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[hidakka]

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@beomeomow’s request for a spamtenna nose touch…

[palesweetsdeer]

Some Swiss stretching, gotta keep that gazelle body flexible

[2b4st4r]

hiiii. i love your writing sm😭 Could I request a Zoro fic that goes from VERY ANGSTY to comfort/fluff? Like they fought and it was heated/bad but they have this rule that if one of them opens their arms for a hug, the other one has to accept it?

pls i saw a tiktok abt the rule and i thought it would absolutely be so perfect for him 😭😭

The Sunny’s Silent Embrace

Zoro x F!Reade

Words: 5,488

Warnings: Verbal cruelty, Emotional intensity, toxic communication, female reader.

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The Thousand Sunny rocked violently, a toy in the raging hands of the Grand Line. Rain lashed against the portholes of the galley, each drop a percussive beat accompanying the growl of thunder that seemed to shake the very bones of the ship. Inside, the air was thick with a different kind of storm—the heavy silence of defeat. The recent battle had been a brutal, unexpected loss, a collective blow that had landed squarely on the Straw Hats' collective gut.

You stood at the sink, the warm water doing little to thaw the ice gripping your chest. Your hands moved mechanically, scrubbing at plates that felt impossibly heavy. Sanji, bless his chivalrous heart, had offered to take over the cleaning, his voice a low rumble of concern, but you'd waved him off. The rhythmic motion was a distraction, a small anchor in the tumultuous seas of your mind.

But it wasn't just the sting of defeat that clung to you. It was Zoro. The thought of him, just a few rooms away, eating with the others, twisted something inside you. You and Zoro. The crew’s unwavering pillars, their steady calm in any crisis, the ones everyone looked to when things got truly dire. And yet, here you were, a chasm between you, built from the debris of an argument that had erupted amidst the chaos of battle. It had been quick, sharp, and unfinished, swallowed by the roar of the fight.

You replayed it in your mind, the specific moment that had shattered your usual seamless understanding. It had been during the scramble to protect a civilian outpost. You’d urged him to fall back, to regroup, seeing the overwhelming numbers closing in. But he, ever the stubborn sword-saint, had pushed forward, his focus solely on the immediate threat. “Just cut through them!” he’d grunted, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic edge of frustration. Your own retort had been a sharp, “That’s not always the answer, Zoro! We have to think strategically!” The words had barely left your lips before the true pandemonium of battle had enveloped you, tearing you apart and leaving the accusation hanging, unresolved, in the smoky air.

It wasn't that you two didn’t argue. Those instances were as rare as a calm day on the Grand Line, but when they did happen, they hit with the force of a tidal wave. Yet, even in those moments of fiery disagreement, you had a rule, a silent pact forged in the deep understanding of your intertwined lives: if one opened their arms, the other was bound to accept the embrace. It was a lifeline, a forced surrender to comfort, a promise that no matter how heated things got, your love for each other would always prevail.

But now, even that seemed fragile. The tension between you two was a palpable thing, a heavy cloak draped over the entire crew. They saw it, felt it, and their usual boisterous energy was muted, replaced by a quiet watchfulness. You were the mother hen of the Straw Hats, kind and nurturing, quick with a comforting word or a knowing glance. But you also had an unwavering spine of steel. You didn't suffer fools, and you certainly wouldn't let anyone, not even the people you loved most, stomp all over you. Not anymore. The past had taught you that lesson with brutal efficiency, leaving scars that ensured you would always voice your concerns, your opinions, your boundaries.

The warmth of the dishwater was a stark contrast to the cold knot in your stomach. You glanced out the porthole, seeing nothing but a blur of grey rain and furious waves. He was out there, in the dining area, probably oblivious to the silent turmoil raging within you. Or maybe not. Maybe he felt it too, this gnawing distance that felt utterly foreign to your shared world. You longed for his presence, the steadying weight of his arm around you, the comforting scent of him. But the unresolved words, the sharp exchange, hung in the air, a barrier you both seemed unwilling, or perhaps unable, to cross. Not yet.

You stacked the last sparkling plate, the familiar click a small victory against the turbulent weather outside. Wiping your hands on a towel, you surveyed the now-clean galley, a faint sense of accomplishment settling over you. Your stomach rumbled, a reminder that despite the emotional storm, your body still craved sustenance.

Opening the pantry, you grabbed a bowl and filled it with a generous portion of Sanji’s creamy seafood chowder, the rich aroma instantly warming you from the inside out. He always made it just right, packed with tender chunks of fish and plump shrimp, a perfect comfort food for a day like this.

Plate in hand, you pushed open the galley door, stepping into the dining room. The usual cacophony of the Straw Hats was muted, the boisterous laughter replaced by the drumming of rain against the sturdy portholes and a smattering of low, hushed conversations. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for an empty seat, but your gaze snagged on the most familiar one. It was your spot, the one you always claimed without thinking – right next to Zoro.

He was there, as expected, hunched over his own meal, eating in that silent, focused way of his. The space beside him seemed to hum with an unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the usual warmth that emanated from your joined presences. The rest of the crew, scattered around the large table, seemed to be conversing in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally flicking between you and the silent swordsman.

With a sigh that no one seemed to notice over the rain, you made your way to the table. The wooden floorboards creaked softly under your steps. You pulled out the chair beside Zoro and, with a subtle clatter of the bowl against the wood, plopped down.

The sound of the rain outside seemed to amplify in the sudden quiet, as if the ship itself was holding its breath. You picked up your spoon, stirring the rich chowder, trying to appear nonchalant, as if the heavy atmosphere was just a figment of your imagination. You listened as Franky described some minor repairs he’d made to the Sunny, his voice a rare subdued rumble, and Usopp chimed in with a story about a close call he’d had earlier. Robin offered a quiet, insightful remark, and Chopper fretted over the general well-being of everyone after the rough battle.

Then, a cheerful, familiar voice cut through the muted conversation. Luffy, who had been devouring a mountain of meat, looked up, his wide grin instantly brightening the room despite the circumstances.

“Y/N! You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his voice full of genuine delight, completely oblivious to the lingering tension. "We were just talking about... well, mostly about how hungry we all are!"

His innocent interruption effectively halted the low chatter, drawing all eyes to you. You offered him a small, tired smile, feeling a flicker of warmth from his usual effervescent spirit. The weight in the air, however, remained.You offered Luffy a soft smile, a genuine warmth briefly touching your eyes. "Hey, Luffy. Yeah, I just finished up in the galley. This chowder smells amazing." You gestured to your bowl before taking a spoonful, savoring the rich, creamy flavor.

The conversation slowly picked back up, though the underlying tension remained. Chopper recounted his part in the battle, his small voice tinged with a familiar frustration about not being able to heal everyone at once. Franky chimed in with observations about the enemy's unexpected tactics, and Nami, ever the strategist, began to dissect the flow of the fight, wondering aloud where they had gone wrong, her brow furrowed in thought.

You listened, contributing a nod here and there, the warmth of the chowder a stark contrast to the cold knot still residing in your stomach. Zoro, as usual when a post-battle debriefing began, remained silent. He just ate, his gaze fixed on his plate, his jaw working steadily.

"I think," you finally interjected, setting your spoon down with a soft click against the bowl, "that our biggest mistake was underestimating their numbers. We went in thinking it was a standard skirmish, but they kept pulling out more reinforcements. And..." You paused, glancing briefly at Zoro before looking back at Nami, "...we got separated too quickly. When we split up, our usual coordination went out the window."

Your voice was calm, clear, and unwavering, as it always was when you voiced your tactical insights. You didn't shy away from pointing out flaws, even your own. It was a trait the crew relied on, a way to learn and grow from their setbacks.

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled from beside you. Zoro finally lifted his head, his single visible eye glinting with an uncharacteristic sharpness.

"So," he drawled, his voice a low, rough rasp, "you're saying we should've just run away then? Or maybe just stood there and waited for an invitation to fight on their terms?" He let out another scoff. "Always got an opinion, don't you? Especially when it's about what everyone else did wrong."

The words hung in the air, cutting through the already thick atmosphere like a sharpened blade. The crew went silent, all eyes wide and fixed on the two of you. Luffy had even stopped chewing.

You felt a hot flush creep up your neck. You hadn't expected such a direct, sarcastic attack, especially not from him, and not in front of everyone. Your jaw tightened. "That's not what I said, Zoro, and you know it," you replied, your voice losing its calm edge, a hint of steel entering it. "I'm talking about strategy, about adapting to the situation, not about cowardice. There's a difference between a tactical retreat and running away."

He merely grunted, pushing his empty plate away from him with a scrape that grated on your nerves. "Right. And you're always so good at judging everyone's 'tactics' from the sidelines, aren't you?" His gaze met yours, colder than you'd ever seen it. "Maybe if you'd focused less on telling others what to do, and more on keeping up, we wouldn't have had this problem."

A sharp, incredulous laugh escaped your lips, devoid of any humor. "Keep up, Zoro? Keep up?" Your voice rose, the controlled facade you usually wore crumbling under the weight of his barbed words. "I was trying to make sure we didn't walk into a trap! Someone has to think beyond just 'cut 'em down,' you know! Someone has to think about the crew, about the innocent people we're supposed to be protecting, not just the next swing of their sword!"

He slammed his fist on the table, a loud thud that made the plates jump. "And someone has to have the guts to actually fight instead of standing there analyzing every single variable! Sometimes, Y/N, you just have to act! Your 'thinking' got us bogged down, got us scattered, and it almost got innocent people hurt because you hesitated!"

Your eyes blazed, the usual warmth replaced by a furious fire. "Hesitated? I was being prudent! Something you seem utterly incapable of! You charge in, headfirst, every single time, and expect everyone else to just clean up your mess!" You gestured around the silent room, at the stunned faces of your nakama. "Look at us, Zoro! Look at what your impulsiveness cost us today! We lost more than just a fight; we lost valuable time, valuable resources, and we almost lost people because you couldn't listen for one damn second!"

His face hardened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "And what about your 'prudence,' Y/N? You're so busy being the rational one, the 'mother hen' who has to guide everyone, that you forget to actually trust us! You act like we're a bunch of helpless idiots who need you to constantly point out every single flaw, every single mistake! Maybe if you weren't so busy 'correcting' everyone, you'd actually be present in the fight!"

The words hit you like a physical blow, stripping away layers of carefully constructed composure. "Trust you?" Your voice was barely a whisper now, thick with unshed tears, but the raw pain in it echoed through the silent room. "I've always trusted you, Zoro! More than anyone! And I thought you trusted me! But clearly, that trust only extends as far as me agreeing with every damn reckless move you make!" You pushed your chair back with a violent scrape, standing abruptly. "Maybe I am too much of a 'mother hen' for this crew! Maybe my 'prudence' is just a burden to your boundless ambition! But at least I don't just blindly stumble through life, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake!"

He rose too, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "And at least I don't constantly try to second-guess everyone, especially when they're in the middle of a damn fight! Maybe you should just stick to your dishes, Y/N, since you're so good at cleaning up after everyone else!"

