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Neighbors with Benefits: Part 7 (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Part of the #hotdilfsummerchallenge @hellishjoel

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Words: 3500

Triggers: Smut

You’re my girl. The word went off like an echo in your mind all day long. You’re my girl. You’re my girl. You’re my girl.

Did that make you Joel’s girlfriend? You weren’t sure; but it was good enough for now. More than good enough. You went from low to high in the matter of a few softly spoken words.

You sat at the kitchen table, typing away at your laptop as you filled out job applications that matched your career choice in the immediate area. As you submitted several over the course of an hour or so, your mind began to wander and you thought about how your adult life could unfold.

Get a job. Turn it into your career. Continue to see Joel. Things get more serious. Both of you are making decent money. You move into the house next to your parents with him - after your parents finally approve. You get married, have babies and your parents can see their grandchildren whenever they want because they’re one-hundred feet away. Everyone lives happily ever after. The end.

You tried not to get ahead of yourself, but that day you allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasy. Joel had eased your mind just enough when said those words to you; and you knew he meant them. From what you could honestly tell, Joel was just as wrapped up in everything as you were.

As you were about to hit the submit button for a job in the next town over, you suddenly paused upon reading one crucial detail that hadn’t been a part of previous applications: You will be staying overnight at the academy for a four month period.

Staying overnight, hmm. You thought about it for a moment and then closed out the browser. That just won’t work.

Mentally, you were all in. A short time ago you couldn’t wait to start your career, find an apartment and get on with adulting. Now, things had changed; but you knew that was part of life. You had two things in mind, and both of them could be achieved, you knew. Still, you acknowledged there were some obstacles to be cleared before the happily ever after could happen. One, Joel’s divorce needed to be finalized. Two, you had to eventually tell your parents you were seeing your older, still-married neighbor.

Those can wait. You smiled, not letting your inner monologue bring you down. I need to decide what I’m wearing to dinner.

Joel sipped on a glass of wine and stared across the way. You were dressed in a classy black dress and your best jewelry. "You’re too good for me," he said with a grin, making you laugh.

You shook your head. “I’m way out of my league with you.”

Joel shook his head again and grinned wider. “Maybe we’ve both met our match then.”

“Maybe.” You raised your eyebrows and smirked at him, tapping your glass against his and leaned closer to him as you rested your foot on top of his under the table.

"Here are your salads," a waiter whipped in, laying plates down in front of each of you and refilling the empty glasses of water beside your wine. "Your meals will be out shortly."

"Thank you.” You politely nodded and the man nodded back before wandering to another table.

"Thanks," Joel echoed, and then quickly regained your gaze.

You took a sip from your wine and gently smacked your lips. His eyebrows raised and he looked down at his plate with a smile when he felt your foot travel up the inside of his pant leg along his calf.

Joel chuckled to himself and then looked back up at you, promptly throwing his napkin down over his lap. “You're going to get us kicked out of here,” he teased.

You forked a small bite from your salad and stopped rubbing your foot against him. A smile formed on your face. “We wouldn't want that.”

"Don't tempt me.”

You laughed lightly and teased him back, whispering. "The things I want to do can wait until we get home."

Joel had to keep himself from laughing out loud as he sported a big grin. He leaned forward and spoke quietly. "You could always tell me about it."

“I thought we were supposed to have a serious talk,” you whispered, still grinning.

“Oh, is that why you keep rubbing your foot against my calf?”

You laughed a little louder and then looked around the immediate area, seeing that no one was paying attention. You then returned your attention to Joel.

"I could live with getting kicked out of here," Joel added with a wink as he rounded up another bite of lettuce. "Just sayin'..."

"You bring out my worst," you joked with a smile, never breaking eye contact.

"And you bring out my best, honey." He smiled back. "That's why I think this is going to work.”

You wanted to lean across the table and give him a kiss but rather you reached for his hand on top of the table and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I want to be with you.” There… you said it. You said the words out loud that you had been wanting to say; and to say you were pleased by Joel’s immediate response would be an understatement.

“I want this, too.” He nodded, never breaking eye contact, “I think about you just about every second I’m not with you; and I don’t know if that’s ever happened to me quite like this.”

“Me either.”

“You’re young-”

“So what.” You stared more directly at him. “I want this. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you. Does my age bother you?”

“No.” Joel still smiled, keeping the mood light. He squeezed your hand back and you smiled wide at him.

“Good.”

He brought your knuckles to his lips. “Your parents,” Joel began, “They're-”

“Let me worry about that,” you cut him off again. “We don't have to sort everything out right this second.”

“Fair enough.” Joel kept your hand in his and you smiled simultaneously when you felt his foot run up the inside of your calf now. When you bit your lip he grinned more mischievously and lowered his voice, "Weren't you going to share details about what you wanted to do to me?”

Your eyes remained on his as his thumb began to trace circles over the back of your hand. "We should have ordered a booth so we could've sat together on the same side," you told him.

He tipped the corner of his mouth up in a half-smirk. "Well, normally I hate it when couples do that shit so you'd have to give me a good reason to consider it.”

"I'd give you plenty of reasons to consider."

"Tell me."

You knew by now that Joel could do some serious dirty talking to get you all hot and bothered but you weren't as confident in your own ability to do so. You had things running through your mind but you started giggling when you thought of yourself actually saying them out loud.

"More water?" The waiter returned with a pitcher.

"I'm fine, thank you,” you told him, leaning back to sip your wine instead. Joel put a hand up as he declined.

"Just another minute until your food comes out."

Joel didn't miss a beat, looking back to you as the waiter stepped away. "I'll take the lead on this one," he told you with a smile. "You see, if you were seated right next to me I'd slowly run my hand up the inside of your thigh..." Joel took another bite from his salad. "And I'd use these two fingers to slip your underwear to the side…”

"What if I'm not wearing any?"

He raised his eyebrows in the slightest bit of intrigued shock and then let his eyes drop toward your waist. His tongue reactively danced across his lips and then he grinned more devilishly than before. Joel looked over his shoulder, down at his lap and then back to you. "My God, woman.”

You were so enamored by Joel that you couldn't help but shamelessly let out what you were feeling; whether it be through the subtle intimate touches or quiet flirtation. It amped up your heart rate because the territory was so unfamiliar.

“I think it's best we didn't land ourselves a booth then." You grinned, "Because…”

Joel had both of his elbows on the table with his hands folded beneath his chin as he leaned almost halfway across the table now. "Because what?"

You motioned with your eyes to the waiter, who was holding a tray by his shoulder. "Guess the rest will have to wait."

He turned, wanting to slip a one hundred dollar bill into the guy's shirt and tell him to get lost, but he slowly leaned back in his chair with a painful smile on his face.

You felt pleased with yourself seeing him just a bit flustered. You never felt completely in control of him, and you hoped you could make it last.

"Steak dinner for you sir." The waiter placed Joel's food down, "And baked Tilapia for you ma'am." He looked back and forth between the two of you. "What else can I do for you?"

"Nothing," you said at the same time, and then you added. "Thank you so much."

The man nodded again and walked away.

"You know... you should dress up more often," you told him.

He chuckled to himself and began cutting the steak in front of him. "If it'll bring this side out of you-"

"No really." You smiled at him. "You look nice."

Joel shrugged and took a bite. You could see an uncomfortable shift in his posture because of the compliment. Despite you finding his fleeting moment of coyness to be adorable, you decided to get back to being flirty and a little silly to keep the vibe of the night going. "Why don't we get these meals to go and, uh..."

He glanced up to you and stopped chewing on the bite in his mouth, seeming to be eager to agree despite just getting the overly expensive meals. When he realized you were kidding he shook his head. "You're enjoying this huh?" he finally asked with a smile.

"Enjoying what?"

"You know what."

You laughed and decided to focus on your dinner. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to, uh…." Joel subtly motioned to his lap with his fork and then as if he was speaking to a dog he said, "Down boy," making you laugh a little louder.

Joel chuckled and looked around to a few other diners that looked in your direction. He then looked back at you with a laugh of his own and lowered his voice again. "We're doing dessert at home."

You continued to laugh with him as you forked a bite of fish into your mouth. “Deal.”

By the time dinner was done, you felt like you were in a notch deeper. Joel slipped an arm around your waist as you exited the restaurant and the two of you made your way up the quaint, little street toward where he'd parked his truck.

"You do look beautiful," he told you as you went.

“Thank you.”

He opened the passenger door and helped you up into the truck, careful not to let you slip in your heels. You thanked him again and watched as he crossed around the vehicle to enter through his side. Joel closed the door and walked around, joining you in the car before resting a hand on your left leg. "I'm curious to see if you were being serious about the no panties thing."

"Still thinking about that huh?" You teased and glanced down as the muscles in his fingers twitched against your thigh in anticipation. "Only one way to find out."

He leaned across the way and kissed you while sliding his hand further up your leg. You massaged his tongue with your own, pressing your eyes shut hard. When his lips parted from yours, Joel took a long, deep breath out his nose. He slid his hand away and leaned back in the driver’s seat."We've got a forty minute ride home.” He looked over at you, biting his bottom lip for just a second and said. "I think I’m going to draw this one out."

You shook your head at him, noting he was making it obvious that he was taking back control of the situation. "You're going to be wondering the whole ride," you told him.

"I may just have to surrender to you before then," he admitted, beginning to pull the truck out of the parking space as he headed down the road.

"So, is this our first real date?" you asked him.

Joel grinned and gave a nod, “I suppose it is.” He linked his fingers through yours and took the steering wheel in his left hand.

You turned to him with a smile and knew he could tell you were purposely staring when he grinned to himself.

"I love that you wrote your number on a post-it,” you said to him honestly, smiling so wide that it began to make your jaw ache.

Joel laughed out loud, “The perks you get of dating an older man.”

“One of the many.”

“You know I thought about you the entire night after we first met on your back step.”

“Really?” You knew you must’ve sounded like a giddy teenager.

“Mmm…” Joel swallowed hard but a closed-mouth smile remained on his face, “I couldn’t believe you showed up at the bar that night.”

“I couldn’t believe you were there. Holly asked if I knew you and when I looked, I almost didn’t know what to do.”

Joel glanced over at you, “I’m glad you picked there of all places.”

“Me, too.” You added, “I, uh… I’ve never just done something like that before. I never wanted to. I don’t do one-night stands, or even just hook up to hook up. Not that I care if people do.” You were rambling, “My friends do all the time, it’s just not me.” You took a breath, trying to reel in your thoughts and were relieved when Joel began to chuckle.

“I know,” Joel said to you, “And you don’t have to explain.”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone since October of last year.”

He glanced at you now.

“Before you,” you added.

Joel grinned and brought the back of your hand to his lips. “Whatever happened in your relationships before me is your business. All I care about is today… and tomorrow… and the day after that.”

You smiled and leaned across the way, glancing at the open road in front of you. You planted a single kiss on his lips, vowing to take on his mindset and to stop worrying about his soon-to-be ex wife. Joel was right. The past was the past. The future was yours for the taking.

He kissed you back, glancing at the road quickly before kissing you again. "I got an idea."

You grinned, willing to follow anything he said at that moment. "What?"

