talk about that virginity of yours later.” rafe doesn’t give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of “finally!”

“i told you!” tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. “you owe me 20 bucks!”

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[starrywyatt]

full machine - will lenney x reader

will and reader are in monaco for the f1 and reader is having an anxious day but will is too busy to notice

mentions of panic attacks and anxiety, some angst but is mostly resolved

2.7k words

it was a sunny day in monaco and it was another day for y/n to paint on a brave face as everyone talks to will and ignores her existence. she was having fun don't get me wrong, but she didn't quite realise how much of an intense few days socialising it was going to be. y/n didn't know much about f1 but will had asked if she wanted to come along with him and watching him in his element was her favourite thing and he told her becky would be there so it was enough of a reason to go.

she smoothed the final creases on her already pristine floral dress. "is that new? i really like it" will says, ruffling his hair, coming out the bathroom. "yeah, bought it for the special occasion" y/n smiled. "well it looks great" will came round and pecked y/n's lips and she smiled.

the pair made it downstairs, hand in hand to breakfast and loaded up on chocolate croissants and sugary cereal. "free bar today, so eat up" will smiled, knowing how much of a lightweight y/n was.

it was a 20 minute walk to the dock where the yacht was where they would be spending the day. "this place is just actually crazy. they have more money than they know what to do with" y/n says, looking around in shock. "right, i think we're down here" will says, leading the way and checking his phone. "surely we're not on that" y/n laughs in disbelief before noticing becky waving her arms like a crazy person. "i think we are" will also laughs and the pair make their way up the ramp, will leading the way and holding y/n's hand to help her up the step like the gentleman he is. "right, where's the alcohol?" will joked, rubbing his hands together. "will! it's 10am!" y/n scolds back, laughing until becky appears, beer in hand. "5 o clock somewhere" she says and y/n face palms before there is a waiter waltzing around with champagne and will takes two, handing one to y/n. "just one" he says and she rolls her eyes jokingly but accepts the drink, knowing full well it won't be just one. will turns around, "i'm just gonna go say hi to chip, stay with becky" he kisses y/n's cheek and takes off into the crowd in front of them. "how have you been?" becky asks y/n as they sit down and chat. the girls chatted for about 20 minutes before will appeared again with a freshly topped up glass. "think we're setting sail in a minute" will says holding y/n's back. "okay, great" y/n smiles and before she knows it, he's taken off again, talking to someone else. "another one?" becky asks, referring to her empty cup. "i'm good for now" y/n smiled and becky furrowed her brows as if to ask are you sure but accepted the no and drank alone.

will was right, the boat set sail and the networking commenced. becky wanted to go and see alfie, so grabbed y/n's hand and pulled her to his position. there was AB, chip, arthur and some other people y/n didn't recognise. she'd never met alfie so didn't know what to expect. "hi boys" becky said, slotting herself right in between them all on the bench. y/n stood, looking around for will but couldn't see him until she heard his laugh. her snapped in the direction and saw him talking to two girls. 'that's fine' she thought he'll come back over soon. becky made room for y/n too and she awkwardly sat in between the boys. luckily, arthur was chatty as always so y/n made conversation with him and chip joined in eventually. "where's your fella?" he asked. y/n just shrugged, beginning to feel anxious at the lack of his presence.

the rounds of drinks continued and will still hadn't returned. "i'm gonna go toilet" y/n said, getting up and headed towards the bathroom. on her way, she finally found will. he was sat down, talking to one of the girls from earlier and y/n felt a pang in her chest. will noticed her heading to the bathroom and flashed her a smile before diving straight back into whatever conversation they were having. y/n didn't smile back, just headed straight to the bathroom. she could feel the anxiety rising in her chest and needed a second to breathe. she sat on the toilet seat and clutched her chest, trying so hard not to turn this into a panic attack. thankfully after what felt like only a few minutes, the feeling subsided with the waves of her breathing.

y/n exited the toilet and headed back up the steps to the deck. and could hear a lot of commotion, chip and the fellas camera man were out and everyone was gathered round and will was the centre of attention, smiling away. y/n hovered behind, not wanting to be on camera until she noticed the same girl from earlier, getting insanely close to will and trying to talk into the tiny mic that was clipped to his shirt. y/n's brows furrowed slightly at how will was letting all this happen but it was now around 2pm and he was clearly pissed and enjoying being the centre of attention. becky ushered y/n over and will finally noticed y/n's presence but didn't push the girl attached to his chest away as she was still rallying off predictions for the race that y/n knew nothing about. will laughed again at one of her predictions, "that's just not going to happen!" he says as she finally straightens up and moved away from y/n’s man. "if it happens, i will get you a drink later" will says and the girl replies, "will, the drinks are literally free!" and he just laughs before turning around and sitting down to watch the race happening over the edge of the boat. everyone slowly disperses, y/n walks over to will and takes a seat next to him. "you okay?" he asks, eyes not leaving the track. "um yeah" y/n slightly whispered, uncertainty in her voice. "ah, can you do us a favour love and go and grab me a beer from the bar?" he asks and y/n feels even more deflated. "sure will" she says before sighing on her way to the bar, the girl that's been glued to will's side walks past "i love your dress" she says in passing, probably on her way to chat to will. y/n musters the fakest smile she can and orders will's beer at the bar.

she takes it over to him and as predicted, the girl was sat at will's side but so was becky, so y/n's lucky escape was also ruined. she accepted her fate and held her breath as she walked over. "oh y/n, sit next to your man" becky smiled and shuffled over as y/n handed will his beer. "thanks sweetheart" he smiled at her and she mustered up as much of a smile as she could right now. she tried to calm down, she was safe, she was with will and becky, nothing bad was gonna happen. "come on! come on!" will yelled watching the cars zoom past. "y/n, who do you want to win?" the girl who still remained nameless asked. "umm-" y/n was cut off by will. "oh she don't know anything about this lot" he says pointing to the track and him and the girl laugh together and y/n raised her eyebrows in shock at will's comment. "well actually, i want norris to win" y/n says and they both nod in agreement but the conversation ends. y/n began anxiously tapping her foot, no one noticed. becky got up to get more drinks and the nameless girl followed her. "who's the girl?" y/n asked will. "oh, it's bella. she makes F1 content, i met her at some quadrant stuff. she's really nice" will says and y/n nods. "why? you jealous?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. "no" y/n says, eyes not leaving the track before the two girls re-appear.

the rest of the afternoon y/n spent in anxious silence and becky was the only one seeming to notice. after the race finished, music blasted on the boat and everyone was dancing and singing and y/n felt like a party pooper but the one champagne she had at 10 this morning was not carrying her through this. "i'm just gonna go toilet" she told becky.

and that's when it happened. her chest got tight, her breathing uneven and hands sweaty. y/n really didn't know what was happening today, normally she could drink and socialise with everyone but today she really wasn't feeling it and the one person that she depended on to make her most at ease was basically ignoring her existence. the room was spinning but y/n focused on her breathing as much as she could. about 30 seconds later, there was a banging on the toilet door. "anyone in here? we're leaving the boat now" it was a man's voice that y/n didn't recognise so she quickly wiped her eyes and tried to hold her breath as much as she could before exiting the toilet, thanking the man and heading upstairs. she noticed becky waiting for her. "will and bella are just up there" she said and y/n muttered, "of course they are". becky didn't notice, just lead the way off the boat.