The air in the room became brittle, ready to shatter. The rain outside seemed to intensify, matching the storm brewing within. The crew watched, horrified, as the two people who were supposed to be their anchors, their unwavering strength, tore each other apart.

A gasp rippled through the room, quickly stifled. You stood frozen, your hand gripping the back of your chair so tightly your knuckles turned white. The accusation, the sheer, dismissive cruelty in his voice, hung in the air, a physical blow.

"Just stick to your dishes," he'd said. "Since you're so good at cleaning up after everyone else."

Before you could even formulate a retort, before the searing pain could fully register, Zoro pressed on, his voice a low, venomous hiss, "Or maybe you should just go back to being the 'helpless little orphan' everyone always had to save, huh? Is that what you want? To be 'taken care of' again, because you can't stand to actually pull your own weight?"

The world tilted. The rain outside, the groaning of the ship, the stunned faces of your crewmates—it all faded into a dull hum. That detail, about your childhood, about the orphanage you’d barely escaped, the endless feeling of being a burden, the constant need for others to 'save' you—it was a vulnerability, a deep-seated insecurity you had only ever shared with him, in the quiet, safe moments of your shared intimacy. It was a wound he knew intimately, a truth you’d laid bare, trusting him completely. And he had just weaponized it.

The silence that followed was absolute, suffocating. Even the incessant drumming of the rain seemed to cease. Every eye in the room was fixed on Zoro, then on you. Your anger, so fierce just moments before, dissolved into a chilling, hollow ache. Your expression, once fiery, settled into something utterly cold and distant. It was a look of profound betrayal, a raw, exposed hurt that cut deeper than any words.

You simply stared at him, your eyes wide and unblinking, the vivid emerald of them now clouded with a pain that spoke volumes. The anger was still there, but it was overshadowed by a desolate emptiness. Without a word, without breaking eye contact for a single, agonizing second, you turned.

The scrape of your chair as you pushed it in was unnaturally loud in the oppressive quiet. You walked to the door, your steps slow and deliberate, each one a hammer blow against the silence. Just as your hand reached the doorknob, a rough, guttural sound tore from Zoro’s throat.

"Y-Y/N!" he rasped, his voice uncharacteristically strained, a note of desperation, perhaps even regret, lacing his tone.

You didn't pause. You didn't even flinch. With a soft click, you opened the door and stepped out, vanishing into the storm-lashed corridor, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of seafood chowder and a shattered calm in your wake. The door swung shut behind you with a soft thud.

Zoro sank back into his chair, the sound of the closing door an echo in the suddenly cavernous room. He picked up his fork, his knuckles white around the handle, and resumed eating, his gaze fixed on his plate, avoiding everyone's eyes. His jaw was clenched, a muscle working furiously. He devoured his food with a grim, almost violent determination, as if trying to swallow down the words he'd just spat out.

The rest of the crew remained frozen. Luffy's usual boundless energy had completely deflated, his eyes wide and unblinking, his half-eaten meat forgotten. Nami looked pale, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes darting from the closed door to Zoro, a mixture of shock and utter disbelief etched on her face. Usopp’s jaw hung open, his usually expressive face a mask of profound dismay. Chopper whimpered, burying his face in Robin’s side, trembling. Robin’s expression was unreadable, but her eyes were narrowed, a dark intensity in their depths as she observed Zoro. Sanji’s lit cigarette dangled forgotten from his lips, a wisp of smoke curling upwards as he stared, his face a tight mask of icy fury directed squarely at the green-haired swordsman. Franky's usual loud demeanor was replaced by a stunned silence, his cybernetic arm resting heavily on the table, his sunglasses doing little to hide the shock in his eyes. And Brook simply sat, his skeletal hand clutching his cane, his empty eye sockets conveying a silent, bone-deep sorrow. No one spoke. The only sounds were the incessant roar of the rain, and the almost savage clinking of Zoro’s fork against his plate.

The silence at dinner stretched, thick and suffocating. No one dared to speak, to break the fragile, shattered peace that now hung over the Sunny's dining room. Zoro continued to eat, each movement of his fork a grating sound in the oppressive quiet. His face was a mask, unreadable and stark, yet the tension in his shoulders and the rigid set of his jaw spoke volumes of an internal battle. He didn't look up, didn't acknowledge the accusing stares, the pitying glances, or the sheer horror etched on the faces of his crewmates. It was as if he had walled himself off, a formidable fortress of guilt and stubborn pride.

Nami eventually pushed her plate away, the remains of her meal untouched. She glanced at Sanji, who was still fuming silently, then at Luffy, whose boundless appetite seemed to have vanished. Even Usopp and Chopper, usually the first to break any awkward silence, remained uncharacteristically subdued. Robin simply watched Zoro, her expression serene but her eyes holding a deep, knowing sadness. The storm outside continued to rage, mirroring the tempest that had just torn through their bonds. It was the worst argument they had ever witnessed between the two people who were the very bedrock of their crew.

Meanwhile, you were far from the stifling atmosphere of the dining room. You hadn't gone to your shared cabin; the thought of being in such a confined space with the lingering scent of him, the memories of your shattered intimacy, was unbearable. Instead, you found yourself on the upper deck, exposed to the full fury of the Grand Line.

The rain plastered your clothes to your skin, stinging your face with its cold onslaught. The wind howled, a mournful cry that seemed to echo the ache in your chest. You didn't care about getting soaked, didn't notice the chill that seeped into your bones. All you felt was the searing burn of his words, the shocking betrayal of him weaponizing your deepest vulnerability.

You walked to the railing, gripping the wet wood so hard your fingers ached. The Sunny bucked and swayed, battling against the relentless waves, but its struggle felt insignificant compared to the turmoil within you. Tears, indistinguishable from the rain streaming down your face, blurred your vision as you stared out at the churning, dark expanse of the ocean.

"How could he?" you whispered, your voice ripped away by the wind. "How could he say that?"

The words echoed in your mind, a cruel mantra. "...helpless little orphan... taken care of again... can't stand to actually pull your own weight?" He knew. He knew how much you had fought to shed that identity, how hard you had worked to prove your worth, to become independent, strong, reliable. He knew it was the very reason you pushed so hard, spoke your mind so fiercely, refused to be silenced or dismissed. And he had used it against you, twisted it into a weapon in the heat of a moment.

Your body trembled, not from the cold, but from the raw, exposed wound he had inflicted. The anger was a dull throb now, overshadowed by a profound sense of desolation. You had given him your trust, your whole heart, laid bare the most fragile parts of your past, believing he would protect them. And he had shattered them with a single, cruel blow. You closed your eyes, letting the rain wash over you, wishing it could wash away the pain, the betrayal, the crushing weight of everything that had just been said.

Time stretched and warped. Minutes bled into what felt like hours, the relentless rain and wind a fitting soundtrack to the turmoil in your soul. You stayed at the railing, numb to the cold, the sea a vast, indifferent canvas for your pain. The memory of his words, of that look in his eye, played on a loop, each repetition tearing at the fragile remnants of your composure.

Then, through the howling wind and the drumming rain, you heard it. The soft, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of familiar footsteps. Your heart, already a raw nerve, lurched. You didn't need to turn around. You knew that heavy, measured tread, the way he always moved, even when trying to be quiet.

The footsteps stopped beside you. The air, already heavy with moisture, suddenly felt charged with an undeniable presence. He didn't speak. He simply stood there, a silent sentinel in the storm, his familiar scent of salt, steel, and something uniquely him, reaching you even through the downpour.

You kept your gaze fixed on the tumultuous ocean, your jaw clenched. The thought of looking at him, of seeing the face that had just uttered such cutting words, was unbearable. Yet, the fact that he had come, that he was standing there, silent, beside you in the driving rain, stirred a tiny, unwelcome flicker of something. Was it concern? Regret? You crushed it down. It didn't matter. Not after what he had said.

The roar of the wind and the relentless lash of the rain were the only sounds between you. You gripped the railing tighter, your knuckles white, your gaze still fixed on the chaotic sea. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to move, to run, to escape the suffocating presence beside you, yet you remained rooted.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Zoro’s voice cut through the storm, rough and low, almost swallowed by the wind. "Y/N."

It was just your name, but the way he said it, strained and thick with something you couldn't quite decipher, made a shiver run down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. You didn't respond, didn't turn.

"Look," he continued, a rare tremor in his tone. "What I said back there… about your past." He paused, a harsh breath escaping him. "That was out of line. It was... I didn't mean it." The admission was grudging, forced from him, but it was there. "I was angry. And I lashed out. I shouldn't have said that. It was a shitty thing to say."

You remained silent, the bitterness a cold knot in your stomach. An apology, of sorts. But was it enough? Could words, even regretful ones, truly mend the sharp, tearing pain of betrayal?

He shifted beside you, the movement subtle. "I know I screwed up," he muttered, his voice still low, almost a growl. "I know I say stupid things when I'm pissed. But… that was different. I know that."

You could feel his gaze on the side of your face, a heavy weight that you stubbornly refused to meet. The rain plastered your hair to your skin, making you shiver. You wanted to scream, to lash out, to tell him how deeply he had wounded you, but the words felt lodged in your throat, choked by the sheer enormity of the pain.

A long, tense silence settled between you once more, broken only by the angry sea. Then, Zoro let out a frustrated grunt, a sound of self-loathing. "Damn it all to hell," he cursed under his breath, the words ripped away by the wind.

You felt it then, a slight movement beside you. He turned, and without another word, without preamble, his arms opened.

It was the rule. The unspoken, unbreakable pact. The gesture, even in this storm-lashed moment of profound hurt and anger, was unmistakable. His arms were open, a silent invitation, a forced vulnerability in the face of his own cruelty. It was a desperate plea for connection, a surrender to the one thing that had always pulled you back from the brink of absolute despair with him.

The rain beat down on your exposed skin, chilling you to the bone. Every instinct screamed at you to resist, to turn away, to let him feel the full weight of the chasm he had created. But the rule… it was there. A promise, forged in happier times, that no matter how deep the cut, how bitter the words, the embrace would always be accepted. Your breath hitched, a silent battle raging within you.

Your body felt heavy, rooted to the spot, a silent testament to the anguish that still gripped you. Every cell screamed in protest, urged you to resist, to push him away, to make him understand the depth of the wound he had inflicted. But the rule. It was a covenant, a sacred vow made in moments of profound love, designed precisely for the times when words failed, when anger threatened to consume everything.

With a ragged, shuddering breath, you finally turned. Your arms, heavy with reluctance and a profound weariness, slowly lifted. You stepped into his open embrace, the cold rain still lashing around you.

The moment your arms wrapped around his broad back, a familiar warmth, despite the chill of the storm, spread through you. His arms closed around you, a strong, unyielding hold that felt both like a cage and the only safe harbor in a world gone mad. Your head came to rest against his wet shoulder, and you could feel the rhythmic thud of his heart against your ear, a steady beat that was both maddeningly familiar and utterly alien in this moment of raw pain.