Joel smiled and then floored the pedal a little harder, weaving in and out of traffic before taking an exit halfway between the restaurant and his house. He pulled the truck down a series of backroads before coming to a clearing on top of a cliff that overlooked a large body of water that stretched on for miles.

"Where are we?" You asked him, staring outward at the darkened sky.

"Nice ain't it?"

You smirked. "Something tells me you've been here before."

"Can't we let the past be the past?" Joel laughed, reiterating his previous statements.

"How many women have you taken here before me?" You raised your eyebrows at him in a playful accusation.

"A couple," he admitted, "As a younger man." And then added, leaning across the way to kiss you again. "But I just couldn't wait the forty minute ride."

You kissed him back and closed your eyes. "As long as I'm the last woman you take here..." They were a bold choice of words, but you said them anyway.

"I can agree to that," Joel told you, feeling your tongue eagerly slide back in his mouth. Your hands reached for his belt and Joel moaned into your mouth when he felt it unlatch. He pulled back for a moment, reaching for the handle that launched his seat back away from the steering wheel and then pulled you onto his lap upon shoving his pants down past his knees.

Joel moved his hand between your legs and a smile formed on his face as he fingered your underwear to the side.

“I was just teasing about the panties,” you whispered against his lips, watching his eyes close. A smile twisted back onto his face

"Save that one for our tenth date,” he choked out, leaning his head back against the headrest when you lowered yourself down onto him. Joel let out a satisfied sigh when your bodies finally connected after the prolonged sexual banter at dinner that left him yearning to touch you.

You began to move on top of him, making every part of his body twitch with pleasure. You grabbed him by his tie and kissed him hard. Immediately, you could tell he enjoyed your moment of aggression because he let out an extended moan into your mouth.

You abruptly pulled your face away. "People don't come up here, do they?" you breathed against him, not stopping as you rode him.

Joel didn't seem to care as he helped to move you with his hands; his eyes were still closed and mouth partway opened.

"Joel." You smiled and he let his eyes flicker open with a groan and a lopsided grin.

"Why, are you imagining the paper headlines?" he asked. "Local construction worker arrested for lascivious acts in a public place with his hot, young girlfriend?" He pulled your face to his and kissed you again, urging you to continue.

Girlfriend. That was all you needed to hear. Everything he had just said ignited a fire inside you as he penetrated your lips with his tongue with force. Your hand wrapped around his tie again and Joel groaned.

You didn't stop this time, breathing heavily against his mouth as he thrusted up from beneath you. When you parted your lips from his to moan, Joel grabbed your face again, guiding your mouth back to his. You could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself as he tried stopping you several times from then on out, but you didn't let him.

"You're not going to get yours," he warned, almost unable to get the words out, while keeping his eyes closed tightly as his eyebrows pressed together. His hands gripped your hips hard and you grinded on him forcefully, moaning his name out into his ear.

The muscles in Joel’s abdomen tightened and he held you against him harder as his bare thighs tensed. “Fuuuuck…” he bucked his hips up, letting out a series of moans and curse words all the while pushing your hips down forcefully against his as he began to come. Joel’s eyes were pressed shut and through gritted teeth he hissed your name.

You loved the few times when you got him so worked up that he couldn't control himself. Watching his face in that moment of pure ecstasy made your entire body feel hot and satisfied.

Joel's head finally fell back against the top of the seat again and he breathed heavily in and out with his eyes closed. You remained on top of him and touched your lips gently to his, releasing his tie from your hand before climbing off of him to get back in the passenger seat.

He didn't move for a few seconds and then finally glanced over. "Okay..." Joel took a deep breath. "Now I'm ready to fuckin' go to sleep."

You snickered and readjusted yourself next to him.

"Told you you weren't going to-" he began, but you leaned back across the center console and kissed him again. It was a hot, passionate kiss despite the intimacy that had just come to a close in the cab of his truck. "We have a long ride home," You reminded him, "So, don't get too sleepy because you owe me one once we get there."

Joel smiled and looked down before pulling his pants back up. He looked at you with a lazy grin. "You got it, honey.”

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romanreignsbae · 4 months

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Lingerie - R.R

SLIGHT SMUT!

My boyfriend Joe is always taking the opportunity to spoil me. Weither it be buying a handbag I've been dying for, jewelry that costs more then you can imagine, or pampering me constantly.

I especially love my mall trips with him, since anything I eye he ends up buying for me.

Since he's been extra busy cause it's WrestleMania season, he hasn't spent much time with me one on one. Now don't get me wrong we are together 9/10 times of the day, since I travel with him. But, we haven't really had the chance to stroll through the streets together. Alone.

Today he made sure his schedule was free, his phone was on dnd, and he had all his attention on me.

He informed me I will be accompanying him ringside for WrestleMania. Night 1 would be his tag team match with the rock his partner, and night 2 his title match against Cody.

I wanted to get all dolled up for him, so today I would choose my outfits.

We were in the car on our way to the mall. "So baby, where do you wanna go first?" Joe asked me. "Hmm" I thought. I looked over at my man to see him looking fine as ever.

He was wearing his hair slicked back per usual, and an all black tracksuit, fitting in the right places. He drove with his left hand and kept his right hand on my upper thigh with a tight grip.

"Maybe a dress shop? I need to find my outfits, and I wanna do it asap, if that's okay with you" I asked.

"Whatever you want princess" he told me, while turning over with a smile placed on his pretty plump lips.

He opened the car door for me, and we walked hand in hand to the mall entrance.

We walked into the mall and immediately headed for a pretty dress shop, I saw. It was all pink and the windows displayed beautiful fitting mini dresses, that I could see myself wearing.

I wanted to get a mini dress and some Jordans to match. We browsed through the shelves and I noted of some dresses of which I wanted to try on.

I grabbed a few and heading into the change room with Joe following right behind me, looking through the dresses himself.

"Ok, I'll be quick just wait here" I tell him. I went to the change room and attempted to shut the door but his foot came in between the door.

"Uh uh, you need to have my opinion, so let me in sweetheart" he told me in a playful tone. Making an excuse to see me change, of course.

God, this man was always gonna take a chance to see me undress. Always so horny and needy.

I didn't fight him on his request and let him in. He went to sit on the mini stool in the corner of the somewhat big change room.

He sat there just looking at me. I got kinda shy, since i had to undress."C'mon now baby, don't be shy. Change" he ordered.

I changed into the first dress. It was silky and black and stopped at mid thigh. It hugged my body perfectly. I think this would be suitable for night 1.

I looked at Joe through the mirror. "What do you think Joe?" I questioned. He didn't say anything he just kept eye contact with me licking his lips slowly and nodding his head lightly. A blush crept into my face.

I felt myself start to heat up down there, which is pathetic because he literally didn't even touch me and he has this effect on me.

I tried on the next one. It was long, sliky, and red. If I wore this I would wear it with heels.

I was admiring it in the mirror, and then I felt 2 hands grab me. Joe pulled me to sit in his lap.

I could feel his breath fanning over my ear. "Watch what I do to you when we get home" he murmured lowly.

Now he's got me feeling some typa way. But no- I had to get through this shopping trip.

We headed to the register and Joe took his card out to pay. I felt guilty since both these dresses were expensive. But thanked him right after.

We skimmed through our shopping trip and were about to leave until Joe said he wanted to go to one more store. He lead me into Victoria Secret and browsed through all the different sections of the store.

He picked up various lingerie sets and made comments about how I would look in them. "Your thighs would look so good in these baby girl" Or "this would hug your curves perfectly". He didn't even know what he was doing with me to these words.

He kept a strong grip on my hand and lead me into a change room. He picked out just one set for me to try on. It was red and looked so elegant.

"We won't take long, I just want you to try on this one" he ordered. I changed into it while he eyed me hungrily.

He slowly pulled his pants down and revealed his hard on. "J-joe no, not in here...I'll be too loud" I said sheepishly. In our relationship I was always the louder one.

"Nah nah baby, we can do all that at home, I just want you to suck my cock for now." He set me down onto my knees lightly and nodded his head forwards as if telling me to continue.

I slowly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out. He was blessed in size to say the least.

I started pumping upwards with both my hands, I placed a few mini misses and kitten licks on his tip. He grunted "don't tease me."

I slowly took him into my mouth swirling my tongue on his tip and nipping at it lightly.

I looked up to see his head thrown back and his eyes shut. He moaned lowly, just loud enough for me to hear.

I continued making small contact with his tip which I knew was pissing him off. A few seconds later he grabbed both sides of my head and pushed himself all the way back into my throat. I choked due to his size but he didn't let up.

He groaned loudly this time, if it weren't for the background music playing in the store I bet everyone would hear him.

"Uhhh baby, thats how I like it" he praised. I felt happy knowing I was satisfying him.

He then let me back into control so started toying with his balls, only pushing him closer to the edge.

I removed him from my mouth and lowered myself towards his balls, sucking on them.

He grunts loudly, while his legs shake signaling he's getting close. I take himself back into my mouth as deep as I can while still using my hands to play with his balls.

That's all it takes until I feel a load of his cum shooting down my throat, I swallow it all.

He pulls away and gives me a passionate kiss. "Thank you baby" he tells me. I nod my head at him in a way to say 'your welcome'.

"I'll treat you when we get home" he announces, only making me crave him more.

I get changed back into my original clothes while Joe goes and pays for all the lingerie he picked out.

Now I was excited to see what was to come for me next when we got home.

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honeyjars-sims · 2 months

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3.16 Mr. Sensitive

After Johnny had his talk with Lucy, she made good on her promise to trust him with more tasks. For a bit, he worried about what he’d gotten himself into. Gone were the days of lazing about on set—Johnny was following in Lucy’s footsteps with the amount of running around he was doing.

As much as his feet were aching by the end of the day, the productivity actually helped to boost Johnny’s confidence. For once, he felt useful. The things he did at work contributed to the content they were producing, both directly and indirectly. His co-workers appreciated his efforts and Lucy was grateful to have more time to focus on the bigger picture.

He was distributing call sheets when he heard Lacey, Lilly, and Clara discussing an idea for a video.

“We could all dress up as a different Voidcritter when we play the new game,” Lacey was suggesting to her cast mates.

“Great idea! I think I would really serve as Avesu,” Lilly offered. “I just need some feathers and some gold jewelry.”

“Ooh, I want to be Cyprin! They’re the cutest Voidcritter in my opinion,” said Clara.

“Hmm, you kind of look like Cyprin,” Lacey told her. Clara pursed her lips like a fish and crossed her eyes, making her friends laugh. “I’d like to be Nimbus,” Lacey continued. “I don’t know how I would make the cloud part, though.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Johnny broke in. “The art department has some foam sheets. If you cut them into strips you could arrange them to look like a cloud without it being too heavy.”

Johnny flipped over one of the call sheets and began sketching out his idea. “Like this. You can sit on one of the ottomans and it’ll look like you’re perched on the cloud.”

“Wow, that’s really great, Johnny!” Lacey exclaimed. “It’s perfect. Do you mind if I keep this to show the art department?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Johnny agreed.

“Who knew we had another artist in the building?” Lilly enthused as she peered at Johnny’s drawing.

