#first time posting my own stuff... feels weird man

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up

[defiant-firefly]

(I've had my chatty medicines so you get a post about this)

There is something distinctly and uniquely alienating and bizarre about hearing people say 'Easter Sunday is the most religious day of the year'. Like, when was this?? If it's so religious and so so so important, how come no one thought to tell me it was religious until like four or five years ago?

Yeah it's kinda funny but I'm also sat there every time like "what the fuck are you talking about". The assumption I was raised Christian and am Christian via culture is really funny though cause like. Bro I have no fucking clue what any of this stuff is about.

My parents never taught me the majority of this shit. Anyone else assumed I already knew about it. This Easter talk I've been hearing about a weird amount more than normal is all new to me and making me think of all this shit lmao

[lilianne-tarot]

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE I

Cards Pulled: king of swords, knight of cups reversed, king of pentacles, the sun, the tower, 2 of swords

Right off the bat, you’re gonna think this person is cold. PERIOD. I’m sorry, but King of Swords as the first card, this ain’t some gushy softie sliding into your DMs with heart emojis and “wyd baby.” Nah, theyre giving emotionally disciplined, calculating, and “I only let three people see the real me and you’re not on the list… yet. YET” they might come across lowkey intimidating at first, like, the kind of person who’s quiet in group settings but throws out that one sarcastic comment that’s so sharp it makes everyone laugh and feel personally attacked. 😭💀

BUT TRUST ME, they’re watching you. Like… a hawk. They’re the type who is taking mental notes on your coffee order, your laugh patterns, the way you furrow your brows when you’re deep in thought, stuff even you don’t know you do. But honesty love….. they’re into you from day one, but they plays it off like he’s unbothered. Classic King of Swords move. Strategic af. Theyre lowkey fighting himself. Like, internally they got this soft, romantic, borderline poetic thing brewing, he fantasizes about running into you by “accident,” planning the most aesthetic dates, imagining you in his hoodie😭but he’s actively repressing it. Because vulnerability? He’d rather eat glass, thanks. He doesn’t want to be obvious. He’s convinced if he lets on how deep he’s feeling this, he’ll lose the upper hand or get hurt. So what does he do instead? Weird passive-aggressive things. Acts uninterested one minute, then gives you eyes across the room like he’s trying to telepathically undress your soul the next. Sir. Pick a lane. He doesn’t chase, he builds. He slowly starts showing up for you in the most tangible, grounded ways. Need help with something? He’s already on it. Mentioned your favorite snack in passing? It just “randomly” appears next time. The way this man provides?? You’ll be SHOOK. He’s not flashy about it either. He’s like, “I got you” and means it. That’s when you start going: “Wait… are they… serious?” Because once this person is IN, he is IN. Like, no games, no pullbacks. Suddenly it’s "have you eaten?" and "text me when you get home" and "do you want me to fix that thing?." Husband mode activated. 

BUT THEN. Omg. THE TOWER. 😭 Baby this is where it goes OFF. Something will shift drastically. And honestly, You might be the one who triggers it, ofc we are talking about you here so. Like maybe you call him out for his hot-and-cold vibe, or you walk away ‘cause you’re done playing Guess Who: Feelings Edition. Whatever it is, it SHATTERS his cool-boy facade. The Tower is giving “omg I fumbled” realness. He suddenly realizes how much he could lose and spirals. Might even go quiet for a second, lick his wounds, have a whole emotional breakdown. But then… boom. THE SUN. This is where the magic happens. The pursuit becomes warm, honest, and loud. He stops hiding. He owns it. Like, “Yeah, I like you. Actually, I love you. Actually, I wanna grow old with you and argue about what brand of detergent we’re using.” You’ll feel seen, adored, and finally safe in this connection. It’s that post-breakdown glow-up. He starts expressing himself clearly, no longer scared to let you in.

But now. Girl. YOU are gonna be the one hesitating now 😭. That Tower moment hits you, too. You start overthinking: “Can I trust this sudden 180? Was he always this into me and just hiding it? Do I want someone who couldn’t be vulnerable from the start?” Like, your brain starts weighing everythings. And that’s valid! It’s hard to unsee someone’s walls once you’ve bumped into them. So how do you perceive him throughout this journey? At first, cold and confusing af. Then… weirdly magnetic. Then dependable and lowkey daddy-coded. Then chaotic and heartbreak-y. Then sunshine and deeply, deeply sincere. You’ll feel like you’re watching him peel back layer after layer, and each one gets softer, realer, and more him.

His hints would be subtle but intentional. He remembers small things. He lingers a bit longer in conversations than necessary. He suddenly shows interest in the things you love, even if they weren’t his vibe before. He gives you those “you’re the only person in this room I care about” eyes. He’ll NEVER say it first… until he breaks. And when he does? You’re done. Stick a fork in you. Soul snatched. Game over.

I am seeing like he might dream about you before things really pop off. He might tell you later like ,“I had this weird dream we were married lol” and laugh it off, but internall,y he’s BLUSHINGGG because the dream felt real. Also… idk why I’m seeing like… rain or some stormy weather being important??? Maybe the Tower moment literally happens during a stormy day and you both cry under the rain like a movie scene? (i mean…..idc… if i am getting me personal main character moment. It’s all part of the process, i guess💁🏻‍♀️).

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE II

Cards Pulled: the tower, king of wands, 5 of pentacles, queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles

PILE 2, Okay but… why does this feel like a well written kdrama with 16 episodes??? I mean i could literally make a movie out of this pile 😭 my reaction to the cards were literally: oh, OH, ahh , TF, Oh. My. GOD.😭 

The drama. The rawness. The "I didn’t see this coming, but now I literally can’t look away" energy is off the charts. And I’m already obsessed. So let’s talk about how this chaotic yet painfully magnetic future spouse of yours is about to come stomping into your world like they own the place, with all their trauma and broken broken parts and this weirdly hot charisma that shouldn’t be attractive but is. And somehow?? You fall for it. But like… respectfully 😭.

this person doesn’t approach you like your average person in love would do. No flowers and shy glances. Nope. It’s giving, "I just burnt my life down and now I’m rebuilding from scratch and oh look, you’re here too," vibes. Like you know when someone walks into a room and they don’t say much but their energy is SCREAMING "I’ve been through the trauma you couldn't even imagine"? That’s them. Tower card energy straight up. Something’s just collapsed in their life, could be a major breakup, a career flop, family drama, or literally an existential crisis. Honestly? Feels like all three, let’s not lie 💀. But instead of moping around, this person grabs that chaos and turns it into… ambition. Swagger. Power. This is someone who knows how to lead. They pursue you like they’re chasing their next purpose. With intention. With clarity. And this lowkey intimidating confidence that says “I know what I want, and it’s you.” But let’s not pretend it’s smooth sailing here. Bc 5 of Pentacles? Babe. This person has been abandoned, emotionally iced out, or felt major rejection in the past. Like it’s giving "I’ve loved and I’ve lost and now I trust NO ONE but my dog”. And because of that, Their way of pursuing you is… messy. Not in a manipulative way, but in that "I’m trying to be a lover while still patching up my own wounds" type of mess. So expect mixed signals. Hot and cold. Deep talks followed by withdrawal. And you’re gonna be like, “Sir?? Do you like me or do you need therapy??” honestly: it’s both 😭.

Queen of Cups as the next card is where things get interesting. You. Literally you. You're intuitive AF, emotionally intelligent, and probably catch onto their emotional damage in the first week and are like “Yup. You’re hurt. But I see the softie under all that wreckage.” And here's where it gets wild: they know you see it. That’s what makes them pursue harder. You’re the first person who doesn’t just want them for their outer confidence and King of Wands hotness, you want to know their soul. Their weird inner child. Their guilt. Their hidden sadness. And that?? That shakes them. In a good way. You start noticing little things. Like how they’ll work on themselves just to be better for you. They start showing up. Maybe it’s slow, but you’ll see them trying, healing their abandonment issues, learning to communicate, showing effort in tangible ways. Like planning little dates, asking how your day was (and ACTUALLY listening….woah rare, ngl), sharing parts of their past without you asking. They might even pick up new skills or hobbies because you like them. A little "if she likes books, I read books now" moment?? 😭😭 Despite how mature and scarred and big-boss they may appear, at their core, they’re a newbie when it comes to actual healthy love. Like yeah, they’ve loved before. But not YOU kind of love. Not “you see me even when I’m not performing” kind of love. And that humbles the hell out of them. They're awkward about it. Like, "I wanna give you the world but I also don’t know how to wrap a gift box correctly." 😭 It’s so endearing, you can’t help but melt. They pursue you like someone relearning love from scratch, and you become their soft place to land. They’ll stumble. They’ll overthink. But babe, they’ll try. And that’s what makes them fall harder. Because this ain’t about seduction. It’s about growth. They're not gonna outright confess their feels in the beginning. It’s gonna be hidden in acts of service. Like fixing your broken lamp. Or sending you a meme with a weird caption like, "reminds me of u" Or casually saying “I don’t talk to many people like I do with you,” and then acting like it wasn’t a full-on emotional proposal. Their love language is subtle till it’s not, okay?? But your intuitive self picks up on every damn sign, and you’ll know before they even open their mouth. That’s the connection here, psychic soulmate level. You’ll feel their love way before it’s said.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE III

Cards Pulled: king of wands, 3 of cups, knight of swords reversed, the devil, 8 of cups, the star

OKAY, PILE 3 is here and… GIRL this pile has such strong, “Dark romance” vibes and also that “enemies to lovers but we’re obsessed with each other” trope energy like NO OTHER 😮‍💨🔥. Your future spouse? It’s that person who shows up outta nowhere and instantly throws your life into disarray because the connection is too much, too fast, too real. They pursue you like they’ve waited lifetimes to find you and now that you’re finally here, they’re not gonna risk losing you, even if it means accidentally traumatizing you with their intensity first 😭.

So let’s start with the vibe of this person, okay? Immediately I’m seeing someone who is dominant AF in presence, the type of person where the second they walk into a room, your attention shifts without your permission. But they’re not all flash and no depth, this person has that charismatic, “traumatized but make it aesthetic” confidence LOL. Think: the guy who’s lowkey too cool for everyone but gets soft for you 🫠. But it’s not just charm. It's calculated. They choose to pursue you. Like, they spotted you from across the damn soul contract timeline and were like, “Yep. That one. Mine.” LMAO.

Here’s where it gets juicy though, this person doesn’t make their pursuit clean or safe. We’ve got the Knight of Swords reversed mixed with The Devil and 3 of Cups… BABY. I’m not gonna lie, their approach is gonna have you shook. This isn't some slow-burn "lemme get to know you" type of chase. Nah, it’s giving intoxicated obsession. Like they’re coming at you way too fast, might say things they haven’t thought through (hello chaotic confessions??), maybe even making moves when you’re like “Wait… tf is happening?!” . And I SWEAR this person gives off the vibe of someone who might try to "just be friends" first… but they absolutely fail at it. Like... you’re not slick, sir. The way they look at you? Not very "friendly." More like "I wanna pin you to the wall in a meaningful way." 😭 it’s like you look into their eyes once aand you are going inot their crib TONIGHT. 

BUT. Their pursuit of you isn’t just lusty and impulsive, it’s coming from a place of deep yearning and soul ache. You’re literally the star they’ve been trying to find after walking away from a bunch of superficial crap. I’m getting that they’ve already been through a lot emotionally, they’ve had to let go of people, addictions (literal or emotional), maybe even success that wasn’t fulfilling. So while their approach is messy and extra (like “sir pls chill”), it’s coming from a place of craving real healing, real light, REAL connection. And guess what? That’s what you are to them. Their fkn North Star. And trust me, they don't even realize it at first, like they’re thinking they’re chasing a thrill, but gets, spiritual awakening outta nowhere. Bestie… you’re gonna think they’re too much. 😂 Straight up. You’ll be like “This person is hot, sure……but wtf is this energy??” It’ll feel like you’re constantly trying to decide between “should I kiss them or block them?” Energy chaotic AF. You’ll clock them trying to play it cool, but their eyes? Screaming "I'm feral for you." It’s also possible they’ll show up when you’re trying to move on from someone/something else, and you’ll be hesitant because you’re finally healing, vibing, living in peace, and here comes this walking temptation in human form, knocking on your aura like “hey 😏.” i mean really this emoji is the perfect example of how i am imagining this person.  There’s definitely a karmic undertone here, like you two have danced this dance before in past lives but it was let uncompleted. So now, they're NOT playing around. And the way The Star closes the reading? OOF. After all the chaos, the push/pull, the temptation, and messy little love games… they want peace with you. You are the peace. The wish. The endgame. But it’s not gonna come pretty.

Okay so their hints are not actually hints. They’ll accidentally drop the biggest signs , forgetting they’re supposed to pretend. They’ll joke about being obsessed with you? Deadass. They’ll mention you in every convo “by accident.” They might post quotes on their stories or make weird comments like “If I ever fall in love, it’ll be someone like you” 🙄, SIR. STOP. WE SEE YOU.  The 3 of Cups energy is also giving “I’ll use mutual friends to get close to you,” like casually showing up at a party where you just happen to be?? Please.And listen, not everything will be smooth sailing. That Devil energy is LOUD. There will be moments where you’ll wonder if you’re drawn to them because it’s fated… or because it’s toxic. But that’s part of the growth arc. They’re not here to ruin your life, they’re here to crack your heart open with messy hands. And once they realize that they can’t control you? That’s when the real magic starts. That’s when they fall so damn hard, they start building a whole new version of themselves just to be worthy of your light.

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pairing: kpop idol x reader description: K-pop idol Seo Jihwan crosses the line between admiration and obsession when a devoted fan catches his eye—and dares to look away. warning/s: Yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, confinement, unhealthy relationship dynamics. note: just a quick something. hope you enjoy this! i've been busy with irl stuff so apologies! tags will be added tomorrow as well as other links. by the way, you can still reserve your copy of sovereign's reign ebook + its freebies until 30th of June! the freebies will no longer be available when regular purchase starts rolling. (w/c includes something from king callixto's pov).

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You were just one of millions. Or so you told yourself.

Each time Seo Jihwan went live, your name would pop up in the chat box like it always did—early, dedicated, and filled with praise or playful teasing that seemed to go unnoticed among the flood of hearts and comments. Yet somehow, that never discouraged you. You were just a blip in his world, after all. A mere fan among millions.

Still, it didn’t stop you from showing up.

Every livestream, you’d prepare your space. Light off. Phone fully charged. Notifications muted except for one: his. You didn’t even have to wait for the bell anymore. The moment his familiar face popped onto your screen, dark eyes crinkling with a soft smile, your world felt quieter—lighter.

You’d send him stickers, those virtual gifts that cost embarrassingly real money, and his eyes would always flicker when he saw your username float up the screen. But you thought nothing of it. Fans lived for scraps. It wasn’t unusual to want to feel seen, even if you weren’t. Not really.

Then, one day, you did something stupid.

You shared a post—a single image—of another idol. Not even Jihwan’s rival or anything. Just a new guy from a rising rookie group. You thought the picture was funny. The idol was pulling some weird face mid-performance. You reblogged it and added a laughing emoji. That was it.

What you didn’t know was that Jihwan saw it.

You didn’t know that he wasn’t like the others.

━━━ ✦ ━━━

The livestream that followed felt… off.

His smile was forced, stretched too tight across his flawless face. The comments scrolled, and he barely read them. His fans—your community—were worried. He waved it off, saying he was tired, had been overworked, that his company finally granted him a break. A few days off. A chance to recharge.

"Maybe I’ll travel a bit," he murmured, eyes no longer focused on the camera. "Need to clear my head."

You typed something sweet. Something supportive. You even sent him a gift. It didn’t float on screen like usual.

You thought the app bugged out.

But it didn’t.

He had seen your username. Ignored it.

For the first time since following him, you logged off early, feeling cold in your chest and oddly hollow.

━━━ ✦ ━━━

A week passed.

No livestreams. No updates. Just a single headline from his agency, translated into your feed: “Seo Jihwan to Take Personal Time: Travel Abroad for Mental Recovery”.

The comments were flooded with love and concern. You sent your own too, wishing him rest. He didn’t reply, but that wasn’t new.

You returned to your routines. Your normal, quiet life. A place where your feet were always on the ground, unlike him. Unlike Jihwan, who floated above the world, too perfect to be real. You went to work. Came home. Grocery-shopped on Wednesdays. You still scrolled through fan accounts, watched old clips of his stage performances. Laughed quietly at old edits.

Then you started feeling it. That sense of something watching you. But never directly. You’d see a man standing just beyond the corner of your eye when walking home. A dark car idling longer than usual across the street. A buzz in your phone with no notification. Silly things. Maybe your mind was tired. Maybe you were reading too much into nothing.

Until he showed up.

━━━ ✦ ━━━

It was raining.

The sound of water drummed softly against the windows of the café you always visited after work. It was small, quiet, tucked beside a bookstore. Your safe space. The barista knew your name, your usual order.

You were sipping from your mug, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, when the door opened. A figure stepped in, hood drawn, head tilted slightly downward.

You wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t stopped beside your table.

"You're always here around this time."

You looked up.

At first, your brain didn’t register what you were seeing. It couldn’t. Your eyes scanned the familiar jawline, the deep-set eyes, the soft lips that had smiled at millions.

Seo Jihwan.

The man on your screen. The idol.

In real life.

Soaking wet from the rain, yet still breathtaking.

"Sorry, I know this is weird," he said, voice low but gentle. "Can I sit?"

You blinked. You must have said yes, because the next moment he was sliding into the chair across from you, pulling back his hood.

He looked exactly the same as his photos—no, better. There was no angle to hide behind here, no filter. He was raw and real and right in front of you. You couldn’t even breathe.

“I needed a break,” he said, sipping the drink he ordered as if this were any other conversation. “Came to clear my head. But really, I just wanted to meet you.”

Your heart thudded once—then faster.

“You… you know me?” you whispered.

His lips curled slightly. “Of course. I waited for your messages every time I went live. You always sent those silly stickers. The bread one. And that weird cat.”

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or both.

“But I noticed something,” he continued, voice calm but eyes sharper now. “You reblogged another idol’s picture.”

You froze.

“I know it’s stupid. Petty. I should be used to fans looking at other idols. It’s normal,” he murmured. “But you… you’re not just another fan, are you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no sound came.

He leaned forward.

“You belong to me.”

Your breath hitched.

“I thought maybe you didn’t know that yet. That I’d need to show you.”

━━━ ✦ ━━━

He moved fast.

Faster than you thought possible.

You weren’t even sure how it happened, but within hours, he had swept you into his world. Into a rented flat that looked more like a luxury safehouse. He gave you clean clothes. Made you tea. Held your hand like he’d known you forever.

He smiled when you asked how he found you.

“Do you really think it was hard?” he replied, almost amused. “You use the same username everywhere. You never log off. You have a routine. A pattern. You don’t even lock your accounts.”

It should’ve scared you. Maybe it did. But he was Jihwan. The man you spent countless nights watching, wishing, longing for.

And now he was here. Holding you like you mattered.

When he kissed your forehead, your brain short-circuited.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he whispered. “Me, here. With you. You’ve been calling out for me. I just answered.”

━━━ ✦ ━━━

Days passed. Maybe weeks.

Time blurred inside the glass walls of the apartment. You didn’t leave. He didn’t let you. Not out of cruelty, no—he said it was for your safety. That fans could be obsessive. That people might not understand. That the media would twist it all.

You believed him. You had to.

And he was so gentle.

He cooked for you. Taught you Korean words softly, patiently. Let you sleep in his arms. There were moments he looked at you like you were fragile glass. His fingers would tremble when he touched your face.