"what's the plan, guys?" bella asked the group. "i'm up for a drink" chip says. "yeah i could go for a drink" will says and y/n internally sighs. "will, i'm not feeling well can i take the keys?" y/n turned to will and he handed the keys over before running over to the rest of them and jumping on chip, definitely drunk. becky stays with y/n for a second, "sure you're okay going back alone?" "well, will doesn't seem to care, does he?" y/n rolls her eyes. "i think he's just drunk and wanting to carry on the fun" becky says and y/n just nods. "get back safe, okay? love you" becky hugs y/n and attempts to run and catch up with the rest of them. y/n turned on her heels and walked alone back to her and will's hotel.

becky catches up to the group. they walk to a nearby bar. once they're all sat down, bella asks, "where did will's girlfriend go?" not even remembering y/n's name. "she went back" becky said. "did she even drink today?" bella slightly laughs. "i don't think she's feeling well" becky says and will turns around. "was she okay?" "i think you should've gone with her" becky says and she can see will internally debating. "fuck" he sighs, downing his beer. "right guys, i better go check on the mrs" he says, standing up. "nooo, stay for one more" bella calls out and will does debate if he's making the right choice, i mean you're only going to get this moment once, in monaco with all your friends. but y/n was also important to him. "no no, i better go" will looks down at becky for reassurance on his decision and becky nods.

will completes the 30 minute walk and knocks on the hotel door. "who is it?" he hears y/n call out. "it's me, will" he says. "ello ello" he cheerfully says as he enters the door. however, his smile drops when he notices y/n's eyes. "y/n, have you been crying?" he asks. and she quickly wipes her eyes. "no" she says but her voice cracks. "babe, what's wrong?" y/n crumbles immediately, tears flowing. will reaches forward to hug her and y/n falls into his arms. "what's going on? you not feeling well?" he asks, sobering up quickly to deal with this situation. “how have you notched noticed will?!” y/n almost shouts. “what?” will asks in genuine confusion, pulling away to look y/n in the eyes. “you’ve ignored me all day when i needed you the most” she continued. “well it’s not my fault you’re so co dependent on me that you can’t even get through a social situation. you had becky! i’m sorry for wanting to have fun with my friends!” y/n was shocked at what came out of will’s mouth, she’d never seen him like this. she just shook her head. “sorry for being so co dependent i ruined your day. go back out and be with your friends” y/n sat down on the bed, waiting for will to leave. “go” she said when he hadn’t moved. “no, y/n i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that” he says, realising what he’d done. “will, go” she said sternly, facing away from him. “y/n, i didn’t mean it, i’m sorry” he tried to sit down next to her. “seriously will. you’ll only be in monaco with your friends once and i already ruined your day so go and have fun” she said, standing on her word. “but y/n/n, i want to be with you” he said softly, now sat on the bed but giving her her distance. “if you wanted to spend time with me, you wouldn’t have ignored my existence today” she says, anger slowly turning into sadness. “i’m sorry, y/n i really am. i just got ahead of myself, there was lots of people that i knew and i just got sidetracked” will said sincerely. “yeah but it wasn’t loads of different people was it?” y/n asked snarkily. “are you… jealous?” will almost laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “no” y/n said, trying not to smirk. “i think you are” will laughed. “you’re cute when you’re jealous” will added on. “will, i’m not jealous!” y/n said adding a tiny of seriousness back to the conversation. “i had my first panic attack in months today and i just wanted you there” she says and will immediately snaps back to reality. “oh lass. i’m so sorry, i had no idea” he says, moving slightly closer to touch y/n’s arm. “i try so hard not to be co-dependent on you but it’s just you’re the only one who can help me in situations like that” y/n finally turns around to face will and he can see the softness in her eyes. “y/n you’re not too co dependent, i should’ve never said that. i’ve been anxious, i know how it feels and you helped me out of that. ugh i hate myself for not noticing this and i’m sorry for being an arsehole” will runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. y/n would forgive will eventually but she wasn’t letting him down easily because truth is, he did upset her and he did say some hurtful things but deep down she knows he loves her. “it just hurt when it felt like you were ignoring me, like i don’t expect you to cling to my side but just checking in now and again would’ve been nice… away from that bella girl” y/n grunted the last bit under her breath. will did hear but ignored and let her have her anger. “i promise to do better” he said and y/n nods. “can i have a hug?” will asked and y/n nodded and moved into will’s side. he reached his arm around her and her head rested in his neck. will rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “you’re the most special and beautiful person to me in the world and can’t afford to lose that. i’m sorry about today, i’ll make it up to you i promise” he kisses the top of her and they stay like that for a while before getting an early night and getting ready to start all over again tomorrow but this time with better intentions.

(idk if this fic entirely fits the song but there’s deffo elements there lmao)

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IF THE BATFAM HAD A REALITY SHOW: EPISODE 2 !COSTCO EXCLUSIVE! - FEAT BATSIS!READER

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis, batboys x batsis Content: Swearing, crude humour, Damian is a warning in himself lets bfr, classist jokes, reader calls Bruce "Daddy" in a platonic way, because that's what I call my father, the internet has sexualised that word too much imo

A/N: This was so fun you guys, if you want more pls tell me Huzzlings I tag: @ilona2nerrie, @softieekayy, @inejinn, @watchmakerhippo

🖤The Wayne Family: Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras🖤 – Episode 2: ‘The Costco Incident’

[OPENING SCENE: Theme Song Over Slow-Mo Glam Shots]

Flashing paparazzi. Designer heels on marble floors. One (1) feral sibling wrestling someone off-camera. Cut to black SUVS, Steph falls into pool. Tim is asleep in the confessional booth. The screen reads:

They have money. They have issues. And now they have a camera crew.

NARRATOR:

“Previously on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras—Stephanie discovered her incompetencies in the kitchen, Richard had a catastrophic breakdown leading up to the family dinner and Y/N had her banana milk stolen and never found out about the offender, this week on Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras, the Wayne take a trip to Costco, in attempts for "middle class immersion" in the words of Mr.Wayne.