Johnny shrugged. “I’m not really an artist. I just do silly little drawings in my journal sometimes.”

“You have a journal?” Clara asked.

He could feel his face grow hot. That wasn’t something he usually told people about. “Well, I used to when I was younger,” he explained. “I haven’t written in it much lately.”

“Well, I think that’s cool!” Clara reassured him. “I like to journal, too. I never thought about drawing in mine, though.”

“Yeah, I think it’s attractive when guys are in touch with their feelings.” Lilly clasped her hands to her chest and smiled sweetly.

“You should pick up journaling again if it’s something you enjoy,” Lacey suggested.

“Maybe I will.” Johnny thanked them for their compliments.

He started to distribute the rest of the call sheets when Damien entered the room and requested everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I just got out of a major meeting and there’s something I need to discuss with everyone.”

Everyone gathered around, murmuring to each other about what their boss might be getting ready to tell them.

“As of today, I'm no longer the CEO of Rainy Day Entertainment.”

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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I know it’s late foe Christmas, but maybe this with Bucky? Any Bucky you want. Reader didn’t celebrate Christmas the way Bucky did when he was small, so both reader and their kid are so excited for experiencing Christmas in a new way, choosing Christmas tree, decorating it, preparing gifts, having Christmas dinner, and so on.

Thanksssss!!!!

18+

NEVER TOO LATE, in fact there's just 357 days left until next Christmas, so lets get an early start shall we? This is not a late Christmas fic okay, we’re just super early.

So much flufffyyy fluffff and bonus smutttt (breeding kink, pregnancy kink)

Imagine Bucky loved Christmas when he was little because his Ma would always have the perfect dinner ready, a knitted sweater along with a few small presents under the tree. He’d leave milk and cookies out for Santa with his sisters and being the sweet big brother he is, he’d make sure to wake up in the middle of the night to drink half the glass and finish up what they’d left out.

As he got a little older, he got excited to be able to buy presents for them too. He’d save up for the entire year so he could get them something nice. He’d find the perfect doll for his sister, jewelry for his ma, a watch for his dad. He’d make sure Steve joined them every year along with his family.

He adores the holidays because it brings family together and now that he has one of his own and a home, he’s ready to go all in.

Buying the tree

Bucky grinned, carrying Becca on his shoulders while you walked though through the tree lot, inspecting which one would be the best for this year. You smiled at the scent of the fresh pine needles that lingered in the air. You couldn’t tell who was more excited; Bucky, you or your daughter. You walked past a number of them, some super tall, short, narrow and scanty.

“Daddy that one!” She pointed to a plump full tree, her tiny hands patting Bucky’s head so he’d know where to look. “That one please!”

“You like that one jellybean?” He walked over to the large tree, chuckling to himself hearing her excited sequels from above his head. After picking the tree, Bucky strapped it to the hood of the car, excited to go home and start decorating. He pulled up to the drive way, easily grabbing the tree and shaking it a few times while you gave him an odd look.

“Gotta shake it or we’ll have spiders in here” Bucky snorted, giving the tree a few more precautionary shakes, knowing full well if he failed to do so, he’d be on spider duty for the next week. The human spider he had to work with was enough for him.

“C’mon bub, lets get the durations out!” You scooped your daughter from her car seat, the both of you running into the house and changing into some comfy clothes before setting out some decorations and crafting supplies. Bucky brought the tree in, deciding to set it up in the living room near the fire place while Becca got started on crafting.

“This is the first real tree I’ve ever decorated” You looked at the perfect tree in awe, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and untangling the Christmas lights.

“What did you used to do for Christmas, baby?”

“Hmm, we always had a plastic tree” You thought back to the sad tree your family pulled out year after year, the scanty branches nearly nonexistent. “Never had a real one”

“Daddy, help me make a weindeer” Becca was splayed on the floor, felt sheets and markers surrounding her. You smiled, watching Bucky hold her tiny hand to trace the brown felt sheet, the both of them with identical expressions, fully focused on making the perfect reindeer decoration. By the end of the night, you had a felt snowman, felt reindeer and your absolute favorite; a little white wolf.

“Just like daddy” She grinned, handing it to him, insisting he put it up. Bucky swallowed the lump that tried to form in his throat, kissing her chubby cheek before carefully hanging it on the tree. “Can we put the star up now, please?”

“Of course angel” Bucky lifted her up, as she placed the star on top of the tree, his eyes wide with amazement at the finished Christmas tree.

Wrapping presents

You snorted, watching Bucky grumble under his breath, another piece of tape stuck to his arm while he tried to wrap Steve’s gift. Of all Christmas activities, wrapping gifts was his least favourite. He was happy to cut paper, ribbon and tape but he wasn’t a fan of figuring out how much paper you needed and why all of his folds were soo crooked.

“You okay there Buck?” you asked teasingly while he looked at you with puppy eyes, nudging the box towards you, hoping you’d finish while he focused on the gifts that went in bags. You wordlessly took the box, switching so he could add tissue paper to Tony’s bag instead.

“How ya doing there jellybean?” Bucky looked over his shoulder to see Becca huff on the floor, unrolling even more paper so she could wrap the skateboard she had picked out for Morgan.

“I can do it!” She stated, determined to wrap the present for her best friend all by herself without help.

You added name tags and bows to everything, using your husband as a human wall while you quickly got started on your daughters gift and she was thankfully too distracted to see what you had been up to. You had both bought her her first doll house, one that was as tall as her (there was no convincing Bucky to get a smaller one, his babygirl would get the nicest doll house to play with)

“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas doll” Bucky playfully nudged you while you giggled, adding a few bows to the gift.

“Hmm, do I get to have my super solider for Christmas this year? That’s all I really want” You look at him with hopeful eyes, worried a last minute mission would take him away.

“Nothing could take me from you on Christmas, I’ll be right under the tree with a bow in my hair if you asked me to baby” Bucky smiled, “Now what does my angel actually want” You shook your head, swatting him away as you started to clean the table. There truly wasn’t anything you wanted but to have him with you.

(Of course what you don’t know is he’s already wrapped your gift and hidden it in the closet)

Christmas Eve

“Does Santa like Oreo’s or Gingerbread men?” Becca rummaged through the boxes of cookies, carefully inspecting each one so she’d have the perfect assortment by the tree.

“I think Santa like’s chocolate chip cookies, maybe even some of the sugar ones and if you’re feeling generous tonight, maybe Santa would appreciate a glass of daddy’s special apple juice” Bucky

“That’s what you and mama like!” She got to work getting out two of each cookie before grabbing a glass for the milk. “Daddy you pour the apple juice”

“Oh my god” You snorted while Bucky grinned to himself, adding a glass of whisky beside the milk.

“Time for bed now baby, Santa will only come by if you’re asleep” Your baby gave you grabby hands, happily cuddling into you while you carried her to her room, tucking her into the sheets.

You went back down, giggling when you say Bucky with a Santa hat, munching on the cookies, patting on the seat for you to join him while he sipped on the dark liquid.

“Naughty Mr. Clause” You pecked a kiss onto his nose, squeaking when he pulled you onto his lap.

“Naught for you Mrs. Clause” He winked, bringing you down for a kiss, the both of you cuddling by the fire place. He couldn’t help but run his hands through your hair, humming at the softness of your lips, chasing more of you each time you pulled away for air.

“What if Becca wakes up” You panted, your forehead resting on his.

“Then she’ll understand the song I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause” He smirked, pulling you in for another kiss.

Christmas day

“Merry Christmas sweet heart” Bucky mumbled, his voice still low and laced with sleep. He slung his arm around, pulling you close so he could cuddle with you for a while before opening presents. He whined as you wiggled out of his hold to grab him something from the closet, stroking his hair to coax him awake.

“I wanted to give this to you now” You whispered, placing a soft wrapped gift on his lap as he sat up, curiously inspecting the present. His eyes grew wide as he took apart the paper, a thick warm knitted sweater with the initials JBB embroidered on the inside of the neckline. “I made it for you, just like how you Ma used to”

Bucky blinked back the tears that welled in his eyes, running his hand over the soft material. Ever since he had been telling you about all the Christmas traditions he had with his family, you wanted to give Bucky something that came from his childhood.

“I love you” Was all Bucky could muster, biting his lip, throwing it on before kissing you deeply and then slipping out of bed to get Becca.

Your eyes grew wide at the large pile of presents, there were easily 6 more than what you had remembered.

“Bucky, what-”

Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, proud of himself for sneaking away as you slept, placing the extra presents under the tree in the middle of the night.

“Merry Christmas mama!” You felt her tiny arms wrap around you thighs, her face squished against them.

“Merry Christmas babygirl” You kissed the top of her head, her full focus on the large pile of gifts under the tree.

“May I open them now?” She bounced on her heels, “Please?”

She didn’t waste a second as soon as you nodded, grabbing the large red box with her name on it, squealing and jumping into your laps, peppering as many kisses as she could on both of you.

“Mama, daddy, you bought me a doll house?!” Her large eyes twinkled, her hands grasping onto Bucky’s cheeks.

“Do you like it bub” He smiled while she scrambled out of his lap to assemble it. You shook your head at the little pile of gifts that all had your name on it while Bucky waited for you to open them, excited to see you smile.

“Bucky, what did you do” You shook your head, gasping as you opened the first box; a dainty gold chain sitting on a velvet cushion.

“Spoiling my little girl and my wife” He shrugged, taking the chain out of the box so he could clasp it around your neck. “Here, I think you’ll like this one the most” He grabbed the last bag, plopping it onto your lap, his heart racing as he watched you pull off the tissue paper. You gasped, pulling out a soft blue teddy bear that was made from the material of one of his Henley's.

“My ma used to make them if we couldn’t fit into our shirts anymore. I know you like to wear them but I thought you might like this too” He blushed, while you looked at him with teary eyes, clutching the bear to your chest. “Maybe he can keep you company when I go on long missions”

“I love it so much James” You kissed his scruffy cheek, bringing the bear to your face, humming contently at the way his scent lingered on the material. “and I love you”

Christmas dinner

Bucky poured drinks while you carried appetizers to and from the kitchen; the house filled with music, laughter and all of the team and their families. The kids had gathered by the TV to watch a movie while everyone else piled in your living room, a mass of wrapping paper and ribbons all over the place from unwrapping more presents.

You giggled to yourself, watching Sam and Steve team up with Tony and Nat for an intense game of flip cup; Thor made sure he brought bottles of mead so the super soldiers could drink.

“Someone looks happy” You snorted as Bucky made his way over to you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Very happy angel” He pulled you to a quiet corner to sneak a few minutes with you, his hands roaming up and down your waist before playfully grabbing your ass. “Can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re walking around tempting me in this dress”

“Trying to have fun already?” You sassed, poking his side. He pulled you flush against him, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, enjoying the warmth of your body. He peeked up for a moment to check on the guests, his heart swelling with seeing everyone together. At his home. With his family.

“YO BARNES STOP DRAGGING YOUR WIFE TO THE MISTLE TOE AND BE MY PARTNER” Bucky snorted hearing Sam’s voice carry through the corridor, reluctantly pulling away from you. “I’ll have to sneak you away again in a bit doll” He kissed you once more before joining by Sam’s side.