There were no easy apologies, no immediate flood of tears. Just the raw, exposed nerves of two people who had just torn each other apart. The scent of him – salt, steel, and the undeniable musk of his skin – filled your senses, a potent reminder of everything you were to each other, everything that was now so precariously balanced.

He tightened his grip, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, as if trying to absorb your hurt into himself. His voice, when it came, was muffled against your hair, stripped of all its usual sharpness, raw and laced with something akin to desperation.

"I'm an idiot," he rasped, the words forced from him. "A complete, utter idiot. I didn't mean it, Y/N. None of it. Especially not… about your past. That was unforgivable. I know it. I swear, I didn't think. I was just… angry, frustrated with the fight, with myself. And I took it out on you. The one person I should never, ever hurt." He inhaled sharply, a shaky breath that felt more like a sob. "I'm so sorry. I’m so damn sorry."

The sincerity in his voice, the rare admission of such profound self-reproach, finally broke the dam within you. A choked sob escaped your throat, and the tears, indistinguishable from the rain, began to flow freely down your face.

"How could you, Zoro?" you whispered, your voice broken, your hands fisting in the fabric of his wet shirt. "You know… you know how much that means to me. How much I fought to get away from that, to prove… to prove I wasn't just that helpless child. How could you throw that back at me?"

He pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up with a gentle hand, forcing your gaze to meet his. His single eye, usually so stoic, was filled with a raw anguish, a genuine regret that mirrored the storm in your own soul.

"I wasn't thinking," he repeated, his voice rough. "It was a cheap shot. A dirty blow. I knew it the second the words left my mouth. It's because I know how much you fought, Y/N. Because I know how strong you are, how much you've overcome. And in that moment, I was so consumed with my own frustration, I used the very thing I admire most about you against you. I was a bastard."

His thumb gently wiped a tear from your cheek, the touch both rough and impossibly tender. "You're not a burden. You're never a burden. You're… you're my anchor, Y/N. My reason for fighting, half the time. You make me better, even when I'm too much of a fool to see it. And I hurt you. God, I hurt you."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand a small comfort against your chilled skin. The storm outside still raged, but here, in the circle of his arms, a fragile peace began to settle. The anger hadn't vanished completely, the sting of his words still lingered, but the crushing weight of betrayal was slowly, incrementally, lifting. He was admitting it, truly admitting it, without a shred of his usual pride.

"I need you to listen to me too, Zoro," you said, your voice still thick but gaining strength. "I'm not trying to tell you how to fight. I'm trying to make sure we all come out of it alive. Sometimes, charging in isn't the only answer. Sometimes, you need to think. And I need you to trust that I'm coming from a place of care, not judgment."

He nodded, a slow, solemn movement. "I know," he murmured, his gaze steady on yours. "I know that. And I do trust you. More than anyone. I just… sometimes I forget how to listen. How to actually hear what you're saying, instead of just reacting. I promise, Y/N. I'll try to be better. For us."

The rain continued to pour, washing over you both. But in the quiet understanding that settled between you, a different kind of calm began to emerge, a fragile, hard-won truce after the storm.

You leaned against him fully, the tension slowly bleeding out of your muscles, replaced by a profound weariness. The solid warmth of his body, even through the soaked fabric of your clothes, was a comfort you hadn't realized you desperately craved. The tears had slowed to a trickle, mingling with the relentless rain. You simply rested there, in the circle of his arms, listening to the pounding of the rain and the steady beat of his heart. The argument hadn't magically disappeared, the sting of the words wouldn't vanish overnight, but the chasm between you had begun to close.

After a long moment of shared silence, the only sounds the relentless storm, Zoro let out a soft, low chuckle. It was a genuine sound, a rare warmth in the face of the raging elements, and it vibrated through his chest, a comforting rumble against your ear.

"You know," he murmured, his voice still a little rough, but with a hint of his usual easygoing tone, "we're gonna get sick out here."

You managed a weak laugh in response, the sound a little rusty from the tears and the cold. "Probably," you agreed, tilting your head slightly to look up at him. His eye, still holding a hint of lingering remorse, also held a familiar warmth, a promise of forgiveness and reconnection.

He tightened his arms around you once more, pulling you even closer for a fleeting moment before releasing you. "Come on," he said, stepping back slightly but keeping one hand on your arm, a gentle anchor. "Let's get inside. We've got a lot of warming up to do."

As you walked, side by side, back towards the comparative warmth and light of the ship's interior, the storm outside continued its fury. But for the two of you, hand in hand, a fragile peace had begun to settle, a promise that even in the harshest of storms, your bond would endure.

[allhailbuckybarnes]

ive been thinking... what about an argument that turns into smut that turns into fluff aftercare or something like that 🧐

listen to me - a robert reynolds oneshot

oneshot warnings: fingering, breast play, canon-typical violence, swearing, tension, mentions of blood, sir kink, praise kink, degradation, a smidge of spanking, slight dom bob, oral sex (fem receiving), aftercare, hurt/comfort, pissy bob, manhandling, bob is your teacher and u are low-key rivals to lovers

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Bob wishes you would just fucking listen sometimes. Yes, you were powerful. You could obviously do some serious damage.

But you weren’t careful.

You were reckless.

These thoughts orbited in his mind as he watched the cameras of the warehouse you were at. His eyes flickered from screen to screen, watching you compromise every second of time you had to gather data. He rubbed at his forehead in worry.

Of course Val had to send you in, little to no intel beforehand, and expected you to keep your chill and follow orders. That was always a bad idea.

Your pride was hurt when Bob had argued that you weren’t ready for a solo mission. Yes, you were the newest addition to the team. But that didn’t make you weak.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

You weren’t afraid to absolutely… smack down, when it was needed.

And to think, they had found you in a lab, chained to the wall, abandoned. But, your powers reflected those of Wanda Maximoff's, making you a huge asset. The Avengers could use another Scarlett Witch.

So Val turned that into a media stunt immediately.

Bobby was your teacher, his powers were the most similar after all. As your teacher, he saw how misguided your throws were, he saw the sloppiness of your upper-cut.

He knew the panic of being a new recruit, and it was crystal clear that you were not the most prepared option.

He saw how you overextended your legs when you kicked, caring more about the look of your moves then the power behind them. He knew the trace of your strength and how you misbalanced your magic and physical exertion. He was doing his best, okay?

“Watch those punches, sweetheart.” He would warn over the comms.

You grumbled back, “I don’t see you hauling ass out here Bobby.”

That mouth. That goddamn mouth you had on you.

So disrespectful.

He wanted to teach you a lesson.

“Just finish the mission Y/n,” he muttered, wincing at you taking another blow from a Hydra soldier. God, you were gonna get hurt if you didn't start playing it smarter.

“They are fucking everywhere,” you grunt as another fist meets your side. You throw the man across the home. His body cracks the wall behind him.

Well, so much for laying low.

“Get out of there Y/n! You have enough data for now.” Bob commanded. He could tell your energy was low, a very dangerous position to be in on a solo mission.

“Hold on. I think I see… is that Dmitry?” You gasp. Your heart stops, and you stiffen on instinct.

Bob’s eyes widen. Fuck.

"Y/n drop the damn mission. Get the fuck out of there!" Bob yells, slamming a fist down on the desk, the wood splintering from his stress. Goddamn it, quit while you can, sweetheart.

Even you falter. He can tell on the cameras as your body stills.

Dmitry had seen you, and he was coming right at you.

Your former handler, Dmitry Sidorov, was alive, and he knew the only kill-switch to your powers. He created you... and every horrible thing you'd done at the hands of Hydra, was his work.

You puff up your chest, "I'll handle this motherfucker." It was fake confidence, but you went with it. Bob yelled in opposition, ordering you to, "Stand down."

You raise your hand to your ear, and switch off the comms. Bob yells, and cracks three out of five screens from his pure anger. His eyes blaring golden. You were so frustrating, and now you were going to get yourself killed.

He immediately went to the safe car, pulling up your position and an outside camera to stay updated. He drove fast.

Don't you dare die on me Y/n.

Dmitry saunters towards you, flashing you the wicked smile he always had when torturing you. "Hello, pet." He sneered.

"You better back the hell off, Sidorov." You say, bile rising in the back of your throat. You were nervous.

He laughs, lowly and heartily, and takes another threatening step towards you, "You don't miss me, huh?"

Your eyes gleam, fury burns in your belly as you blast him with your magic, "Hell no I don't you monster." He is thrown several feet away from you.

You reluctantly turned on your comms again, but were met with silence.

I have to get out of here.

You start down the foyer, running towards the exit, and barrel down the stairs. Your ride was a mile off, and you were going to have to run.

"Not so fast darling!" You heard Dmitry yell from behind you, and you turn to see his position, but he's not in sight.

"Reynolds! I need eyes on Sidorov and fast!" You scream.

Bob, who had been silent, finally speaks, "On your six."

He was pissed, you could tell.

You turn and are faced with three guards. Sidorov seemingly took the exit.

Pussy.

Blasting one of them away, you kick the gun from the second guard's hand, and punch him hard. He grabs your arm and you kick him away at the stomach.

The third comes from behind, holding a knife to your throat, you laugh, and push against it, the blood drips down your neck as you grip his arm and flip you both to the ground.

You lean over and pistol-whip him with his own weapon. He stops struggling.

'Fuckkkk... that stings," you groan at the shallow cut at your throat.

"Keep moving Y/n, I'm coming to get you." Robert's voice crackles again, sounding more alert.

Your leg feels funny, and you look down to see blood welling by your knee, fuck.

You limp quickly, using some of your magic and adrenaline to keep running.

You see the safe car, and your eyes immediately flicker to Bob's face.

He is angry.

~~

When you're back at the tower, Bob carries you to the medical wing. You don't meet his eyes.

He is very careful of the wounds you've acquired, being gentle. His face tells a different story. I am so dead.

He hasn't said a word to you besides the basic medical questions he had to ask you. Making sure you weren't going to die on the way back.

His eyes were golden, and the vein in his neck was popped out. That was enough for you to know you were in major trouble.

He left you to get patched up, leaning down and whispering, "The roof. 2100. You had better not be late."

You gulp.

~~

The roof was chilly, and wind whipped at your new bandages. Shivering, you step out and look around. You see Bob sitting near the edge, was he smoking?

His hair was flopped down over his forehead, and he wore a loose jacket with sweats. He was mulling over something, His back was tense. You were so fucked.

You approach him timidly, but the second you take a step into his eye sight, he looks at you. His eyes are still slightly golden.

"Oh look, it's little miss 'doesn't follow orders'," he comments, expression unreadable. You helplessly explain, "I'm sorry Bobby. I got cocky. But it was Dmitry! For fucks sake I panicked!" Your eyes are wide and you're fidgeting. He notices.

His deadpan expression scares you, and he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

"Is that what you want me to file on your report, sweetheart? That you panicked? That you turned off your lifeline?" He growls, voice deep and laced with poison, standing back up. He stares you down, threatening.

Your brows furrow in anger, "Oh don't play the teacher card, Reynolds. It doesn't suit you well." You say with disgust, turning your face away from him.