But there were also moments when he would grow distant. Cold.

Like when you accidentally glanced at a variety show playing on the TV and chuckled at another idol’s joke.

The screen went dark instantly.

His jaw clenched.

You didn’t watch TV after that.

━━━ ✦ ━━━

One night, he came home with a new phone.

“Here,” he said, setting it in your lap. “Your old one’s gone.”

You blinked. “Gone?”

“I threw it out,” he said. “Too many distractions. Too many temptations.”

Your hands tightened around the blanket on your lap.

He cupped your face, gentle but firm.

“I love you,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “I chose you. You should feel special. Millions of people scream my name, but it’s your name I waited for every night. You kept me going.”

You wanted to believe him.

So you nodded.

━━━ ✦ ━━━

Eventually, the sky turned grey more often. The city blurred beyond the windows. You forgot the date. He kept you fed, clothed, warm. But he also kept you quiet. Isolated.

Your friends stopped messaging.

Or maybe they didn’t. Maybe you just never saw it.

“People are selfish,” he said once, brushing your hair back as you sat in his lap. “They’d pull you away from me. Make you doubt what we have.”

You didn’t answer.

He tilted your face up, made you look at him.

“You love me, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

“Then remember your place,” he whispered. “You’re mine. You always were.”

━━━ ✦ ━━━

Sometimes, you’d lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling. Wondering how it happened. How you ended up here. How a reblogged photo turned into a new life.

But when he curled around you, arms tightening like chains, breath warm against your skin—you felt something calm your chest.

Because wasn’t this what you wanted?

To be loved. Chosen.

Maybe you just hadn’t realized what it would cost.

Or how far he’d go.

But he came for you. Out of everyone, he came for you.

It was a dream come true.

Wasn’t it?

Maybe if you remind yourself hard enough, you’ll remember to be grateful.

Maybe if you never look at another idol again, he’ll smile like he used to.

Maybe if you behave, he won’t have to show you your place again.

After all… he’s watching.

He always was.

[spidermanifested]

okay ive got to get this post out before april fools day so everyone knows this is important and serious information. i believe ive solved a mystery that i might have been the only person on earth who ever cared about and im taking you with me on this journey

For the uninitiated (aka people who have never looked at my blog in their whole life). there is this character called bido from fullmetal alchemist. hes greeds friend and goon and he shows up in like 5 chapters. he looks like this

and if youve never seen him before you are going to be baffled to find out that a large percentage of people who even bother remembering him seem to genuinely believe that he is a young child. and this goes beyond your regular fandom infantilization. i have had people comment on my very own posts, telling me "but wait, i thought bido was a kid".

for years i did not know how this misconception was even possible (look at him), let alone get so widespread, but that might be because the chiefest example of it exists... in the scanlation thats up on most "read free manga" websites. Aka; the one most people these days are reading. perhaps this is the mother of all other bido-child-takes. we may not ever know.

but either way, that scanlation team apparently decided at some point in their workflow, that not ONLY was bido a kid, but it made sense to have an ACTUAL kid* (*15-year-old) call him one. which at that point just feels like rubbing salt in the wound like come on

anyway the first time i checked the original dialogue to compare, i didnt know much japanese, but i was still pretty confident there was zero basis for the mistranslation. this scenes official translation makes no reference to bidos age, and aside from the obvious factor of "are you fucking serious just look at him", there was an ACTUAL reference to his age in the japanese dialogue of an earlier chapter; alphonse calls him "ojisan". which... surely the scanlation team would have seen. if they were translating the manga. but i guess it would be easy to forget a chapter you read that long ago if you arent similarly enamored of every detail regarding one of the least present background characters

Still. it seems like such a weird and out of nowhere choice to make and there didnt seem to be any reason for it. even replacing dialogue with lord of the rings quotes has a clear and almost understandable motivation (hubristically riding the coattails of sam and frodos legendary romance). so WHY did they just suddenly up and decide this bald middle aged man was some kind of precocious Crime Baby.

well in the past couple years i have learned a little bit more japanese. & since last night i think i have found the answer.

heres the original dialogue again, and then here it is simplified for one of the official video games.

"ビドーとやらが言ってた事も", aka, "and the stuff we heard bido say".

"言ってた事も", pronounced "いってたことも", aka "itteta koto mo".

Except. if you arent reading too closely, or your image quality sucks, and you mistake the と (to) for a ど (do).

言ってたこども*..............

*translators note: koto mo means "and stuff". kodomo means child.

i cannot stress this enough. the kanji for "koto" is right there on the page. this mistake would only happen if somebody was ONLY looking at the furigana and not even doing a good job of that. how did they get it this wrong. how did nobody second guess it. i know that scanlators are mostly a bunch of hobbyists trying their best and i do not mean to disparage them as a collective. its just , that i think these specific ones should maybe be pelted with an assortment of overripe fruits for a little while, for giving me this hyperspecific grievance to suffer.

At least maybe now that ive solved the riddle the truth will prevail in time. tell your friends, or something

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Heyyy doll, I was wondering if we could have more content on Ford having a breeding kink. PLEASE omg PLEASE! Or maybe with Stanley too? I just really like all the stuff you write and I need some good breeding kink content in my life.

(I’m sorry if this was a weird request)

Stan & Ford’s breeding kink headcanons

a/n: i was writing smth angsty, but i lost inspiration and suddenly i remembered this was sitting in my drafts unfinished. and.....uhh im so sorry, horniness won....so today i bring you this.. a shameful descent into filth...there are some headcanons in here that aren’t strictly about breeding, but honestly, at some point, i lost control :) dont blame me!! anyways posting this and running away........

tags: nsfw, smut, literally just filth tbh absolutely filth, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, mating press, cum play, cockwarming, cycle tracking (ford being pervy)

STANFORD

꩜.ᐟ he can’t help it. he doesn't know when it became so necessary to keep you full, but now it’s the only thing that makes sense

꩜.ᐟ he wasn’t always like this, Ford used to be so cautious and careful. but then he came inside you once, and suddenly it was all he could think about. ruining you. stuffing you. leaving you dripping. it’s become a biological imperative

꩜.ᐟ pre portal paranoid!Ford would definitely use it as survival mechanism. it would calm him down, keep him sane. the only way he can fall asleep again is knowing you're full of him (it needs its own fic)

꩜.ᐟ another pre-portal paranoid!ford thought: you don't know how much you help him actually. how he'll appear from a 20-hour shift in the lab, his brain literally pulsing, body trembling, hands unsteady, you don't know how desperate he is by the time he reaches you. he needs to bury himself inside just to breathe again.

꩜.ᐟ pre portal ford! thinks he'll go insane if you wont let him fuck you

anyways back to our lovely old man ford

꩜.ᐟ you gasp when he pushes you onto the desk, moan when he spreads you open and tremble when he whispers in your ear that you're ovulating and he's going to breed you. and despite the fact that you always smile and call him a pervert, your soft walls squeeze him so tight every time he says it

꩜.ᐟ Ford makes u take it and he doesn't stop until he knows you're completely full of him. he keeps his hands on your stomach, pressing, feeling how his cock reaches deeper inside, as if he could ensure that you stay filled just the way he need you to be

꩜.ᐟ and. . . then the shame sets in, the guilt

꩜.ᐟ when after, you stroke his hair, kissing him, telling him it’s okay. but it’s not. it's damn not

꩜.ᐟ because Fords knows the truth. he knows he'll do it again. and that knowledge alone is enough to ruin him

꩜.ᐟ and now he, regrettably, memorised your cycle. at first, it was “unintentional” simply observations noted in passing, as any man of science would. then it became smth bordering on obsessive. now, he knows exactly when you're at your most fertile. he knows that when he touches you on those nights, you react differently, your body welcomes him differently

Ford knows he should be disgusted with himself for using this knowledge the way he does. he should resist. but he doesn't

꩜.ᐟ goddamn, he knows it’s invasive and it’s not something he should do without asking, but he's a creep. he couldn’t stop himself

꩜.ᐟ he knows when you’re ovulating, knows all the signs. and he loves how your body is begging for it without you even realising

꩜.ᐟ he marks it in his journal, writes down when you get your period, when you complain about cramps, when you seem unusually sensitive and most importantly when you’re fertile. he knows the window, the days he have to make love to you if there’s going to be any chance of conception

꩜.ᐟ but honestly Ford never used to care about kids, his mind always was busy with smth else, for example, saving the galaxy. he never thought about having children because his life was always too dangerous, but now every time you have sex, it’s on his mind, wondering if this is the time, if he'll push himself deep enough, letting his seed coat your insides and stay

꩜.ᐟ you mentioned it once, offhand, said, ‘Ford, what if we had a baby?’ and he almost fell to his knees and thanked you for even considering it

꩜.ᐟ now he fantasies about it, you pregnant, your cute belly swelling, your breasts growing heavier. he wishes to read to you every night, read to the baby, talk to them through your skin

꩜.ᐟ Ford can't help but imagine a child with your eyes and his hair, or perhaps the reverse. a little one clinging to your leg while you cook breakfast, or sitting on his lap while he reads to them from one of his journals, simplifying the complex concepts so they can understand. . . ahhggghhgg

꩜.ᐟ congratulations, its affecting him during sex now. he can't stop thinking about coming inside you without restriction, without fear, about letting it happen naturally, so you would have begged for it yourself. he caught himself saying things, very filthy things, about breeding you, about wanting to watch you swell with his child and the worst part is how much you respond to it

꩜.ᐟ Ford knows that when his sweetheart is ovulating, the cervix moves higher. its softer too, more open. and last night, he damn felt it. pressed the head of his cock right against it, pushed deep and when you gasped, cried out and your glossy eyes widened, he knew you felt it too, he told you he was right at your womb, told you he was filling it and you just whimpered. god, it made him lose his mind

꩜.ᐟ you told him he was too deep but he couldn’t stop, even growled while hiding this pathetic sound in your neck. he had to press into it until he was buried inside you. because for him, he was claiming you, touching the most intimate part of your body, a place only he should reach

꩜.ᐟ Ford doesn't really know what to say when you keep asking him why he's so intense lately. why he stares at you so much. he can’t tell you it's because he's counting the days till your next fertile window

꩜.ᐟ i just know he's a pervert, big pervert, even if he hides it behind “im just observing”, nah. so Ford always spreads you open after. he hates himself for it, but he just have to watch it drip out, see how much of him is still inside you. and fuck, you get embarrassed, squirming and trying to close your thighs but Ford doesn’t let you. he needs to see. needs a proof that he was there

꩜.ᐟ and. . . he didn’t mean to go down on you after finishing inside, but he had to. had to taste the both of you. you were still so sensitive, fluttering and weeping, but that didn't stop him. he had to lick you clean after he came inside you. doesn't matter how filthy it is, it’s. . .uh, it’s scientific! really! making sure it’s all there! making sure nothing’s gone to waste!

he looked good with your mess on his face tho

꩜.ᐟ every time he comes into you as deep as he can, he barely holds back from falling on top of you after after, he just cant resist when you look up at him, dazed, and whisper, ‘again?' smiling and swaying ur hips

꩜.ᐟ the other night, Ford caught himself thinking, what if he kept you so full of him, you couldn’t walk straight? what if he fucked you so thoroughly your legs shook for hours afterward? he loves the idea of your body remembering him, carrying the imprint of him

꩜.ᐟ you asked him to try a new position, smth called the 'mating press.' he didn’t know what it was and felt foolish, having to ask, but when you explained, his brain went blank. he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, he had to try it right then. he folded your legs back, knees by your ears, and pushed so deep, deeper than he knew was possible

꩜.ᐟ he came inside you like that, immediately. couldn’t stop. held your legs up and just. . . stayed there. plugged you full, thrusting deep, while holding you close as you cried in his shoulder. he groaned and whined loud as fuck too

꩜.ᐟ “mating press was a mistake. an irreversible, devastating mistake.” he attempted it once, under the illusion that he would be able to maintain some semblance of control, but the second he felt his sweetheart that deep, the moment your body trembled like that. . .

꩜.ᐟ you told him once, in the early hours of the morning, when you were still sleepy, that you'd never felt so safe as when you're lying in his arms after he fucked you full. that you need him like this. need him to fill you up and keep you warm, to hold you close. Ford has not stopped thinking about it since

꩜.ᐟ he thought he was sick for needing you this much. for wanting to stay inside you even after he had already finished, just so he could feel you clench around him again, so he could keep himself as deep as possible for as long as possible. he thought he was sick. but when he did it for the first time, pressed his weight down onto you, stayed buried inside you, let his cock soften while you pulsed around him, you didn’t protest, only held him tighter. you wanted it too. and it made him smile against your skin

STANLEY

꩜.ᐟ jesus fucking christ, do you even know what you do to him? what you have been doing to him every day since the moment he met you?

꩜.ᐟ Stan swears to god, doesn’t matter if you've fucked once, twice, a hundred times, all he ever think about is your pussy and how good you feel every damn time

꩜.ᐟ he finds it amusing how you always call him a dirty old man, even when secretly you like it too. hell, you love it! all that tough talk, but you go all soft the second he pulls you on his lap

꩜.ᐟ Stanley realised this kink when he spent three months out at sea with Ford. three whole fucking months. do you have any idea what that does to a man? what it does to him? as soon as he got home, he threw his duffel on the floor, grabbed you, carried you straight to the bedroom (god i love this idea sm)

꩜.ᐟ he literally couldn't keep his greedy hands off you. didn't even think about a condom, didn't ask if you were on anything, just threw you on the bed, yanked off your panties, kissed you senseless and. . . no, didn’t just fuck you. he made love to you. so gently snd slow, so deep, praising you, holding you in his arms. kissed you all over, told you that you're perfect, that he missed you. Stan wasn't gonna stop until you were begging him for more. and damn, you were clinging to him, keeping your legs locked around him after, wouldn’t let your Stanley go. cried a bit more, kissed his neck, said he's never allowed to leave again. so he didn’t, he stayed inside you. stayed as long as you needed him to.

꩜.ᐟ that night, he filled you up real deep, held you tight so you'd know it was real, that he was here and he wasn’t going nowhere. you felt so fucking warm he didn’t wanna pull out. now you're his home. his everything

꩜.ᐟ so after that, he never knew he'd get so obsessed with it. caught himself wondering last night, were you fertile? did it matter tho? he didn't care, just wanted to keep you full, even if there wasn’t a chance

꩜.ᐟ he's not sure if you're trying for a kid or not, but he tries not to overthink about it too much. you want it, he wants it, and even if its not about kids, he'd still be fucking you just the same, still be filling you up until you're dripping with it, still be pushing it back in with his fingers and telling you to keep it there, hold it there, “good fucking girl”

꩜.ᐟ and yeah, Stan loves pushing it back in with his fingers. when he pulls out and it starts leaking out of your pussy, he just always uses his thick fingers to push it back in. keeping his thumb on your overstimulated throbbing clit, two fingers sliding his cum right back inside. he tells you it’s so it doesn’t go to waste. so you don’t miss a chance. you never stop him though

꩜.ᐟ loves it when you’re too dumb to speak. just a lil ragdoll for him, taking everything he gives you. yeah, you’re smart, but not when he's done with you

꩜.ᐟ he needs to keep you filled up, stuff you with himself every chance he gets, doesn’t matter if you're on the pill or no, doesn’t matter if you want a kid or not. i mean, it’s not even about the baby, but about knowing the he could. he could get you all knocked up if he wanted to, put a little part of himself inside you and make you his in every goddamn way

꩜.ᐟ because why’s it so good? why’s it so fucking addictive?

꩜.ᐟ with time, Stan noticed its getting bad. real bad. he can't stop thinking about you swollen with his kid, walking around the shack all round, telling everyone it’s his baby growing inside you. Stan literally sweats. god, you’d look so good pregnant. . .

꩜.ᐟ he started paying attention to your behaviour. counting days in his head whenever you mention cramps or headaches, making mental notes when you buy pads or complain about bloating. he's not a damn scientist like Ford, but he's not stupid either, he knows what it means when it’s been a while and you’re not bleeding

꩜.ᐟ in his dirtiest fantasies he wants to catch you when you’re ovulating, corner you against the wall, yank your clothes down, and fuck you so deep you can’t help but take it. he needs to finish inside you and keep you full, hold you there after, make sure it sticks. hell, he'd do it over and over and over until there’s no chance it didn’t work

꩜.ᐟ you asked Stan once if he thought he'd be a good father and he couldn’t answer you. although, the thought of you round with his kid makes him feral, he's scared he'd end up like his old man. he's sure he'd be a shitty dad, Stan thinks he's too rough and loud, too much like him. but. . . if you wanted it. if you asked him for a baby. fuck. he'd thank you for trusting him with smth like that. for letting him make a family with you

꩜.ᐟ also every time he thinks about you full with his seed, it happens when he's fixing the vending machine, holding a wrench in his hand. jesus. and every time, he has to take a 'smoke break' just to calm down

꩜.ᐟ no matter how rough or how gentle he has been, he just has to lay on top of you after. chest to chest, breath to breath, his warm cock still buried in you. you like it too, wanting him to stay there forever. you play with his hair when he's like this, running your fingers through it, scratching his scalp, whispering the sweetest things he ever heard. you tell him he's the only one you've ever wanted, the only one who made you feel this safe and good

[messenger-of-babel]

Voicemails

Summary: When complications arise on his mission, all he has is one phone call back to you. (Death Island! Leon x reader)

Word Count: 2.1K

Notes: It really does end here, huh? 🥹 This is the last post for this month. We have officially finished Angstober 2024. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged, followed, and sent me things to my inbox. It's going to be weird not writing for you all every day, but you'll still see me around. I'm going to take a small break and write in the background, get through requests and stuff. I'm moving house and graduating at the same time so I might not post a whole lot till I'm settled again, but then you can count on me for more than angst!

General warnings for language use, spoilers for Death Island if you haven't seen it (you should it's quite funny), and a mildly OOC Leon but we can all be saps sometimes. Warping the events of the movie to my own benefit.

Enjoy our last post of this month, sweethearts~

RiRi xx

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"You wanna make a call?" Chris grunts, looking down at him. Leon looks up at him, vision blurry and pain radiating through his body. His neck stings from where the microdrone bit him, and he can no longer feel anything from his thighs down, just a numb tingle. He has to consciously remind himself to breathe, in through the nose and out through the mouth.

"You got- you got a way?" he rasps back, eyes scrunching in confusion. Chris nods, the bigger man bucking slightly against the cell wall he's leaning against.

"Left- left pocket." he grits out. "Claire got the signal through before we got bit. It's only strong enough for one call, then Dylan's framework will probably patch it."

Leon sighs, head hitting the rusted bars of Alcatraz. This had been another run of the mill mission, find the missing scientist selling government secrets, pack him up and ship him back to the government to be trialled at court. In the true fashion of his 'run of the mill missions', nothing went according to that plan and veered off into a clusterfuck as usual. The BSAA had been involved chasing their own leads, and he had run into Jill in the sewers running from zombies. the plague that seemed to follow him like a shadow ever since he left Raccoon as a young and very traumatised cop.

He was supposed to get in and out, wrap it up so he could come home to you like he promised. As he sat there writhing, he wondered what the look on your face would be if he wasn't able to make it to the cruise that you had both planned. You had lobbied both him and the DSO for a holiday, and after many angry letters and snatching the phone out of his hand to yell at his supervisor, you had succeeded in getting him two months off. Without hesitation you had booked the both of you on a cruise, shushing him every time he had tried to protest.