Of course the rest of the night goes by with more antics, plenty of food, more of sneaky love struck Bucky and you both wouldn’t have it any other way. After everyone had left, you curled up on the couch with Bucky, Becca tucked to your side, nodding off, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Hmm, bed time bug” Bucky plucked Becca from your lap, carrying her over to her room and tucking her in carefully. He kissed her forehead while she snuggled into her sheets, cuddled up with her newest falcon plushie.

“Night daddy”

“Sleep tight baby” Bucky was about to make his way out until he heard her little voice again.

“Daddy?” He turned around to see her curious face thinking about what she wanted to ask, blinking up at him before speaking. “Can Santa bring me a brother?”

“A brother?”

“Uh huh. We don’t get to see Cass and AJ or Morgan all the time. I have no one to play with at home”

Bucky melted at her pouty face and puppy eyes, a signature look she had 100% inherited from him. He chuckled, giving her one last kiss before turning on her night light.

“Maybe for next Christmas, does that sound good?”

Bonus: Making Becca’s second gift

You were curled up in bed with a book while Bucky walked in, quietly closing the door behind him.

“Y’know, Becca actually wanted a different Christmas gift” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you cocked your head, gasping when he grabbed your thigh and pulled you to lie down against the pillows. He crawled on top of you, setting your book aside before settling himself between your legs causing your oversized t-shirt to ride up.

“Yeah? And what’s that”

“She wants a little sibling to play with” Bucky smirked, trailing a few featherlight kisses on your neck.

“Does she now?” You could feel your heartrate pick up, warmth already pooling between your legs.

“She does” He ran his tongue down the column of your neck. His cock was hard, pressing against your needy core, gently rocking his hips, groaning at the way your thighs squeezed around him. You moaned, spreading your legs further for him, bucking your hips up slightly to chase the friction of his cock rubbing on you. “What do you think mama? One more?”

“One more” You whimpered, desperate to have him in side you. Bucky sat back on his heels, pulling up you to strip your shirt off, and raising your hips to toss your panties away. He wasted no time throwing his boxers off, settling between your legs again, rubbing his bare cock against your entrance.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you?” There was no time for foreplay or prepping for tonight, the both of you now desperate. You whined, frantically nodding, waiting for Bucky to do something but he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Say it, tell me what you want me to do”

“Put a baby in me daddy” You moaned, clinging your arms around his neck, your arousal soaking the tip of his cock.

“You want daddy to put a baby in you?” He nudged the tip inside, teasing you, loving the way your eyes pleaded with him, your desperate moans spurring him on more.

“Please? Please daddy”

“Don’t worry doll, m’right here” You both gasped at the feeling of him filling you, inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. “M’right here angel” Bucky could feel his cock already throb, the very idea of getting you pregnant again made him extra sensitive.

“Move Bucky, please” He started to slowly rock his hips, placing soft kisses along your hairline, resting his forehead against yours. He loved the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body, your legs tight around his waist. He loved the sweet sounds that left your lips, moaning with you over how perfect you felt, how desperately in love he was with you.

“M’so lucky, you know that doll?” He pulled up slightly to look at your eyes, rolling his hips a little faster, chasing more of your warmth “Can’t believe your my wife, mother of my child-fuck-how did I get so lucky”

“I l-love you” Your nails dug into his back, pulling him so his full body weight was on you, the coil in your belly already starting to build feeling him so close. Bucky groaned, giving you deeper thrusts, angling his hips slightly to pull all the way out before slamming back in. You cried out in pleasure, his lips coming down to swallow your moans while he started to drip in your cunt. “Want a baby like you Bucky”

“Yeah? You want a little baby like me?” Your words made his cock throb, nearly cumming on the spot while you gazed at him with heart eyes, nodding while moving your hands to cup his face.

“Fuck-just like you Bucky!”

“Wanted-fuck-wanted to make love to you baby, get you pregnant with my babies while I feel all over you but you make it so hard baby, I just-I just-m’already gonna fucking cum, you feel so good”

“Oh fuckkk-keep-keep going Bucky don’t st-stop” You could feel the hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit, the veins in his cock pulsing.

“Never, I love making babies with you, mama” He panted against your neck, his hand coming to lace with yours, pinning the on the bed. “Prettiest mama ever, not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself when you’re pregnant angel, tellin you right fucking now, m’gonna fuck you and make love to you even when your all swollen and round”

You moaned, your pussy clenching and fluttering at his words while he lost himself further, grunting and panting with each thrust.

“You feel that huh? How hard my cock is for you baby, fuck-how swollen it is when I get to knock this pretty pussy up”

“Get me pregnant Buckyyy” You could feel your orgasm right on edge, your pussy gripping onto his cock with a vice like hold.

“Yeah? Daddy’s gonna get you pregnant angel, can fell my balls throbbing-shit-so heavy baby-almost hurts”

“Cum daddy, cum in me” Your needy voice threw Bucky over the edge, his pace growing sloppy. His hands moved to wrap around your body, holding you as close to him as possible, the head of his cock desperate to release.

“M’gonna get you pregnant baby-fuck get ready, gonna cum, gonna fucking CUM OH FUCKKK-” Bucky stilled, moaning into your neck, struggling to keep his voice low, as his cock spilled endless ropes of cum into you. He could feel each spurt make his cock jump, grinding his hips into you, pushing you against the mattress, making sure you got every single drop.

“Take alll my cum sweets, take it” Bucky kept his cock in you, his hand snaking down to rub your clit. His eyes locked with yours, pupils blown with lust and love as you bit down on his shoulder, your orgasm crashing down on you. “Thats it, cum when you’re all nice and full of me baby” Bucky groaned feeling your walls pull and clench around his softening cock. “God that feels good” The both of you took a moment to catch your breath, cuddled under the sheets, with kisses in between.

“So, we’ll have a little Bucky around for next Christmas?” Bucky smiled down at you, softly caressing your body while you laid on his chest.

“Hmm, we just might” You giggled, nodding, shifting up slightly so you could kiss him. You squealed as he grabbed you, rolling you over so you were under him again, his cock hardening almost instantly.

“James!”

He bit his lip, thrusting into you again as your eyes rolled back, he was going to make sure you were pregnant by the end of the night.

“I mean, our princess did ask for a sibling and she gets what she wants...”

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Out by the Docks

“Did you um- have you… touched yourself more to the thought of me?” She asks him quietly.

“What do you think, hmm?” He responds with a smile. He had come on his stomach and hands an embarrassing amount of times replaying that night. It was pathetic how much she had him in a chokehold.

“I would like to kiss you,” she says, scooting forward to slot her knees between his. “Would you like that too?”

He nods, tongue licking his lips in anticipation as his heart kicks up again. The butterflies start flapping about in his tummy as she leans in with puckered lips.

“I said that I’d like to kiss you not that you could,” he explains when she looks at him with furrowed brows. “You gotta ask me nicely, if you want me to kiss you,” he teases, kissing the tip of her nose.

“You want me to beg?” She scoffs.

PAIRING - spy!harry x princess!y/n

a/n - the long awaited part two to forbidden hours. it was initially supposed to be a small blurb that somehow became twice as long. thank you for waiting and i hope you like this part as much as i do. if you have any requests or ideas for the next part, let me know. as always, like and reblog. feed back is not only appreciated but much welcome. happy reading!

Word Count - 6.2k (not proofread)

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பரிசோதி. Examine. Harry runs a check of his catamaran for the fourth time in the past hour. Sailing was something he grew up doing and that did not mean he took it nonchalantly. It was not an easy task in the slightest; if one was not cognizant and five steps ahead of every single aspect of it, the sea would consume them. In a lot of ways it was an intricately woven tapestry of mastering the control of being at the mercy of the ocean. Two completely opposing beliefs somehow meshing together - like acrobats swinging from one side to another, it might seem like they are at the mercy of gravity and the ropes beneath them but they spend their lives mastering and learning how to taunt the inevitable forces without succumbing to it.

“The sea is a cruel mistress, Harry,” his father would often bark at him when he got one of the knots wrong. Which would then result with him doing a plethora of knots over the next few days until his father was convinced he could hold his own with the crew. He looks around, one more time, for good measure. His oars were greased up, the fabric of the sail - albeit dirty - was without tears, he had more ropes than necessary, a smaller set of paddles in case he’d lost it, food to hold him over, and a can of water.

Late, he sighs, sitting in his boat that was bobbing along with the lazy waves. The sun was over his head shining radiantly casting small shadows. It was past noon and no one had come to hand him the message from Princess Y/N. Did she forget? Can’t be. Maybe the stupid guard is lost, besides, the docks were vast. He reaches into his bag grabbing a fistful of puffed rice and throws it in the water, making the fish - that were previously eating the algae from the sides of his boat - flounder up and nibble on the white flakes. He looks over at their streamlined moist bodies flipping over others as they ravenously eat the floating white specs and his hands absentmindedly tightens the knot that was anchoring his boat to the side of the docks.

“Took you long enough. Have you no regard for people’s time,” he grumbles, as a shadow blocks the beam out light illuminating the iridescent scales of the fish.

“That’s no way to speak to the Princess,” she replies, with a hint of mirth in her tone. He whips his head around to find Y/N towering over him on the wooden dock.

“I apologise, your highness. I did not know it was you,” his cheeks tinge with pink as he vaults over to the wooden structure.

Y/N did not look like a member of the royal family today. There were no silks or expensive jewelry adorning her body, her hair was not done up high with flowers. It didn’t make her any less captivating in the slightest with her raven hair slicked back in a low bun, a red cotton saree with the long end twisted around her waist to make a belt to keep the top half of the saree intact since she was not wearing a blouse, and a small black dot in between her eyebrows. She had clasped an oxidised silver ornament around her neck and a small ring around her septum. She looked like she’s spent her whole life here out by the docks rather than the giant mansions with sprawling gardens.

“You - um - look-” Harry starts.

“I’m in disguise, Mr. Styles.” She answers, pulling out a blank parchment paper and hands it over to him. “I apologise for being late. I had stopped by the bazaar.”

“The bazaar, Princess Y/N,” he repeats, looking over her shoulder to find it empty.

“Having guards following me sort of defeats the purpose of the disguise, Harry.” She catches on as his eyes scan behind her.

“Of course.” He looks at the parchment in his hands turning it around. “It’s blank.”

“It is.”

“I thought I needed to sail to Lanka to deliver a message, ma’am,” he mumbles, looking down at the sheet of yellowed pulp running his thumb over to feel for any creases or indentations.

“Ma’am,” Y/N snorts out. “Really? You’re calling me a ma’am after what happened the other night,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief.

“It’s protocol,” he tells her blankly.

“Was it also protocol to crowd me against my desk in the middle of the night?” She arches her brow, enjoying the way his face flushes with colour. “The message is intended for the recipient’s eyes only. Karthi will know what to do.”

He nods, folding the paper and slotting it into a small zipped pocket of his dhoti pants. “I should set sail soon,” he informs her, making his way into his vessel. “Looks like a storm’s heading this way.”