Robert grunts and steps towards you, "Don't you dare run that fucking mouth at me, girl."

You whip your head around, to be met with his face in yours. Your breathe is short, hot, and angry.

His chin grazes yours, and you can feel the slight stubble there, rubbing against your face. I want to feel that stubble between my legs. No. You're angry!

You want to look at his lips, but you can't tear your eyes away from his. They stare into your very soul, as he picks you apart. Your noses bump and you finally speak.

"Oh yeah? What're you going to do about it, sir? Going to train me extra hard? Gonna give me homework?" You challenge, snickering.

He grips the back of your head and smashes your mouths together, grunting. You squeak in surprise, but kiss him back passionately, mouth open for him.

The kiss is desperate, hateful, and hot.

It was in no way a loving kiss, it was messy, teeth clashing and noses colliding. His tongue felt like fire as it dominated your mouth.

He wraps a hand around your neck, pressing down on the new cut you gained, and pushes your face away to whisper, "I'm going to teach you how to respect my orders, baby. Even if I have to spank you until the sun comes up." He growls into your mouth. You moan, wrecked.

He backs you into the door outside of the stairs, nipping at your collarbone as your hand searches for the handle. Once you find it, your both crash into the stairwell.

He picks you up again, throwing you over his shoulder like nothing, "Fuck this, I want you now."

~~

The next thing you know, you're on his bed, sprawled out and being crushed by his body. You let your hands roam. His strong chest feels rock hard under your palms.

You feel his back muscles, his shoulder blades, sharp, and strained with every movement of his hands on you.

He rips your shirt off, immediately latching his mouth to your breast and sucking hard. You moan loudly, and arch into him, ignoring the ache of your sore muscles.

He stares up at you from your chest, pushing one hand down your pants and rubbing at your mound over your underwear.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He grunts, using his other hand to hold your head still. He stares at every jolt in your eyes, every scrunch of your nose, every twitch of your mouth. He loves it.

You can only moan in agreement, and he snickers at how wrecked you are, "That's right, you can't even talk now, can you sweetheart? I'm gonna teach you real good, hmm?"

You watch his eyes glimmer at your submission. Who knew Bobby could be so hot like this? You nod wildly, and he smirks, continuing his actions.

He was often challenging in training, pushing you a little harder than comfort. It left you frustrated, panting, and slightly pained every time.

But here? Watching him stroke your pussy, his teeth nipping the skin between your breasts? Fuck, he was everything. His hair was a mess, and it stuck to his forehead from sweat. His hands were long and slender and just perfect. The veins made your eyes roll.

He finally sat back and ripped down your panties, admiring the mess you'd made.

"That's a good girl, making such a mess, and I haven't even put a finger in yet." He grunts, observing the way you were clenching around nothing. The praise made you gush. You were fucking His.

You groan, "Please Bobby, I need you." He smirks again, meeting your lust-blown eyes with his own, "Uh-uh, you were doing so well. What's my name baby?"

You flush, the blush running down your body, and pulsing deep inside. "Please... sir," You whisper, embarrassed.

He moans deeply at your innocent look, and pushes two fingers in without warning. You moan and your fists grab the nearest fabric as you bury your face into the mattress. He was so fucking hot.

He groans at your walls squeezing his fingers, "God, baby you are tight." He wants to pound you with his cock, but it doesn't appear you are ready for that yet. Look at this pretty girl, he thought.

My pretty girl.

So instead he fucks you slow and raw with his fingers, dipping his chin down to suck on your clit. You tasted divine. He moans into your pussy.

You scream and whine, crushing his face between your legs, absolutely drunk on him. He only fucks you harder. It spurs him on.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck Bobby, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" You scream as you wet his face with your arousal, soaking his fingers without warning. Bob keeps eating you out, finishing his meal.

He flips you over, and lands a harsh smack down on your ass. You let out another long moan. "That's for disobeying me." He grunts.

He flips you back, and pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead, "And that's, for almost dying before I could kiss you." He smiles softly. You are beautiful. All spent and pleasured. You breathe slowly.

Everything with the mission could be figured out later. Now, he had you right where he wanted you. In his arms, at last.

"Let's go run you a bath, honey." He whispered into your temple.

Your head spun at how he could go from so dominate, to domestic in a heartbeat. You sighed, "Okay." Still exhausted from all the physical exertion. He was going to take care of you, it had been so long since that had happened with anyone.

For the first time. Your lessons felt like more than safety training, they felt passionate, intimate, loving.

You could get used to this.

~~

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

[stonedtaemin]

all my life i've dreamed of you, my love

❕creampie, jealousy sex, multiple orgasms, first time, pussy eating, first kiss | ao3 | wc 4.6k

mc goes on a date with another guy, caleb can't take this shit anymore *requested ♡

23 missed calls and 30 unread messages. all from caleb. she didn’t even know where to begin, what she would even say. what was his deal? why did he even care? it’s not like she wasn’t being safe. she had every right to do whatever she wanted. she was grown up, her own woman. 

she turned off her phone, tossing it onto the bed. she couldn’t deal with caleb’s incessant whining right now. she thought maybe since reuniting he would be less annoying and clingy. but he’s been nothing but that. not to mention she had recently felt some… stirring in her heart. the scary kind. she couldn’t shake this feeling off, like it was more than just her affection for her old childhood friend. it was ridiculous. to be honest, she had only went out with zayne to see if she could return his obvious affection for her. it was a bust in the end. all she could think about was idiot caleb. she was sick of it.

fleeting, nothing more.

a quick shudder washed over her, taking a deep breath. she couldn’t— wouldn’t— think about that right now. best to just forget such a stupid thing.

she went to the end of her bed, looking at herself in the mirror. she sighed deeply, undoing her hair. her hands went down to her earlobes, earrings dangling. she took them out and set them on her jewelry dish. she was about to take her dress off until she heard a loud banging on her door. she jumped out of her skin, palm planted over her chest.

she slowly crept towards the door, grabbing her gun off the dresser. she pulled it up, cocked and ready to shoot.

she was close to the door when the banging happened again, another startle coming from her. she gulped, finger flexed onto the trigger. she looked into the peephole slowly, squinting with perplexity.

fuck.

she sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. then a groan of pure anger.

"what the fuck?" she opened the door, only to be greeted by a drenched caleb. it had begun to storm outside and he had taken a direct hit from it. his hair had water droplets that were crashing around him, purple iris' swirling with a darkness.

he was breathing heavy, pushing her inside so he could get into a dry space. she grunted, stumbling back. the door auto locked behind them, caleb pressing her further into the apartment.

“no, i should be the one asking you that. why have you been ignoring me?”

“what are you doing here?” she dodged the question.

she backed up, placing her hunter’s gun onto the side table of the entryway. her hands went to her hips, deadpanning at him. he looked so lonely like this.

“answer me.”

she sighed deeply.

“i haven’t been ignoring you. you just tend to be overbearing. per fucking usual.”

he scoffed, closing the space between them, only for her to back up again, distance returning. he stared down at her feet as she walked backwards, feet stumbling in the process. he let out a dark chuckle.

“overbearing? i told you to not go out with that loser.”

“that loser has a name, caleb. zayne has always been close to me, so what’s the harm in going on a date?” her finger went to point at his chest, digit digging into his peck harshly. he didn’t even flinch. he was motionless.

“because i told you not to, that’s why. that’s the fucking problem.” he snarled.

“oh, so now that you’ve walked back into my life all high and mighty mr. farspace fleet colonel you think you can just bark me around like one of your subordinates? well tough shit. things have changed. i’ve changed.”

his eyes flickered an unreadable emotion, one she didn’t think she wanted to know.

“he doesn’t get you. not like i do. nobody does.” he avoided her previous words, like he hadn’t even heard them.

“what does that even mean? like what are you even getting from saying that?”

his hand reached out to grab hers, but she turned away to walk the opposite direction. he yanked her with a force like none other, his grip tightening around her wrist. he pulled her onto his chest, their faces impossibly close.

“don’t be dense, sweetheart.”

ouch.

she scoffed, giving him an incredulous look. she took her hand up to slap him, but his evol stopped her dead in the air. he glanced between her hand and her eyes, a small scowl forming on his lips.

“let— me— go!” she growled, struggling against his hold.

“stop playing these games. i’m tired of them.” he sighed, letting her hand drop down to her side. his grip on her wrist loosened but it didn’t let go.

“i don’t even— ugh— know what you’re talking about!”

“do i have to spell it out for you? i don’t want you going on dates with other people.” his voice started to sound desperate, like he was trying to prevent himself from bleeding out to death. maybe he was.

her struggling paused, her eyebrows softening, then bending in confusion. she shook her head slightly.

“caleb, i—“

“i don’t want to see you with other people. you’ve been avoiding me lately and i feel like you’re doing this on purpose. why are you driving me crazy?”

“you’re so full of yourself!”

“why don’t you ask me to go places with you? have a nice dinner, walk around linkon, buy you expensive things. why? am i not enough?”

her eyes widened and snapped to his. he was dead serious.

“because… because— i don’t know. that’s weird. you wouldn’t even see me like that. jesus, just drop it, okay?”

he pulled her closer.

“why should i?”

“because this is my life and it’s my choice!” she yelled, breath heavy.

the silence was sickening, the only sound was the rain and thunder around them. a water drop from his brow splashed onto her face, falling down her cheek. his hand reached up to cup her face, thumb tracing her jaw.

“if you’re going to stand there like an idiot then go ahead and see yourself ou—“ his lips smashed onto hers with a jolting force.

his lips moved against hers, but she couldn’t even respond. couldn’t even register what was happening. like she was in a dream but with sleep paralysis. she wanted to move but she didn’t know how.

her arms moved first, wrapping around his slick neck, lips finally moving with his. their teeth clashed for a second, trying to find a steady rhythm. his tongue swiped across her bottom lip as an invitation, her mouth opening for him. he groaned against her lips as his tongue met hers, the sweet taste of her dancing on his buds.

one hand gripped her cheek for dear life and the other went to claw at her hip, fingers dangerously close to her ass. he pulled her closer, her chest pressing hard onto his.

she moaned at his teeth biting her bottom lip and tugging, mouths finally separating to breathe. she didn’t want to open her eyes and look at him, scared and nervous. this was all she had ever wanted. still, she was terrified.

“look at me.” he whispered, jerking her lightly, as if to wake her up from her dream.

her eyelids peeled open slowly, first finding his swollen lips covered in spit. then trailed up to his nose. then those eyes— god, those eyes. she thought she would drown in them.

“tell me you want this. that i’m not crazy, please, pips…” he whined.

she blinked several times before swallowing her pride. she couldn’t even lie to him right now. she was drunk off his kiss.

“i need you so fucking bad caleb.” she admitted, chest rising and falling. her hands pet the back of his neck, stroking softly.

he choked out a needy sob, lips finding hers once more.

“shit, i can’t even fucking think straight right now.” he murmured against her as she made out with him.