If he was being honest, just sleeping at home would have been enough. He could barely remember the last time that he had sat down or stopped for a moment. The days that he was at the office or on a mission blurred together so often that he was beginning to forget what colour you had both decided to paint the kitchen, making him falter when coworkers made small talk with him in the staff room. Which side of the bed you preferred to sleep on, what bills needed to be paid first, whether the spare bedroom was being turned into an office or a workshop or not. It was when his forgetfulness led him to forget what month it was and being blindsided to your own anniversary that he finally snapped out of it.

You had been sitting on the porch steps dressed in your finery, watery eyes looking up at him as he pulled into the driveway, your knees pulled to your chest. He had jumped from the car like you were shot, the realisation of what he had done thrumming hard in his chest. "I'm so sorry" he had murmured into your hair, holding you tight. "I am so so sorry."

You had just sniffled in response and eventually gave him a weak hug back, and he clung to that like a lifeline. He swore that he would never fuck up like that again, and he intended to keep that promise.

So, he had relented to the cruise vacation, telling himself that he would be able to relax and unwind on the seas and out of service of work. They could call another agent for once, he wanted to focus on nothing but the smile you wore as you got to carry out the couple things he felt he had denied you your entire relationship. Getting to use the swim up bar, taking photos together, dressing in matching clothes for the cheesy cruise quiz nights. If that was what you wanted, that is what he was going to give you. Besides, it gave him a chance to relish in you again.

You, who had cancelled the wedding of your dreams to get married at the courthouse with him when he got called away suddenly and you weren't sure if you would see him again. You had been married within hours with the rings he had picked and you in the finest you could find on such short notice. He had thought you looked stunning, even if the lighting was the harsh LED of the courthouse and not candles like you had wanted.

You, who had put up with months of him being gone, not knowing if he was dead or alive. Who had to stay up late tracking the news for crumbs of his whereabouts, only able to make guesses to where he might have been assigned. Every death, every bioterrorist attack overseas carrying the possibility that Leon's body was among those being pulled from the carnage.

You, who he was calling right now with the jacked cell phone from Chris's pocket, dial tone droning on.

Leon had been stung last, used as nothing more than an example to show off the latest weapon in the bioterror market. Yet he was losing feeling fast, much faster than Chris or even Claire struggling in the other cell. It was like his atoms were screaming at him, writhing in him at a molecular level. Breathing felt like it was through a damp cloth, lungs having to work twice as hard to suck oxygen into his lungs. His eyelids were struggling to stay awake and fight off the black curtains that floated in the corners. he could see the way that the others looked at him, with pity and with concern. As soon as he had caught the eye of Chris, saw the flicker of fear cross the usually confident man's face, he knew that he was reacting worse than all of them.

So here he was, heart in his throat as he prepared to tell you the words he hadn't been expecting to say when he left that morning. When the line doesn't pick up he curses, waiting for the tone. He wasn’t going to waste his chance.

"Hi! If I haven't picked up, I can't come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Please wait for the beep, thank you!"

He smiles to himself at the chipper tone of your voice, sounding heaven sent even through the phone. When he hears the tone he takes a deep breath, as big as he can and puts a fake smile on his face. He hopes that it makes his tone come out just a little sweeter for you, even though he knows that you'll be worried regardless.

"Hey, Sweetheart." he starts, voice raspy. "I'm sorry to be calling you like this. I just wanted to call to hear your voice. I-I missed you. I know you didn’t pick up, so you're probably busy. Now don't call me back immediately, I... won’t be able to pick up for a while. I just...damnit I wanted to just hear you." He grits out, head falling against the bars as he loses strength in his neck. He catches eyes with Chris, the older man's eyes misting over as he looks down at him before he turns his head away, the most privacy he can give him in the situation.

"I just wanted to call to let you know that I love you...and I miss you." he begins again. With his eyes closed the words come easier, the image of you flitting into his mind's eye. You look at him in his spectral vision with a smile, encouraging him to go on. He feels his chest ease, like he's actually talking to you, and the both of you are the only ones in the room. "I know you're going to worry. I know this doesn't sound good-" he grits his teeth against another hot flash of pain. "And... it’s not." he finishes. "I want to tell you…that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'm gonna make it home tonight, baby. I... I might not make it back from this." he tries to chuckle, but the sound is dry, and the effort hurts his chest. "Things got bad here, and it's not looking good. I think- I think it ends here, honey. If I don't make it just...just, please look after yourself."

He takes a shaky breath, and the silence of everyone around him is deafening. The scene is oddly private and uncomfortable for the others in the vicinity, while the usually ever-energetic man known as Leon delivers his verbal will. "I know you won’t want to go, but go on that cruise. You worked hard for it, and you were so excited. I wanted to go swimming with you, fall asleep by the pool and pretend it was the honeymoon I owe you. So, I want you to still go on it. Even if I don't come back...I'll ask the big man above to let me hang around long enough to do it with you, even if you won't be able to see me. I made a promise remember? No more missing big things." he whispers into the phone.

His throat is beginning to hurt, like speaking around a sharp lump every time he formed a word. "And the house is yours, it should go into your name. The car, everything, you'll have it all. I just...I just wish it could have been different, you know?" he says into the receiver, that has begun to waver by his cheek. "But it is what it is, and I guess it finally caught up to me. I'm sorry I was such a shitty husband." he says, a light tremor in his voice. "I wish I had come home to you more, not left the bed cold. I wish I could have made you more dinners and more breakfasts in bed, just to show you how much I loved you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I never told it to you enough, or managed to even put into actions just how much you mean to me, but I do. You mean everything, sweetheart." he chokes into the phone, a small smile on his face. "I love you more than anything, so...so don't think anything else, okay? This isn't your fault. It never was. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, you hear me? So you pick yourself up when I'm gone," he gasps out, hand beginning to waver. "You put yourself back in that saddle, and you show the world just how strong you are. Show them the person I fell in love with." he says with a smile, before breaking into a fit of painful coughs.

"Don't stay up, sweetheart. Get to bed early. I miss you, more than you'll ever know." he coughs out into the receiver before his body can't hold him up anymore and he slides down the bars until his cheek is pressing into the concrete, hand falling to his side and phone clattering against the stone. He can hear the tone end, and the automated whoosh sound as the voicemail sends. With bleary eyes he can make out the turned head of Claire, looking down at him with wobbling lips and tear-filled eyes.

"Look after 'em, hey?" he rasps out, pain in his chest stabbing as the black curtains begin to slide across his vision. Claire nods, and he can hear Chris grunt in the background. Leon falls into an unconsciousness shortly after, the smiling image of you the last thing he holds close to him as the blackness swallows him completely. As his body stills, a small smile is frozen on his face, the arrogant half tilted smirk he so loved to give you.

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Typing away at your computer, you work till your eyes go square from the computer screen. You wipe a hand over your face as you review the spreadsheet that you're working on, leaning back to take a sip of your coffee. Your music blasts in your headphones, and for a quick break you pull up the checklist you've made for your upcoming holiday.

You're so engrossed in your work that you're unaware as your phone screen glows to life beside you, message popping across your notification bar.

You have (1) new voicemails.

[avdxl]

Shanks X Reader X Beckman -18+- Smut

A/N: I tried posting this months ago to show i wasn't gone but it wouldn't show up in tags and then other stuff happens, but great news.. I'm still here. Sad news: I no longer have access to a laptop so the format might be weird from now on. This is technically a part II to the Red King's Prize but I feel like Shanks is too nice.

Warnings: ummm if I remember correctly. Dp, anal, being tied up. Let me know what I missed

Y/N lay on her back, sweat glistening on her naked body, panting heavily as she stared at the ceiling above her. Her wrists were bound tightly to the frame of the bed with rope, leaving her completely at the mercy of the man standing before her. Shanks, the legendary captain of the Red-Haired Pirates, loomed over her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in her wanton display. His piercing gaze was the only thing keeping her anchored in reality, the rest of her senses consumed by the raging sea of lust that had become their daily ritual.

"You're a wild one, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air of the cramped cabin. "It's been over a month, and you still can't get enough."

Her breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock, thick and hot, press against her entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body craving the familiar invasion that had become a strange comfort in this tumultuous world.

"Please," she managed to whimper, her voice hoarse from the endless hours of screaming and moaning that had become the soundtrack of her captivity. "I need it."

Shanks chuckled, his calloused hand caressing the side of her face gently. "And you shall have it, my dear," he said, leaning down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss that sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body.

He didn't waste any time, plunging into her with a ferocity that made her eyes roll back. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. His hand gripped her hips, lifting her off the bed with every thrust, driving himself deeper and deeper until she was sure she'd be split in two.

The door to the cabin swung open, revealing Beckman, Shanks' stoic first mate. He walked in with his usual air of authority, his eyes immediately drawn to the scene unfolding before him. Y/N felt a momentary pang of embarrassment, but it was quickly drowned out by the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Beckman didn't even break stride, moving to the chart table in the corner of the room as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Captain," Beckman began, his voice businesslike despite the erotic symphony playing out just a few feet away. "We're making good time, but we're going to need to make a stop for supplies soon."

Shanks didn't break his rhythm, his eyes locked on Y/N's as he pounded into her. "Understood," he grunted, his voice strained. "Plot a course for the nearest port and prepare the crew."

Y/N's breasts bounced with every thrust, and she arched her back to give him better access. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her eyes met Beckman's, and she was surprised to find a hint of heat in his gaze. He watched them with a detached interest, his hand casually adjusting his trousers.

Her breath grew ragged as she approached her climax, her pussy tightening around Shanks' cock. He noticed the change in her and grinned, his pace becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. Beckman cleared his throat, breaking the spell between them.

"I'll leave you to your... business," Beckman said, his eyes flicking down to their joined bodies before he turned away to the charts.

The cabin door closed behind him, leaving them in their private world once more. Shanks leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You like having an audience, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dark with lust.

Y/N shivered, her body responding to his words. "It makes me feel... used," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper.

He chuckled, his strokes becoming harder and more deliberate. "Good," he said, his breath hot against her neck. "That's exactly what you are."

The pressure inside her built, coiling tighter and tighter until she could no longer contain it. She screamed his name as she came, her body spasming around him. Shanks followed her over the edge, his own orgasm tearing through him like a storm.

But even as her tremors subsided, she knew it wasn't over. He hadn't given her permission to cum yet. He hadn't even finished speaking. Her eyes widened with fear and excitement as she felt him pull out of her, her body already mourning the loss of his thickness.

"You forgot to ask, didn't you?" he said, his tone mockingly disappointed. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're going to have to make it up to me."

Y/N swallowed hard, her body already responding to the challenge in his voice. She knew what was coming next, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by it. "What do you want?" she panted, her voice shaking slightly.

"I want you to cum for me," he said, his grip on her chin tightening. "Again and again, until I say you've had enough." His eyes were dark with desire, and she could see the glint of something primal in their depths. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he flipped her onto her stomach and pushed her legs apart, his cock sliding back into her slick warmth. He began to thrust again, harder and faster than before. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, her body already sensitive from their earlier exertions.

He reached around to play with her clit, his thumb flicking the swollen bud mercilessly. She felt herself climbing again, her walls tightening around his shaft. He groaned, his movements becoming more erratic as he felt her building towards another orgasm.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a harsh rasp in her ear. "Keep going."

Her orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling beneath him. But he didn't stop, his cock never losing its punishing rhythm. He continued to pump into her, pushing her past her limits until she thought she couldn't take anymore.

Y/N's body was a tapestry of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, begging for release even as she was denied it. She knew she was going to have to cum again, and again, and again until he was satisfied.

The room spun around her as she reached for another peak, her body a playground for his whims. Each time she thought she couldn't possibly go on, she felt his hand tighten on her hip, urging her closer to the edge.

Her breasts flattened against the mattress with every thrust, and she felt him spread her cheeks, his thumb teasing her tight anus. The sudden sensation made her gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his in the mirror across the room. He watched her with an intensity that was almost terrifying, his own need for her clear in every line of his body.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice low and guttural.

She nodded, unable to form words. She was his to use, his to take, and she craved every inch of him.

Without warning, he pushed inside her, filling her in a way she hadn't thought possible. She screamed, the pain mixing with the pleasure until she couldn't tell the difference. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, filling her completely.

Her body responded to his invasion, her pussy clenching around his cock as he claimed her in this new, forbidden way. The feeling was intense, and she knew she was going to cum again.

"Ask for it," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear. "Beg me to let you cum."

"Please," she choked out, her voice barely recognizable. "Please, let me cum."

He chuckled, his hand reaching around to pinch her clit again. "Not yet," he said, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to cum when I tell you to."

Her body was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. She could feel the orgasm building, threatening to consume her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming sensations.

Finally, with one last brutal thrust, he released some of his haki, sending a jolt of energy through her body. It was a command she couldn't resist, and she erupted around him, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tempest. Her body convulsed, muscles tightening and releasing in an endless symphony of pleasure as she screamed his name over and over.

Shanks' grin grew wider as he watched the pleasure paint Y/N's features, her body responding so beautifully to his power. He felt his own climax approaching, and he knew she was going to feel every bit of it.

He pulled out of her, his cock slick with their combined juices. Without missing a beat, he turned her over and straddled her face, pushing himself back into her mouth. She eagerly took him, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself on him.

With his cock buried in her throat, he reached down to her soaking pussy, plunging his fingers inside. She moaned around him, the sensation making her eyes water. He began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb working her clit in a merciless rhythm that had her hips bucking up off the bed.

He could feel her building again, her moans growing louder, her body trembling. He leaned down, his hand still working her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to cum for me," he said, his voice a dark promise. "And you're going to swallow every drop."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. She was his to command, his to use until he was satisfied. And as she felt his cock pulse and swell in her mouth, she knew that she was going to be used until she couldn't take anymore.

Her body tensed as she felt another orgasm approaching, her pussy spasming around his fingers. He groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his cock. He could feel the warmth of his seed rising, and he knew it was time.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship, he came, his semen filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her own orgasm crashing over her as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, his body heavy with satisfaction.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by their ragged breathing. Then, with a wicked smile, he reached over and released her wrists, pulling her into his chest. "You never disappoint, my little treasure," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Y/N lay there, her body limp and sated, feeling more alive than she ever had before. The fear and anger she'd felt upon her capture had long since faded into the background, replaced by a need for this man that consumed her.

He rolled her onto her side, his cock still semi-hard against her thigh. "You know," he said, his voice lazy with contentment, "I think I might just keep you forever."

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. Part of her was terrified of what that meant, but another part was thrilled by the prospect of being his, to be used and pleasured in ways she'd never imagined. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "I'm yours," she whispered, and she meant it with every fiber of her being.

Shanks chuckled, his hand running down her side to cup her breast. "Good," he said, his thumb circling her nipple. "Because I have a feeling we're going to have a very... interesting time together."

The next morning, Y/N awoke to the rocking of the ship and the gentle light filtering through the cabin's windows. She was sore, every inch of her body a testament to the night's activities. But as she felt Shanks' arm around her, his warmth seeping into her, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Y/N became more and more accustomed to her new life. The railing and fucking never ceased, but she grew to crave it, her body waking up each day hungry for his touch.

The other members of the crew knew better than to disturb them, their respect for their captain's privacy unwavering. That night, the moon cast a silver glow over the quiet deck, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the hull. Shanks had chosen the perfect setting for his latest conquest, his captain's chair a throne from which he could claim his prize.

Y/N, dressed in nothing but the barest of scraps that barely covered her, was led to the chair with a firm grip on her arm. The cool breeze kissed her skin, making her nipples peak as she was positioned over him. He sat with his legs spread, his cock standing tall and proud, gleaming in the moonlight. The sight of him made her wet with anticipation, her pussy clenching in need.

With a grin that promised both pleasure and pain, Shanks guided her onto his lap, the chair's wooden frame groaning beneath them. She gasped as he filled her, the sensation of being fucked in such an open space sending shivers down her spine. The salty air mingled with their scents, the smell of the sea and their passionate union.

He began to rock her hips, setting a pace that had her bouncing on his cock. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, her moans echoing across the deserted deck. She clung to the chair's armrests, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper and deeper, her body moving in a rhythm as old as the ocean itself.

The chair creaked in protest under the force of their passion, but Shanks was relentless. He loved watching her take him, her breasts jiggling with each bounce, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him like a fist.

With a snarl, he grabbed her, pushing her down harder and faster. The chair squeaked in time with their movements, a testament to their unbridled lust. She threw her head back, her long hair trailing in the breeze as she screamed out her release.

But he wasn't done with her yet. He flipped her over, bending her over the chair's armrest. She was wet and willing, her pussy begging for more. He slammed into her from behind, her ass cheeks rippling with each thrust. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the night air, a symphony of desire that was music to his ears.

Y/N's moans grew more desperate, her body moving of its own accord as she met his every thrust. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his thickness. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his strokes.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking as she came on his cock. But still, he didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. She felt him tense, his grip on her hips tightening, and then he was coming inside her, filling her with his warmth.

They collapsed into the chair, both panting heavily. The night air was cool on their sweat-drenched skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still pulsed between their legs. He kissed the back of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Y/N nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "Always," she whispered back, her voice filled with a need that went beyond mere lust.

They remained there, entwined in each other's arms, as the ship sliced through the dark waters, their passion a beacon in the vast emptiness of the ocean. The world outside of their little bubble didn't matter; all that existed was the two of them, the relentless throb of their hearts, and the sweet ache of desire that never truly abated. But as the days grew longer and the horizon unchanging, Y/N began to feel the first stirrings of a need to claim some semblance of power in their twisted dynamic.

The next time Shanks approached her with that hungry look in his eye, she didn't shrink back as she usually did. Instead, she met his gaze with a challenge of her own, a smoldering fire burning deep within her. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. "What's gotten into you?" he growled, his voice thick with arousal.

Y/N smirked, pushing herself off the bed to stand before him, her naked body swaying slightly with the movement of the ship. "I've decided," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I want to be the one in control this time."

Shanks stepped back, his cock twitching with interest. He folded his arm across his broad chest, the muscles rippling. "Is that so?" he asked, the smirk on his face growing wider. "You think you can handle me?"

Y/N nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. He was already hard for her, his desire clear as day. She began to stroke him, her hand moving with a confidence she hadn't had before. She watched his reaction closely, her heart racing as she felt his body respond to her touch.

With each stroke, she grew bolder, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening. He groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. But she didn't stop there. She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. She could feel his muscles tense, his breath catching as she took him deeper and deeper.

It was a heady feeling, knowing that she could make this powerful man tremble with just her mouth and hands. She used her tongue to tease him, swirling it around his head, flicking it against his slit. His hips jerked, his hands finding her hair as he tried to control the pace, but she resisted, setting her own rhythm.

As she felt him getting close, she pulled back, his cock glistening with her saliva. She looked up at him, her eyes never leaving his. "You want to cum?" she asked, her voice a taunt. "You're going to have to work for it."

Shanks' eyes narrowed, the challenge in her tone fueling his own desire. He didn't argue but, his own need to be in charge was still strong. But this time, it was tinged with something new - excitement.

Y/N pushed him back onto the bed, her body straddling his. She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling him fill her completely. It was a delicious sensation, one she hadn't experienced in this position before. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that had him groaning beneath her.

He watched her, his eyes never leaving hers as she took control. It was intoxicating, seeing her like this - fierce, unbridled, and utterly irresistible. He could feel the power shifting between them, the lines of dominance blurring as she set the pace.

With every stroke, she could feel herself growing closer to the edge. But she didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to push him further, to see just how much he could take. So she reached down, her hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with her movements. The sensation was unbearable, her body begging for release.

Shanks' eyes darkened, his grip on the bedframe tightening as he watched her. He could see the determination in her eyes, the need to make him lose control. And as much as he enjoyed watching her take charge, he knew he couldn't let her have all the fun.