CONFESSIONAL CAM - Y/N

[Y/N]: Daddy said we needed to learn how to ‘live like the commoners.’ So he rented out a Costco. Because obviously the most grounded way to experience the working class is by clearing out a warehouse that sells peri peri sauce by the bucket. I came for the free samples and banana milk.... and to watch Tim horde coffee beans and red bulls like a fucking dumbass

SCENE: INT. COSTCO – DAY

Dick, with wonder in his eyes: I love Costco it's like Target but on creatine.

Jason: (Already holding three rotisserie chickens) I'm not leaving without the giant teddy bear. I need it. For my—emotional support.

Tim: Why is everything in packs of 600?

Damian: (pushing the cart as though it is a war chariot) WHY ARE THERE THREE KILOS OF GRATED CHEESE IN THE CART?

Y/N: (holding a 1.5kg jar of Nutella and appears to be bench pressing a 72 pack of banana milk) “You bitches are asking the wrong questions. Where are the food samples?”

CONFESSIONAL CAM: TIM

Tim: Y/N took one of those free samples and looked the poor woman dead in the eye and said, ‘I’m going to need a whole pie for testing purposes.’ And somehow she GOT IT.

SCENE: HOUSEHOLD SUPPLIES AISLE

Bruce: (reading label) Darling, do we need a pack of 48 bath towels?

Y/N: We didn’t need a 70-room mansion either did we daddy, but here we are.

Jason: Are we talking about regrets? Because I found a kayak. I want the kayak.

Dick: Jason, we don’t have a lake????

Jason: Didn’t say I’d use it on water Dickwad

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DAMIAN

Damian, (arms crossed, fully serious): I tackled someone for the last tub of hummus. I have no regrets. They were 76. Survival of the fittest.

SCENE: CHECKOUT

Employee: (terrified) That’ll be $9,873.42.

Y/N: (hands over another party-sized bag of doritos, walks over to buy hotdog ) Dad, blink once if you’re judging me.

Bruce: (does not blink)

Tim: We bought 120 rolls of toilet paper.

Y/N: “You say that like you don’t have trust fund anxiety.”

Jason: “I bought a tent even though don’t camp, I just wanna to sit in it when I hate all of you

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DICK

Dick: We lost Damian for a few minutes and when we found him he was in the mega camping tent on display

CONFESSIONAL CAM – BRUCE

Bruce: I wanted to teach them humility. Instead, Y/N asked if she could buy a forklift ‘just because it looks like fun.’

CONFESSIONAL CAM – Y/N

Y/N: I did donuts in the Costco parking lot with my Urus, I made Tim film it.Jason joined in with his motor bike, and Dick stole the dirt bike Dad bought Damian, I literally love this family.”

ENDING SCENE: THE LOADING DOCK

Bruce stares at a mountain of bulk items.

Jason and Dick are sword fighting with baguettes.

Tim is checking if they got enough cold brew to last the week (they didn’t).

Y/N is trying to fit a 2m teddy bear into The Range Rover because her Urus' boot is full

Damian is attempting to indoctrinate a goose that wandered in from outside into crime fighting.

Narrator:

“Next week on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras — - the Waynes throw a charity gala, Y/N mistakes it for a themed rave. - Tim overdoses on espresso, needing a chamomile tea IV Drip, - Jason wears the giant teddy bear as a disguise. “Tune in for more wealth, whiplash, and whatever the hell Damian’s doing in the koi pond.”

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!!!!

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Sources !-

Blue lines - @cursed-carmine

Bat dividers - @sister-lucifer

Batfam Header - Pinterest (Robin #6)

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Wakin' Up the Devil

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Bi!Female!Reader

Warnings: Dark content! Sex pollen, Non/DubCon, smut. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky tries to save you from yourself but he doesn't realize he's wakin' up the devil.

A/N: Not beta read. Inspired by Wakin' Up the Devil by Hinder.

Bucky spots you across the bar sitting at a table. You have a cute woman on your lap and are engaged in flirting with her. Making his way to you, Bucky leans on an empty chair at the table and says, "You done yet?"

"Goddamnit, Bucky. Go away,” you grouse. This was the second time tonight he found you. Last night, you had given up after the third time he'd ferreted out your location and went back to the tower.

"Not without you." He counters.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with the two of you but I'm not into it," the woman on your lap says standing up. 

"Ignore him, gorgeous." You grab her arm. 

"No, thanks." The woman twists her arm out of your grasp and rejoins the friends you had coaxed her away from. 

"Fuck," you stand and down your whiskey. Walking to the exit, Bucky is right by your side. "Get the fuck away from me, Barnes."

"I'm just trying to help. I've been here, Doll. I've seen self-loathing like this." Bucky says.

"I don't want your help. I want you to leave me alone. Follow me to the next place I go and whatever happens is your fault." You get on your motorcycle and bring the engine to life. You give Bucky a final glare before taking off. He was already mounting his bike. 

The problem had started at the end of your last mission. Because of your miscalculations, innocent hostages had died and several of the team had been injured. It had sent you spiraling and you found yourself back in your past haunts practicing old habits. Bucky had decided it was his job to save you from yourself. He was in for a rude awakening. 

You park in the loading dock of a seemingly abandoned building, dismount, and make your way inside. You can hear Bucky's bike and smirk. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. The warehouse contains only one thing, a containment module. You enter it and wait like a spider for its prey. 

Bucky leans on the doorway of the module. "What the fuck is this?" He asks.

"Come in and see if you'd like, but if you do you're consenting to whatever happens." You smile at him smugly. 

"What's that supposed to mean, Doll?" Bucky takes a few steps towards you.

"Your entry means consent, as stated." You grin wickedly as you press a button on the panel beside you. The door to the module shuts and locks. 

Bucky twists around to see the door close and looks back to you, "You know I can break through that?"

"This module could contain Hulk. Go ahead and try." You say as you remove your boots. 

"What are we doing here?" Bucky asks.

"We're going to fuck each other's brains out. That's what we're doing here." You smile.

"I'm not going to fuck you,” he says firmly.

"You consented when you came in the module, remember?" Your smirk annoys and unsettles him.

"You can't make me have sex with you."

"Oh, no, I can't." You laugh as the hiss of gas being released fills the room. "But this will."

"What the fuck is this?" Bucky asks, voice rising in a bit of panic. 

"It's a gas. A derivative of the sex pollen Hydra discovered," you smile wickedly.

"No," Bucky says. 

"You might want to start removing your clothes. You’re going to be very hot, very soon." 

"I won't,” Bucky growls.

"You will. You won't let us die. Besides, you won't be able to help yourself," you wink, your smile unwavering.