“then don’t.” she whispered back, resuming their kiss.

he moaned as she pulled him impossibly closer. his hands went down to her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her as they kissed each other like their lives depended on it. in a way, their lives did depend on it.

their lips separated for another brief period so that he could focus on walking them into her room. she lifted her dress off of her in one swoop, tossing it to the ground carelessly. she cupped his cheek and dragged his mouth to hers once more, sucking onto his tongue deliciously.

he walked them over to the edge of her bed, finishing their kiss before plopping her down. she stared up at him with glossy eyes and puffy lips. she bit her bottom lip as he took his jacket and then his shirt off, chest broad and fit. it wasn’t even her first time seeing him shirtless. yet it made her impossibly horny. she wanted nothing more than to ride on him while palming his abs.

“pips…” his eyes drank in her figure, bra straps loosely hanging off of her shoulders, tits begging to be released from their hold. not to mention her underwear, small and thin with barely and coverage. her folds basically were popping around the sides, obvious that her thongs were too small for her. he didn’t know where to begin.

she moved forward, hands undoing his belt sloppily. she unbuttoned and unzipped him, pulling both his pants and underwear down in one go.

she couldn’t help but lightly gasp at just how huge he was. there in front of her was his veiny, monster cock. it stood red and proud, needing to be taken care of.

“holy shit.” is all she managed to blurt out.

he carressed her cheek softly, letting her take him in. he was flustered beyond words, but tried to keep his confidence high. he didn't even know how they ended up like this, him naked and hard in front of her. he wasn't complaining. just confused.

"lay on your back." his words came out like honey.

she laid back, pushing up further onto the bed so he could crawl towards her. she propped her knees up, opening herself up to him. it was quite the sight to behold. as he drew closer she hooked her legs over his meaty shoulders, feet rubbing sensually onto his back.

“shit, baby. wanna touch you so bad. can i touch you?” he begged, hands gripping onto the plush of her thighs tightly.

her breathe hitched at his pet name, never having called her baby before. she nodded fast, her stomach doing flips. she needed him like she needed air right now.

“please, caleb. need you.” she whined, hips thrusting into nothing.

he chuckled softly, hands trailing down to her crotch. his swiped his index finger softly in between her folds, slick sopping around her entrance and completely wrecking the fabric of her underwear.

she hissed at the contact, biting her lip. she would give anything for him to hurry up and finger her.

“so wet for me. all for me.”

“yes,” she breathed out, “all for you caleb. please, i can’t—“

he ripped her underwear to the side, two fingers dipping inside of her.

“fuck!” she yelped, hips swiveling to his slow push.

his fingers hooked inside of her, curling and caressing her insides so deliciously. she could see stars.

he watched her as she furrowed her brows in pleasure, mouth slightly agape. she was going stupid on his fingers. just her expression alone could make him cum.

“you like that? like it when i play with your pretty little cunt, hm? tell me, sweetheart.” he was toying with her.

she nodded feverishly, hands gripping onto her sheets with white knuckles.

“yes, yes, yes, i fucki-ing love it, baby. please keep going oh god.” she blushed with a deep crimson.

his thumb went to play with her clit, rubbing in slow, deadly circular motions. he watched her fall apart, hips stuttering with stimulation.

“yes, just like that sweetheart. god, you look so gorgeous. you’re like a dream. been thinking about having you like this for so long.”

she sobbed, moans coming out in long whines. her stomach muscles were straining and sweat beaded around her skin. she was grinding onto his hand with a animal-like ferocity.

“i’m gonna cum if you k-keep doing that, ah shit!” she cried out. her fingers gripped into his hair, pulling harshly.

his head dove down in between her legs, tongue replacing his thumb and flicking onto her. she screamed, a few hairs getting ripped out from his scalp. he groaned, vibrating against her in the most sinful way.

“cum in my mouth.” he commanded, lapping up all over her.

she was so loud, she might wake her neighbors up. she melted under his tongue and fingers, each sensation drawing her orgasm to the surface.

“m’cumming, shit, yes, yes, yes, don’t st-stop caleb, oh fuck!” she rolled her hips in circles as her orgasm slammed into her.

he removed his fingers to replace it with his tongue, drinking her slick up as she came onto his mouth. she stared down at his face, barely even seeing him due to how buried he was onto her pussy. he moaned and made disgusting eating noises against her, tongue curling and then flattening against her.

with one final drag from the bottom to the top of her folds, he came back up, eyes darkened with lust. his lips kissed up the sides of her inner thigh, sucking dark hickeys into her skin. she moaned with each bite and pull.

“caleb…”

he landed a final kiss before lifting himself up onto his knees between her legs. he moved her legs off of his shoulders so he could pull her underwear off completely. he dragged it off slowly and sensually, kissing her ankle. when they finally came off he stuffed her soaking thong to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out the guttural moan. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouthing at the fabric.

she thought she might die from it all.

“fuck, princess. smells so fucking good.” his dick was harder than it had ever been.

“y-you…” she stuttered, not even knowing how to react properly. she was jaded by her life-changing orgasm and the worlds hottest man sniffing her panties. it was all too much.

he finally tossed them aside, eyes piercing down onto hers.

“take your bra off.”

she gulped, propping up onto her elbows. she unclasped the hook to her garment with deft fingers. she pulled it off slowly, breasts spilling out. the cold air hit her bare skin, nipples rock hard. she tossed the article aside, laying back down.

caleb’s hand went up to touch her, not knowing which breast to start with. his fingers pinched her nipple, rolling it in between the pads of his fingertips. she hissed, biting her lip harshly.

“so beautiful. been wanting to see you like this. knew you would be so pretty, pip-squeak. just knew it.”

she whined with ecstasy, completely under the mercy of his addicting touch.

“could say the same about you.” she murmured, back arching into his touch as he groped and massaged her breast.

“yeah?” he cocked an eyebrow, biceps flexing with how hard he was working his hand onto her tits.

“mhmm. so big and strong, caleb. ever since seeing you it’s all i could think about. just want you to manhandle me.” she tried to sound as sexy as she could, but she was incredibly embarrassed, cheeks betraying her confident words.

he chuckled, lips curling into a small smirk.

“oh yeah? tell me more.” his other hand went down to his cock, wrapping around it and stroking slowly.

“yeah, um, and i would come home. touch myself to you, thinking about how fit you are. how you would fuck me so well. just kept imagining how you would feel inside me.” she stuttered, watching in awe as he stroked himself lazily in front of her. his hand slapped her tit hard, then massaged it. she yelped out.

“fuck, you’re dirty. you’ve got quite the mouth on you, pips.”

she was crimson all over her face, lips pouting.

“cock is so big, caleb. how is it so big?” she whined, hips rising as if to beg him to insert it.

he whimpered, squeezing himself hard. he wiggled it hard, is if to shake it awake from this dream. he lined it up with her entrance, slapping the tip onto her wet folds. it smacked three to four times, each one sending her into oblivion. she cried, bucking into his touch.

“wanna see if it’ll fit?”

“fuck… yes, please. please stuff it inside me.” she begged like a child, voice nasally.

“tell me how bad you want it.”

she groaned in annoyance, in disbelief that he can be such a tease. he was even a little shit in bed too. some things never changed. she rolled her eyes at the cocky smile that was plastered onto his face. that beautiful god damn face.

“i want you to fill me up with your huge fucking cock, caleb. i need you to fuck me now. like yesterday, actually.”

he barked out a laugh.

“such a needy little slut.”

she couldn’t believe her ears, heat pooling all over her. she could die from his words. she was pretty sure she was already dead.

“caleb, i swear to god if you don’t—“

all of the sudden he slammed himself into her, unforgiving and tearing through her like a knife. he was only halfway inside because of how tight she was, not used to such a huge object inside of her. her dildo was only half the size of him. she screamed out, hands scrambling to purchase anything to hold onto. they settled for his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“just a little m-more, princess. open up. so damn tight— shit.”

she grunted, eyes piercing at him.

"i'm trying! you're just too fucking big caleb, jesus christ." she tried to be as mad as she could but the moan that stumbled out of her mouth failed her as he wiggled deeper inside of her.

his breath fanned over her face, jaw clenched as he finally pushed all of his length inside of her. she was being absolutely split in half, legs trembling with the weight of him between her.

"oh shit. shit, shit, shit!" she cried out, feeling his hips start to move slowly but surely.

he huffed out a laugh, hand gripping onto her hip as he steadied himself. his veins that trailed down his v-line bulged with each thrust, pumping all the blood to his thick cock.

"holy fuck. squeezing the shit out of me, baby. gonna fuck you so good this pussy's gonna remember the shape of me." he gutted out, hips starting to slam into her harder with each word.

her tits bounced up and down with each thrust, stomach jiggling softly. she swore she could feel him in her fucking guts.

"fuck yes, please, caleb, harder please!"

he groaned out in pure primal desire, lips attaching onto her neck and clamping down with his teeth. he bit her so hard it drew blood, teeth leaving an imprint onto her supple skin. his hips were moving faster with each time his cock drew in and out, the smacking of their skin growing louder than the thunder outside. the lights flickered as lightning struck outside next to her window, power almost giving out.

"feels. so. good. jesus, baby. look at you." his hand gripped her chin hard, yanking it to the side so she could watch herself getting rammed in her full length mirror. she thanked her lucky stars that she put that mirror there. she cried out in bliss, watching as caleb stared into her soul through the reflection. his thumb crept up to her mouth, letting her suck and bite down on it.

"look how fucking sexy you look, taking my dick so well." he hummed, whines following after.

she let out high-pitched moans in rhythm with each time his cock slammed into her cervix, watching herself get absolutely dominated by him. she could watch it all day. it made her clench around him, eliciting a long string of whimpers from him. he sounded boyish, surrendering completely to the feeling of her walls surrounding him.

his thumb dragged down slowly out of her mouth, salvia trailing down her chin. her eyes went back to look at him in front of her, batting her eyelashes in seduction. he leaned down to kiss her slowly, mouthing onto her bottom lip. he licked up the saliva that drooled down her chin, hand wrapping around her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"tell me you love this dick."

"i love your dick so much, caleb. can't fucking stand it." she responded quicker than the lightning that struck outside. the light illuminated her, curves accentuated.

"yeah? love it so much you could take it forever?"

she nodded her head and hummed out in agreement, mouth agape with the most obnoxious sounds coming out.

"love you so fucking much." she whined out, not even realizing the weight of her words that she had just admitted to him.

sure, she had said she loved him before. but it was never under this context. his hips faltered, dick twitching inside of her. he choked slightly, hands tightening their grip around her restrained wrists.

"say it again."

"i love you, i love you, i love you— shit!" she let herself go, climax about to hit her like a ton of bricks.

"love you too, sweet girl."

and with that she was cumming onto him like there was no tomorrow, crying out in utter bliss. he watched her as she fell apart, letting go of her hands so she could grip his chest, fingers pressing hard into his skin. her legs tightened around his waist, hips circling with her waves.

"cu-mming so— fucking— hard, oh god, caleb!" she was tearing up, eyes glistening with an indescribable pleasure.

he leaned forward to kiss her crashing tears, cupping her cheek softly.