With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his cock never leaving her body. She gasped in surprise, her eyes wide with excitement. He leaned over her, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "You want to play games, love?" His voice was low and dangerous, a warning of the storm that was brewing within him.

Y/N nodded, her chest heaving with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed. "I want to make you crazy for me."

Shanks chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, you already have," he said, his eyes glinting with lust. He began to move again, his thrusts deep and punishing. He could feel the power of his haki building, a force that he usually reserved for battle.

But tonight, it was all for her. He slammed into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the cabin. Each time he bottomed out, she felt an aftershock ripple through her, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had her nails digging into his back.

Her eyes rolled back, her moans lost to the pounding of their bodies. It was as if she was riding a wild beast, one that was determined to claim her completely. He was relentless, his cock hitting places inside her she didn't know existed.

And with every stroke, she could feel herself losing control. Her orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. "Oh, gods," she screamed, her body arching off the bed.

But he wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. The sensation was too much, and she shattered around him, her body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to pound into her, using her climax to drive her even higher.

Y/N's eyes flew open as she felt a second orgasm building, more intense than the first. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her walls fluttering with the beginnings of release. Shanks leaned back, his arm wrapped around her as he watched her come apart.

The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was more than he could bear. With one final, brutal thrust, he came inside her, his seed filling her to the brim. Her body trembled with the force of it, her eyes locked on his as she felt the aftershocks of his own release.

For a moment, there was only silence, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, with a roar that could be heard throughout the ship, he pulled out of her, his cock still pulsing with the last vestiges of his climax.

Y/N lay there, her body spent, her mind racing. She'd never felt so alive, so consumed by pleasure. And she knew, deep down, that she was falling for him, despite the circumstances of their union.

Shanks leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue claiming her as thoroughly as his cock had just moments before. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Forever and always."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew it was true. She was his, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The nights grew longer, their sessions more intense. Shanks' obsession with her grew, his hunger for her insatiable. He took her in every way imaginable, pushing her body to new heights of pleasure and pain.

Yet she craved it, her own desires matching his in their intensity. She found herself initiating their encounters, eager to feel his dominance, his possession. And every time she did, she felt a little more of herself slipping away, replaced by this creature of passion that only he could satisfy.

One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of red and gold across the horizon, Shanks decided to take their games to a new level. He called for Beckman, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very air.

Beckman entered the cabin, his eyes immediately going to the bound and naked Y/N. She felt a thrill of fear mingled with excitement, her body responding to the unspoken threat in Shanks' tone. She could feel the captain's cock pressing against her, already hard at the thought of sharing her with his first mate.

Shanks positioned her against the headboard, her legs draped over his, her back arched and her pussy exposed to Beckman's hungry gaze. "Go ahead," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Take what's yours."

Beckman didn't need a second invitation. He dropped to his knees before her, his eyes locked on the glistening folds of her sex. He inhaled deeply, the scent of their combined arousal thick in the air. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and she shuddered at the sensation.

Shanks wrapped his arm around her, his hand finding her breasts. He began to knead them roughly, his thumb flicking her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. She could feel his cock pulsing against her back, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered dark, dirty things in her ear.

Beckman's tongue delved into her, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that was almost terrifying. He licked and sucked, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N moaned, her body a live wire of sensation as she felt herself building to another orgasm.

But before she could come, Shanks pulled her back, his teeth grazing her ear. "Not yet," he growled. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

He grabbed her legs, folding them back until they were almost touching his ears. The stretch was exquisite, her pussy open and vulnerable to his gaze. Beckman took a moment to appreciate the view before diving back in, his tongue swirling around her clit as if it were a precious jewel.

Shanks leaned back, his cock still hard and demanding. He watched Beckman worship her, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "You like having two cocks to play with?"

Y/N could only nod, her breath coming in pants. She'd never felt so exposed, so used, and yet she craved it. She craved them both, the two men who had come to define her existence on this ship.

With a wicked grin, Shanks reached down and inserted two fingers into her pussy, curling them up to hit her g-spot. She screamed, her body jerking as she felt the orgasm crest. Beckman didn't stop, his tongue lapping at her clit as if he could taste her pleasure.

Then, with a wicked twist of his hand, Shanks pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, untouched hole. "Now, Beckman," he said, his voice a dark command. "Make her ready for me."

Beckman's eyes glinted with lust as he withdrew his mouth from her pussy. He took Shanks' hand and brought it to his own mouth, licking her juices off his fingers before moving to her anus. He spat onto his hand and then began to push his fingers into her tight channel, stretching her open.

Y/N's eyes went wide with shock and arousal as she felt Beckman's thick fingers push into her ass. The sensation was strange, foreign, and yet it made her pussy clench around Shanks' digits. She could feel the head of Shanks' cock nudging at her entrance, demanding entry.

With a groan, Beckman added a third finger, scissoring them to loosen her up. She felt herself stretching, her body desperately trying to accommodate the intrusion.

Shanks watched with hungry eyes, his cock twitching with anticipation. "You're going to take both of us," he said, his voice a low, guttural growl. "You're going to be our little fuck toy, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded, unable to form coherent words as Beckman's fingers worked their magic. The pleasure was building again, her body begging for more. And then, without warning, Beckman's mouth was back on her pussy, his tongue lashing at her clit as he continued to finger her ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body no longer her own as she was bombarded with waves of pleasure. She could feel Beckman's breath hot on her skin as he licked and sucked, his tongue flicking against her sensitive bud with expert precision.

Shanks leaned in, his teeth nipping at her neck as he whispered, "You're going to be our little slut, aren't you?" The words sent a thrill through her, and she knew she was going to come again, harder than ever before.

With one final, brutal thrust of his fingers, Beckman pushed her over the edge. Y/N screamed as she climaxed, her body shaking with the force of it. But she didn't get to bask in the afterglow for long.

Shanks lifted her hips, his cock now poised at her tight anus. The head nudged against her, the pressure building until she thought she'd break. Beckman's tongue flicked against her clit, never stopping, keeping her body on edge.

And then, with a single, powerful push, Shanks was inside her, his cock stretching her wide as he filled her completely. Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, her screams lost in Beckman's mouth as she was claimed in the most intimate of ways.

Beckman didn't let up, his tongue and teeth playing with her clit as she was impaled on Shanks' cock. She could feel every inch of him, the burn of his invasion mixing with the sweet agony of Beckman's relentless teasing. It was too much, and yet she never wanted it to end.

Shanks began to move, his hips rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her seeing stars. She could feel Beckman's breath on her clit, feel his fingers buried in her pussy as he worked her closer and closer to another peak.

The two men moved in concert, a dance of dominance and submission that she found herself eagerly participating in. Her body was their plaything, their canvas for pleasure, and she reveled in it.

As Shanks picked up speed, she could feel Beckman's fingers curling, his own need growing. He was close, she knew it, and the thought of making him come was almost too much to bear. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her ass tightening around Shanks' cock.

And then Beckman was withdrawing, his face a mask of pleasure as he stood and unbuckled his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she watched as he stroked it, the precum glistening in the lamplight.

Shanks' movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fucked her with everything he had. He was close, she could feel it, his cock swelling inside her.

With a roar, Beckman slammed his cock into her pussy, his thrusts matching Shanks' as they claimed her together. The sensation was indescribable, the fullness making her feel complete in a way she never had before.

Y/N's body was a writhing mess of pleasure, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the cabin. She could feel the orgasm building again, a monster that threatened to consume her whole. And as they pounded into her, as she felt their cocks rub together through the thin barrier of her walls, she knew she was going to shatter.

Shanks' grip on her hips tightened, his movements becoming more frenzied. He was close, so close, and she could feel his cock swelling even more inside her ass. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed filling her as Beckman's cock emptied into her pussy.

Their combined releases triggered her own, a supernova of pleasure that had her body convulsing uncontrollably. She came around Beckman's cock, her orgasm milking him for every drop.

But Beckman was like a dog in heat, his need for her unquenchable. He didn't stop, didn't even pause, his hips still moving in a frenzied rhythm as he pounded into her. The sound of their flesh slapping together was like a drumbeat, driving her closer and closer to the edge once more.

Shanks watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his own cock still buried in her ass. He could feel Beckman's weight on top of her, the way his body trembled with each thrust. It was an erotic sight, one that made his own desire flare anew.

Y/N's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as Beckman continued to fuck her, his cock seemingly never-ending. She could feel herself tightening around him, her muscles trying to pull him deeper.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Beckman came, his seed mixing with Shanks' as it leaked down. His body went slack, his weight pressing her into the bed.

Shanks took the opportunity to withdraw, his cock slipping from her ass with an obscene wet sound. He watched as Beckman pulled out, his own cock still hard and demanding. He knew he wasn't done with her yet.

With a smirk, he handed her over to Beckman, her body a warm, trembling mess of pleasure. Beckman took her in his arms, his cock still throbbing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could see the hunger in Shanks' eyes, knew what was coming next.

Shanks stood up, his cock still coated in her juices. He reached for a cloth, wiping it clean as he contemplated his next move. His mind was racing with ideas, each one more depraved than the last.

Y/N lay there, panting, her eyes never leaving Shanks as he moved around the cabin. There was something in his gaze that had her pulse racing, a hint of a plan that had her insides quivering with anticipation.

He strode back to the bed, his eyes locked on hers. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Not until we're both satisfied."

Beckman chuckled, his grip on her tightening. "And I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice a low growl.

Shanks climbed onto the bed, his cock still hard and slick from their previous encounter. He positioned himself above her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid into her.

The feeling was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her eyes rolling back. She could feel Beckman's cock at her pussy, his own need to claim her once more evident.

Without a word, Shanks reached down and pushed Beckman's cock into her, the two of them filling her completely. She was theirs, utterly and completely, and she reveled in the feeling of being taken by two powerful men.

Their rhythm was erratic, a dance of pleasure that had her body singing with need. She could feel their muscles tense, their breath hot on her skin as they worked towards their climaxes.

And then, as if on cue, they both began to move in unison, their thrusts driving into her in perfect harmony. She was the center of their world, a focal point of lust and desire that she never wanted to leave.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself stretched to accommodate both Shanks and Beckman. It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, one that bordered on pain but was drenched in a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. She could feel their cocks sliding against each other, their movements creating a delicious friction that sent shockwaves through her body.

Their grunts and moans filled the cabin, a cacophony of need and pleasure that had her pussy clenching around them. She could feel the muscles in her ass and pussy stretching to their limits, the burn of their entry melding with the slickness of Beckman's cum.

The men took turns pounding into her, their cocks sliding in and out with a wet, sucking sound that only served to drive her higher. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that was threatening to consume her.

But she didn't want it to end, not yet. She wanted to feel them both, to know she could take them both and still crave more. So she pushed back against them, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her body moving in a symphony of lust.

Their movements grew more frantic, their breathing more ragged. She could feel the tension in their bodies, the way their muscles coiled like springs ready to release. And as they drove into her, she could feel the beginnings of their climaxes.

Shanks' strokes grew deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that had her seeing stars. Beckman's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust into her pussy, filling her to the brim.

Their rhythm was like a storm, wild and uncontrollable, and she was the eye of the hurricane. Each movement sent her spiraling closer and closer to the edge, until she couldn't hold on any longer.

With a scream that echoed through the cabin, Y/N came, her body convulsing around their cocks. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot pleasure that seared through her veins.

Shanks and Beckman watched her, their eyes glazed with lust as they continued to fuck her through her orgasm. They were like animals, driven by instinct and need, and she was their willing prey.

As she came down from her high, she felt them both quicken their pace, their hips slapping against her ass in a punishing rhythm. They were close, she could feel it, their cocks pulsing inside her.

And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Beckman came, his cock spurting his hot seed deep into her pussy. The feeling of his release sent her over the edge again, her body shaking with the force of it.

Shanks wasn't far behind, his cock swelling inside her as he reached his own peak. He roared, his body jerking as he emptied himself into her, his seed mixing with Beckman's in a sticky mess of desire.

They collapsed onto her, their bodies heavy with satisfaction. For a moment, there was only silence, their ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Then, with a chuckle, Beckman leaned in and kissed her, his mouth tasting of salt and sweat.

Shanks leaned back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're a natural, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her skin.

Y/N could only smile, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. She knew she'd never be the same after this, that she'd been irrevocably changed. But as she lay there, sandwiched between two of the most powerful men in the world, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come.

Their relationship grew more complex with each passing day, a tapestry of power and passion that was uniquely theirs. Y/N found herself craving the feel of their cocks inside her, the way they dominated her body and soul.

The crew of The Red Force had long ago accepted her as Shanks' personal plaything, but she knew that she was more than that. She was their queen, their goddess of lust, and she reveled in the power she held over them

[thedevilsoftruth]

Rules are meant to be broken.

B. Barnes x f! Reader

" Break the rules of this game. Touch, touch, touch yourself. "

Summary: After a few years of mutual pining, your relationship with Bucky can't seem to get to where you both want it to because of Tonys strict " no dating policy " until a prank is pulled on both of you by one of your fellow avengers at a beach vacation.

Tags: Mentions of alcohol, vulgar language, rom com, sexual references/humor, kind of cliche stuff, sex, smut, Bucky being a smart ass 90% of this fic and fighting everyone, mutual pining, also slightly Russian accent Bucky, Dom! Bucky, vaginal fingering, piv sex, lots and lots of kissing, edgeplay, mentions of the reader having an iud and cognitive symmastia. Not beta read!

Song Recommended: Compress/Repress by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

A/n: This fic was requested by the lovely @0-komori-0 and also turned out to be over 9k words!!! So much more than I had planned. ( I hope you really enjoy this, man I haven't written anything this long in a very long time 😭🙏 ) I've been really insecure about my writing lately, and i actually kind of hate this fic like a lot. But I'm praying to God that this isn't as bad as I think. Anyways, enjoy. 💜

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Prologue

The fall of the rain had only gotten heavier as time went on. The streets were a flood land and droplets of rain were practically slamming against the cement. The rain perfectly matched the storm of irritation and stress raging inside you. The man who you had been trying to catch for months had slipped through your grasp once more.

As you sat down in the passengers seat of your partners car, you couldn't fight back the tears rolling down your cheeks. They were cold tears, much like the cold rain slipping down the windows all around you.

It was a very vulnerable moment for you. It was around that time of year again that marked the death date of your mother, and work just kept piling onto you.

This was something your partner had been very aware of. Over the years of fighting with you, he had developed quite a strong relationship with you. So, breaking down in front of him didn't feel weird for you. He understood your pain.

His hand slipped into yours, which was laying flat on your thigh. He opened your palm and slid his fingers between yours. You sat there for several minutes, your shoulders shuddering as you sobbed. Your soft, almost quite sobs blended into the pitter-patter of the rain against the window.

" I just.. " you tried to speak, but no words would come out. You squeezed his hand tighter, sitting back up and laying your head against the headrest.

" I know. " His thumb went over your knuckles. He knew you too well, like he was a part of your own mind. " But I'm right here. "

You looked over at him, your eyes watery, your cheeks red. His blue eyes landed on yours, and there was a comforting silence before his vibranium hand reached out to cup your face in his palm. Before you knew it, your eyes were shutting close and your lips were on his.

That night the both of you had learnt a little something about each other; and that was the fact that neither of you were going to let a set of rules restrict the feelings you had for each other.

~~

A few months later. Somewhere at a Kohl's in New York during March.

" I never knew you had Symmastia. " Natasha commented as you stood in front of her from inside the dressing room. She was outside of it, of course, merely just there to be your cheerleader as you tried on bathing suits for your upcoming vacation.

" Yeah, well, not many people notice it at first glance. " You responded, looking at yourself in the full length mirror in front of you. The color of the bathing suit seemed not to match your complexion very well, and you found that it didn't sit on you like you had hoped it would.

" Well as long as you're confident about it, that's all that matters. " Natasha said with her usual supporting smile. You smiled back, looking through the pile of bathing suits you had picked out. Maybe you'd try the blue one on next?

~ prologue end

~~

Vacation with the avengers certainly was an experience. It was only the first day of your vacation, and people were already getting kicked out of their rooms and trying to fight eachother. And fyi; It was Thor getting kicked out of his room by Tony and coming to yours and begging you to let him in.

You said no, of course. After all, you were in a room with literally only women; your best friend Natasha, Gamora, Nebula, and even Pepper...

Because she was also kicked out of her room with Tony.

It was a beach vacation, and most of the boys were already done getting ready. You were looking through your bag, still having not found the right bathing suit to wear even though you brought eight pairs.

Gamora was next to you on the bed, brushing her hair. Pepper was helping Natasha with her top, and Nebula went out to the pool with Scott. ( He was definitely going to get his balls kicked. )

" Hey, what do you guys think of this top? " You asked, holding up the neon blue triangle top you found in your bag. If only you could find the bottoms. The girls looked at the top and hummed in unison. Natasha tilted her head, thinking, though her thoughts would quickly be disrupted when a loud stomping sound was heard from down the hallway. There was a chorus of very loud yells that followed the quick stomping. Were they playing tag in the hallway?

" Peter, give me my arm back!! "

" Oh yeah? Give me my Redbone cassette back!!! "

It sounded like... Bucky and Quill?

You all exchanged very confused looks at eachother until the silence was broken up with Gamora's snicker.

Natasha ran to the door, stood on her toes and looked through the peephole.

" Oh my god, " she exclaimed. " Bucky's naked. "

You all immediately looked up from what you were doing. Gasps were heard, followed by the girls rushing to the door to try and see.

" Well, h-he's holding a towel to his waist. " Pepper added, taking over the peephole custody.

The boys continued fighting through the hall.

" Come on Pete, give the disabled man back his arm. " Rhodey's voice was heard. Pepper noticed him coming out of the room along with Tony, who was holding his phone up in the air, presumably recording the moment.

" IM NOT DISABLED! "

There was silence for a moment. The men all looked at Bucky, unspeaking.

" Wait. Am I disabled? "

Natasha and pepper laughed out loud. You were getting a small tinge of second hand embarrassment in the pit of your stomach.

" Your guy's boyfriend's are fighting eachother. One of them is a little stupid, it looks like. " Natasha laughs, walking back towards the bed you were standing at with Gamora. You blushed at the comment.

" He's not my boyfriend. And don't talk about him like that, Bucky is very smart. " You spoke, tying your hair in a ponytail with a scrunchie. Gamora sat back down on the bed, rummaging through her makeup bag. Natasha plopped down onto the bed beside her.

" Well, it depends on who she was talking about. They're men, they're both stupid. Especially Peter. " Gamora rolled her eyes at the thought, pulling out a beautiful red lipstick from her bag and a hand mirror. Natasha shifted herself on her side and touched your knee gently, grabbing your attention.

" You are aware that Bucky almost had an identity crisis just now realizing that he is disabled? " She asked. " It's been like 80 years that he's been without an arm, and he's seriously only now realizing that that makes him disabled. "

You laughed, biting your lip as you looked through your bag for your sunscreen and perfume.

" Don't be mean to him. " You said, your earrings jangling as you sprayed your perfume on. Natasha noticed the stupid grin on your face.

" Why? You in love with him? " She teased, shimmying her shoulders and grinning. The girls let out little " oos " In unison. You face palmed.

" No! It's not anything like that. " You protested, slamming your perfume back in your bag. Gamora rolled her guys and Pepper scoffed.

" Oh please. " She looked at you through her brows with her head tilted down. " We've seen the way you two look at eachother. "

She wasn't wrong. There was a thick sense of sexual tension between the both of you. Especially when you sparred or if you were training with the avengers: he'd always ask you to be on his team when you played games. If one of the girls weren't available, you'd ask him to be on yours. That was about the only time you two hung out. Except for little trips like this or when you went out to dinner.