“Why would you do this to us?” Bucky asks angrily as he throws off his jacket. 

You ignore his question and pull off your shirt with a triumphant smile. Bucky matches you item for item as you strip until he stands in only his underwear. As you pull your bra away, his eyes wander to your chest and this thumb curls around the band of his boxer briefs. You look at him expectantly, raising a brow. He pushes them down with a growl revealing his cock at attention. 

“Good boy. Mm, feeling the effects already or are you just that excited to fuck me?” You lick your lips and grin wickedly. 

“Shut up,” he pushes you onto the bed and rips the panties from your body. 

You hold in gleeful laughter at his anger. He wanted this, wanted you, but was mad it wasn’t on his terms. As he crawled over you, his face betrayed a moment of softness. A flash of awe and want. Wanting to keep him off-balance, you flip him onto his back. You laugh as you lower your face close to his, one of your hands wrapping around his jaw, “I-”

“I said shut up,” he grabs your head and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is intense and you revel in it, enjoying the connection. You reach between you and slide his cock along your slit until you can easily slide him in. You moan into the unbroken kiss as he stretches you. Bucky grabs your hips as he moves his own. When you are nearly breathless from the kiss, you break away and push yourself up to sit more fully on his cock. 

“Fuck,” you whine as you stare down at him, circling your hips to create more of the delicious friction your body craves. Bucky remains silent but his hands wander, caressing your hips, playing over your breasts, teasing your nipples, and finally finding your clit. You whimper as your orgasm pulls closer with his fingers circling just where you need them. 

“Oh, fuck,” you bite down to keep from crying out but he pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“I wanna hear you,” he groans as you clench around him. 

“Oh, God,”  you let out a high-pitched moan as you come. He pumps up into you through it and then suddenly flips you under him. As soon as you are on your back, he plunges into you with a sharp thrust making you cry out. 

“That’s what I want to hear,” he says as he repeats the action. He fucks you hard, slamming his hips into you and watching your face contort in pleasure as moans spill past your lips. You put your arms around his neck as he kisses you again. You want to wrap around him completely. You bring your knees up higher to allow your legs to open wider. Fuck, he knew what he was doing and every motion he made had you drawing closer to the edge. Breaking the kiss, he puts his forehead to yours and stares in your eyes as you fall again. You can’t take the intensity and close your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. You were so lost in the feeling it barely registered when he growled as he came.

“Fuck,” he groans as his hips stutter, wringing every bit of pleasure from the connection. He rolls you both to your side as you catch your breath. You glance at him to find his eyes shut, thick lashes sitting on his cheeks but as your eyes wander down his body you can’t help noticing the scars around his left shoulder. It tugged at your heart but you shook it away and allowed your eyes to take in his thick cock instead. The monster was already getting hard again and you couldn’t contain your smirk. Just as you were forming a smartass remark to goad the supersoldier, his eyes flew open and he grabbed you. You found yourself on all fours as he slid into you from behind without a word. Not that you needed talk, his cock splitting you open was plenty for you. He was slow at first, almost teasing as he worked himself in and out. When you pushed back to encourage him, a slap landed on your ass that caused you to moan loudly. 

“I should’ve known,” Bucky chuckles as he lands another slap that makes your toes curl. He lands a few more, heating your ass with each one before running a cool metal hand over it. Then he grabs you and pulls you back onto his cock hard. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix making you whimper, he repeats the action until whimpers become moans, moans become cries, and finally a scream rends from your throat as you come again. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper as you come down from your high. Your body is singing from the thorough fucking. 

“Nope, just Bucky,” he laughs as he lays you out under him and continues slowly thrusting into you. You tighten your body, squeezing his cock as he moves and hear his whispered epitaph. He falls silent as he slowly moves above you, concentrating on the pleasure of your pussy pulling him in.

“Like this tight cunt, don’t you?” You tease as you reach back to pull his face to your neck.

Bucky’s teeth grazing your neck is the only answer you need. He keeps a steady, slow pace as he fucks you. You keep your body clenched around him, occasionally fluttering your walls, allowing him to wring out every moment of pleasure from your body. He wedges his hand under your body and finds your clit. His fingers worked magic and you were shocked how quickly you built another orgasm. It hit you like a ton of bricks and your whole body trembled with it. Bucky releases a long moan as he comes again. He thrusts sloppily as he empties himself into you. 

When you have come back to yourselves, he repositions both of you to face each other. He kisses you softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. You’re deliciously tired and give a soft smile but it fades as you watch confusion mar his expression. 

“Wait… why-” he looks down at himself as if confused and around at the module. “Why aren’t we burning up? How long does this drug last?”

All the peace that had coddled you for the last few minutes disappeared. Everything flows back in and you roll your eyes as you sit up. “What drug?” You say casually as you reach for your clothes. 

“The gas? The gas you released!” Bucky says, bewildered. 

You scoff as you shimmy into your panties, “It was just oxygen being released.”

“You said-”

“I know. I can’t believe you fell for that,” you laugh as you continue to dress.

Bucky grabs your arm and swings you around to face him, “Why? Why would you do that?”

You wrench your arm from his grasp, fully aware that it was only that he allowed you that made it possible. “You wanted to fuck me so bad you looked stupid, so I gave you the means, the motive, and the opportunity. Now you can get over it and stop following me around,” you say scathingly.

Bucky stares at you, anger and hurt evident on his face. You can’t take it and turn away to finish dressing. When you were done, you entered the code for the module door. 

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself,” he says quietly. 

You whirl around, “You wanted to fix me so you could fuck me. Well. now, you’ve fucked me, and you don’t have to fix me. Win-win.” When he starts to open his mouth, you snap, “Give it up, Barnes. I’m a lost cause. No point in wakin’ up the devil when she’s already here.” With that, you jog to your motorcycle and rev the engine. As you speed away, you tell yourself the tears in your eyes are from the road dust. After all, the devil doesn’t cry.

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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, hair pulling, standing missionary, rough sex, porn w/ plot, mafia!jk, detective!reader, established relationship, mild angst, mild violence ➥ summary | It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all. ➥ notes | the mafia!jk au no one asked for aka an excuse to write smut w/ feeling lol.

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On his knees staring down the barrel of a loaded gun with a mouthful of blood, he knows this is the end of the line. He’s going to die like a rat in the gutter - no mercy to be found, loopholes to exploit or bribes to be made.

This is the real deal, and there’s no coming back.

Judgement Day comes in the form of a man with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk: Golden, the deadliest guard dog of the underground.

Credited with dozens of hits, you won’t know he’s there until it’s too late. Trying to keep him pinned is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, or a whisper on the wind.