“How can you tell, Mr. Styles,” she asks, stepping forward to look over at the horizon to find rain laden grey clouds but is instead met with tiny fluffy cotton akin ones dotting the powdery blue skies.

“I can smell it. There was a ring around the moon last night and red skies at dawn. It probably won’t break ground until a few days.”

“Very impressive,” she praises, looking down at him. “Here, I bought you some food for your travel,” she shifts through her linen bag that was draped over her shoulder. She pulls out a box of rambutan and some partially cooked spiced lentils.

“Thank you, Princess.” He stashes it next to his metal box of food supply. “Do you come to town often in your disguise?”

“Not very-” she is interrupted by the sound of people marching and a loud whistle followed by a booming voice asking the soldiers to fall in a single file. “That’s the admiral,” she whispers, eyes bulging out of her head. “Fuck. If he catches me I’m so dead.”

“Hop on,” Harry tells her.

“What?!?” She whisper shouts at him. “I have to head back.”

“I’ll take you to the palace. I know a way - right behind your garden. Get in,” Harry offers, coming over to the side and holding onto the side of the dock.

Y/N balks, looking down at his rickety catamaran. The structure looked like it was going to wither away in a few days - calling it old would be an insult at this point. Prehistoric was more so the right word. The ropes were frayed and seemed used. She is pretty sure the thing was built before she was born. No way in hell, she shakes her head.

“Princess,” he urges, as the sounds of footfall grow closer and closer.

“I’ll walk back. Maybe I can slip past them,” she tells him.

“It sounds like twenty men, how are you going to slip past all of them,” he shakes his head. “You’ll only be dragging me down with you.”

“I’ve slipped in and out of the castle loads of times,” she reasons.

“There’s only one way out of here, unless you fancy swimming,” Harry points out. “Y/N,” he insists, holding out one of his hands. She lets out a sigh and grips his palm as she climbs into the bobbing catamaran. Once she gets situated, Harry grips onto the oars and starts speedily rowing from the dock, away from the bay.

Harry looks over her every so often at Y/N as he steadily paddles his boat away. She was curled into herself, looking very unsure with her hands wrapped around her arms as she looked back at the disappearing docks. When the vessel bobs due to a sudden current she pales, gripping onto the wooden plank of her seat firmly, eyes never drifting back to the pier. He’s never seen her like that, and he certainly did not peg her to experience trepidation, uncertainty, and fret. The memory of the first time he met her was etched into the deep recesses of his brain.

It was eight months since he’d seen her for the first time. He had quickly become fast friends with the Crown Prince - her older brother - who had invited him to train within the palace grounds. He made his way into the halls of the building in wonder of tall ceilings and intricately carved woodwork and artwork and was led to the sparring arena. Vikram was waiting for him sans armour - he believed that having armour on while practice lets one have a certain air of nonchalance with the training thereby removing the stakes. His moves and close combat skills were immediately applauded by the members there with the Princes - Vikram and Karthi - asking a guard to take him to the stables, so he could pick his own horse and learn how to ride. That’s when Y/N walked into the arena, dressed immaculately in a cream silk saree and a colourful pashmina wrapped around her shoulders. There was no jewelry on her body other than a pearl choker and her hair was pulled back into a loose braid. There were four other handmaidens following her, who’d stopped at their tracks by the opened double doors as they giggled at the sweat laden covered men.

“What?” She stalked forward and snapped at her brothers.

“Good day to you too, little girl,” Vikram mocks.

“I have far more important things to do than entertain you, Vikram.”

“Don’t get snippy with me because I pulled you out of philosophy class -”

“A class you should be attending,” Karthi notes, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulder. “One word to the Queen Mother and you won’t see the outside of the library for the next month,” the two giggle together.

“Books don’t teach you anything, combat does. Anyway don’t go ganging up on me,” Vikram raises his hands in submission. “I just called you to meet my new friend,” he cocks his head to the side. “Y/N meet Harry Edwards Styles.”

Harry feels her gaze pierce right through him, her eyes roamed up and down his body. Being scrutinised made him straighten his back upright - mostly in a way to show off his stature. After a few moments her hickory eyes finally settled at his jade orbs. “Mr. Styles,” she greets him with a polite smile. “You must be the sea merchant who’d bought the crates of berry seeds.”

“Your highness,” he bows. “The sea merchant is my father.”

“Ah, makes sense. You seem awfully young to master navigating the treacherous waters of the Pacific.”

“Thank you, Princess,” he mutters, cheeks heating up at her calling him young.

“That was hardly a compliment, Mr. Styles. I was simply noting your lack of experience,” she lifts up her chin, keeping it parallel to the floor. “I understand from what my brothers have told me you plan on riding to battle with Vikram.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“As noble as your intentions are, how are we to know your allegiance lies with the flag of Chozhamandalam? You landed here seven- eight months ago, am I wrong? I don’t doubt that you’ve seen many kingdoms in your father’s quests, why are you choosing to devote your life to mine? Why not the Crown of England, the land of you and your forefathers?”

“Y/N,” Vikram states firmly. “You are insulting my friend by insinuating things.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, Vikarm. I’m simply doing the grunt work for you like always,” she bites back.

“Stop th-”

“Well she’s not wrong to ask this, brother. Especially after what happened the last time,” Karthi notes.

“You two never stop throwing what happened ten years ago in my face every single time,” Vikram gets frustrated.

“Your highnesses,” Harry interrupts their squabble. The princess staggered him in a lot of ways, she just met him but it seemed that she had some sort of an upper hand with him and it didn’t stem from her lineage. She seemed to know a lot about him from growing up in different parts of the world to the seeds his father’s crew arrived with. Surely royalty had no business knowing inventory of all the consignments at the ports; he’s sure they had people for that. His accent once thick and pronounced - resembling the dialect of his mother’s village - had now got muddled up spending time with his father’s crew men and it’s settled into a transatlantic hybrid; is that how she pegged him to be English?

Unlike most women he’s met, Princess Y/N looks directly at him - through him in a manner of speaking - holding eye contact until their exchanges come to a halt. It felt as if she was giving you her utmost attention at all times, but it was also unnerving because Harry felt like she was also playing a game of chess. Slotting individuals in their designated squares after she thoroughly sized someone up. She was still breathtaking as the day he first laid eyes on her but seeing her up close with her gaze trained on him, made him gulp down the nerves that made him feel like she was a step above him, as he spoke, “I understand the need for Princess Y/N to ask me those questions… If I may,” he looks at her brothers flanking her sides for approval.

“Please do, Mr. Styles.” She motions with her hand for him to continue.

“You are right, Princess Y/N, I have spent very little time in your dynasty as compared to everyone in this room but it does not take away my love for the people. You see, I have seen many places sailing with my father but almost all of them considered me a passerby - especially countries where people looked different to me. I have seen people treat people like sewage based on the colour of their skin, the faith they practice, or the wealth they’ve inherited. The first day I came to these shores, unloading heavy crates at the port, an old woman - who was walking off with a basket of fish - came up to the crew and noticed that we looked worn out and offered up some of the fresh catch so we could cook and eat. The captain denied it, but she insisted we must eat and somehow managed to have my father and the crew over to her house. She cooked for us. A woman who we did not know up until that day, invited strangers into her house and made us a hearty meal. So, to answer your question, my allegiance lies with the people, not a flag.”

“Satisfied?” Vikram smirks, taunting Y/N by bumping his shoulder on hers.

“And as for England, I haven’t been there in forever. I don’t have any ties that bind me other than it being the country my mother resided in.”

“Seems like you have your way with words, Mr. Styles,” she smiles up at him. Harry can’t help the way satisfaction brews in his chest in response to her smile.

“Oh, Y/N, Harry is good with swords, too,” Karthi tells her.

“That so?” She arches her brow. “Now that is something I need to witness,” she says, walking over and picking one of the swords that was mounted on the wall.

She unsheathes it, swishing it once to get a sense of its weight, before stepping into the circle. “I like a good challenge. Hope you deliver,” she tells him.

“I don’t quite understand,” he says, looking around the room for signs that it was an elaborate plan, only to be met with none. “Princess Y/N, I’m not going to fight you,” he steps back.

“Why not?” She arches her brows, pulling off the pashmina that was wrapped around herself and tossing it onto the readily waiting hands of a scurrying handmaiden.

“Because women do not fight, ma’am,” he mumbles, and both Princes snicker at his response.

“Do not? Or not allowed to.” She challenges him.

“It is not what I mean-”

“Do you dare disobey my orders?” Y/N cuts him off. “Now fight. Don’t let up easy because you think women can’t hold their own. If you do, I’ll make you disappear without a trace.”

He nods, squaring his shoulders and hoisting up his own sword. Far be it for him to disobey the Princess Royal. He’ll give her the fight she was asking for.

He advances first, much to his surprise. He expected her to charge at him but she gilded around the periphery matching his moves, unwilling to attack. She swivels his sword to the side and from then their duel mimicked a dance They moved harmoniously, almost like each move was choreographed, both matching each other moves, the sharp end of the blades kissing each other only to be redirected elsewhere. He can’t help but get distracted by the way her supple skin feels when she brushes past him, and the way her scent niggles his heart. He wonders if she feels it too, but no cues that signaled him. They were synchronized - strike for strike, manoeuvre for manoeuvre, a sharp turn for a turn. But when Harry notices, her eyes darting to his feet, he figures out her next move and backs away when she advances forward trying to trip his feet with her own as her sword swivels around. It happens seamlessly, Harry twists around to trap her arm that’s clutching the sword and lunges forward to press the tip of his scimitar to her side of her throat.

He expects her to look up at him with surprise and even a hint of admiration - both looks he was no stranger to from women - but there was no sense of defeat in her face. Instead, her eyes glinted at him as her lips tugged up in a smug smile. His brows knit in confusion and he follows her eyes, feeling a pointy object push against his sternum - harder this time. Y/N’s holding up a small shiv, which she tugged from its sheath tucked against her waist, angled directly for his heart.

“A stalemate,” she informs him.

“How?” He asks, suddenly very aware that he’s got her pressed against him in front of a dozen people. She looks even more beautiful up close, with a bead of sweat running down her temple, her honeyed skin flushed from exertion, her full cheeks, flecks of gold in her eyes under the sunlight, a tiny crescent shaped birthmark on the corner of her chin, lips like a flower petal.

He’s almost reluctant to let her get away from his grasp when she steps backward, immediately missing her warmth on him. A soldier collects the sword from her, before she tucks her shiv away in its holder. She explains, while draping her pashmina the handmaiden scurried over to give, “You got cocky. You thought you figured out my next move and thereby acted in a manner that made your vision tunnel to the sword in my hand. While you celebrated your victory before your sword even touched my throat, you failed to realise that I had a shiv pointed at your heart.”

Her loud exhale of relief snaps him out of his reverie, her shoulder relaxes a smidge but Harry notices that she’s still tightly wound. Her arms are crossed protectively around herself with her knees towards her chest. She should look out of place in the catamaran he’d bought a few months ago at a bargain - bear boned structure unlike the things she was used to - but she didn’t. Almost like the wooden plank in front of him was made for her. She didn’t look out of place, just a tad nervous. “We’re in the clear,” she declares, once the pier completely disappears from view as he rows over to another bay nearby. It was rocky and jagged, lined with palm and coconut trees, dense with shrubbery sprouting all over the sand with an odd dollop of violet flowers breaking the monotony of green.