You picked up your bathing suit and put on your sunglasses. Gamora was working on putting her makeup back up.

" You guys are a bunch of a-holes. " You joked, walking into the bathroom to go change. Natasha hummed, opening her phone to text someone.

" Don't come crying to me when you're sad about being single! "She shouted as you walked into the bathroom. You flipped her off before slamming the door shut.

The room was very quiet without you in there. The girls were all waiting for you to finish, and by that point, were all on their phones. Gamora opened up her messenger app after receiving a text from Peter.

P: Look what I got!

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Gamora snorted; it was a picture of Peter running down the hallway, smiling while he heald up Bucky's arm as Bucky chased after him in the background. Poor guy must have been fearing for his life holding onto that towel.

Pepper looked up from her own phone, her brows furrowing.

" Hey, do you guys think Bucky got his arm back? " She asked. Gamora shook her head, smiling.

" Nope. "

Oh, that was *so* being sent to the avengers group chat.

~~

It was a very hot day, and you were genuinely pissed that your trip was pushed from March all the way back to June. Doing this during spring would have been so much better. But honestly? It was still a really nice beach. A perfect day for a suntan, too.

While you sat down on an outdoor chaise lounge under a pink umbrella. The girls were off somewhere getting food and drinks. You were scrolling through your phone and opened your camera app, contemplating wether or not you'd take pictures to post on your Instagram or to just keep to yourself.

After Natasha had hyped you up to go out in a two piece after going bathing suit shopping with her, you were feeling pretty confident in yourself. Even with your symmastia in mind, you were still feeling good and you didn't think that anything could take that away from you. Plus your bathing suit was fucking hot! Who wouldn't love you in it?

Somewhere off on the beach, and not far away from you, stood a very embarrassed Bucky Barnes with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. Sam was still picking on him for the incident in the hallway, while Steve was simply enjoying himself and trying to figure out how to take a picture of the ocean with his phone.

" I'm just saying, it was a pretty stupid ass decision to take off your arm and leave it there. " Sam laughed, looking at his good friend through his sunglasses and shaking his head. Bucky threw his arms in the air.

" Come on! I had to check for malfunctions and clean it. " He protested. " And as i went back into the bathroom to look in my bag, he came in and took it! " He kicked his foot in the sand while looking down on it somberly. God he wished he brought an umbrella with him.

" Tck. I can already see the headline: Naked 107 year old man frantically runs down hallway of hotel after enraged missoulian steals his prosthetic arm " Sam laughed, crossing his arms and looking off into the beach. Bucky shook his head in defeat. They were never going to let go of that moment in the hallway. Ever.

Steve was still trying to take a picture of the ocean, but he kept accidentally turning his flash on and shaking his hand. Meanwhile, Sam was checking out the group chat that was exploding with texts.

" Hey, do you guys know how to-- " before Steve could finish, Sam cut him off.

" Oh my god. " He gasped, scrolling up to find Peters picture from the hallway sent by Gamora. Bucky had already seen the picture; he was actually quite upset about it. He remembered when Quill took the picture, too. He almost tackled the man to the floor.

Sam heald his phone out for Steve.

" Did you see this yet? "He asked, wheezing with laughter. Steve squinted his eyes, trying to get a good look at the picture Sam was trying to show him.

" What is it? I can't see. " He asked, moving his sunglasses up on his head. He gently took the phone from Sam's hand.

" Is that a chicken? " He asked, his head jerking back in confusion. He could barley see the image with the sunlight beaming down on them. Sam cackled even more. Bucky was clenching his fists, wanting nothing more than to punch the daylights out of Sam.

" No!! " Sam laughed. " Peter took a picture of Bucky chasing him in the hallway. " Sam was practically on the floor, almost crying from laughing so hard.

And then he actually fell in the sand.

" Oh. " Steve was starting to see it now. The picture was a lot less interesting than the picture he originally had in mind. Honestly, a chicken would have been a much better thing for Sam to show him. ...Or maybe a dog? Steve was really liking the dog pictures Kate posted on her Instagram as of late. He personally enjoyed Facebook more, but Instagram was his way of staying in touch with the younger avengers.

Steve handed him back his phone. Sam was still on the sand, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Bucky was spaced out, staring at you from afar.

He noticed you notice him, and you smiled at him and waved. He just barley raised his hand and waved back. He had his face scrunched up and his teeth clenched as he squinted his eyes to look at you. It probably wasn't the most flattering thing ever. He looked at his friends for a moment, and when he looked back at you, you were occupied by Natasha bringing you a drink.

Sam stood up and placed his phone in his pocket. Steve was helping with getting the sand off of him, talking something about Kate's dog while doing so. Bucky was still staring at you, and Sam caught onto it quicker than he would have imagined.

" You gonna go talk to her? " Sam asked, adjusts the sunglasses on his face. He hummed, shrugging.

" Maybe I will just to get away from you assholes. " Was the last thing Bucky said to them before walking off. Steve stood up, giving one last brush of his hand to Sam's knee. He sighed and looked at Bucky as he walked away. Sam was stunned, but he want surprised. At all. This was kind behavior coming from Bucky.

" What's his problem? " He asked, putting his hands on his hips. Sam crossed his arms and looked in the same direction as Steve.

" I don't know, hormones? "

~~

" Make sure you ask for an extra shot of pineapple juice! "

You were bent over the blue lounge chair you were sat in, calling out to Natasha who was walking with Gamora to fix the order of your drink that came back wrong. Bucky didn't mean to stare as he was approaching you, but he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering.

As you sat back down and adjusted your position on the chair, you noticed him making his way toward you. You waved at him, grinning.

" Hey, handicap. Got your arm back, i see? " You joked, putting your hand over your eyes to shield your eyes from the sun as you tried to get a good look at him. As he got closer, he began to block the sun and you put your hand down.

" Nobody's going to let go of that, huh? " Bucky sighed, a smile creeping upon his face as he stood next to you. You laughed.

" Nope. Digital footprint must suck for you. " You wheezed, clapping your hands together. Sam made the same joke to him earlier.

" Yeah, that's real funny. " Bucky told you, shaking his head as he sat down in the lounge next to you. He sat off the edge with his feet on the ground, facing you.

Oh god! What was he even supposed to bring up with you? Better than that, why was he talking to you? he couldn't even believe he was socializing this much with people. Especially after what had happened in the hallway.

" Hey, don't worry about it. " You reassured him, putting your hand on his knee. He couldn't help but notice your freshly manicured fingers. They weren't too long, but not too short. They were an almond shape and were painted a beautiful deep blue with gold accents. It kind of reminded him of his vibranium arm.

" We can be real assholes, and If you don't want me to make jokes about it, I won't. " You told him, smiling before slowly taking your hand off him. You looked back off into the distance. Bucky gulped hard. You were always so nice to him, always wanting him to feel comfortable and safe. You were also always making sure he didn't feel forced to do anything he didn't want to. It made him feel nice.

" Thank you. " He responded with the best smile he could muster, looking down at his hands. You nodded and folded your hands on your stomach, your eyes wandering into a pack of seagulls flying above your head.

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn't an awkward silence. You were off looking into the distance, and Bucky was still staring at you. His eyes raked up your body, quite frankly admiring you. He had a major staring issues, and he found that it only got worse when he was around you, which reminded him; pursuing a relationship with you wouldn't be the easiest thing ever. You were teammates, and Tony Stark had very strick rules of no dating for teammates.

But that didn't stop him from kissing you in his car that one rather depressing night you shared together. And it certainly didn't stop his eyes from wandering up your body, which were now sitting comfortably onto your breasts.

And, maybe he had been looking for too long, but the longer he looked at you, the more he noticed that there was no separation between your breasts. It was interesting, and he was about to bring it up before the image of your chest was replaced with the image of your eyes on his.

" It's a nice view, isn't it? " You joked, moving down your sunglasses so he could actually see your eyes. He smiled, even though he knew he shouldn't have in that situation. He loved your sense of humor.

" It is. " He responded, taking his glasses off and tucking them into the pocket of his shirt. " Better than the ocean, surely. " The smile he had on his face was charming. It was seductive and handsome; a facial expression you rarely saw on him. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit.

What a bastard.

You pushed your sunglasses back up to the bridge of your nose, smirking. You noticed him still starring, this time with his brow quirked, like he was confused.

" You know, I don't wanna be rude or anything--" you cut him off, immediately aware of what he was going to ask you. But that was okay because you were used to the question and had been answering it for years.

" It's apart of this condition I have called Symmastia. " You begun, crossing your legs on the lounge. " Its cognitive for me. Basically what it is is breast tissue that kind of merged together down the middle of my chest when I was born. "

As you explained it to him, he listened intently, nodding his head along understandingly. He didn't know what it was about discovering this little thing about you that made you 10x more attractive to him, but it just did and he was there for it all the way. But before things could get any hotter, Nat and Gamora came walking back to your little spot with your drink.

" Hey!! " Nat called out for you. She handed you her drink and looked at Bucky, who's smile was now gone and replaced with his usual look of tedium.

" And hey, you. " She twinkled her fingers at him. He pursed his lips and looked the other way. His eyes fell on Gamora instead. She was frowning at him.

" You're in my spot. " She said, crossing her arms. Bucky gave her a fake, sarcastic smile.

" Oh, am I? " He spoke with mock-surprise. " Well I sure as hell don't see you using it. " He imitated her, crossing his arms over his chest. Before things could get worse, you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him off the seat. Gamora looked like she was just about to beat the shit out of him.

" That's fine, he can just sit over here with me. " You laughed nervously, waving your hand in the air. Gamora spitefully sat back down in the lounge, her eyes never leaving Bucky. Nat had absolutely no idea what to do with the amount of shock she was in.

" You keep talking like that and I'll rip off your other arm. " Gamora spat, her eyebrow twitching as she brought her drink yo to take a sip of it. You saw the cocky smirk on Bucky's face. Whatever he was going to say next, it wasn't good.

" I'd like to see you try. " He spoke slowly and lowly, leaning into her end tilting his head to the side, intimidatingly. Gamora almost threw her drink at him. If it hadn't coast her $24, it would have definitely been poured straight into his crotch with a bonus kick to the balls for good measure.

" Are you challenging me, Mr. Barnes? "

That was the point that got Natasha to finally chime in. She stood between the two arguing fools, holding her hands out.

" No! No he's not! Nobody's challenging anyone to anything, you hear me? " She spoke firmly, her head snapping back and forth between the both of them. Your hold on Bucky's shirt persisted Incase you needed to hold him back Incase he actually did do something. But you had faith in him. He wasn't that stupid to ruin his reputation two times in the same afternoon.

" You know what? Me and Gamora can just go somewhere else, and you two can go back to--starring into eachothers eyes seductively or whatever it was you were doing. " She explained, grabbing Gamora's arm and bringing her to her feet. Gamora and Bucky were still angrily starring at eachother.

" Okay, bye-- " you tried to say to Nat as she walked off with Gamora before the old dog next to you started barking again.

" And whatever we were doing is none of your damn busin--"

Your hand immediately flung over his mouth. It was probably the best reaction time you'd had in a while. Natasha shook her head disappointingly, and left with one final comment, " control your freaking dog. "

You were trying. But it was very hard with how spontaneous, sassy, rude, and intrusive Bucky could get. Of course he never meant it and it was always just there as a way of playing around, but there were times where he overstepped, and in that moment, he definitely overstepped.

You turned to him. He felt your eyes on him, and his shoulders tensed and he lowered his head like a little kid who had just been caught sneaking into their moms candy jar in the middle of the night.

" What the hell was that?! " You yelled, bonking him on his head gently. He glanced at you then back at the sand.

" I'm sorry. " He muttered. " Got a bit irritated that our moment was short lived, I guess. "

He was nervously moving his feet around in the sand. It was kind of cute coming from him. Well--his honesty, that was. Your shoulders slumped.

" I can get behind that. " You smiled, putting your hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. You'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking the same thing.

Then, suddenly, Bucky got a very bad idea.

He looked around the surrounding area. Sam and Steve were the closest to them, but they were several meters away and had their backs turned to the both of you. You quirked a brow, curious at what he was going to do.

Once he mentally declared that the area was clear, he turned back to you and leaned in to kiss you. You were a bit caught off guard, but this wasn't the first time that this had happened between you two, so you gave in.

As much as you wanted a full make out session with him right there in the sand, you knew that just a couple seconds of bliss was your safest option if you didn't want to get fired. He pulled back a bit, and you hesitated for a hot minute before pulling him by his collar back into the kiss.

Meanwhile,

" No! I told you that the American flag has to go on the top of the castle. " Steve argued, sticking the tiny little American flag cake topper a fan had given him earlier that morning back at the top of the sand castle he had built with Sam.

Sam, on the other hand, had his attention fully on the two people making out from afar, one of them being one of his closest friends. Steve was still carrying on his one-sided argument while he tried to maneuver the castle the way he wanted. Until he realized his friend wasn't listening to him.

" Are you even paying attention to me? " Steves voice was laced with desperation as he dramatically threw his arms in the air. Sam was still spaced out, staring at his teammates as they kissed harder.

" Shut up, you big baby. Look. " Sam said, flicking the back of his hand at Steve's chest, his eyes never leaving the very exotic scene in front of him. Steve looked off into the direction Sam was looking, and he immediately caught on.

" Oh shit. " Was all he said. He couldn't believe it. His best friend was finally finding love again after almost 80 years.

" Is that? " He weakly pointed at the couple. He was so dumbfounded that he was considering if Bucky was even Bucky in that moment. A huge smile crept upon Sam's face.

" Oh yeah. Our little solider's finally getting some after 80 years. " He cackled. " He's growing up so fast!! "

You had your hand on Bucky's chest as he leaned forward into you, almost pinning you down into the seat. It was somehow steamier than the moment in the car, most likely because you were surrounded by your coworkers and there was a possibility of your boss walking in. Your legs were so close to opening around his waist.

*Odin's beard! what in the nine realms where you doing?*

He gave you a few more pecks before he let go of you, pulling back to give you time to recover. Whatever happened to the thoughts of, " I'm not gonna make out with him? "

You were panting, your lips wet and puffy. He was smirking like an absolute buffoon, the biggest one in the world by your standards.

" Bucky... " You started. His grin only grew, if that was even possible at that point.

" Yes? "

" We are so getting in trouble. " You scoffed, sitting back upright in your seat. He chuckled and ran his hand down your thigh.

" I won't tell if you won't. " He drawled out, a tinge of the Russian accent he was trying so hard to lose shining through his words. It was a bit sexy, but you could barely relish it before you noticed Sam and Steve waving at you from their little sand castle. Bucky noticed the way you were looking over his shoulder to look at his friends, and immediately followed your gaze.

Those little pests...

Once he turned to look at them, they started jumping in the air and waving their arms around like crazy people.

" Yeeaaaah Buuucky!!! " Sam cheered him on. Bucky felt a vein in his forehead popping out.

You heald up your hand a bit and waved back slowly. You waved with a smile, and Bucky flipped them off with a frown.

" Oh, fuck off! "

~~

Later that night, some of the Avengers including you decided to go to a little club across the street of the hotel. Most of the Avengers were still at the club, but Gamora, Natasha and Bucky were already back at the hotel by the time you came back. The girls had said they didn't want to get absolutely wrecked because they wanted to see the aquarium in the morning, but Bucky just didn't enjoy the crowd that much. You were only a little bit tipsy, but that was because you didn't enjoy alcohol that much.

Tony and Pepper were behind you as you walked down the hallway. You were going to separate from them by the the you turned the next corner because their room was kind of far from yours.

It was kind of funny too; Tony got so shitfaced that he agreed to letting Pepper back into his room with her.

You finally reached the corner, and you were trying to find your key card in your purse as the couple walked by you. They were arguing about something again, like always. Pepper was just trying to get out of the rather possessive hold Tony had on her so she could properly say goodnight to you.

" Goodnight, hon! " She calls out to you, forcing a smile before Tony directs her attention back onto him. You looked up from your purse to glance at her for a moment, rummaging through your trash filled purse until you found your key card. And a... Condom?

Hm. That was weird. And ridiculously hilarious considering you had a IUD. It had a silver packaging with a red star in the front. You flipped it to the back, and it had a very tiny red inked text that read the words, " I hope you're ready for this winter soldier. "

You belly chuckled at the little joke. You wanted to place your bet that it was probably Sam who had put it in there. The bigger question was who had them made and how long had they been conspiring to do pull this on you?

You couldn't help yourself from laughing as you walked up to your room. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting down your purse by the door and slipping out of your shoes. Gamora and Natasha were chatting while laying on their beds, watching something on the TV.

" Hey, guys. " You called out to them. They looked your way and waved. The tv was set to a reality show channel, and the two of them were sitting there, talking crap about the awful couple on the screen. You made your way towards your bed and pulled out your suitcase, looking for a change of clothes. You rummaged through the bag for a hot minute before settling on a red tank top and black shorts.

" I'm gonna go change. " You told them, turning your heel and walking into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

When you walked out of the bathroom after changing, you were met with a little surprise; Bucky Barnes. Standing right outside the bathroom door, near the front entrance. When he saw you, he glanced at you and mouthed the words, " help me. " You looked at the girls, at him, at the girls, and then back to him.

" Guys there's a super solider inside our room. " You commented, pointing at him.

" She let him in. " Gamora told you, motioning her head towards Natasha.

" He wants to talk to you! " Natasha shouted enthusiastically. Bucky was pinching the bridge of his nose as he heald his head down, sighing heavily.

Of course he wanted to talk to you, why else would he be there? To sell them girl scouts cookies?

You looked up at him and he turned to face you fully.

" What are you doing here? " You whispered. He rubbed his neck sheepishly. After your little moment on the beach, he couldn't stop thinking about you. You couldn't stop thinking of him either. Really, you were relived to see his face again.

" Open your hand. " He told you. His vibranium hand was clenched in a fist like he had something in it. You furrowed your brows, skeptical.

" Why? " He cut you off.

" Just do it. "

You took a deep breath before you heald your hand out in front of him. A smirk crept across his face, a smirk you didn't like at all, and he put his hand in yours. A little crunching sound of plastic was heard as he opened his palm, and your skin came in contact a small wrapper of some sorts. He took his hand off yours, and immediately you recognized what was in your hand.

It was the same condom you found in your bag earlier. He put his hand on your hip and leaned into your ear real close.

" You read what it said. " He whispered to you, his voice low and seductive. His fingers traced your hip bone lightly. " I hope you're ready for this winter solider. "

Bucky's arms slid away from you and he slowly stepped back. You were staring at him with your mouth open, shocked. You were completely speechless, and found it hard to move from your spot. He virtually had you up against the bathroom door, cornering you. He had this stupid grin on his face. Obviously he was doing this all in an attempt to get you annoyed and flustered.

" You are really bad at dirty talk. " You cringed, keeping your voice at a whisper level. Bucky shrugged, stepping closer to you. He was standing so close that you could smell his cologne. It was a very bold, earthy, and masculine kind of aroma. It was hard to ignore.

You looked over your shoulder, making sure that the others weren't paying attention to you two.

" I was just reading what the wrapper said. " He chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his arm sliding past your body and grabbing the door handle. He stared into your eyes for a moment before he turned the handle, making you stumble back as the door to the bathroom opened suddenly. You nearly tripped on your own feet, shuffling backward and further into the room. Bucky stepped forward and shut and locked the door behind him.