"pretty girl. my sweet baby." he cooed, hips slowing to a gentler pace.

"caleb, please cum inside of me, please. wanna feel you inside." she sobbed.

he let out a sob, head dropping with defeat. he couldn't believe this predicament. he didn't even think he was awake right now.

"shit, are you sure? you have to tell me now or it's gonna be— ugh— too fucking late, sweetheart."

her gaze met with his, pulling him into a soft kiss.

"just cum inside of me, please. don't make me ask twice, baby." she mouth against his lips, making out with him passionately.

he groaned against her mouth, hips smacking against her hard as he rutted sloppily inside her.

"c-cumming. i'm cumming, baby." he grunted against her, their lips hovering over eachother. she breathed in his moans as his release filled her up in ways she didn't think was possible.

she squeezed down on him, milking him to death. he whimpered with each ounce of cum spilling into her, kissing down her jawline.

their chests were slick on top of each other, her breasts squished against his pecks. her fingers traced down his back as he thrusted through his orgasm, back muscles pulsing under her touch. with two final thrusts, he slowed, pulling away to look at her.

"shit." he muttered, hands feeling around her everywhere. he could feel his seed trying to push past his cock where he was plugging her up.

"yeah." she hummed back, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips.

he gripped her face and wiggled it around, biting his lip.

"good girl." he approved, his cock twitching lifelessly in her pussy.

her cheeks flushed with her arousal, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. she could stay like this forever. he let out a small laugh, a sideways cocky smile forming onto his face. he slowly pulled out of her, cum spilling out soon after. he winced as his cock fell out of her, missing her already. she cried softly, holding onto his chest for dear life. she had never felt so empty in her life before.

"caleb..."

he ignored her, dipping his head down to her folds to lick a thick stripe onto her. she yelped out, hand smacking over her mouth in shock. he lapped up their juices, tongue swirling around inside of her.

"holy shit, caleb, i can't—" she was absolutely taken aback from his brazenness. he was so disgusting in the best possible way.

"think you can cum again for me, just one more time?" he begged against her pussy.

"shit, yes, please!" she couldn't have agreed any faster.

never in her life had she came more than once, now here she was, working up to her third orgasm of the night. she just knew caleb would be fucking good at this. dreamt about this shit everytime she was alone, touching herself.

"taste— mhmph— so good, it's addicting. love eating you out, like a fucking dream come true." he made out with her folds, lewd sounds of his lips squelching against her wetness. she couldn't help but cry aloud, thinking she would lose her voice for sure come morning.

"caleb, why are you— ugh, fuck, yes!— so good at this?" she didn't even think she wanted to know the answer to that.

he smiled against her, chuckles sending shockwaves through her. he began to flick his tongue devilishly fast, her orgasm already coming over her. her hands threaded into his soft hair, nails digging deep into his scalp. she fucked herself into his mouth, legs shaking from the overstimulation.

"oh god, caleb!" she came undone onto his tongue, feeling every ounce of goodness that was in her. he lapped at her incredibly well, humming along with her climax.

he kissed her gently against her cunt, fingers squeezing onto the plush of her thigh.

"wanna kiss you." she sighed, pulling him up from her crotch.

he complied, crawling back up to his love.

they kissed softly and slowly, the taste of them exchanging between their tongues. he caressed her cheek, her hands petting through his hair. when they pulled apart, he rested his head onto her chest, collapsing beside her. he was absolutely fucked out.

she played with his hair while he traced nonsense onto the valley of her chest. the rain was still pouring like crazy, wind slamming it into her window. she glanced outside, watching as it slanted sideways. it must have been a monsoon.

"hey." he muttered.

she kept her gaze on the weather.

"hmm?"

"don't go out with other guys. don't like it."

she turned back to look at him, tugging his hair hard.

"you just made me cum three times, caleb. come on."

he huffed a laugh out, rolling his eyes.

"yeah. still."

she leaned down to plant a kiss to the top of his head.

"i want this. i want you." she whispered.

his heart skipped a beat, fingers pressing firmly into her skin. he watched as it left a red imprint, then slowly faded back to normal. he hooked his hand around the handle of her hip, pulling her tightly into his grip.

"mhmm. i've wanted you since the moment i laid eyes on you."

she hid her surprise, not sure if she really should have been. she let them sit in silence again, enjoying their presence together. it was comfortable and warm.

"don't leave me again. ever." it was a command.

he looked up at her with a distant sadness in his eyes. he promised himself he would never put her through that pain again. he used his free hand to brush her fringe aside and away from her forehead.

"never."

[seraphicby]

Can you do Kim Minju with heavy mommy and impregnation kinks please?

Yours, Mommy

Kim Minju x Male Reader

1k+

Minju stands in front of you, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.

She's wearing a thin silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, clinging to her curves, teasing shape of her body.

Her eyes, deep lock onto yours, a smile forming across her lips.

You're sitting on the edge of the bed, heart bumping fast in your chest.

"You've been thinking about me all day, haven't you?" she says smooth.

She steps closer, her fingers brushing your cheek, sending a shiver down your body, "I can see it in your eyes. You're aching for me."

You swallow hard, nodding, unable to find words. She's in control, and you're happy to let her lead.

"I can't stop thinking about you," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile widens, and she leans in, her lips grazing your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "Good boy," she murmurs, the words sending a heat straight to your brain.

"But you need to call me something special tonight. Call me Mommy."

Your cheeks burn, the word feels right, like it's been waiting this to spill out. "Mommy," you say with nerves. "I want you so bad."

She chuckles softly, her hand sliding down your neck, fingers trailing over your collarbone, "Oh, baby, I know you do," she says, her tone teasing.

"And you know what Mommy wants, don't you? Mommy want you to give me something special, something that'll make us closer than ever."

Your hands shake as they rest on her hips, the silk of her robe smooth under your fingers. "I want to give you everything, Mommy," you say, "I want to... make you pregnant. I want us to have a baby."

Her eyes darken, she unties her robe, letting it slip to the floor. She's naked now, her firm perky breasts, her hips inviting.

"Mommy, you're perfect," you breathe, unable to stop yourself, and she laughs, a low, sultry sound.

"You're so sweet, baby," she says, climbing onto the bed, straddling your lap. Her thighs press against your hips, her pussy already wet as she grinds against the bulge in your pants. "You wanna fuck me, don't you? Wanna fill my pussy up and make me a real mommy."

"Yes, Mommy," you groan, your cock throbbing painfully against your jeans. The way she talks, the way she moves, driving you crazy. "I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna give you a baby."

She leans in, kissing you hard, her tongue sliding into your mouth. Her hands tug at your shirt, pulling it over your head, and her nails rake down your chest, leaving faint red lines.

"Such a horny boy," she purrs, her fingers working at your belt, yanking your pants down. "Look at this cock. So hard for Mommy."

You moan as her hand wraps around your dick, stroking slow and firm, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the precum. "Fuck, Mommy," you gasp, hips bucking into her touch.

She smirks, guiding your hands to her body, letting you feel her tits, the curve of her ass. "Touch me, baby," she says, "Show Mommy how much you want this pusy."

Your hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples. She sighs into your touch, her pussy grinding harder against your thigh.

"That's it, baby," she says, breathy now. "You're making Mommy so wet. You're gonna fuck me so good, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say, your hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. "I wanna fuck you, Mommy. I wanna cum inside you."

She slides off your lap, just enough to push you back onto the bed, your cock standing hard and ready.

She straddles you again, her pussy hovering over you, "Look at this," she says, spreading her folds with her fingers. "This pussy's all for you, baby. Ready for your cock. Ready for your cum."

You groan, hands grabbing her hips as she lowers herself, your cock sliding into her tight. "Fuck," you moan, the sensation overwhelming, her pussy gripping you like a glove. "Mommy, you're so tight."

She moans too, her head tilting back as she starts to ride you, slow at first, "That's it, baby," she says, pleasured. "Fuck Mommy's pussy. Fill me up. Give me that baby."

You thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, the wet slap of your bodies filling the room. Her tits bounce with every move, and you can't resist grabbing them, squeezing as she rides you harder.

"You feel so fucking good," you pant, "I wanna cum in you so bad, Mommy."

"Yes," she hisses, her nails digging into your chest, "Fuck me harder, baby. Pound my pussy. I want every drop of your cum."

You grab her hips, slamming up into her, each thrust deeper, harder. She's moaning loud now, her pussy throbbing around your cock, wet dripping down your thighs.

"That's my boy," she gasps, "My good boy, fucking Mommy so good. You're gonna make me cum."

You can feel it, the way her body shakes, her pussy squeezing you tighter. You're close too, the thought of her carrying your child, her belly round with your seed, pushing you to the edge.

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum," you groan, your thrusts sloppy, desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up."

She leans down, kissing you messy, "Cum in my pussy, baby. Knock me up. Make me a mommy."

You lose it, "Fuck!" your cock pulsing as you cum hard, spilling deep inside her, each spurt making you tremble.

She moans, loud and needy, her pussy milking you as she cums too, her body trembling, her nails biting into your shoulders. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, riding you through it, taking every drop. "Give it all to me, baby."

You're panting, she stays on you, keeping your cock inside her, her body pressed close.

She kisses your forehead, your cheeks, her lips soft and warm. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice full of love. "You did so good for Mommy. You filled me up just right."

Minju's hand rests on her stomach, her fingers tracing slow circles, like she's already feeling the life you've given her. "You, me, and our baby. You made Mommy so happy tonight."

"I love you, Mommy," you say, the words feeling natural.

"I love you too, baby," she replies, her voice warm, her fingers binding with yours. "Now rest. You've got a lot more to give me, don't you?"

[carriefisher]

THELMA & LOUISE dir. Ridley Scott, 1991

[dailyjadenep]

You should draw them getting married.

she has just learnt about weddings and marriage

[ransomflanagan]

Chris Evans & Dakota Johnson FaceTime with Pedro Pascal + bonus

[inseobts]

I have been waiting for the requests to open i love your writing It's totally understandable if you don't want to do it could you do shanks, kid, and killer (separately) with a significant other who is above the knee amputee who hides it and they find out and with Shanks and kid she snaps at them for making deprecating comments about themselves because when they do it it makes her feel bad

gn!reader (above the knee amputee)

characters: shanks, kid and killer

tags: reader is is above the knee amputee, fluff, established relationship

a/n: sorry they're really really short but I didn't have much ideas and I didn't want to be inappropriate.

words count: around 0.7k - 0.8k each

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Shanks:

You’ve always admired Shanks’ carefree charm. He takes life as it comes, never showing weakness. That’s part of what drew you to him. But he also jokes too much about his missing arm.

Tonight, you're on the deck of the Red Force. The sea glows under the moonlight, and Shanks is mid-laugh with Benn before catching your eye.

He nudges your side with his elbow “Look at us, half a pair. I’m missing an arm, you’re hiding a leg. We’d make a weird mannequin together, huh?”

You freeze.