“Told you I knew a place,” he smirks. “Besides,” he remarks, leaning backward to get more movement with his row as he navigates away from the rocks and towards the shore. “It’s the least I could do. Disguising yourself and coming all the way to the docks to give me food and bid me farewell.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Y/N scoffs. “I didn’t sneak out of the palace for you.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe?”

“Stop being so cocky,” she admonishes him as her eyes fall on the way the muscles on his arm flex and bulge as he moves the oars. The veins on his hands looked delicious with the way he gripped the oars as he tugs and pulls back as he moves.

“Can’t help it, Princess.” He chuckles. “Especially with you drooling over my arms.”

Y/N feels the heat scorch her cheeks from his comment, immediately tearing her eyes away. “Shut up, Harry.”

“How was your trip to the capital? Did you confront your Uncle?” He inquires, asking her about the incident that led him to break into her chamber.

“Busy. The capital is never not busy. Dad’s sick,” she adds the last part quietly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” There has been a hushed talk among the people about the King’s decline in health. Stories of people coming down from the far East and embedding needles in his flesh, and letting leeches draw impure blood spread like wildfire.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. People contract illnesses all the time. I’m sure it will pass.” She turns to the shores, eyes scanning to see if there are people around and Harry does the same, even if he knows that this area of the bay is always deserted. “I didn’t talk to my Uncle,” she answers.

“Why not? Won’t it be best to put a stop to it right now?”

“Why would I let him know that I know what he’s plotting?” She shrugs. “It’s not about putting a stop to it, it’s how you do it. I didn’t talk to him. I asked to meet with the governors instead. Told them it was time we start looking for brides for the future King. With Dad’s health, we must be prepared for Vikaram’s coronation and it would not be a good look, if he did not have a queen by his side at age of twenty five.”

“That helps how?”

“Easy. While they were busy squabbling over what kingdom to approach for talks of courtships, with fear brewing in their chest about the possibility of the Dynasty having added support from another kingdom. I’d simply said that I do not wish that and I would much rather prefer that the Crown Prince marry a Chola woman of nobility - one that knows our ways and our people. I’d pointed out that many of the governors - especially the ones who were meeting with my Uncle - themselves have daughters who were fit to be the future queen,” she smiles, satisfied with herself.

“Smart. There’s no way they’re going to support your Uncle now. Pitting swindling tax money and being the power that comes with being father of a future queen. Why would they not want to be the in-law of the Crown?”

“Exactly. You seed the idea of climbing up the ladder, and they are putty. There’s nothing more seductive than power. My Uncle’s support ought to dwindle.”

She is a good politician and the thought makes his chest swell in pride. Harry will never understand royal life. He covets the glitz and glamour that comes with hitting the genetic lottery but the more he spent time with the heirs the more he learnt that it was all exhausting mind games, endless duties to fulfil along with conducting yourself the way people deemed fit. It must suck. Uncle who doted on you growing up is the same one that's planning to overthrow you all this time, he thinks. He pulls the oars in when he feels the boat make contact with the sand bed, jolting the two in the wooden structure.

Y/N lurches forward from the sudden movement, hands coming to grip his forearms to brace herself. “Sorry,” she mumbles, straightening up and squaring off her shoulders.

“Are you sure you didn’t come all the way to the docks to not see me, Princess?” He teases.

“You think highly of yourself, Harry,” she laughs, reaching in her linen bag and shifting through it.

“How could I not? Besides look at where you got me,” he gestures to the scenery around them. It was just the two of them on his catamaran by the shore, the sun shining high up in the sky, and a cool breeze makes it way to them making the leaves and branches of the trees dance in its rhythm. Awfully convenient, he wonders as they bask in the solitude of the crashing waves and the screech of birds.

“I got you?” She scoffs, raising her eyebrows. “If I recall correctly, it was you who pulled me into your boat. So, who got who alone?”

A right menace, he shakes his head. “Why are you here then, Y/N?” He hopes it’s to continue where they’d left off that night, his body pressed up unbelievably close to her. He doesn’t miss sparing a glance - when she tucks a stray stand of hair behind her ear, inadvertently moving the fabric of her saree exposing the soft skin of her belly rising and falling as she breathes. Even without all the fanfare around her appearance, she never looked less gorgeous.

She opens her palm, revealing a few brown candies wrapped in thin butter paper. A candy he knew all too well. It was popular in the port town. Sweet tamarind candy. “For these,” she admits. “My family thinks I should not be eating peasant treats. So, whenever I come to town to check on how the people are doing and how the children are responding with the school’s curriculum, I make sure to buy this in bulk from the market and stash it in my room.”

“You do it often?”

“Not as often as I like,” she admits, stuffing them back in her bag.

“Didn’t peg you as a sneak. Why not come to check on the people as the princess?”

“Because people don’t talk to me. They talk to the Princess. The crown. If they know I’m coming, they don’t see me, they see the ostentatious display of wealth and put on the best version of themselves. I want my people to talk to me, unfiltered as possible.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t been caught,” Harry claims. “It’s not the best disguise, Y/N. I can see right through it.”

“That’s because you actually bother to look at me. You’d be surprised how little people actually look into my eyes. People don’t pay attention to people they don't care about, especially ones that are from a lower caste and don’t draw too much attention to themselves. You’d be surprised how many people bumped into me today without so much as an apology.” She laughs, the tinkling sound cutting right through the monotonous sound of waves carding against the shore. “Besides, I’ve got my lady-in-waiting covering for me and my guards are standing outside the door, thinking I’ve taken to the bed,” she shrugs.

“Next time let me know.” The words tumble out of Harry’s mouth before his brain can comprehend. “Can’t have people bumping into you.”

A smile blooms across her face. “I’ll survive. Thanks for the offer though,” she replies, pursing her lips together in an attempt to refrain from telling him how cute he looked.

“You know,” Harry starts, taking one of her hands in both of his. “I was kinda hoping you came here and demand that you continue where we left off,” he confesses, green eyes flicking up at hers to gauge her reaction.

Y/N can’t help but reel at the sensation of his slightly calloused thumb drawing circles on the back of her hand. “What if I did?”

“I think I would like that very much.” Harry gives her a shy smile. “Was kinda beating myself up for not kissing you that night.”

“I didn’t know you liked me. Much less in a sexual manner-”

“I think it’s more than lust, Y/N,” he confesses, bringing her hand up and brushing his lips against her knuckles.

“Did you um- have you… touched yourself more to the thought of me?” She asks him quietly, hoping that he did not bed other women in town after that night.

“What do you think, hmm?” He responds with a smile. He had come on his stomach and hands an embarrassing amount of times replaying that night. It was pathetic how much she had him in a chokehold.

“I would like to kiss you,” she says, scooting forward to slot her knees between his. “Would you like that too?”

He nods, tongue licking his lips in anticipation as his heart kicks up again. The butterflies start flapping about in his tummy as she leans in with puckered lips. He backs up in the very last second when his lips were an inch away from hers, making her headbutt him in the process.

“You want me to beg?” She scoffs.

“Not necessarily but it won’t hurt to throw a please in there,” he mutters against the flamed skin of her cheek as he trails wet kisses up to the corner of her eye.

Her breath washes over him as she sighs, “Fine. Just this once though, don’t get used to it. Kiss me, pl-”

He cuts her off, smearing his lips with hers. Her lips were softer than he could have dreamt. His hands immediately move to cup her cheeks, tilting her head, so their noses weren’t smushed. He holds her delicately, like she was made of the finest crystal. Their eyes flutter close as their body relaxes into each other, lips moving in sync like they were destined to do this. Her palms slowly creep up his chest, resting firmly at the crook of his neck, grinning at the way she pulls a pleasured hum from him. Kissing someone never felt this right to Harry. They do it once, one more time, and another time before their lungs force them apart to pull in air. He leans in to peck her swollen lips again, silently thanking the ocean for bringing him to her.

Harry was right, he doesn’t think he had it in him to stop now that he had a taste. He reaches forward, wrapping a strong arm around the small of her back, while the other cradles her bum, pulling her onto his lap eliciting a quiet gasp from her. Y/N doesn’t waste time connecting their lips again. Only this time, Harry swipes his tongue across her bottom lip - seeking permission. His hands grip her in place at her ribs, resting right below her breasts. She opens up for him willingly and he wiggles his tongue into her mouth, licking hers hesitantly. She moans into his mouth, fingernails pressing crescents on the defined muscles of his back. He grunts out, feeling the heat pool from his chest and making its way south to his throbbing cock. They slot together perfectly, Y/N can’t help but grind down to help relieve the pressure building up in her tummy.

“Do you like it?” He pulls back checking in, talking against her lips as they pant against each other.

“Very much,” she answers, fluttering her eyes open as her forehead rests against his. “Am I satisfactory in this kissing ordeal?”

Harry lets out a boyish laugh, the one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and the dimples in his cheek deepen. “You are heavenly, Princess.”

Y/N gives him a satisfactory smile. “You have a scar here,” she notes as her eyes focus on the small cut under his left eyebrow.

“Got it from a fishing hook when I was nine,” he tells her. They’d been on this ship for a month now and Harry was getting restless, so he’d convinced one of the crew men to teach him to throw a line. Instead of waiting for the instructions, he simply grabbed the pole and whipped it around, resulting in a gash and his father incessantly yelling at him for being careless.

Her fingers feather over the mark, ghosting over the skin. Her touch was so gentle that Harry wondered if she was afraid that blood might ooze out if she put any pressure. He goes to tease her but she beats him to it, pressing her lips to the scar. She lingers breathing in his scent - a musky woody one underlying the smell of the salty sea.

Y/N’s gesture makes his breath hitch, a lump forming in his throat. The delicate nature of her action, knocked the wind out from his solar plexus. He didn’t realise he craved tenderness until now, there was no one to kiss his boo boos on the boat. He barely registered the pain back when the fish hook tore through his flesh, instead he was apologising to his father telling him that he’ll be better while pressing a muslin cloth to the wound. No one has been this tender with me. “Y/N,” he breathes out as a single tear rolls from his eye, “Thank you.”

She doesn’t understand why Harry’s crying as he thanks her but she gives him a comforting smile thumbing away the tear as he sniffles. He kisses her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth as they both sigh in satisfaction. That’s how they stay for the next hour, tangled together as desire simmers in their nerve endings. Lips caressing each other, as their tongue prods and rolls around in each other's mouth. Harry’s hands rests on her hips, fingers finding the skin of her stomach rubbing circles into them as Y/N tests Harry by making him moan as she tugs on the curls at the nape of his neck. The catamaran lazily bobs in the water not wanting to disrupt the two, like the ocean understood that they were going to part with each other soon. But the sky had other plans, a distant rumble of thunder jolting them apart, reminding them of reality. Y/N shuffles back to her seat despite his grumbled protests, reaching in her bag to hand him some copper coins, “For your trouble,” she explains.

“You’re paying me for kissing you?” He chuckles.

“No! It’s for rowing me here from the docks.”