And you won’t know he’s coming until you feel the breath on the back of your neck, hear the crack of a bullet ringing in your ears.

Belonging to one of the most powerful men in the world: Kim Namjoon, he’s more war machine than man.

“Go ahead, do it!” He spits at Golden’s feet, a mess of blood and drool staining the crisp leather of his combat boots. “Killing me won’t change a goddamn thing.”

A coy smile tugs at Golden’s mouth, his grin all sharp teeth and violence. He stays where he stands, his silhouette haloed by distant streetlights.

Water laps at the docks, the tang of salt heavy in the mid-summer Seoul air. There’s no rush; they both know he’ll be dead and dumped just like all the rest of the garbage in this rotting city.

“Come on, you prick! Pull the fucking trigger already.”

Golden cocks his head, and hums in the back of his throat. 

“Tch! I hope you’ve got a lot of bullets - we’re gonna knock the crown off Kim’s head one way or another.”

Golden thumbs at the safety of his gun, the barrel glinting through the shadows. “Ahh, is that what you think?” He shrugs, a lazy ripple of muscle. “Well, I have to say: I’d love to see you try.”

The night is shattered by the resounding crack of a gunshot and an echoing splash of something heavy dropping into the water below.

You climb out of the nondescript government-issue car. The faintest tremble of your fingers nearly gives you away but you’re able to reign in the impulse to smooth your hands over your clothes at the last second.

Showing weakness is the last thing you need to be doing right now.

Especially here.

Right in front of where you’ve parked - shoved between two looming apartment complexes - sits a quaint, vintage building. The rough brick face is at odds with the sleek surroundings, but tinted windows keep prying eyes at bay while the classy signing hanging above the door reads The Red Bullet written in caps.

If you didn’t know better, it would be hard to believe this otherwise mundane storefront is a cover for one of the most dangerous international organizations based out of South Korea.

Not only do they hold the keys to the kingdom, but their success is largely in part because they spearhead operations from government espionage all the way to simple blackmail.

Even though it’s been several months since you darkened its doorstep, the familiar sight is enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Send your heart galloping into a tailspin as your stomach swoops.

While time away helped clear your head of stolen kisses and promises whispered in dark rooms, it also drove the longing bone deep.

In those quiet moments to yourself, when you have nothing else to distract from how lonely you are, you miss this place like one misses a limb.

You didn’t realize how attached you were to these four walls until it was too late: the hazy air filled with whorls of smoke, the overhead lights that bathe everything in red, the plush chairs you spent many nights sprawled across, the glossy black stages.

You don’t know how, you don’t know when but at some point it (he) started feeling like home. A luxury you can’t afford. Not again. After all, if you give in, any progress you made outside of his gravitational pull will be for naught.

Which puts you in a dangerous position as you find yourself back where it began; feelings at war with duty, mind vs heart. Because even if it leads you to a place you could go a million years without ever seeing again, you have to follow the trail of bodies.

A bouncer grants you access, the heavy door slamming shut behind you like a death knell as he herds you towards the back of the club.

It’s outside of official operating hours but it’s no less busy inside, men and women alike in scattered conversation as you pass through.

“It’s nice to see you again,” the bouncer murmurs, chancing a quick glance at your profile. “Been a while.”

You swallow, gaze darting down to your shoes. “Ah - yeah… Got busy with work. It’s - it’s nice to see you too.”

The small talk fizzles out, a snuffed candle as you arrive at a cordoned off room, “Here we are. Mr Kim is already expecting you.”

Any further pleasantries grow stale on your tongue as you enter the private booth, fighting against the lump in your throat to manage a hoarse ‘thank you’.

And then you find yourself left alone with the man himself, Kim Namjoon. He’s as intimidating as you remember, lounging back into the leather booth with his ankles crossed.

A lukewarm smile stretches across his lips, the slightest hint of a dimple peeking out from the valley of his cheek. Standing at attention on either side of his reposing form are two massive bodyguards. Their hands rest on the butts of their guns, daring any who enter to try and make a move.

“It’s good to see you again. But I gotta ask - what’s the occasion, Detective?” Namjoon hums. “I thought we were past all this.” He waves a nebulous hand between your bodies. “After all, you’re practically family.”

You ignore the hidden barb with a wince. “Mr Kim, you know why I’m here.”

“I used to know why a long time ago.” A well-groomed brow raises, his gaze glacial as it spears you in place. “But now I’m not so sure.”

“Please, Mr Kim. I don’t want to make this more difficult than it is. I just need to know about the man they fished out of the harbor, and then I’ll be on my way. So… who was he?”

Namjoon scoffs. “What makes you think I know more than the police?”

There’s a flash of a smirk, barely noticed, before his face returns to its neutral expression. As calm and cool as a placid river. “A john’s a john. What I do want to know is why you care so much?”

The underlying question is clear; why are you really here?

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss such matters with civillians.”

“Oh? So I’m a civilian now.” His expression is not unlike the cat that caught the canary: vicious and delighting in the discomfort his evasions are causing. “Gotta say that’s a new one for me.”

Sighing in defeat, you say, “Alright, enough. I get it. I’m wasting my time with you. Let me ask this instead: where is he?” 

“He doesn’t know any more about this than I do,” he says, waving a blase hand towards a door off to the left, “But if you insist, you can find him in the office. Oh, and Detective?”

“...Yes?”

“Take your time, I’ll be out on business all afternoon.”

With a curt nod, you flee the room amid low-throated chuckles and enter the office. Standing near the desk, his broad back turned towards the door, you find the man you simultaneously want to see the most and run from the fastest.

He turns around, the muscles of his back rippling with the movement. Your breath stutters in your chest, and you nearly swallow your tongue as your eyes trace over the cut of his body.

The moment your eyes meet, those many months spent cultivating time and distance turn to ash. You forgot how even the mere sight of him affects you, any resistance to his many charms virtually nonexistent as the world falls away.

Rich, coffee dark; his gaze sucks you in until it’s all you can do not to reach out, to brush your fingers over his edges and feel them soften beneath your palms.

Rocking back on your heels, you clear your throat and glance to the side as you remain standing in the entryway, more than a little off-kilter.

Coming back after so long apart, only to find him the same as the day you left… How do you reconcile everything that’s changed with everything that was?

“Well, hello there.” Jungkook croons, leaning his hip against the corner of the desk with a roll of his shoulders. His arms cross over the trunk of his chest, accentuating the bulk of his chest, the flex of inked bicep. “Long time no see.”

Shifting, you gulp. “Ah - yeah…”

The burn of his gaze - a palpable sensation prickling across your skin - tracks a path from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he gives you a thorough once-over.

“You’re looking good,” Jungkook hums in approval, “real good. I’ve missed those pretty eyes of yours.”