" You pulling my leg or something, suntan? " He asked you, speaking a little louder now and with his arms folded over his chest. You shook your head, your left foot dragging behind your right, gaining more distance between you and him.

" I think someone is pulling on the both of our legs. " You said, stilling in the middle of the big, spacious bathroom. Bucky's eyes never left yours. He was searching you, analyzing every move you made and every emotion etched in your face.

" I got the same thing stuffed into my purse. " You told him, toying with the hem of your shorts. " I think it's just one of the Avengers trying to get us closer by pulling a dumb prank on us. "

Bucky let his arms fall back down to his sides, sighing as he approached you. You were hesitant, considering moving away again until he was standing in front of you. He was deeply intimating even when he wasn't trying.

" Are we not already close? " He questioned, leaning into you a bit. You didn't need to even think about your answer to that question.

" We are. " You responded, realizing how badly you worded that last sentence. " I think we're both just looking for something a little more In our relationship. ''

Those last words sparked something inside Bucky. After all the constant games of cat and mouse, the persistent cravings the two of you had for eachother, and the hanging off the edge of your seats since the moment you shared in his car on that one rainy day--could this be the moment where you got everything figured out?

" Those damn assholes. " He muttered, reaching his arms out for you and pulling you against him. His flesh hand went to your cheek, and he bent down and stole your lips in a rather passionate kiss. It was slow and sensual, his lips pecking against yours repeatedly.

" They should really mind their own businesses anyway. " He spoke against your mouth in annoyance, his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, his fingers curling into your hair, tugging on it gently as he kissed you sweetly. It reminded you of the moment in his car. How sweet and light it was. How passionate it was.

Bucky's lips moved from your lips, to your cheek, to all the way down to your neck. You grabbed the front of his shirt, trying your hardest not to moan like a freak in the middle of your hotel rooms bathroom.

He griped your hips, and spun you around, pulling you as close as he could get you to his body. His metal hand dropped down to your inner thighs, caressing you lightly as he bent down to kiss your neck hungrily. He cupped your sex through your shorts, almost making you yelp before you covered your mouth. If he continued to go on, youd probably get louder.

" Bucky, " you gasped. " we need to take this somewhere else. "

~~

Whatever it was that you were expecting, it wasn't to be thrown over Bucky's shoulder as he carried you out of the bathroom. You were screaming, all right. Screaming and slamming your fists against his back.

" Put me down!! " You told him as he stood at the front door, unlocking it. Gamora and Natasha looked your way, watching as the man carried you out of the room.

" Help me! " Was the last thing you told them before you left for the rest of the night.

He continued to hold you up on his shoulders, even as he was unlocking the door. He did not listen to a single protest you made, and even went as far as to tell you to shut up as he walked to his room. Once you were inside, he set his key down on the kitchen table before he kicked open the bedroom door. He slammed the door behind him.

" Taking me to your chambers now, really? That's lovely, that's-- "

His hand came down on your ass as a harsh smack, and you yelped in surprise as he did so. Your skin tingled with a slight sting from the impact when he removed his hand from your skin. He threw you down on one of the two beds in the room, your body lightly bouncing off the mattress as you plopped down in it.

You barley had any time to think about what was happening; everything was happening so quickly and you couldn't piece together in your mind what in the world was going on.

" You said you wanted to take our little moment somewhere else? " He inquired, unbuttoning his black button down with quick fingers. You gulped hard, propping yourself up on your hands, your thighs clenching.

" Yes, but I was not expecting this. " You laughed. Bucky rose a brow.

" You're not complaining though, are you? " He asked, peeling the shirt off his body. He had a pair of dog tags around his neck, presumably his from his time serving in the war. Suddenly you found yourself at a loss of words as his muscular torso became visible to you. You couldn't help but stare, your eyes raking up and down his seemingly perfect body. He was certainly a lot bigger and heavier compared to when you had first met him. His body glowed in the moonlight, highlighting his abs and his strong arms. He noticed you staring, and it made him smile.

" You've gone speechless, avenger. " He puts his hands on his knees, bending down to your stare level. You gulped when you realized you had been staring.

" Cat got your tongue? " He wanders, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze towards his. " Or perhaps there's something you're wanting? "

His words made you sweat. You felt your mouth salivating heavily as you looked him in his eyes deeply. He smiled, coming his head to the side.

" Answer me. " He whispers, pulling you into a soft kiss. His strong, large hands go onto your closed thighs and bring them back open.

" Do you want me to touch you? "

His voice is low and softer than a feather, his flesh hand going between your legs, his fingers bushing against your clothed core. You gulped hard, your eyes fluttering shut.

" Yes. " You responded breathlessly, trying so hard not to overreact with your how your body responded to him. Bucky was satisfied with your answer.

" Good girl. " He kissed the side of your face before standing back up. He unbuckled his belt, but he wasn't about to take his pants off just yet. You bit your lip, your mind curious as he crawled over your body and pinned you down onto the bed.

This was something the both of you had been dragging out for many years. It was only a matter of time before it finally happened. The fact that it was happening then was hard for you to believe. After the hard flirting, the small unexplained kisses every here and then, the waiting, your dreams were now coming true.

Bucky rolled a black hair band off his wrist and used it to tie his long hair back in a ponytail, straddling your hips and sitting upright as he did so. A few loose strands fell down to the sides of his face, along with the right side of his curtain bags. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think it was hot.

" Are you sure you want this? " He asked, the look in his eyes stern. The both of you knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to feel safe and he needed to make sure you were on board with it.

" Yes. I am. " You responded, nodding. You were biting down on your finger, waiting for him, your mind flooded with ideas of what exactly he could do to you.

" Just tell me to stop if it begins to hurt, and I'll stop. " His tone was the same; rigid all through and serious. He sat between your legs and soothingly rubbed his hands on your thighs. There was a stark temperature difference from his vibranium hand and his flesh hand; one was cold and the other way warm. It made you shiver, goosebumps rising up your skin. His fingers slid up to your hips, and he hooked his fingers against the waistband of your shorts.

" Let's get you out of these. " He grinned, pulling the clothing down your legs and throwing it on the floor somewhere, leaving you in just your black laced panties. He hummed in approval, spreading your legs out wider with his strong hands, his mind calculating just exactly what he was going to do to you.

" Oh, if Tony finds out about this... " You whispered, a sudden feeling of anxiety filling your stomach. Bucky shook his head, stilling his hands on top of your thighs. He could tell you were getting nervous.

" Tony's not gonna find out anything. " He reassures you. He bends down to kiss you, his lips soft and warm against yours. You clamped your legs around his waist, inviting him further in. He pecked your lips slowly, his flesh hand running up your shirt, feeling your bare skin under his palm.

" Whatever happens in this room tonight stays between you and me. " He told you, kissing his way down your neck. You moaned quietly as his lips moved across the crook of your neck, nipping at it, making you more desperate by the second. His left hand was busy with your center, his fingers dragging up and down your clothed slit.

" You're so pretty, you know that? " Bucky praised you into your ear, making you blush deeply. He lifted his head from your shoulder and tugged on the hem of your tank top.

" Are you okay with me taking this off? " He asked. He knew about you and your condition and didn't want to make you feel obligated to take it off. But you were confident in your body, so you agreed.

" Go ahead. " You told him with a cocky smirk. He didn't know what it was, but your little grin there made him instantly 10x more attracted to you.

You lifted off your back a bit, and he slip your top up and over your head, tossing it somewhere off into the distance. The cold air in the room came into contact with your skin, and you shivered at it.

He couldn't take his eyes off you. Somehow you were so much hotter than he had imagined.

Bucky ran his hands up your sides, his eyes drinking in your body. Now it was his turn to be speechless.

" Fuck, " He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. How could he have put this off for so long? He seriously could not believe you were real. " You're gorgeous. "

His mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your cleavage, his flesh hand coming up to cup your breast, his thumb laying flat on your nipple, rubbing it lightly. You let out a little moan at the contact, watching as his mouth latched onto your other breast. The tip of his tongue circled across your areola before his lips closed around your hardening nipple. He sucked on it gently, his other hand massaging and grabbing as much of your skin that it could.

When he rose back up, you could see a little wet line from his saliva glistening on your skin. He stared at his work with pride, giving your breast one last squeeze.

" You should feel ashamed of yourself. " He whispered, looking at you with a twisted grin. You were starting to feel your legs quake.

" Showing off your sexy body like that on the beach. " He went on, sitting upright and slithering his belt out of his pants. " like some kind of cheap whore. " He shook his head, letting his belt fall to the floor with a soft metal clink. You gulped hard at the sudden shift in his demeanor.

" Is that how you want me to treat you? " He questioned, pulling down the zipper of his shorts. You were at a loss of words, once again. He bent over your body, his knee pressing against your center perfectly and making you whimper. He directed your gaze towards his.

" Where are those pretty little words of yours? " He purred, cocking his head to the side. Just a moment ago, it felt like you two were friends arguing with eachother over a dumb prank--now the tides had completely shifted.

" I-i.. " was the best you could muster. He grinned. He liked this side of you.

" Yeah? You admitting to it? " He teased, running his hand down your stomach. You nodded your head, the best answer you could provide given your shocked state.

Bucky let go of you, and sat back up. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he flicked his head back, moving his hair out of his face. His hands rest on your hips, his fingers hooking your panties.

" Lift up for me, hon. " He told you, watching as you hesitantly lift your hips upwards. He brings your panties down and off your legs, throwing them off somewhere unknown, leaving you now completely bare in front of him.

" Oh wow, " he scoffed, running two thick fingers down your slit, collecting your slick on his skin. " Look at that. "

His eyes never leave yours, even as he slips those fingers into your plush, aching pussy. You mewl out loudly, the sound echoing through the room. You are wet and warm around his fingers, the feeling intoxicating him. You flutter your eyes shut, moaning softly and sweetly as his fingers slide in and out of you perfectly, prepping you for him.

As his fingers slip in and out of you flawlessly, preparing you for his already hardened cock, you flutter your eyes shut and murmur softly and sweetly. His fingers curl up into you, their tips flicking quickly across your flesh as they move, drawing out a little, quiet clicking sound from your center. You had to bite your hand from how loudly you were about to moan.

You felt your head spinning. You genuinely couldn't believe what was happening. It was like your fantasy come to life. You were fighting back so many moans threatening to break loose. Bucky noticed it quickly.

" Dont cover your mouth. " He told you, swatting your hand away from your mouth. Your eyebrows raised.

" But what if some-- "

" Oh, who the fuck cares? I want them to hear how good I'm making my girl feel. " He said breathlessly, his voice hoarse and his accent returning, this time coming out very heavily. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers at his words. He didn't even give you time to properly process his words before he was plunging his fingers back into you.

A loud, rather pornographic moan escaped your lips and your pussy clamped down on him tightly. He grinned.

" Already on that edge, suntan? " Bucky teased, his fingers curling right into your special spot. You moaned, your thighs squeezing his arm.

" Is it just like you imagined? " His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, as he inquired. Your cheeks turning red, and you bit your lip. Did he read your mind?

" E-even better. " Your hips instinctively bucked against his hand as you rasped. Your mind was so hazy. He'd barley even touched you, and you were already about to cum. You couldn't stop the endless moans that's were escaping your puffy lips.

" O-oh Bucky.. " you gasped as his thumb drove up and down your clit. " D-dont stop."

His thumb brushed up and down your already, sensitive swollen, driving your mad with each stroke he gave you. His fingers were pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

But before you could go off that edge you so badly needing to get off of, he pulled his fingers from your dripping cunt. Your cunt immediately felt cold and empty without him. You began to stutter.

" Wh-what? " You blinked, confused. " Why'd you stop? "

Bucky cocked his head to the side and gave you a fake frown.

" Oh, I'm sorry. " He chuckled, rubbing your thigh with his metal arm. " I didn't realize you wanted it that bad. "

He brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet, lingering traces of you. His eyes fluttered closed, a deep groan escaping him as he savored the flavor. He wiped the rest of the remnants on his shorts, the movement casual, but there was something almost predatory in his gaze.

"Delicious," he murmured, voice low and full of satisfaction. You stared at him In confusion.

" Bucky... " Your head threw back against the pillow, annoyed. He could already sense your protests from a mile away.

" Shh, sweetie. Good things come to those who wait."

He stood from the bed, his muscles rippling as he moved, and gave your thighs a light, possessive pat with his large hands. The touch sent a warm shiver through you, a mix of nerves and anticipation. When he straightened up, he tightened the ponytail at the back of his head, flicking his hair back with a fluid motion. He was so confident, so effortlessly commanding.

"Just to make sure... you're still 100% okay with this?" His voice softened as he met your gaze, his hands resting on the waistband of his shorts. His expression was open, waiting for your answer, but there was an edge of something unreadable in his eyes.

You swallowed, your heart racing as you nodded. "Yes," you whispered, the words leaving your lips almost too softly. Your eyes traced over his body, sketching over his big arms and his muscular torso. This was man who could literally break you in half, and thinking that as your eyes raked over his body made you feel unbalanced and unsteady, even though you weren't standing.

You looked back up at him, your eyes meeting. Then, his shorts and boxers hit the floor in the hotel room with a soft thud. You gulp hard as the rest of his body is revealed to you for the very first time. Right there in the hotel room he was sharing with his best friends. Your eyes trail down his body, coming into contact with his hardened length--beaded with pre-cum.

Bucky set a knee down on the bed, crawling up your body, the bed shifting under his weight. Your breath caught in your throat as he hovered over you. He was so much bigger than you, practically taking up all your space as he sat above you.

With gentle hands, Bucky lifts the base of your plump thighs and spreads you open in front of him. You were already so wet and needy for him. He picked up one of your legs, his lips pressing against your ankle and traveling down to your calf.

" I can't believe we're actually doing this. " You breathed, your body tense with anticipation. With a slow push of his hips, Bucky's cock slow nudged inside you. Soft groans released from your mouths as he pushed further inside you. He set your leg down, but kept his hand on your knee to keep your legs open.

" Ngh. Me too. " He grunts. As his cock sinks into you, he can feel your pussy stretching to accommodate his size, welcoming him into your warm. The feeling makes you feel vulnerable but oh, so good. A couple more loose strands of dark brown hair fall down into Bucky's face as he leans back a bit, rolling his hips against yours not too slowly but also not exactly fast. His thrusts into you were slow, steady and measured methodically.

" Fuck, you feel so good, gorgeous. " He spoke gruffly through a breathless chuckle. His cock slid in and out of you smoothly, like how a knife would spread butter onto a slice of bread. There was a lump stuck in your throat, and you found yourself moaning softly with your mouth open.

Your fingers slipped across his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he faintly increased his pace. With each thrust he gives you comes out a loud, wet squelching sound from your cunt as it tries to clamp down on him and keep him inside you. You're breathless.

Your bottom lip sinks between your teeth and your thighs clench around his wide waist. Sparks of pleasure ran through you as Bucky's hands run down your legs and his hips start to hit against yours harder.

It was a feeling that you had been yearning to feel for ages. Each time his cockhead would brush up against your velvety walls, you would get butterflies in your pussy. It just felt so good. Your eyes flutter shut and you claw at his shoulder.

" Bucky.. " you whine, your back arching off the bed. He gets faster, his cock pushing deep into you, gliding in and out of you. He bends down to kiss your neck, forcing your legs open wider. Soft lips brush against your sensitive neck, and your fingers on his shoulders move to his back. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The both of you moan and you pull your hair out of your neck to give him more access to your skin. A sudden, primal, dirty instinct struck Bucky's mind.

He searched your neck for your pulse point, and when he found it, he bit down on it and sucked on it harshly. You hissed, your nails that were digging into his skin now streaking down his back, leaving little white scratch marks in their wake. His back arches at your touch, but that only made him suck onto your neck harder. A loud yelp escaped your lips as he did so, a sharp but pleasureable sting striking your body. He was leaving little hickeys on your skin.

" What are you doing? " Almost choking on a moan, you managed to speak the question but rather wobbly. He grinned, rising up from your body and sitting back on his knees.

" Oh, you know... " His metal hand reached between your legs, his cold middle finger snaking down your warm clit. Your arms slipped off his back, and your body shook at the contact.

" Letting everyone know we're rule breakers. "

~~

It was 6:38 in the morning. Bucky had pulled you from your room once again, this time accompanied by Sam and Steve. You were getting breakfast from the hotels dinning area, like the four of you had been plotting to do for as long as you had been planning the trip. Sam and Steve were already seated at the table you four we're sharing, munching on their breakfast while you were getting coffee with Bucky.

" How are your legs holding up? " He asked you with a cocky smirk, glancing at you his spot where he was pouring in his creamer. He rarely drank coffee with creamer in it.

" Little but sore, but I'm okay. " You responded with the shrug of your shoulders as your stirred in sugar. The dinning area was completely empty except for the four of you and the chefs who were walking around the area and setting tables. Bucky smiled and bent down to peck you on your lips.

As you both walked back to your table, you heald eachothers hand before sitting down next to each other in front of Sam and Steve. They were both laughing and whispering things to eachother. When they noticed you sitting down, Sam started cackling.

" So I see you two used the little gift I sent you both. " Sam laughed manically. You nearly almost choked on your coffee. Bucky's mouth flew open.

" So it was you!? "

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Love and Deepspace Headcanons: Height Insecurities

A/N: This one if for all my tall girlies who sometimes get insecure with their height. I'm 5'11 and rarely see anything about tall MCs!!! So have this <3

ETA: Please do not complain in the replies about being short! And if you want me to write about short girls, go through the ask box, not replies. This post is for tall girlies!!!

Warnings: Mildly suggestive, jealousy, height insecurity, minor bullying

Ask Box: Open

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Xavier:

You’re going on a solo mission

Xavier is insistent on going with you

You tell him that you’ll be fine on your own despite your heart warming over his need to protect you

But Xavier thinks it’s too dangerous

Everyone else seems to disagree

They all think you could handle yourself and have thought that since day one

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot impatiently as you waited for Xavier to finish talking to another hunter. This has happened more than once. You were assigned a solo mission and Xavier was making it his mission to protect you. It wasn’t a bad thing. Ever since you became a hunter, everyone thought that you’d be able to handle yourself with no training.

It was nice that at least someone wanted to help.

Xavier sighed and crossed his arms. “I want to go with her.”

”But you promised to hang out with the group today.” The hunter looked irritated. “You never go out with us.”

”This is more important.”

The hunter groaned in frustration. “C'mon, man! She's like a giant. She can take care of herself."

There it was. The real reason everyone thought you could handle yourself. At first, it hurt. But then there was just pure frustration. How stupid it was that people felt like you didn’t need help because of your height. It didn’t matter the difficulty of the mission. Everyone saw you as a tall, strong, giant that didn’t need anyone.

”She needs me.” Xavier looked back at you and smiled. “Right?”

You nodded sheepishly. “I could use the help.”

”Whatever. Have fun, I guess.”

The hunter walked away, grumbling under his breath. Xavier kept smiling at you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side. You leaned against him, resting your head against his. 

“I don’t think you’re a giant.” Xavier squeezed your hand. “I like your height.”

You smiled. “Thank you. And thank you for always helping.”

”Of course. I’ll always be there by your side.”

Xavier didn’t see you for your height. He saw you as a person. Around him, you always felt comfortable in your skin.

Rafayel:

It's been a rough time for you

You've been feeling more and more insecure about yourself

Rafayel notices and tries his best to distract you from your thoughts

Teases you but in a way that makes you feel good about yourself

You stood in front of your mirror, turning from side to side. You tried to tug down the bottom of your skirt. The fabric felt itchy against your skin despite being soft. You then reached up to pull down the hem of your shirt. It seemed like nothing fit you correctly. Everything looked awkward on your body. Long, gangly limbs and a tall torso made it difficult for clothes to fit you well. You often found that the only way you looked remotely presentable was if you wore clothes that hid your arms and legs. If only you could hide your height as well.