He doesn’t notice your expression at first, not until your voice cuts the air sharp and sudden “Can you not?”

Shanks’ easy smile falters “What?”

You step back, eyes wide and angry “Every time you joke about your arm, you make it sound like people like me are incomplete. Like we’re broken or funny or some damn inconvenience. And if you see yourself that way, what does that say about me?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it. His face falls into rare seriousness.

“I didn’t mean—”

“But you did.” Your voice cracks “You meant it enough to think I’d laugh, too.”

His eyes soften, and he steps forward, slowly “You’re right. I was thoughtless. I just… I make fun of myself so others don’t get the chance to. But I never thought what that could do to you.”

You swallow. His hand reaches for yours. He doesn't pull, just holds.

“I don't think of you as broken or as an inconvenience... I think you’re whole as hell. You're... you. Beautifully you.” he says quietly “But I’ll shut up about mine if it makes you feel anything less.”

Your lips tremble, but you nod “Thank you.”

He leans his forehead against yours “I’m sorry.”

The silence between you stretches, warm and aching. Shanks’ forehead rests against yours, and you feel the tension humming through him like a taut line.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like less,” he says again, softer this time “I forget sometimes that my words carry weight. That people listen when I talk, even when I’m being stupid.”

You let out a shaky breath “You always act like it doesn’t bother you.”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look you in the eye “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t. And even if it's the case, I should be more aware than not everyone is like me.”

You nod slowly “Mh yeah.”

His gaze drops, to your leg. You’re still uncovered, prosthetic fully visible under the moonlight pouring in through the cabin window. You resist the urge to move, to hide, to pull away. Instead, you force yourself to stay still. To let him see.

He reaches down gently, fingertips brushing the sleek edge of the socket. His touch is reverent, almost cautious “When did this happen?” he asks softly.

You take a breath “A few years before I met you. Wrong place, wrong time. Pirate raid. I lived. Not everyone did.”

His jaw clenches “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” you say, surprising even yourself “I’m alive. That’s more than some people get. I just… I didn’t want you to see me different. Or worse, pity me.”

“I don’t pity you,” Shanks says firmly, rising to sit beside you on the bed “Not even a little. I think you’re brave. Stronger than me, if we’re being honest.”

You glance at him, brows raised “You? The great Red-Haired Shanks?”

He smiles sheepishly “Hey, I lost my arm in one moment. A big heroic gesture and it was over. You? You wake up every day and choose to face the world. You walk into rooms where people stare, and you carry yourself like nothing’s missing. That’s strength. That’s real.”

Your throat tightens “Then why do you make those jokes?”

He sighs, leaning back on his palms “Because if I can laugh first, no one else gets the chance to hurt me. If I turn it into a joke, it’s mine to control.”

You nod. You understand that. Too well, maybe.

“But I didn’t realize I was hurting you when I did it,” he says “And I hate that. So, I’ll stop.”

You’re quiet for a beat, then “Can I ask for something else?”

“Anything.”

You turn to face him fully “Don’t avoid it either. Don’t tiptoe around my leg like it’s something fragile. Just… be normal about it. Honest.”

He smiles then, soft and genuine “That, I can do.”

You lean into him, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in until your head rests on his chest. His heartbeat is steady, warm beneath your ear.

After a while, he murmurs, “You know, I meant what I said. You’re whole. More than most people I know.”

You chuckle “You’re getting sappy.”

“Only for you,” he teases “Don’t tell the crew. Ruin my reputation.”

You snort “I’ll take it to my grave.”

He laughs, and the sound eases something in you. There’s still work to do, conversations to have, healing to continue, but for now, you’re exactly where you need to be.

And so is he.

── .✦ Kid:

Kid is blunt. Crude, sometimes. And he's never been soft on himself. You get it, it’s a defense. But that doesn't make it any easier to hear.

You’ve been sleeping together for months now, and still, you hide your prosthetic leg every night. You’re careful. Covered. Distant when he asks why you don’t like him touching you past the thigh.

Tonight, he barges into your shared cabin, tossing a wrench aside.

“That mechanic called me a scrap heap. Tch. Not wrong though, huh? Iron arm, rusted brain, all I'm missing is a damn wheel.”

He laughs bitterly.

You stand stiff beside the bed. He doesn’t see your trembling hands as you peel off your leggings for the first time in front of him.

When he turns and sees your bare leg, what’s left of it, he goes quiet. And then softer, “...You’ve been hiding this?”

You clench your jaw “Yeah.”

“Why?”

You cross your arms “Because I didn’t want to hear you say shit like what you just said. Like people with missing limbs are trash. Like we're some joke.”

His eyes flash with something... shame? Guilt?

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“But you were, Eustass. Every time you talk like that about yourself, I hear it about me too.”

He stares. His hands curl into fists, then release. Slowly, he walks over, kneels in front of you.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t think.”

You look away “I didn’t want pity.”

“You’re not getting any.” His hand reaches up to your waist, firm “You’re a force. You survived. You’re here. That leg doesn’t change what you are. I don’t think less of you, I think more.”

You finally look down at him. His jaw is tight, but his eyes are sincere.

“I’ll stop saying that crap,” he says “I promise.”

You nod, lips pressed together “Okay.”

You stand there, raw and exposed, your prosthetic leg out for the first time in front of him. His calloused fingers hover just inches from it, like he wants to touch it but isn’t sure if he’s allowed to.

His voice is low, unusually soft “Can I…?”

You nod, and he kneels down, brushing his metal hand along the edge where flesh meets the socket. There’s no disgust in his face. No pity, either. Just… awe. Like he’s seeing something stronger than steel.

“I’ve been such an asshole...” he mutters.

“You weren’t trying to be,” you say “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”

His jaw tenses “I’ve said shit like that my whole life. About myself, about this,” he gestures vaguely at his mechanical arm “Didn’t think anyone gave a damn.”

“I do.” Your voice is quiet but sharp “Because I’m standing right here. And when the person I care about tears themselves apart, they drag me down with them.”

He looks up at you then. Really looks. Red eyes burning like they always do, but tonight, they flicker with something fragile.

You fold your arms, needing to hold something, anything, to keep your voice steady “Do you even hear how cruel you are to yourself? Like you don’t think you deserve to be here. To be loved.”

His gaze drops.

“I didn’t want you to know about this,” you admit, gesturing to your leg “Because I thought the second you saw it, you’d add it to your list of reasons why I shouldn’t be standing next to you.”

“Hey,” Kid growls, standing now, towering over you in that usual intimidating way, but there’s no heat in it “Don’t. Don’t put my bullshit on you. I might be messed up, but I’d never think less of you for this. Never.”

You look up at him, breathing hard “Then stop acting like being different is being less. For both our sakes.”

His hand reaches for your face, hesitant, until you lean into it. He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin, rough and warm.

“I’m not good at this,” he mutters “Saying the right thing. Not wrecking shit.”

You give him a small, tired smile “Then don’t say anything. Just… be here.”

“I can do that.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. You feel his breath, his warmth, his sincerity. His metal arm curls around your waist with surprising gentleness, while his real hand stays pressed to your face like he’s anchoring himself.

“Your leg doesn’t scare me,” he says, voice rough “But the idea that I made you feel like you had to hide it? That scares the hell out of me.”

You close your eyes “Then don’t make me hide anymore.”

“I won’t.”

And in that quiet, heavy moment, something shifts. The rough, jagged edges between you dull a little. He still carries his scars like armor, but now you know he’ll try to carry yours, too.

Not to fix you. Not to pity you.

Just to stand beside you, scar for scar.

── .✦ Killer:

Killer is gentle where it matters. He doesn't speak carelessly, not like Kid. But he hides behind that mask, literally and emotionally. You know he struggles with how he looks, the life he’s chosen, the people he’s hurt.

Still, when you finally let your prosthetic be seen, after months of hiding under long coats and careful positioning, he doesn’t flinch. He kneels beside you, runs his hand carefully along the joint, and says nothing except, “Thank you for trusting me.”

You expect him to treat you differently. He doesn’t. Not in a single way that matters.

But one day, you catch him staring at himself in a shard of metal, muttering, “No wonder people flinch. I’m a monster.”

You grip the doorway, throat burning.

“Don’t.” you say, sharp.

He looks over, startled “I didn’t hear you.”

“I don’t care,” you say “Don’t say that. Not around me.”

Killer stands slowly “I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Yeah? But you think I don’t hear it anyway? When you call yourself a monster, when you say you’re disgusting—what do you think I hear, being with you? Loving you? Knowing what I’ve been through?”

He steps forward, panic flickering behind the slits in his mask “No—no, that’s not—”

You shake your head “You don’t get to put yourself down and pretend it doesn’t hurt the people who love you.”

He reaches for your hand “I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you feel like that.”

Your breath shudders “Just don’t forget... we’re not broken. Neither of us.”

He holds your hand against his chest “I won’t. Not again.”

Your hand still rests in his, pressed to his chest, where his heart beats fast and uneven. The mask hides most of his face, but you don’t need to see it to know he’s shaken. You can feel it in the way his fingers tremble slightly around yours.

“I don’t think I ever saw it that way,” he admits, voice low and rough “That by insulting myself, I was insulting you too.”

You nod slowly, swallowing past the ache in your throat “You didn’t mean it. I know that. But I live with this body every day. I know what it’s like to walk into a room and brace for the way people look at you. I don’t need the person I love telling me that people like us are monsters.”

He tightens his grip, gently “You’re not a monster. You never were.”

“Neither are you,” you say, with a little more fire “Even when you believe you are.”

There’s silence for a long moment, the kind that stretches and pulls at something deep inside. You step closer to him, resting your hand over his where it still clutches yours.

“I get it,” you say “It’s easier to put yourself down before anyone else gets the chance. To wear it like armor. But I see you, Killer. The real you. Not the mask. Not the bounty. And you’re good. You’re kind. You care more than you’ll ever admit.”

His head lowers slightly, like he wants to hide even now.

“I’m not used to people seeing me like that.” he says.

“Well, get used to it,” you reply softly “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

That gets a quiet laugh out of him. It’s short and rough, but real “You always say the exact thing I don’t know I need to hear.”

“I’ve had to say it to myself for years,” you murmur “Might as well share it.”

His arms wrap around you slowly, tentatively, as if still afraid he’s not allowed. You press into him without hesitation, cheek against his chest. He holds you tighter in response, like letting go might undo everything.

“I want to do better,” he whispers “For you. For me.”

You smile into his chest “Then start by taking the damn mask off when we’re alone.”

He stiffens “I—”

“You don’t have to,” you say quickly “But I want to see you. Not the version the world made you into.”

There’s a beat of hesitation. Then his hands rise, slow and deliberate, to the clasps at the side of the helmet. It hisses quietly as he loosens it.

When he lifts it off, your breath catches, not in shock, not in fear, but in affection. His face is raw with emotion, vulnerability etched into every line.

“You’re beautiful.” you say, without a hint of hesitation.

He stares at you like no one’s ever said those words before and meant them.