“You - you too.”

Your attention doesn’t know where to settle: drifting from the curve of his shoulders to the jut of his bloody knuckles, the tuck of his trim hips to the thick-soled combat boots.

Tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand on end, and your palms slick with sweat.

“I mean, you look… y’know, uh, good too.”

A flash of a crooked smirk, the raising of a pierced brow gets your blood pumping, your heart tattooing a rhythm against your ribs. Emboldens you to reach back with shaky fingers to turn the lock. The sound grates down your spine, bolts of anticipation slicing through you.

It was dumb to think coming here, seeing him again, would end any other way than his taste on your tongue and his cock in your cunt. Hope makes fools of us all.

Should’ve known better but you’d been hopeful those days were long behind you. Now you realize it was inevitable.

After all, Jungkook is magnetic.

The black hole at the center of your universe, consuming everything in its path until he’s what remains in your head, your heart. You’re helpless, ceaselessly drawn to him like a moth to flame.

And try as you might, you can’t say no to a face like that.

Never could, in fact.

Failure to extract yourself from his orbit during your not-relationship is nothing new. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it difficult.

After all, you still have some dignity intact.

So try, try, try again.

“Ahem.” You try to banish the heat from your cheeks, guiding the conversation into the correct territory. “I’m not here on a-a social call, Jeon. I need to know: were you the one that killed and dumped the john in the harbor?”

Stalking closer, a lazy jungle cat on the prowl, Jungkook crosses the distance between you. He only stops once your bodies brush with every labored inhale. Heat radiates from him, and you’re achingly aware of every point of contact.

The light scent of his cologne teases your nose, and his eyes - god, his eyes. They’re shaded and hungry, devouring your expression with single-minded possessiveness. 

“What makes you think I know anything about that?”

“Jeon -- Jungkook.”

He hums.

Your heart thrums, pulse rushing hard through your head until you feel faint, blood surging the longer you stay in close contact. The shameful clench of your cunt makes your cheeks burn all the brighter.

The last time you were looking up at him like this, his hand was on your jaw while his cock thrust balls deep.

“C’mon, you know that isn’t going to work. This is me you’re talking to, not some rookie.”

“Mm,” he purrs, “it is you I’m talking to, isn’t it?”

You manage to bite back the groan but can’t stop your eyes from rolling even if there’s the slightest hint of a stutter when you reply, “Please, I just need to know if you killed him.”

Jungkook looms tall and proud, crowding closer. “And if I did, baby?” he asks.

Instinctively you back up, only to be followed step by step. A game of cat and mouse that finds you pinned against the wall before long. With nowhere to run, you watch, heart in your throat, as Jungkook dips his dark head.

His nose runs along the length of your neck, breath puffing across your sensitive skin as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.

“I - I…”

“Would you see me in handcuffs?” His lips caress the underside of your jaw, a soft groan escaping him. “… C’mon, answer me. Would you?”

“I would - if I had to.”

As much as you wish that was true, you know in your heart of heart's you would do everything in your power to make sure that never happens.

No matter how much you like to think you’d do the right thing when push comes to shove, you’d choose him a thousand times over.

His eyes dance playfully. “Careful, I might like it.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” you say with a snort.

Jungkook chuckles low and warm, using the arm around your waist to tug you into the safety of his body. The softness of your breasts presses into the hard planes of his chest, your nipples pebbling through the thin cotton shirt you wear.

With a deep-throated groan, his hands encircle the curves of your hips as a thickly muscled thigh slots between yours.

An answering quiet sigh gets his blood pumping and his cock twitching.

“Mm, something tells me you’d enjoy it just as much, Detective.”

The use of your title is a rude awakening.

“Jungkook,” You warn, moving to push him away. Only once you start touching him, you can’t stop. His muscles flex beneath your curious fingertips. “We really shouldn’t.”

You’re sure if he could, Jungkook would spend days worshipping between your thighs, velvet heat wrapped around his tongue and hands in his hair as he brings you to peak again and again until you’re a sobbing, sopping, boneless mess beneath him.

“Come on, I know you want me - that you’ve missed me. I can see it in your eyes.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, tongue flickering out for a brief taste before a rough thumb skates across your bottom lip, tugging down to expose your teeth, the glitter of your tongue as it darts out to flick over the pad of his finger..

“I’ve certainly missed you, baby. Want me to show you?”

Even though you refuse to admit anything out loud, you can’t help but angle your throat back and grind into his hips pressed against yours.

Jungkook tsks, “That’s alright. I’ll get that pretty mouth open one way or another.”

Before you can retort, a mouth swoops down to fuse with yours in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. A low, broken moan punches from your chest.

Reaching up, your fingers sink into the mane of dark hair that brushes the cut of Jungkook’s jaw. Soft, thick, and wavy in your grip; you tug at the roots.

Jungkook hisses. 

Teeth nip at your lip, kittenish licks soothing away the string as blood bursts across your tongues. The thigh shoved between yours grinds up with every wet, sloppy pass of your lips.

Thick muscle spreads your pussy open through the thin slacks of your work uniform. Sparks of pleasure dance down your spine with every rock against your swollen clit.

“S-Shit!” Your shoulders curl in, a shudder jerking through you. “K-Kook, I… !”

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Jungkook growls, rutting his cock against the jut of your hip. The wet patch you’re making on his jeans grows larger with every filthy grind. “You’ve been gone too fucking long. Never again, you hear me?”

You claw at his shoulders, stuttering out, “there’s noth-ing you can do t’stop me.”

“If you don’t come back to me,” his eyes are dark and stormy, voice whiskey rough, “I’ll find you.”

It’s not a threat - it’s a promise.

“Then make sure I never want to leave,” you challenge breathlessly, staring into his blown out pupils, “Make me want to stay.”

Above all else, you think.

The words are barely past your lips when Jungkook accepts your challenge with gusto (just like you knew he would). Without delay, he thumbs open the button on your pants.

Refusing to let you look away, Jungkook yanks them to your feet and swings you up into his arms one-handed. They hang from your ankle like a chain.

Your surprised squeak is quickly swallowed up by a moan when he settles you over the bulge in his pants, your cunt hovering over his erection.

The heat of his skin sinks through the thin cotton of your panties, so, so close to where you need him. Slick soaks into the fabric, and clings to your inner thighs.

Every shift is a smooth, sticky glide of folds that stirs, and stokes the ember of desire smoldering behind your navel.

“Kook,” you breathe. “Please.”

Your head rolls back, and you sag into his chest. Your hips twitch in pathetic little attempts, trying to get pressure where you need it. Having him hot and hard and all for you; any distance between you is suddenly unbearable.