“I didn’t do it for the money.”

“I know but I insist,” she states firmly.

He examines the coins in his palm and laughs. “I don’t understand how you haven’t been recognized in the markets. These are the shiniest copper coins I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he comments.

Harry’s right. The Princess had no use for copper coins, she only used gold. The coppers denominated smaller values of money and had no place among royalty. She usually goes out of her way to request some from the mint in the capital, telling her father that she needs them to throw into wells when she makes wishes. Y/N thinks wishes were lame and if her father knew her any better, he’d catch on to the fact that she had been using the coppers to visit the markets. People rarely had brand new coins because it dulled and discoloured from use. No would have so many on them at once.

Their farewell was brief. Harry helps her to the shore, telling her how to sneak back into her castle. She interrupts him when he lets her know that there's a spot - one that’s covered in vines and deceptive to the untrained eye - low in the stone back wall of the butterfly garden of her grounds, telling him that she was the one who designed it to aid in her sneaking out. He pulls her in a long tight hug, breathing in her floral scent as he mumbled goodbyes against the column of her throat he was busy trailing kisses on. It wasn’t lost on Harry that Y/N was trying to sneak some of the candy she’d purchased into his pockets.

“Show this to the soldiers,” she pulls out her golden ring, which bore the sigil of her family. “You won’t need to sneak in. Tell them I sent you and show them the ring, they’ll take you to Karthi.”

He nods, slipping the ring on his pinky, before kissing her with reckless abandon as his hands move down her back, grabbing a fistful of her bum and squeezing it. Y/N laughs, poking his side before getting on her toes again, to plant a kiss on his cheek. He wades into the waves, pushing the boat further out into the open water.

“Be careful, Harry,” she calls out from the shore when he hops on the boat. “You know with the storm and all. Don’t want you getting lost in the middle of the ocean,” she jokes weakly but even from far Harry could tell that her eyes were full of concern.

“Promise,” his voice rings out with sincerity. “Got someone to come home to now, haven’t I, Princess?” He teases one last time, giving her a wave.

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Thinking about little Spider in a dragon au. He’s the only human child and is so jealous when the Sully kids start collecting stuff for their hoards because he wants one too! But he doesn’t have that instinct that the others have, he doesn’t have an ancient dragon-y voice in the back of his head telling him what to hoard or even how to properly hoard at all.

Cue baby Spider trying to be all sneaky, assessing each of the Sully kids’ hoards individually to see what feels right for him.

Neteyam’s hoard is probably the neatest hoard Spider has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyeballs on. Carefully crafted arrow heads, brilliantly colored fish scales, a wind instrument of some kind—random stuff (or at least to a human eye; according to Norm all dragons see the specific spark that links everything in their hoard together) all organized in some needlessly particular way that Spider still doesn’t understand completely. Neteyam’s hoard is nice, but doesn’t call out to Spider. He moves on.

Hmm, Kiri’s hoard seems interesting. Dried flowers, random paintings, several baskets of mushrooms and nuts and seeds, homemade jewelry, and river rocks of various shapes and sizes. They’re all scattered haphazardly around her “den,” though none of them touch her “nest” (these terms puzzle Spider because he’s pretty sure their dens are just rooms and nests just really unkempt beds, but Norm and the other researchers assure him that there’s more to it than that). The vibe is nice but upon further thought none of these things really feel like anything Spider himself finds worth hoarding. Time to give Lo’ak a try.

Lo’ak’s hoard is. . . Interesting. A baseball sans the accompanying bat, several mixtapes that he highly doubts the boy has ever actually listened to given their current location being the middle of absolutely nowhere, several arrowheads that match the ones in Neteyam’s hoard, a few feathers, some shiny rocks, a few homemade friendship bracelets, and a few more random trinkets (Norm says it’s not uncommon for young dragons to hoard a bunch of random things until they find the right fit). It still doesn’t feel right to Spider.

He then proceeds to mope about it until he realizes something. Surely a hoard doesn’t have to be material things, right? If a hoard is a collection of what is most valuable, then surely the Sully kids can be be his hoard, right?

Yeah, that makes sense to Spider.

(And unbeknownst to him, he’s part of all of their hoards too.)

Ooh, this is interesting! It's also incredibly adorable, I grinned when I read those last two lines!! I'll admit, this is an au that I don't know much about. Are they actually dragons or are they ~dragons~ like in those werewolf aus where they just have a wolf in the back of their heads that says stuff and then they have senses but they aren't wolves, idk. Maybe.... shapeshifting into dragons? I don't know.

EITHER WAY, I love the hoard stuff. The idea of them all seeing a specific spark that links all their stuff, and Neteyam's specifically is this reasonable bunch of highly related stuff and then also this human child. Hilarious.

BUT CONSIDER: Is he in Jake and Neytiri's hoard? Just imagine. Neytiri, pissed that there's a human child of their enemy she doesn't want anything to do with, but as soon as she sets eyes on him theres that spark. He fits with the other kids in the family part of her hoard. And well, that's ridiculous, and she's kicks him out for dinner or something, but then it feels so wrong. She's always angrily putting Spider next to Kiri and Neteyam like "sit here" and then shoving food at him. She's always pissily stomping over to him to tuck him into his hammock that she furiously installed after one night he was sick at Hells Gate for a week and her dragon was ENRAGED that a piece of the hoard was missing for so long. Just rage caring for him because she has to lol.

#i'm cacklign at myself #i love the idea of neytiri needing to take care of spider due to some motherly instinct but shes mad about it mentally at first #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #neytiri sully #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #jake sully #tuktirey sully #sully family #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)#we are mindmelding get in

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void-ink-studios · 10 months

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Oh Glob, He's Been Kidnapped

A silly romp through Ooo, with a touch of bitter sweet at the end. I hope you enjoy y'all!

A few sidenotes:

I've started picturing the Organizer's voice like Agent 47's handler, Diana Burnwood, in the new Hitman games. No idea why, just felt like it fit her.

Random thought that might end up as it's own post, but I find the idea funny if Scarab's species had no real concept of gender, and Scarab just accepted he/him pronouns because that's what everyone in the pantheon used for him and he just shrugged and accepted it.

Next time, as suggested by @scumbkat I think it's about time Scarab gained his own Nightmare aspect.

Fun fact, this was the instalment to push this series over 100 pages in the google doc.

Word Count: 2,500

Of all things Scarab had expected on this "field trip" (as Prismo put it) to the land of Ooo, this was not one of them.

Where in Glob's name did Prismo go?

Seriously, Scarab had turned his back for, like, maybe 10 seconds. And when he turned back, the human shaped mage Prismo was disguised as was just... up and gone.

At first he thought he had wondered off to another shop in market or something, but Scarab had scoured this place top to bottom at least 3 times, and no sign of the Wishmaster anywhere.

He climbed the tallest stall he could find, earning him some choice curses, and nothing.

It wasn't as if Scarab was nervous or anything. Prismo was a god. One of the most powerful in the multiverse. Just because he was currently human shaped did not make him as vulnerable as one.

But, well, this trip was kind of off the books. If Prismo got his body killed somewhere, they'd have the Organizer to answer to, and Scarab was not particularly looking for a scolding next time she visited for tea.

"Prism!" He called the fake name the Wishmaster had given himself, trying to shout over the chaotic crowd. "Prism, where did you go? We're supposed to be heading back soon! Prism!"

All that got him was annoyed looked from the people trying to pass by him.

Great.

"Hey, big knight dude" a voice called. Scarab momentarily forgot what he looked like, confused at this address. But, yes, he recalled now. He looked much more like a knight, his shell conveniently passing for armor with a bit more flair. He turned in search for the voice. "Over here, man!"

A human. Or, Scarab was pretty sure he was human, he looked enough like Prismo's body to be somewhat confident. He was tall, muscular, with a mess of blond hair spilling out the back of his hat. A mechanical arm waved him over.

Scarab shook off his frantic edges, striding over with an air of confidence.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"You need help, man? Heard to yelling for someone, and I saw you pacing around the place. What's going on?"

"Oh, I seem to have lost my traveling companion. I turned my back for a few seconds, and poof, gone."

"What's he look like?"

Scarab examined the human a little closer. Big smile, sword on the hip, an attitude similar to a happily suicidal puppy. Hmm.

"And how do I know you don't have something to do with his disappearance?"

"Nah man, I'm super good! I'm the hero in these parts."

Scarab decided that, if worst came to worst, he could take him.

"...I'll choose to believe you for now, hero. Short stature, brown skin, long curly gray hair and beard, most garish pink wizard robes possible? Enough jewelry to be mistaken for a treasure chest? Old?"

"Hmmm..."

"Hey, didn't we see someone like that walking around with those weirdo wizards" a new voice chimed in. Scarab's head snapped to the new comer, spotting a... dog? Rainicorn? Both? She didn't have discernable eyes, but very long almost platinum blond hair that had been fashioned into a hammock in the tree.

The hero thought for a second.

"Oh yeah, that's right Junior! Man, I knew those creeps were trouble!"

"You know these characters?"

"They're quick to sniff around anyone with a hint of magic junk" Junior supplied. "Tried cutting my hair for rainbow powers of whatever."

"What for?"

"We're not sure" the hero sighed. "They keep harassing wizards and stuff, but no one's really gone with them before. You guys new here?"

"You could say that, yes. We're passing through."

"Man, sorry about that. But, if they dragged your bud away, I think I know where they went!"

Scarab released a long-suffering sigh, rubbing his hand under his helmet.

"Glob, Prism, of course, of course you'd get yourself accidentally kidnapped the second I turn my back."

"You don't sound to worried" Junior said.

"I'm not. Prism is more than capable of taking care of himself. But, it is... inconvenient. He probably thinks this is an adventure or some nonsense."

"Hey man, anything can be an adventure! Even kidnappings. C'mon, we'll find him together. What's your name, stranger?"

"Ruby Knight is fine. And you?"

"I'm Finn! And this little lady is Jake Jr. but I just call her Junior."

Scarab was thankful for both his helmet and remarkable poise. If either failed him, he might've started choking on air.

Finn. This was... Prismo's Finn. He finally noticed the tattoo on his chest, a smiling dog cradled in forget-me-nots. Of course. Of course he'd happen to run into the one human Prismo might know.

And... Jake Jr. A daughter, most certainly. Did Prismo know? Most likely, Jake had to have told him if they were as close as he believed, but he made know indication of having ever met her.

Okay... Okay, this is fine, probably. And, it's not like he had much choice right now.

"A pleasure to meet you, Finn the hero. Let's go find my idiot wizard friend, shall we?"

"Alright, let's do this! Adventure time!"

And with that, the human went charging off in a direction through the market. Junior seemed unsurprised, casually standing up.

"We should probably try to keep up. Can't let him have all the fun to himself."

Scarab nodded, quickly catching up and keeping pace with Finn.

"Hey, dude, I don't see a lot of new knights around here! Which princess you work for?"

"None of them. Technically, I work for Prism, but I am my own agent."

"Ooooh, I remember meeting a few of those. They were jerks, way to into their own armor. One followed me around, like all day, trying to embarrass me. You seem cool though."