And then, slowly, he leans down, mask gone, defenses lowered, and presses his forehead to yours. Like a silent vow.

You stay like that for a long time. Two scarred people, no longer hiding. No longer ashamed.

Just human.

Just together.

[flowerplushie]

tenna request. slowly lower him into a pool of acid. or read him a good-night story if you don't wanna do the other thing

BOTH I CHOOSE VIOLENCE

[palesweetsdeer]

Ok ok I had an idea, drunk rain, like in your opinion how would rain act drunk? Also would like a little doodle:3

- five seconds later -

He’s a very unstable drunk and will probably start sobbing his eyes out only to suddenly stop and resume with whatever it is he was doing before that

(I chose Swiss for this because I barely see any content of them which is kinda weird to me)

[siddyyyyyyyy]

rwmember when i told u about jason dick and bruce having stubble……………… i was wondering if you could write some headcannons about that 😋 RAWRRRRRRRAHDUFUDJJDKVKVKG

Stubble

pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson x Reader (SEPERATE) summary: How the Batboys would be if they had a stubble. warnings: no y/n used,fluff a/n: of course i remember!! really hope this lived up to your expectations, i really love this idea🤗(sorry for the blurry pic😓)

⁛ BRUCE WAYNE

It was a few rough and long patrols for Bruce, one of those weeks where he couldn't catch more than three hours of sleep, let alone take a proper shower. He was reeking of sweat and smelling bad from the sewers.

Finally, one he managed to deal with everything that was going south lately, he took a long shower and didn't bother to do much before flopping into bed next to you. You were already asleep but stirred awake when he nuzzled into your side like a needy cat. The rougher feeling of his cheek scratches against your shoulder, being slightly confused for a moment when you feel his stubble.

"Sorry, sweetheart," He whispers until he eventually settles comfortably next to you, not scratching his rough cheek against your soft skin anymore. He must've recognised your light discomfort, although you don't seem to mind it as much now.

"What do you mean you like it— woman, you are strange." Is what he says once you tell him about your love to his stubble, making him confused in return. First, he wants to shave it off in the following morning, but you convinced him otherwise.

He keeps the stubble for a few more days, deciding to humor you for now. You love it, the stubble makes him look a little rougher, a bit more mature in a way, probably a bit more dangerous as well.

⁛ DICK GRAYSON

He was simply too lazy to take care of it, being too caught up in work during the week. It ends up in him growing a light stubble, hair also grown out already. In his eyes, it looks acceptable for now.

Okay, maybe he was a little concerned about your opinion when he finally gets to see you again after a month, being ong distance. But when he steps through your door and gets wrapped into a big hug, his worries fly away immediately.

The rather rugged look suits him well, almost too well in your opinion. And you make sure he notices your obvious love towards his stubble.

But, one evening, he realises he looks too much like Bruce that way. Oh god, he is spiraling.

Dick immediately tries to shave it off, but you manage to soothe him and convince him otherwise. It takes a few stern scoldings, but he eventually oblidges.

You shower him with compliments and honest thoughts about how you feel about the stubble, which makes him melt in return. He ends up loving it again too, but mostly because it seems to make you happy.

⁛ JASON TODD

Jason doesn't really care about his facial too much. It happens quite often that he grows a stubble. It doesn't bother and he doesn't notice it happens most of the time.

But what he does notice, is when you stare at him more often and seem to be more clingy.

And he figures it out quickly.

"seriously? what next, you tell me you love porn staches?", but he secretly loves the positive effect it has on you. Jason just keeps the stubble for a little longer before he shaves it off again, starting the whole process from the beginning just to see you melt because of some facial hair.

As he is, he tends to tease you more with it by nuzzling his cheek against your silky skin or rubbing it softly against your shoulder from behind. He enjoys how you shiver each time.

(You don't tell him he looks a lot like Bruce, knowing he'd hate it and never wear it again.)

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I assume cause you liked my post about Erik that you write for him? Maybe something about cuddling while he plays mortal kombat. Just fluffy and soft. If you want! No pressure boo

Authors Note: I of course will write a cute fluffy and soft short for Erik. First request I love the idea. Thank you for your request. I hope everyone enjoys. I did my best having only watched the movie once, so I hope it's alright.

Cuddles and Kombat

Type: Fluff

Warning: Cussing, Erik being Erik, Erik slightly being ooc (I've only seen the movie once going off how I believe he would act planning on buying the movie for future posts)

Original Work DO NOT COPY

Narrator's Perspective

It was a normal day in the Campbell household, Y/n had been helping Mrs. Campbell prepare lunch for the family, while Erik was playing video games as he had nothing better to do at the moment due to his girlfriend being busy helping his mother. Y/n had flour on her hands when Bobby frantically came into the kitchen asking multiple times if anyone has seen Paco, Y/n cleans her hands, and helps look for Paco with Bobby.

 Bobby goes into the living room where Erik is laying on the couch playing a ranked game of Mortal Kombat telling Bobby to calm down, and that we’d find Paco but Bobby started pushing Erik to look under the pillows. Erik was getting irritated saying “I can’t pause alright, it’s an online matc… are you serious right now” Bobby was persistent, and Erik once again says “Can you do me a kindness, fuck off” 

Then Charlie walks in seeing Y/n, and goes to hug her, she smiles, hugging back when she notices Paco curled up by her bag, she giggles going to grab him.

Y/n’s Perspective

I noticed Paco near my bag, and I picked him up and started to baby talk to him “There you are Paco, you almost gave Bobby a heart attack” I smile, then Stefani walks in shocking her. I hand Paco over to Bobby, when Charlie starts chuckling saying “Oh, dude she's flunking out of school” I head back to the living room where Erik stands up saying “Hey, welcome to the club” with a teasing smile. I roll my eyes, and kiss Eriks cheek which makes him melt, and look like a love sick puppy. 

I ruffle Charlie's hair, and head back to the kitchen. “Here Brenda let me help with that” I offer my help once again, setting the table when Erik walks in with a golf club, I let out a small snort as he looked so cute with his messy hair. We all settled down to eat lunch. I sat next to Erik as normal. The meal was very lively as everyone was chatting, and having their own conversations. I however noticed that Stefani seemed out of place. Not that I blame her because she hadn’t been around much due to school. I started to include Stef in conversations until everyone had finished eating, I offered to help with dishes, and cleaning up.

 However Brenda waved me off letting me know that I could go relax, and that she appreciated my help. I nodded with a smile, and pulled Erik into the living room again, “Oh, feeling risky are we Peach~” Erik teased with that smirk he had when he wanted to tease, and see me blush.

Erik’s Perspective

Y/n pulled me into the living room, and I decided to tease her a little bit since it was just us in the room. I grab my Xbox controller, and lay on the couch opening my arms for Y/n wanting to just relax with her. I notice her beautiful e/c eyes soften, and relax. She finally curls up into my chest. I started a new match resting the controller on the small of her hip while I played, wanting to get my rank back up after Bobby rudely interrupted me earlier. I notice Y/ns breathing started to even out as she slowly fell asleep, I glance down, and smile kissing the crown of her head when Julia walks by heading upstairs to her room but not before saying “You are so whipped for her Kiki”

I was going to deny it, but it was true. I loved the beautiful girl who is sleeping on my chest, she was with me for who I am.

Time Skip: Y/n’s Perspective

You slowly open your eyes, and notice that Erik had fallen asleep probably after a few matches of his game. You smile, moving some hair out of his eyes, and I turn off the console, setting the controller onto the coffee table, and turning the TV off, grabbing a throw blanket, and pulling it over us. I curl into his chest again. When he groans softly, I kiss his cheek. “Sorry to wake you Kiki, was just turning the TV off” Erik doesn’t respond, and he just pulls me closer and slightly opens his eyes when he says “Don’t apologize I like being woken up to you curled into me” he teased in a groggy voice, and I giggle giving him a small peck on his lips feeling his stubble tickle my face. I smile when Erik deepens the kiss as he cups my left cheek with his hand as I place mine on his chest. Just then Charlie throws a pillow saying “Get a room there are children here” Erik glares due to the pillow hitting me and I get out of his hold and start a pillow fight with Charlie, chasing him through the house when he admits defeat and we all laugh.

Erik’s Perspective

After watching Y/n beat Charlie with a pillow, I walk behind her wrapping my arms around her waist kissing her neck softly, I throw her over my shoulder as she squeaks, and I carry her back to the living room so we can cuddle without interruptions. Halfway through the hall I feel a sharp smack on my ass. I hear a giggle, and the words “What!? You have a nice ass Kiki” I roll my eyes at her words, and I toss her onto the couch. I lay my head on her chest, she runs her fingers through my hair and in that moment I knew. Nothing could take this girl from me, I knew I was in love with Y/n, and I know I never want to let her go, she's my rock, she gets me, makes me happy too. 

I look up at Y/n and she smiles at me, that beautiful smile I get to see all the time. I kiss her again wanting to know I’m not dreaming because if I am I don’t wanna wake up. I wanna stay here, in this moment with her.

Y/n’s Perspective

You smile into the kiss with Erik, when he pulls away he looks at me with those soft bluish grey eyes that I love so much. “I love you Kiki” I say with a soft smile and Erik responds with a muffled “And I love you Peach” I kiss his hairline when I notice him reaching for his controller again and I laugh, “Can’t get a break from Mortal Kombat?” I tease. Erik just says, “Gotta rank up Peach, and besides I have you as my lucky charm” a slight pink color dusts my cheeks at his words. Erik turns around laying against me as I continue to play with his hair while I watch him win more matches of Mortal Kombat. While watching Erik with each match I absentmindedly start making small braids in his hair. Every so often I would take the braids out just to run my fingers through his hair again. When randomly I feel something crawling onto my shoulder, and I hear Bobby once again asking if anyone has seen Paco. I glance at my shoulder, and it’s Paco when he sits in the nook of my shoulder and neck, seemingly going to sleep. Bobby comes in asking and I just point to my shoulder, and Bobby leaves knowing Paco is in good hands.

Narrator’s Perspective

The day continues with Erik on Y/n while playing Mortal Kombat and Paco curled up on her shoulder. Erik wins more rounds ranking up like he wanted. When it starts getting dark Y/n gives Paco to Bobby, and Erik takes Y/n to his room where they listen to the playlist Erik made for her, and she changes into one of Erik’s shirts and shorts. While Erik changes into some black sweatpants and lays in his bed shirtless, they both get under the covers with a different playlist playing in the background as they were both just content in each other's presence. Erik holds Y/n as she traces his tattoos as he rubs her back and plays with her hair. Soon they both slowly start to doze off to sleep in a loving embrace clueless to the world around them. Little did they both know there were bets being made about when Erik would propose, everyone already knows that Y/n is the best thing that has happened to Erik, they all want them both to be happy. Clearly, they were made for each other, and that their love will last for a long time.

Author's Note: Hey guys it's been some time since I posted I'm still new on here, I will try and get some more stuff posted tomorrow as I have the day off, and I enjoy writing. Let me know what you guys thought of this. I would love to hear tips to help me improve.