He needs to spread you wide and stuff you full with every inch of his thick cock until he’s so deep you won’t be able to walk for days.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you what you want,” he says, gaze heavy and possessive. “I’m gonna ruin you so good, you’ll have no choice but to come back. You’re mine.”

“Says who?”

“Hmm. You don’t think you are?”

Nibbling on your ear, Jungkook slips a finger under the hem of your panties. He smirks when you keen, rubbing his knuckle up and down your sloppy folds with teasing pressure.

“How about I show you what your body already knows?”

Wasting no time, he lifts you off his cock, the scrap of cloth fluttering to the ground. His free hand dives between your bodies. Then comes the clink of a belt, the sound of a zipper pulling down.

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, your body coiled with anticipation as your stomach swoops at the brush of his fingers along the underside of your thigh.

“Look so pretty like this, baby.” Jungkook twists his wrist, hips arching back. “And it’s all for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside this pretty pussy.”

Any response dies on your tongue, brain short-circuiting as the slick, fat cockhead rubs along your slit. Pressing against your entrance the slightest bit before slipping up to nudge at your clit - coating himself up in your sticky juices.

The ultimate tease - something Jungkook’s always been overly fond of doing until you’re out of your mind with desperation.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, cheeks on fire and eyes half-lidded as you circle your hips. “Stop playing around. I want it - want you, Kook.”

“Oh, baby,” he smiles, ducking down to kiss your forehead. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

You can’t stifle the broken sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Liquid fire surges through your veins, a thousand bolts of lightening crackling beneath the surface of your skin. Your pussy is tender, swollen. Walls fluttering in time with your heartbeat. 

“Ha, you’re so needy for me.”

Jungkook’s lips brush away the moisture around your eyes, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the base of your spine. All the while, his torturous grinding never ceases.

“Aren’t you?”

You croak, “I can’t – Kook, please. Anything, I’ll do anything you want just fuck me.”

The flash of his eyes is your only warning before he’s right there, your walls embracing the girth of his erection inch by inch. Every ridge, every jerk as he seats himself as deep inside your silken heat as he can is absolute heaven.

The stretch as you take him to the hilt sends you careening towards the edge, eyes rolling back and toes curling in your shoes.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” you whimper.

“Shit!” Jungkook grits his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock as you tighten  around him. With every deep inhale, his pelvis brushes your swollen, needy clit. “Forgot how good you feel wrapped around my dick, baby.”

“Me too,” You gasp, tightening your legs around Jungkook’s hips.”Me too, Kook.”

Dropping his forehead to yours, he says gruffly, “‘m not gonna last long.”

Making a noise of acknowledgement, you wiggle your hips. Sinking your teeth into the side of Jungkook’s jaw, you bite and suck at his skin, wanting to leave a mark to remember you by. His reaction is instantaneous, releasing the grip on his shaft to grab a fist full of hair.

He yanks back.

The long, elegant line of your throat is exposed to his butterfly kisses and scolding love bites.

“Now you’ve really asked for it,” Jungkook huffs out with a dirty chuckle.

“Then give it to me.” You lick your puffy lips, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “Show me who I belong to.”  

The brewing hurricane in his eyes is unleashed. Wide palms and strong fingers grip your hips so tight you feel bones grind together. His stance widens, his unwavering gaze locking onto your face, brow pinched, and mouth slack.

His lip piercing glints in the light, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip. Dark curls tussle about his head, a wild halo that sweeps down into the burning umber of his eyes.

Helpless, you succumb - enchanted by the darkness peering at you from behind those dangerous eyes. He’s ethereal; a siren song that threatens to drown you, swallow you whole.

You’d happily let him, you realize with a shiver.

It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all.

“Hold on tight,” Jungkook says, hooking his hands under your bottom. 

And then, he’s jackhammering into your cunt so hard and fast all you can do is hold on for the ride. Punch drunk and moaning as he manhandles you how he likes, spreads you wide and stuffs you full until you’re panting for breath and clinging to sanity by your fingernails.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Look how well your pretty pussy always takes my fat cock.”

His low voice whispering filthy praises in your ear makes you whimper, whine, and writhe as the band of pleasure coiling tight in your belly comes close to snapping. It’s the fastest he’s ever fucked an orgasm out of you, and it feels so good you don’t even care.

The pace is brutal, slamming into you so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips come morning. But it’ll be so fucking worth it. You’re going to cum hard and long, you just know it.

About to melt as Jungkook fucks the slick out of you, groaning as you drip down the base of his cock, his balls - his very own pretty little mess.

“Yeah, you gonna cum, baby?” he laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to the side of your face. “Can feel how - haaah shit - how tight you’re squeezing me.”

“Uh-huh,” you cry, holding onto the tops of his wide shoulders. Every thrust has his cockhead dragging over the spongy patch of your g-spot, sending fissions of pleasure rocketing through your nervous system. “So - so close, baby. Just a little more, I--”

Balancing yourself, you lift up only to slam back down, meeting Jungkook’s thrust with all the force of gravity. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Crashing over you like a tsunami, your orgasm shoots through your limbs and zips down your spine. A warm rush of cum soaks Jungkook’s shaft, the wet and messy sound of your squirt splashing against the floor secondary to the cry that claws its way out of your throat.

“K-Kook!”

Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he helps you keep bouncing up and down on his erection. “Yeah, that’s it - keep going, baby. Wanna feel you keep cumming all over this cock.”

Aftershocks slice through you like lightning, tiny jolts of electricity. As you come down from your high, your gummy walls pulse, milking at Jungkook’s thick shaft.

He groans softly whenever your muscles tense, release; your body a worn-out rubber band as your breath stutters from you.

Then a hand pets down your flank, your skin shivering with hypersensitivity at the tender touch. “S’okay. Just breathe, baby.”

Peeling open your heavy eyes, you look up at his face. Take in the crinkle of his brow and the ravenous expression. Even floating on a sea of bliss, white noise fills your ears, you want more.

You slur, determined, “Kook, baby, please. Cum in me, want you s’bad.”

“Fuck! Can’t just say shit like that to me or I…” Jungkook bites down onto the tender crook of your neck, muffling his grunts in your flesh. “Shit - ’m so --”

You cry out, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders, “A-haah, K-Kook!”

Snapping his hips forward one last time, Jungkook grinds as deep as he can get and lets go. The fat head of his cock kisses your cervix, his length throbbing in time with his heartbeat as a rush of cum floods your insides.

“Yeah, just like that,” he grunts, rutting once - twice into the cradle of your body, “take it like a good girl.”

He croons when you whine at the press of his pelvis against your oversensitive clit. Thready sparks of pain shoot down your legs that hang limply over his forearms. Every breath stutters from your lungs, slow and deep.