"I like that skirt on you." Rafayel hummed, coming up behind you.

You immediately started adjusting your skirt again. "It's too short. It makes my legs look weird."

"It makes your legs look amazing." He rested his chin on your shoulder. "You don't normally wear stuff like this."

Your nose scrunched. "I prefer the baggy clothes. It's better to look like a shapeless blob than an awkward stalk of corn."

Rafayel snorted. "Stop it. You look great."

"You're just saying that."

He hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist. His nose nuzzled in your neck, leaving light kisses. One of his hands started to trace along your body. Your eyes were focused on the mirror. You didn't see what he saw. You couldn't find the beauty in your height. And yet… Rafayel was touching you like you were a fragile piece of treasure.

"Would you love me more if I was shorter?" You murmured without thinking. "If my arms and legs were shorter? If it was easier to hold me? Look down at me with…"

You stopped talking and bit your lip. You felt stupid for getting insecure over something so trivial. But every time you looked in the mirror, every time you saw yourself with Rafayel, you couldn't help but think what it would be like if you were different. If he wanted you to be different.

"Don't be stupid."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Rude."

Rafayel rolled his eyes. He moved your chin so you were looking at the mirror again. "You're being rude to yourself. And no, I wouldn't want to have you any different."

"But-"

"No buts. I like you just the way you are. Besides, if you were shorter–" His lips ghosted against your ear. "There would be less to love."

Zayne:

You decide to give Zayne a surprise visit during his shift at the hospital

But when you show up, there’s a nurse so painfully obviously flirting with him

You can’t help but feel insecure at how cute they look together

She's so tiny and cute

While he looks like some sort of knight

And you just want to leave

You stood there with a bag of food in one hand and a drink carrier in the other. You noticed Zayne had been stressed with work, so you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You didn't expect to see him smiling and chatting with one of the nurses. The fatigued look he had this morning had all but disappeared. A wave of insecurity washed over you as he reached out and patted her head.

He never did that with you.

Just as you were about to turn around and go home, both of them looked over your way. You quickly masked your expression and smiled. The nurse gave you a small wave before saying something to Zayne. She then disappeared down the hall. Zayne walked over to you. He gave you a curt nod.

"I wasn't expecting you."

His voice wasn't cold, but it wasn't as warm as you imagined it was when he was talking to her. Your gaze matched his perfectly. He didn't have to look down. If he wanted to pat your head, he'd have to reach up. You found yourself shrinking away, wishing you were smaller.

Zayne said your name and tilted his head. "Are you okay?"

"Oh." You held out the bag of food and drinks. "I came to drop these off."

"You're not staying?" He took the bag and drinks.

"You look busy." Your voice came out harsher than you wanted. You cleared your throat.

"I'm on a break. Join me."

"It's fine. You can share the food with the nurse."

Zayne's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He sighed. You looked away. You got caught. But it was hard to hide your emotions around him anyway. There was a moment of silence before Zayne motioned his head for you to follow him. You contemplated running away.

Once you got to his office, he closed the door behind him. "What's wrong?"

You pursed your lips. "I'm just being childish. It's nothing."

"You can tell me anything. I won't judge you." He set down everything in his hands.

You hesitated before answering. "You don't pat my head. Is it because I'm too tall?"

Zayne's head whipped over to you. He stared at you in disbelief. Your cheeks turned crimson from embarrassment. It sounded so stupid now that you had said it out loud. You awkwardly shifted on your feet and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. 

"I-I mean… y-you never do things like… uhm… it's stupid."

"It's not stupid." Zayne said. His voice was shaky as he tried to hide his laugh.

"Don't laugh!"

"I'm not."

"This is serious!"

"I'm being serious." Zayne walked over to you. He reached up and patted your head. "There."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "It doesn't feel awkward?"

He shook his head. "No. I just didn't know if you'd like it or not."

"Well… I do."

"Good." He kissed your forehead. "Do you feel better now?"

"Do you promise not to go patting other girls' heads?"

"Yes."

"Then I feel better."

Sylus:

Sylus has to take you to a party (“I need an accessory.”)

Forces you to wear heels

You’re automatically taller than him 

As soon as you’re at the party, you’re uncomfortable with the stares

Spend the whole night glued to his side

Until a woman wearing what could barely be called a dress interrupts

And treats you like a freak

”Interesting choice of a date.” 

“I like standing out.”

”Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you.”

You didn’t even fight the urge to roll your eyes. A lady, who was wearing a dress that was almost as short as a t-shirt, was currently flirting with Sylus. Her hand was on his arm as she stared up at him with fake puppy dog eyes. You stood off to the side like a forgotten NPC.

Sylus looked down at her arm before looking at her. “Maybe.”

She smirked. “This party's getting pretty boring. Why don’t we… get out of here?”

”And leave my date?” Sylus glanced back at you. “I think not.”

”Her? Oh, please. Leave the freakshow here.” She snorted.

“Excuse me?” Sylus asked, his voice low.

”I mean, look at her! Wearing heels while that tall? Talk about attention seeking.”

This would be the moment that you would snap and say something back. But all the fight in you was gone. A night full of stares and whispers had  you down to nothing. You looked away and wrapped your arms around yourself. You should’ve told him that you weren’t going to wear the heels. You were already too tall as is.

”Well, look at you.” Sylus said calmly.

”What?”

He grabbed the woman’s hand, twisting it back. “Look at you. Wearing a dress that’s too tight and too short. Weren’t you looking for attention?”

”Th-That’s not-“

”But I suppose that’s the difference between her and you, isn’t it? She’s dressed elegantly and will end the night with me worshipping her body like the goddess she is. You obviously dressed like a slut who wanted to be taken home by the end of the night, but will end up in a cold and lonely bed.”

The woman tried pulling away, her face red with embarrassment. Sylus breathed out a light chuckle. He pushed her away before focusing his attention on you. He placed his hand on the small of your back and started to lead you out of the venue.

”Sylus, that was too much.” You whispered with a faint smile.

He shook his head before placing a chaste kiss on your neck. “I was just defending you. She was being a bitch.”

”Don’t call women bitches.” You chided.

”I just speak the truth.”

”Were you speaking the truth about worshipping my body?”

”Why do you think we’re leaving?”

Caleb:

You left him alone for five minutes while at the mall food court

And suddenly he’s surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls

One of them is comparing her hand size to his

And jealousy just shoots through you

Oh, to be a cute tiny girl that everyone fawns over

But during your self pity, you don’t even notice Caleb is uncomfortable and wants to go back to you

Those girls just couldn’t stop laughing. Caleb had to go to the bathroom, leaving you alone at the table in the food court eating alone. You noticed he was taking longer than usual. So when you were about to get up to find him, you saw he was a couple feet from your table surrounded by a group of women who just couldn't help themselves.

"You're so tall!!"

One girl giggled. "Right? You must play sports! You look athletic."

"And your hands!" Another grabbed his hand. She placed her palm against his. "So big…"

That sent a fit of laughter through them. You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. You expected this to happen at some point. Looking at Caleb, it's no wonder girls go crazy over him. But watching this was just painful. Especially knowing you didn't look as nearly as cute and small as they did. You were way above the height average. You were never "cute". The compliments, if you could even call them that, was about how you towered over everyone else.

Caleb looked over at you. He gave you a sheepish smile as if silently asking for help. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. He couldn't handle himself? If you went over there and told them off, you'd be seen as a scary goliath. No, you would just sit here and sulk.

"Hey!" Caleb called your name. "Come over here!"

You sighed to yourself and reluctantly got up. You walked over to Caleb. "Yes?"

Caleb wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. He was smiling brightly. "I'd like you to meet-"

"Is she one of your friends?"

"Oh!" One of the girls looked over you. "She's so… tall!"

"Wow! I bet her hands are way bigger than mine."

The hidden venom behind their compliments stung you. You tried to hide your blushing face and looked at the ground. No one ever thought the two of you were dating. Who would date someone like you? You let out another sigh. Did he really need to subject you to this kind of embarrassment? Caleb's grip on you got tighter. He laughed. Oh. It was that laugh that he used when he was really pissed. Those girls had it in for them now.

He almost glared at the girls. "This is my girlfriend."

One of the girls frowned. "Oh."

Another leaned in to one of her friends and failed to whisper quietly enough. "Why would he date someone so tall?"

"He certainly wouldn't date someone annoying like you.' You muttered.

"Excuse me?" She scoffed. All of their expressions changed to glares.

"Oh, you're so funny." Caleb laughed and nodded his head. "But you're right. I wouldn't date them. Not when I have you."

"Weirdos."

"You're not that hot anyway." They all started to leave. It was a lie. He was that hot. But he only had eyes for you. As Caleb shot them one last glare before pulling you in a hug, your jealousy slowly melted away. He never once complained or made fun of your height. Even when you were kids and had gone through an awkward growth spurt. He loved you for you. You should've been more confident in that.

[tgcg]

this is my element (+ album)

asking me to pick my fave album is like asking an orphan matron to pick her favorite baby boy

thats some weird and cruel circumstances to put upon me i feel like it changes every damn week like a rota

i mean what if my beats misbehave and i gotta put 'em in time out i cant play permanent on that theyre too cute

but yknow what i can show you one thing thats been on my mind lately

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so when i was a kid we had this skateboard vid by "element skateboards" on DVD

they were this skateboard kit slash apparel company that was all about progressivism and shit and they did these much lauded comp tapes of dudes riding around on their boards and doing the dopest of macho tricks on the shit

flipping it turnways

putting the rock in the house like a big man

we had some of their merch actually

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so anyways the one we had back then was This Is My Element

released 2007

mostly clips from cali i think and i mean the camerawork is fucking insane on some of those shots

this is gonna sound lame as fuck but i prob spent so many cumulative hours just peelin through the footage and ogling the shit outta it

that framing was tight

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so you may be asking yourself or me

dave you genuine dicksucker i asked about your fav album not your favorite sordid ass display of smooth dudes hardcore riding and grinding them boards in public dude you have a problem

ok well that wasnt a question first of all so jot that down

but anyways to THAT i say

listen to the music

the whole thing has an original soundtrack of ambient beats

got some abstract hip hop jams, got some more indie stuff, lots of acoustic sampling

HELLA underground

and basically every track minus one is done by sampler beast david p. madson AKA "odd nosdam"

dude is my hero seriously

he is the master of the beat machine i shit you not hes always been kinda my idol on this stuff

aside from bro obviously

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obviously.

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anyways he had an E-mu SP-1200 which is a really oldschool sampler invented by dave rossum in the late 80s

revolutionary to the hip hop scene

nosdam had this mega distinct sound to his music that i always wanted to replicate on my own beats

still do

i dont know for sure if he used it on T.I.M.E. but he uses some of the same samples from "vol. 9" which was exclusively SP-1200 so im gonna get a lil j’accuzi on that

it couldve been a boss dr sampler SP-202 though idk

he had one of those

===

so aside from beating the shit out of the pause/resume button to flip my whole cranium at the cinematography or whatever i would also kinda play it on loop to listen to the soundtrack and space out at 2am

the lonely broner seemed to free his mind at night

ok shit broner is good but i didnt mean it like that

that was goofy lets just keep movin

it was the only way i had to listen to it back then but i mean the video is 50 mins long so its basically just an odd nosdam album with accompanying ambient skater sounds and random expletives and whatever

random car sequence

yknow what i dont think people respect enough?

the dude who catches all the "mad stunts yo" on camera

i swear to god at least half the time hes ALSO on a board and that shit is bananas to me

bros gotta be on some whole other level of zen to skate good AND catch all them glamor shots of his fellow skater

thats like an express ticket to the ER imo

the ambulance is already on the scene watching you like an eager crow watches a half dead dog

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ok gonna go ahead and lay it out flat

not great on a board myself

kinda dogshit at it actually

so maybe im not exactly an arbitrator of skateboard heinousness

but i always kinda liked watching THEM do it i mean who doesnt?

whats an even crazier layer to stack on the "dave" cake is

and dirk told me this because unfortunately it kinda happened post-2009

he would do all these collabs with one of my childhood favorite underground rappers david cohn aka serengeti

surrounded by daves left and right dude even before all the time travel horseshit

thats like

serendipitous as fuck i think!

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if sburb was just a revolving door of artists called dave that i could bump fists with

instead of other mes in various states of aliveness tending toward extremely dead

i wouldve probably given it something higher than 2 stars on my TGN review

===

so yeah you ask me my favorite album its T.I.M.E. by odd nosdam i guess

bump that shit on a walk your mind will go places unknown to man

[letorip]

Can you do headcanons about meeting/first date with Jenna’s characters?

meetings & first dates

very funny to think about, i really did have quite good fun writing this one. thank you as always to the anon who requested, i was happy to oblige. also this isn’t what i originally planned to put out but casual [iii] should be out soon so maybe this’ll fill the void. i'm also on holiday at the moment, so that's why i'm posting at a weird hour (5 am) my ass had a plane to catch

i think i cooked on the lorraine one, would y'all want that one too

wednesday addams

you meet her in jericho, working behind the counter of the hardware store your parents own, when she stomps inside in her rain soaked boots and down a random aisle without a word at you

when she comes back with a shovel, some duct tape, a taser, and some rope, you have to awkwardly joke that it looks like she's trying to kill something

she doesn't laugh at your joke, instead staring right back at you, and you feel yourself gulp

that's your first interaction, and you don't see her again for a few days, until she comes back to buy a box of nails, and then a week later, a bucket, and a few days after that, a plunger

you won't know it until later, but she didn't actually need the nails or the bucket, she just needed an excuse to go back to the hardware store and buy some stuff so she could get up close to you

after four or five trips of her buying the most odd, random shit, she works up the courage to actually start talking to you a bit more. after a few more trips after that, you ask her what the stuff is all for, and she lets you in on the creature in the woods killing the locals, and that she claims to have seen it

for what it's worth, you believe her immediately, about rowan and the hyde and crackstone, and you listen to her theorise, leaning on the counter until someone else comes in and asks you where the plywood is, and you have to actually go do your job. wednesday stares down the intruder, trying to smite them with her eyes, but you always give her an apologetic smile before you leave

she tells you later when you're better friends and she's confessing, but she thinks of you as an odd comfort and home that she never realised she desired, and being in the hardware store and having you smile at her gave her a single fluttering of that warmth

eventually she brings you on her investigations and her cold, dead heart is running a million miles an hour the entire time, but you have to hide how close you are to wednesday from your father, because of his passionate dislike of outcasts

wednesday comes to your back window and chucks rocks at the glass to get your attention, romeo and juliet style, so that you can sneak out

when you actually ask her out, it's before you've even kissed, and wednesday wordlessly nods yes with her mouth hanging open, before she grabs the collar of your jacket and messily kisses you for the first time

your first date is to a movie, and to a horror movie, to be more specific. you take her to get food at a local diner that's open 24 hours, super late at night, and though she makes a remark about how these restaurants were unhealthy and an indicator of what's wrong with america, she thoroughly enjoys her waffle and you even manage to get her to wear one of those silly diner hates for a moment. she doesn't admit it, but she likes making you laugh

the movie is an incredibly rough experience. you despise horror movies, but wednesday is left smiling at the screen as a man is ripped to shreds in front of your eyes

that is until she realises your discomfort, and she realises you only did this because you knew she would like it. the realisation literally blows her mind, and she watches your face contort in disgust and fear, before gently reaching over and hastily grabbing your hand

she doesn't say another word, struggling to process the new emotions until you're both done with the movie and walking home. you're ranting about how gross it was and how you would be having nightmares for weeks because of it, and then she reaches up to the back of your neck and pulls you down into another fiery kiss, right as it starts to rain

tara carpenter

you've known tara for years, since you're also from woodsboro. you went to the same elementary school and she’s known of you for a long, long time since you chased her around the playground with a lizard in your hands

tara's always liked you, and you've both always had some attraction to each other and magical chemistry, but there's always been something to keep you apart

tara's involvement with amber and then chad, and then your own girlfriends, it was never the right time for you both to explore whatever electricity you could feel between you, so you didn't until you were both well into your year at blackmore

you only really get close until you take the same film class as tara. tara takes it because she's a film major and you take it because you need the credit and it's the only option of a class that takes place after 8 in the morning

you sit right next to each other and for the whole semester, you two slowly grow closer and closer, poking each other and whispering stuff while the professor prattles on

she's the de facto film buff of the group, only rivalled by mindy, and so you go to her whenever you're working on a project, because you're definitely the type to watch stupid shit, and not the high-brow film stuff the class requires

it means you end up hanging out a lot, at the library, at the coffee shop, on the couch of her apartment. you both set up the '1 for 1' rule, in which she gets to show you a movie for ever movie you get to show her

and she shows you really annoyingly good stuff, while you make her watch utter garbage. neither of you admit it, but you end up liking some of the high-brow art she pushes and she ends up having fun with the stupid movies you show her

when she makes you watch the babadook, you make her watch hot tub time machine, when she makes you watch citizen kane, you make her watch bridesmaids, and when she makes you watch la la land, you make her watch zoolander. it's a mutual exchange of interests, and you both lean against each other when you watch them on the couch or on her bed

paddington absolutely makes tara carpenter cry, there, i said it, and you show it to her and hug her when she does

things are genuinely just so easy and perfect with you, and it's so natural in a way that is unnatural for tara, but in a good way. you're unlike anyone she's ever been with, and it's refreshing and new in a way that's so exciting when you both kiss during the movie before sunrise

that's why it's so funny when your first date goes absolutely awfully

it rains on you, while you both walk to the restaurant and neither of you brought an umbrella because it wasn't projected to rain. then the sushi place you're bringing her to completely forgets your reservation and you're both waiting 30 minutes to get a table, and to top matters off, you end up being allergic to a fish you try for the first time, and need to get taken in hospital

you're not even choking really, just broken out into hives and feeling lightheaded, and tara's in the ambulance with you on the way there, and you're both talking casually, like "how was your day?"

you both get there and realise tara forgot her phone at the restaurant, and whereas anyone else would be pissed and call it a terrible date and give up, you both are fucking laughing your heads off at how cartoonishly awful the date went, even though it's a hospital, and that probably isn't the right place to be laughing in

when you're released super late that night, you both end up just wandering around new york until the late hours of the morning, just talking and occasionally holding hands. tara mentions that it reminds her of la la land, and you kiss, and what would've been a deal-breaking, awful date for anyone else just becomes something you shared with each other, and brings you even more in love

reminds me of the song ant pile by dominic fike

lorraine day

you meet lorraine as the kid of the new corn farmer in town, after your grandfather gets too old to be able to maintain his land by himself. your father has to come back and take over, due to his declining health, and you first see each other when lorraine and her daddy come to say hello and talk business for cow feed

she spots you in the back, leaning on the fence next to the field with your arms crossed and your hat pulled low, and you're just watching her and her dad talking to yours with a frown

she's set on edge by your presence, even though you're not really part of the conversation. she has to stop herself when she realises she keeps looking over at you every couple seconds, and you're still just staring at her and her father in a way that isn't exactly friendly

your dad is a generally nice guy, and he gives her your name in a passing mention and graciously accepts the pie lorraine's momma made to bring to the new partners, but it overall isn't a great first impression, and she decides right there in her daddy's truck on the ride home that she doesn't like you very much

when you're brought up again, it's by her father a week or so later. he's mentioning how helpful you are around your grandfather's farm over dinner, saying how your grandfather is blessed to have someone so good-hearted, and lorraine can’t help but remember the look of you glowering against the fence at them and doubt how true that is

she still doesn't like you, when you actually talk for the first time. RJ is bringing her home after an incredibly awkward date and gets a flat, and just as it starts to rain, guess who spots her and decides to pull over in their rusty ass pickup truck with a weird look on your face that lorraine can't help but assume is smugness

your truck bed is full of tools and supplies for your grandfather's farm and you haven't got a spare on you, but you know there's one in the shed on your farm. there's only one seat open in your truck, and even though lorraine heavily hints to RJ that she doesn't want to go, she's volunteered, as RJ doesn't want to leave his van on the side of the road, even though there's not many people who would touch the piece of junk

you snort when he insinuates that lorraine wouldn't be strong enough to fend off anyone who would take the van, and even though she's equally as miffed by RJ's assumption she's a bit annoyed by you defending her

the ride home is incredibly tense and neither of you say much until you're pulling into your yard and you say, "for the record, i highly doubt he'll be fending anyone off either." it's funny and it almost makes her laugh until she remembers she decided she didn't like you and she has to get serious again, and tells you not to talk about her boyfriend that way, and you don't say anything for the rest of the time you're helping her

she sits in the truck watching you from the wing mirror as you roll the spare out from your shed and then hoist it into the truck bed, looking sweaty and muscles tensing with effort. even though you're kind of annoying, you're tanned and you're fit, and it's something she can't help but notice whenever she goes to your farm in search of her father, who sometimes comes over to buy corn for his cattle

you both naturally start to grow into something resembling a friendship. you'll shoot the shit when you're not working, leaning on the handle of a shovel half in the ground, and lorraine will walk over and just kind of talk to you for a while. she doesn't even really realise the annoyance has melted away until it smacks her in the face that she was really wrong about you

your first date isn't actually a date until it's over. lorraine is at a lake day with her friends when one shows up with you in tow. she didn't even realise you had friends, but you're there with them and you look damn good in your swim suit, and you actually start talking a little bit about leaving the big city for your grandfather

you're all having fun, swimming around and talking, and she sees you're pretty funny when you want to be. it's kind of jarring to see just how wrong she was about you, and you both end up dancing around to your friend playing guitar and singing along

you end up being her ride home, and though there's still an underlying tension in the air, this time your truck is full of laughter and you're both actually talking. about halfway through, you accidentally let it slip that you asked your friend if lorraine was going to be there, and though the tips of your ears are red and you're apologising, lorraine can't help but reach right over and kiss you, and suddenly everything feels right in the world

cairo sweet

you meet her on the first day of creative writing, as the new student at your school, and mr. miller's seating chart places you directly next to her. she stares at you a bit, as if unimpressed by your existence, and you stare right back at her, equally as unimpressed

though you're new, you quickly skyrocket to incredible academic success, and cairo is enraged to find that with the transfer of credits, you're now really the valedictorian, sweeping it from underneath her feet at the very end of her senior year

with that, she absolutely despises you and everything you stand for

you have to trade papers for peer grading and while you calmly grade it at first, when you see that yours is covered in marks and cairo is being absolutely brutal beyond belief, nitpicking every little punctuation mark and symbol she can, you get a bit annoyed and start doing the exact same thing to her

it's a giant game of one-upping the other, and you guys repeatedly mess with each other like a chess match of fucking each other over. neither of you will admit you find the other annoyingly magnetic and captivating, you instead resort to messing with each other's standings

you both are duking it out over each little test grade, as cairo desperately tries to regain her spot at number one and you attempt to fend her off and keep your place. she'll brag about her perfect score on the calculus exam, and then you'll clap back with your extra credit. you absolutely dominate her in maths and sciences but she has you beat in creative writing and histories

winnie is greatly amused by the whole ordeal, and keeps insisting to cairo that you both should get it over with and fuck already but she scoffs and claims to resent the implication. doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it, though

her involvement with mr. miller is something she's only doing to maintain her spot as mr. miller's favourite student. cairo has the writing skill to back it up and is incredibly gifted with the pen, but you ooze a certain charisma that makes the teachers around you all giant fans, and she would be lying if she didn't say she was worried you would pull mr. miller's recommendation letter with it, and steal it right out from under her. it's entirely possible for a teacher to write more than one recommendation letter, she just wants the satisfaction of being the first one to get it

when you're partnered up on a group writing project that needs to be done in pairs, cairo sees it as the perfect opportunity to gather intel on you. another thing she hates is how mysterious you are, and how not many people actually know that much about you, other than how pleasant you are

she insists it has to happen at your house, and though you try to argue, she insists it has to be the case. it surprises her, when she puts your address into her phone and she sees it's a small one bedroom apartment in a bad part of town, without air conditioning and with terrible plumbing, and that your father works three jobs to support you

she doesn't know what she expected, but that's definitely not it, with your ability to dress and intelligence. suddenly her arch nemesis gains a third dimension, and she understands just how hard you work

though you're guarded at first, you both actually slowly discover that you don't exactly mind the other that much. you still want to keep your spot and she desperately wants it for her own, but you say something silly and it makes her laugh- really laugh- for what feels like the first time in a long time

you work together on the project more and more, and suddenly she's enjoying your company and wanting you around. she's definitely a little bit disgusted by that at first, but it's something she can't deny

she asks you on your first date to a poetry reading on a saturday, and you're a bit confused since the group project is already over, but you decide to go anyways and you have a great time. you say something profound after one of the poems, and cairo's eyes just drop to your lips in a weird amazement

she's dragging you to the bathroom immediately before the next poem can even start, and i don't think i have to say what happens next, but it's messy and there's lipstick everywhere

your father snorts when you get home that night, and there's dark red lipstick smudged all over your lips and a bit down your neck, and you roll your eyes at him with a smile

[ay4tou]

motorcycle trouble | james lee x reader

summary: when a persistent guy won’t take no for an answer, james lee shows up just in time to rescue you — with a motorcycle and a bit of attitude.

author's note: this was inspired by a segment of deciphered on ao3 where cypher picks y/n up, but you know, without the ass slapping and stuff. 😭

im probably gonna post my fics rotting from my notes app first before i accept taking requests... this is gonna be a lot | masterlist

It had been one of those exhausting days. You’d spent the entire afternoon running between your classes, barely catching a break. Your mind was spinning from all the notes and lectures, and all you really wanted was to sit down, relax, and finally breathe.

You were leaning against the steps outside the student center with a few friends, hoping for a little peace before your next class.

You hadn’t seen James in a while. He was always busy with his own schedule, and you’d gotten used to not crossing paths much these days.

As you sighed, scrolling through your phone, a guy approached you. You didn’t recognize him, but he flashed a smile as he stood in front of you.

"Hey,” he said, giving you a grin. “I’ve seen you around. Want to grab a drink sometime?”

You barely looked up from your phone, your patience already wearing thin. “Not interested,” you muttered.

He stepped closer, unphased. “Come on, just one drink. It won’t hurt.”

“I said no,” you replied, a little more firmly this time, but he didn’t take the hint.

"Why not? I’m good-looking, and I’m tall. A lot of girls would love to be with someone like me, you know?”

Before you could respond again, you heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. Your head snapped toward the sound, and sure enough, there he was.

He rode in on his black motorcycle, the engine growling as he revved it just a little for extra effect. You could see students stopping in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at him. The guy from a moment ago froze in place, his face dropping as James pulled up and parked the bike right in front of you.

He took off his helmet and flashed you that trademark smirk that made your heart skip a beat. He popped a lollipop and walked over to you. He had that effortless confidence, the kind that made everyone stop and stare.

“Hey,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. “Ready to go?”

Your friends were still stunned by James Lee's arrival, and you could feel their eyes practically burning holes in your back as you tried not to look too obvious.

The guy who had just tried to pick you up stood there, mouth agape, clearly fuming at the scene unfolding before him.

“Uhh…” one of your friends whispered, “Is this really happening?”

“Yep,” you replied with a laugh.

"Sorry, my boyfriend's here.” you glanced back at the man who was stunned and was looking frustrated at the same time.

You didn’t need to say anything else. James had already reached out, giving you a playful nod toward his motorcycle.

With a shrug, you shot one last look at your friends. “Guess I’m going with him. See you later!”

As you climbed onto the bike behind James, you could feel the eyes of the campus still on you. The man who had tried to pick you up? He looked like he was about to combust from anger.

You climbed onto the motorcycle behind him, feeling a little shaken but glad to be away from the weird situation. As he started the engine and revved it up, the sound drowned out any lingering tension.

“You sure know how to make an entrance,” you said, smirked as the bike took off down the road.

“Your friends are probably talking about you right now,” James said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the engine.

“I know,” you replied, laughing. “I think they’ll survive.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get over it. But you might have a few jealous stares tomorrow.”

“I can handle it,” you said with a grin, leaning against him as the bike raced through the streets. “Besides, I think I just made my point.”

“You definitely did,” James said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Let’s make sure the next time someone tries to hit on you, they know you’ve got better options.”

[bunni-v1]

Aommgg

Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

[no1blacksapphirefan]

I am BEGGINGGGG anything with elder faerie!!! On my hands and knees for his tag to have more stuff!! Idc if it’s angst fluff platonic romantic or DMUT JUST LET ME HAVE MY MANNNN (also he NEEDS to come home or I’m gonna crash out)

Thanks for listening

I GOTCHU ANON. I hope I didn’t write him OOC. I actually got him recently too!!

Okok so hear me out (since you didn't say any au, I hope it's okay that it's not self-aware like my previous posts <33)

Idk what to call this AU or if it'll ever be an ongoing thought. But hear me out:

You accidentally wander into one of the witches home, you just wanted to explore. You loved exploring...even if it was a deep forest that spooked others. You were cold though so when you found a house, you gently knocked on the door. Hoping for some warmth until you set off to go back home.

When no one answered and your hands feeling like they'll fall off. You desperate knocked again, the door opening ajar...did they forget to lock the door? You didn't want to think of that, despite your better judgement you entered and were immediately hit with warmth. You'll just stay for a bit, warm up before heading home. You'd just have to be quick so you're not caught...

However as you were warming up, you heard the door opening again, scared and in a panic, an accident happened. You didn't know what happened, you didn't know if you wanted to know but god now your body was on the ground and in pain. Maybe you should've let the frost bit get you...

"...Are you alright?"

Came a voice, startled, you quickly whip around and pause. Looking up your eyes meet with pale blue ones (his eyes are pale blue right? Maybe I can't see colours well) His eyes showed concern. When you didn't respond he lent out a hand to help you up.

You snap out of your thoughts and take his hand, he gently pulls you up before seemingly checking for injuries.

"...Follow me, let's check with a healer to ensure your okay, if your legs hurt you can hold onto my arm"

Man was his voice nice...and he's pretty...okay wait no, you just met him. You nod slightly, carefully hugging his arm as he leads you to a small village. There you got checked up, they asked you questions but you didn't know how to answer them.

Okay well you did but as you were at the healers you realised you turned into a cookie. Nothing fun about learning that. You lied to them, saying you didn't remember much from your past. How could you tell them??

Apparently your injuries seemed pretty bad, not the worst thing possible but it was recommended to get rest. And as Elder Faerie learnt you apparently didn't have any family or friends to help take care of you? He offered to let you stay with him until you got better.

It was weird at first, he'd check in on you in the mornings before he left for his own work, some knights coming over to make sure you were okay. The first time you two had a proper conversation, like it wasn't stopped by perhaps Elder Faeries duties, was when you saw how tired he looked one day before he left.

He's done so much for you, helped you get better and made attempts to get to know you, help you with your "memory lost" he was so kind. Even the faerie knights say so, he truly was the best person to guard the tree. But with all this care he has for others, where was the care for him? You knew it was there but...

When Elder Faerie returned home that day, he smelled the cooking of food, wandering in the kitchen he watches you set the table, as you look up and spot him, you're startled a bit.

"S-sorry! Um...I made you dinner..."

"You didn't need too"

"I wanted too"

He paused, looking at the food once more before nodding and sitting down. He thanked you. That's the day the two of you truly got to know each other, you almost forgot you were pretending to now have memories of your past as you talked about previous moments in your life.

Though it seemed like he didn't care, he was enjoying his time with you. That wouldn't be the first occurrence the two of you had where you cared for him. On some days you really urged him to take a day off, even managing to convince some of the knights to fill in. You believed he was overworking himself.

You started visiting him, bringing lunches to ensure he was eating and of course you'd bring some for the other knights. Watching you smile and laugh with other faerie knights stirred something in Elder Faerie one day. He couldn't describe it.

It struck him one day when he agreed to watch the stars with you. You happily looked at the sky and pointed out silly constellations.

"Could you think of anything more pretty than stars?"

"I believe so"

It took him awhile to realise he was staring at you when he said that, he coughed and looked away. Avoiding your own stare and small blush.

Even after so long, after you healed. After he said you're free to go back to your own life, it was evident between the two of you that the home you wanted was with him. And he too also didn't want you to go.

His home was yours now, you had molded yourself into his life and he didn't complain. He wouldn't, if anything he thanked whatever deity was out there that made this happen. Be it fate or just a coincidence that he found you? It didn't matter.

What mattered to him was your safety, he cared about you more than he ever thought he would. You cared about him, making sure he was properly caring for himself in return. And even though the two of you never said it, other knights were already talking about your loving relationship. At this point, you're already a married couple even without the official ceremony.

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Until beast yeast

Okok so Im actually not to sure how this turned out, I have a love hate relationship with this piece I am so sorry if it isn't good anon </3 I hope I did Elder Faerie justice for you (Might've rambled too much on this ngl)

[hanichani]

hii!! could u do a skz (preferably i.n or ot8) when they have an idol!so and they reveal their relationship??

hi anon!! i tried to make this kind of as realistic as possible but at the same time i feel like jyp would never let this happen so this is what i came up with😭

Pairing: ot8 x gn!idol!reader Genre: fluff, a tiny bit angsty i guess Warnings: none that i could think of, everyone's stressing Word count: 1,3k

i hope you like it <3 (sorry it took so long)

Channie

realistically, i don’t think chan would want to reveal the relationship up until after the peak of their career if ever. i feel like he’s just too tied down by all the responsibilities he has towards the company. but i also think that out of all of the other members he would do the best at consoling you if you ever wanted to go public and he told you no. he would feel so bad but it’s just something he knows he can’t risk. and a big part of why he wouldn’t do it is that he’s afraid you’d receive hate so he’s really just trying to protect you and your career.

if the relationship ever got leaked, boy would have to do so much damage control. even if it’s accepted by everyone and actually somehow boosts your careers and only has good outcomes. mans would be out there writing apology letters like “hi, this is stray kids’ bang chan and i’m so sorry i lied to you all about my relationship.” like it’s not his private business.

Lee know

lee know would throw in little quips and hints during things like skz code and stuff. do you know how he talked about the friend he went to japan with and said he was his boyfriend? he’d do that with you as well. pretend that he’s joking and when they’re all asked about your group he’d say “yea, we hung out once. they’re actually my partner now.” and then do the little :] smile. hannie would obviously throw in a little “what about me?” and then the whole mention about your relationship goes unnoticed. but he would try to slowly get there through hints.

if this relationship ever got leaked, he’d come over that same day with the biggest smile on his face. i feel like he’d genuinely be happy and i think someday, down the line, he’d confirm it on his own by sending a not the most flattering picture of you surrounded with his cats to bubble. for which you’d scold him later. 

Changbin

i feel like changbin would really want to tell EVERYONE. like, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend and he wants to tell the world. but he knows he can’t. he would also just mention you during skz talker and stuff. i think he’d show the camera a video of you doing a dance trend or something and be like “waaah, aren’t they so talented?” meanwhile in his head he’s also adding “and they’re all mine”.

he’s happy as well when the relationship gets leaked. is even happier that it happens around the time of your new comeback because now he can do your dance challenge with you and not feel weird about it. wouldn’t address it but in his next vlog, he tells the staff not to blur you out anymore. (which i know that they don’t really post vlogs anymore BUT BINNIE’S WERE MY FAVORITE AND I MISS THEM OKAY) 

Hyunjin

feel like hyune would be STRESSED when you first bring up the idea of going public. he’d tell you that he’ll think about it but is probably the most open to it. he’d have a meeting about it with the higher ups and you would too but it would be a while before they actually allowed you to do it. 

when it does happen, i think it would just be him posting pictures from a versace event and then the last picture would be the two of you together. your back pressed against his chest, his hand placed over your stomach and your hand reaching back to hold his face while looking at each other. you’d obviously be wearing your versace outfits and the caption would be something like “thank you donatella, me and my y/n enjoyed the event so much”. safe to say stays go crazy and your fandom does as well.

Jisung

i think hannie wouldn’t be comfortable revealing it but we all know boy has a big mouth. i think he’d just leak his own relationship tbh. yk how sometimes he just speaks poems about how he’s so fond of minho? one question asked about you and he’s spilling on air. “ah y/n? yeah, i’ve never met anyone as hard working… well, except for my members. yeah, they’re just so amazing and we match so well, you know. it was honestly like out of a fairytale. i mean, um… like… you know, like the friendship?” and then chan is jumping into the conversation and changing the topic, thank god for his leader. 

he’d be terrified after but you’re there to calm him down. at some point you get asked about it in an interview and you decide to just clear it up. “did you hear what stray kids’ han said about you the other day?” the interviewer asks. “ah yeah. adorable, wasn’t he? i have to say, it really was like out of a fairytale. it might sound corny but we just clicked so well, you know.” you smile and wave into the camera, mouthing a hi baby because you just know that he’s going to watch this interview the moment it comes out. (chan is beyond stressed because of you two)

Felix

lixie would love the idea of going public but he would be too scared of the consequences i think. feel like it would be similar to hyunjin because he would want you at all of his events and at some point the fans start to be like…hmm is it a coincidence that they always appear together at the same events. but obviously that’s not enough to just assume that you’re both dating.

at some point lix accidentally sends the wrong picture to bubble and it’s a picture where you’re cuddled together in bed and you’re kissing his cheek. he meant to send the one of him alone that he took when you went to the bathroom. he’s freaked out but then he just kind of accepts it and is happy because so much pressure has just been taken off his shoulders. the next picture of the two of you that appears on bubble is sent intentionally with a bunch of light blue hearts.

Seungmin

seungmin would absolutely NOT want to reveal the relationship. he has a reputation to uphold as the grumpy one. that’s what he says but really he’s just too scared of the reactions and feedback. he doesn’t mind getting hate, he feels used to that but he doesn’t want you to receive it. he’s also worried that people would put you down for dating him out of everyone else. this leads to you both having a looong conversation where he starts sobbing at some point because he does feel insecure but he never lets himself feel those things unless it’s with you.

this in turn makes him realize that you are very important to him and now he’s even more conflicted. should he tell everyone that you’re his or should he work even harder to protect your relationship. in the end, he decides to let you make the decision. he’s happy with whatever you choose as long as you’re by his side.

Jeongin

i think innie would actually be the one to bring this up with you. after they all get their instagrams, hyunjin gets his piercing and the company lets more loose in general, he feels that it could go through. so he brings it up with jyp and gets the green light (which is not realistic at all but let’s pretend for the sake of this drabble).

i know that innie doesn’t do the ootd posts anymore but i think it would be so cute if he revealed it through that. he would post an ootd post and then on some of the pictures you’re there as well. just a power couple posing together. and then also, some of the more observing fans would notice that hey, isn’t that innie’s shirt that y/n was wearing in their new post. and hey isn’t that the same bag that y/n has in jeongin’s new post? it’d just be really cute because you’d both be so excited about it and flaunting it. 

a/n: requests are open by the way!!!