“No more, can’t - can’t…” Shifting, you arch your spine and burrow your head into his chest, nearly catatonic in his arms. “S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fingers brush over your closed eyelids, smoothing over the arch of your brow. With every kiss dropped to the top of your head, he mumbles in dulcet tones, “I really have missed you, you know.”

You mewl in response as strong fingers knead the backs of your thighs.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

“Oh,” you can’t muster up enough energy to say anything more, body tender and trembling with little aftershocks, “s’that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He chuckles. “You’re staying here - right where I want you.”

In lieu of a response, you pick your head up off the pillow of his chest and seek out his gaze. Liquid soft; he’s looking at you like you hung the world on a string.

“I’ve missed you too, Kook,” you say with a gentle smile.

You’ll allow yourself this moment of weakness when there’s no space between your bodies or hearts. Titles don’t matter much when he’s cradling you to his chest like a piece of precious china.

Between the two of us, you’re the one who hung the moon and stars, you think while combing back his sweaty bangs.

And I think I love you, you whisper voiceless against his lips.

[seellove]

Travel Time! - Resort Time! - Sukuna x Reader

AN: Smut, 18+

Pt. 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Husband!Sukuna once again takes it upon himself to be your personal pack mule, corralling both suitcases and carry on bags as you lead the way out of the airport. He’s irritated and wishing he had four arms since he can’t slip one around you possessively or lace his fingers in yours, but he wasn’t about to let you carry everything either, so he’ll just have to compromise. There will be plenty of time for him to have his hands all over your body this week.

Husband!Sukuna remembers you saying that the only way to get to the resort is by boat, so he doesn’t think twice when you walk down the boardwalk towards a small cove. He loves how you confidently carry yourself, even if you don’t know exactly what boat you need, he is certain you will figure it out.

Husband!Sukuna tells you to wait on the dock while he loads the bags onto the small, open air boat. He doesn’t trust the crew to help you in as the boat rocks in the small waves. Once he comes back, he doesn’t even let you step off the platform, rather picking you up bridal style and cradling you against his hard chest, making you giggle as he sits down on a cushy bench at the front.

Husband!Sukuna wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, holding you close as the boat jumps and wobbles as it crosses a turquoise, crystal clear lagoon. He’s sporting a tropical themed shirt that he’s unbuttoned so low that the sight of his muscular chest and jet black tattoos on his tan skin has you weak.

The speed of the boat gives Husband!Sukuna’s fluffy pink hair a wind blown look, strands dancing in the breeze. He looks simply divine and you are so excited to have him all to yourself without the distractions of everyday life for the next week. His eyes dart down, catching you checking him out, causing you to quickly look away in embarrassment, earning a chuckle of amusement from your husband.

Husband!Sukuna, who enjoys seeing you get flustered while admiring him, he’ll never grow tired of it, just like he’ll never stop feasting his eyes on you, his wife. You’re the smartest and most beautiful woman in his eyes, and that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of everything he loves about you. Every day he is reminded of how out of his league you are and by some miracle you chose him to spend the rest of your days with.

Husband!Sukuna has the biggest grin on his face as you open the door to your overwater bungalow and squeal with happiness at the elaborate flower arrangement on the table. Vibrant flowers in your favorite colors are all set in an ornate vase. You about sink to your knees seeing the rose petal covered bed in addition. Just because Sukuna doesn’t know all the travel details doesn’t mean he isn’t sneaking around to give you little surprises on your vacations.

Husband!Sukuna and you change into your swimsuits in record time, eager to make use of the lavish deck of the overwater bungalow. He meticulously rubs sunblock into your skin, large hands running along your shoulder blades down to the small of your back before giving your ass a little slap.

Husband!Sukuna can’t keep his eyes off of you in your swimsuit. It’s a new one and it’s taking everything in him to not tear it off of you as you lounge on a covered sunbed, reading your book. Now it’s your turn to catch his eye, except he doesn’t avert his gaze. Never away from you, his sexy goddess of a wife.

Now that Husband!Sukuna has your attention, he decides to show off by leaping off the deck into the most graceful dive down into the calm, clear water. He hears you cheering him on and it makes his ego swell. He doesn’t get anything out of exerting his energy doing tricks and shit off the deck, but if it means making you excited knowing you’ll beam at him like you are as he climbs back up, he’ll do it all day.

You request some flips from Husband!Sukuna to see if he’ll indulge you which of course he does, when has he ever denied you anything? He grins at you before performing an elaborate backflip with a perfect landing. He smirks back at you from the water, flipping his drenched pink hair up and out of his eyes as he swims back towards the deck.

Husband!Sukuna’s back and shoulder muscles flex and dip as he move’s effortlessly through the water. His arm muscles bulge as he climbs the ladder and the harsh ridges of his abs ripple as he straightens back up, skin glistening with salty ocean water as it patters onto the wooden deck. You squeal and praise him once he returns, he really is the hottest and coolest guy you know, sometimes wondering what you did to attract someone like him.

Husband!Sukuna makes a beeline towards you, climbing up onto the sunbed with ease and tossing your book onto the table (after carefully putting your bookmark in to not lose your place!). He slots himself between your legs, still damp from his time in the water, planting a soft kiss on your lips. The salty taste of the sea dances on your tongue as your lips move together in the familiar dance you’ve developed after years together.

Husband!Sukuna’s hand moves up to cup your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as he grinds his hard bulge against your swimsuit bottoms, causing you to gasp into his open mouth. You feel his mouth curve up into a grin as he doubles down, eventually moving to slide your swimsuit to the side so he can take you, his perfect wife, right there in the open.

Husband!Sukuna is gentle but confident in his movements, his thick cock stretching you open and immediately angling himself to hit the spots he knows you love. You’re so wet from watching him put on a show for you and he’s so hard knowing he did such a good job, so eager to please you in all ways as he lavishes in your moans and cries with each harsh thrust through your tight, warm walls.

Husband!Sukuna bides his time, burying his face in your neck as he holds on for dear life. He feels you tighten around him, nails digging into the skin of his back as you come undone, clenching around his cock and moaning his name. That’s all it takes for him to give you the deepest thrust, pumping his cum inside you as you milk him for all he’s worth, groaning your name as his hips stutter through his release.

Husband!Sukuna peppers your chest and neck with kisses as he slowly pulls out of you, rolling to your side and dragging you onto his damp chest. The tropical sun and the sounds of the waves give everything a surreal feel as you both soak up the love from each other as he holds you tight.

Husband!Sukuna sighs with content as he notices you start to doze off, running his fingers through your hair and planting the softest of kisses on the top of your head. He’s glad you’re resting up, he’s got another surprise for you this evening that he hopes you’ll adore.