"A knight obsessed with armor is a lousy knight indeed. I've met a fair share who seem to think the weapons and costumes are replacements for skill."

"I know, right? I got skills though, skills to pay the bills. At least, that's what Marcy and PB say."

Scarab found himself relaxing at least a little bit as he followed this human hero.

"...How you know your buddy would be fine? You sounded really sure about it."

"He's one of the best mages I've ever met. He is more than capable of helping himself if he feels his in actual danger. Problem is he is very bad at telling what is and isn't dangerous."

"Man, that sounds like me. I once jumped into a dungeon without backup, got my ass kicked. By a cat. And another knight, the Bucket Knight. Scarier than he sounds."

Scarab didn't talk to mortals very often, but this he felt was a good one.

One of the fun ones.

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"Ooooh, what's this do?"

Prismo, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. When three dudes in black cloaks put an arm around his shoulder and offered magic beyond belief, well, he was hooked.

No, Prismo was not an idiot. Everything in there was very clearly cursed, destined to attach or leech or possess the user the second they walked out of the spooky tent with it.

But, no harm if he didn't leave with it.

"That, sir, will amplify your powers into a brilliant burst. You'd be untouchable."

Prismo could tell the goons were getting impatient. He knew he looked like a fat, easy target with his jewelry and demeanor, but he was much trickier than most assumed.

Money's paws were fun, after all.

He could hear them whisper.

"He gonna buy anything or just waste our time?"

"Patience, brother. We'll have him soon enough."

"Can't we just stab him and be done with it?"

"Quiet!"

Prismo chuckled to himself, standing up straight. Scarab had probably noticed he was gone by now, he should probably go back before he split his shell.

"Well guys, this was nice, but I think I should be going now. Lots of neat stuff you got here, but I don't think I'm interested."

He turned with a big smile to see three hooded goons who looked like they wanted to rip him apart.

"...Now?"

"Now."

Two of them surged forward to hold Prismo's wrists, dragging him to a very fancy looking chair.

"Woah, friends, what's the harsh treatment for?"

"Oh shut up, old man. We listened to you prattle on about nonsense for the past hour! We're bleeding you dry of magic, with or without your cooperation!"

Prismo was suddenly very aware of a knife to his neck as he was strapped down.

"Fellas, fellas, you don't wanna do this" he crooned.

"Oh, trust me, it's no trouble, you doddering old fool. It's our pleasure."

"No, no, that's not what I mean. My bud, he's probably looking for me. Not the kind of guy you want to get on the bad side. So just let me go and we pretend none of this ever happened, right?"

"We're not scared of some over dressed, pompous knight! We're wizards, wizards rule fool! Kin, get the bowl, it's gonna get messy."

Prismo rolled his eyes.

Well, this went poorly quickly. He was not gonna hear the end of this when Scarab showed up.

"Yeah, wizards rule, but guys, I'm telling ya, he's not someone you underestimate. I keep him around for a reason, you know?"

"Oh just shut up already! Whatever pitiful little magic you've got won't be worth more than you finally shutting up!"

"Wow, harsh dude."

There was a cold blade against his neck again, making him squeak a little. Okay, he might have to break himself out of this one...

"Uh, guys-"

BANG

There was a loud, grinding bang outside the tent, a yell, and suddenly light.

Everyone groaned at the sudden harsh light, but Prismo smiled at the glittering red armor.

"Prism! You Glob forsaken idiot, you better be here!"

"Ruby, hun, I seem to be in a bit of a pickle."

Prismo giggled a little at the utterly exhausted groan Scarab let out. There was a scream, a warm splatter, and a thud. The knife wasn't on his neck anymore, now kicked far away across the floor.

"Man, this is some serious dark junk." Prismo's eyes widened. He craned his neck, spotting the long blond hair and robotic arm. Oh Glob.

"These are definitely cursed, Finn. Like, the aura in here is toxic."

Jake Jr....

Oh Glob dammit. Don't cry, don't cry...

"Prism, dear, are you okay?"

Prismo blinked, trying to shake away the tears, smiling at Scarab's helmet covered face.

"Yeah, I'm okay, no biggie!"

He felt the straps around his wrists loosen, then him get tugged into Scarab's chest.

"I'm okay, I'm okay Ruby, promise. Sorry for wandering off, I know I'm not gonna hear the end of this, I know..."

Finn seemed to stop moving, slowly turning his head toward Prismo.

"Wait a second..."

Prismo took a deep breath, slowly emerging from Scarab's chest to face him.

"Oh my Glob..."

Prismo expected a lot of things could potentially happen. Yelling about being in Ooo, maybe anger for not being able to bring Jake back, maybe even annoyance for having to save him again.

But he did not expect a hug. A big bear one, that lifted him off the ground, feet dangling an undignified foot and a half off the grass.

"PRISMO!"

Finn laughed as he swung the Wishmaster around, now hugging back both out of respect for the hug, and to not go flying if the human's grip slipped.

"Wait, is that... like Prismo Prismo? As in Prismo the Almighty Wishmaster that dad kept gushing over, that Prismo?"

"The one and only! Man, I didn't know you could leave the Time Room! I'd have invited you on adventures a long time ago!"

"This is a new thing, first time on Ooo, I promise. Finn, you're kind of crushing my ribs here."

Finn carried him outside before finally placing him back on his feet.

"Prism, hm?"

"We didn't wanna attract too much attention. So, disguises!"

"So, wait, then who's that" Junior asked, pointing her thumb toward Scarab. "Is this guy some poor schmuck you hired, or something else?"

Prismo collected himself a moment before holding Scarab's hand in his own. "This is Scarab. He's a coworker of mine and... well, my partner." He placed a soft kiss on one of Scarab's knuckles.

"And you're lucky for it" Scarab sighed. "Who else would I run halfway across a city for?"

"Oh, rad, good for you, man. I know we haven't talked much since... well, we haven't talked much. But, y'know, it's good to see you okay and stuff. And that you've got someone looking out for you."

Junior seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before she strolled up and tapped Prismo's shoulder.

"I'm uh... I'm Jake Junior." She extended her hand in an offer to shake. "Dad... Dad liked talking about you. It's nice to meet you."

Prismo's smile wobbled, but it was wide. He tried to rub the tears from his eyes, but soon gave up and accepted the hand shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you too. Jake... Man, every other sentence was him bragging about one of you. He really loved you guys a lot."

Junior had a sad smile on her face, nervously rubbing the back of her head.

"Pris, now that I know you can come here, we gotta go on a proper adventure sometime, yeah? And, like, a proper one, not one where you just get kidnapped but some shifty wizard dudes."

"Seriously, they're like, the shiftiest guys I've ever seen and you just... went along with them? No questions asked?"

Prismo giggled nervously as he felt everyone's mildly judgmental stare on him.

"I don't know, it just looked... interesting. Not like they could actually hurt me or anything."

"That might be the case, but if you got discorporated, you would get to me the one to explain to the Organizer why we were walking around with unauthorized bodies."

"Hey, you didn't need to come with me!"

"Clearly, I did."

Prismo groaned, half embarrassed, half strangely happy at the day's turn of events.

He looked at Finn, and noticed the same sad smile Scarab often described the Wishmaster having. "Hey, Finn? If you... wanna hang out, in the Time Room, I can give you my number, or something... I'd like to see you. Same to you, Junior. You and any of your siblings are welcome to the domain of the Almighty Prismo."

Finn slapped him on the back, firmly gripping his shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's head to the Candy Kingdom, there's a bar, drinks are on me."

The two gods walked behind the mortals. Prismo could feel Scarab looking at him, a question trying to push past his mandibles. The Wishmaster didn't answer. He opted instead to tuck his hand into Scarab's and walk in comfortable silence, listening to these two mortals talk.

Maybe things would continue to be better.

Maybe Prismo's heart could take this.

#prohibitedwish #scarab x prismo #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #finn the human #finn mertens #jake jr.#prohibitedwish fanfic #wrath of the wishmaster

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10 - Closest to His Heart

Princess Red Thief

Part 11

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The door of my prison cell cracked open where I lifted my head up from being buried in my knees. Two guards were standing on the outside of the door. One stepped forward grabbing me up off the floor. They led me through the castle until we entered the grand room with the large council table inside the Charming castle. "Have you finally come to your senses and are letting me go?"

"If you cooperate with what we are asking then we can consider letting you go." Charming rose from his chair wearing silver armor and a brown fur cloak over his shoulders.

I slumped my shoulders rattling around the chains on my wrists that were metal. "I haven't done anything wrong. I knew about his deal with Cinderella but that is all."

"Charming, maybe she is telling the truth. Maybe we should believe what she is telling us." Snow spoke, touching her stomach. She was wearing a long white dress and white gloves on her hands.

Charming put his hands on the table eyeing me sternly. "Just focus on answering our questions."

"What's your questions?"

He asked. "What do you know about the Dark Curse? The curse that will rip us from this land."

"He told you about that. Heâ€¦Regina's going to be the one to cast it. That's what his plan has been all along."

Charming sent me a look. "What is the curse designed for and how do we stop it?"

"Stop it. You can't stop it."

Snow made a concerned face at my answer. "What do you mean we can't stop it?"

"A part of the thing you have to do to cast the curse is to sacrifice the heart of the thing you love the most. If Regina does that once she finds the rest of the ingredients there's nothing you can do to end it."

Snow rubbed her hands over her stomach that was getting bigger meaning you could tell she was pregnant. "Everly, you must know more than that. You've studied under him for years. Is there nothing else you can tell us?"

"Hmm there's one thing we've been working on before you locked him away. We were creating a trigger for our memories to come back."

"Like something that could help you remember who you truly are. Snow trails off in her thoughts.

Charming bent his head down, sighing heavily and gestures to the guards that were standing behind me waiting for his next orders. "Release her."

"Ah! why do you trust me now?" I rubbed my wrists since they were sore once the cuffs dropped to the floor with a metal clanking.

Snow lifted her head. "Because you have a good heart. So what object are you using in the hopes of bringing your memory back?"

"By putting a memory spell over this, my grandmother's ring that she gave to me before she passed away." I reached my hand down the front of my tunic revealing the simple piece of jewelry to the prince and princess. "It's the closest thing to my heart."

Turning the doorknob of the shop I stepped inside the shop hours before we were supposed to open it for today's business. I walked through the pawnshop going to the back room searching through the desk for a certain key. Picking up the key I held it in between my thumb and index finger forgetting that I had a key to his house.

The trip to Gold's house was fairly easy since the town was still asleep at nearly two in the morning. Standing in front of his front door I slipped the key in the hole unlocking it. "I can't believe I'm doing this right now. Jefferson is trying to get me arrested for this." I muttered to myself recalling what he and Henry had told me to look for.

Creeping around the nearest corner I ended up down the long hallway and into one of the open bedrooms. Drawing my flashlight around the room I came to a closet with suits all hung up inside. Daringly I pondered on what Jefferson and Henry had said a second time, something that made it very obvious where the necklace could be kept. "As close to his heart as it could possibly be."

Heading back down the hallway I snuck inside the bedroom with the door cracked shut luckily not making a sound. There was a master bed in the center of the room with Gold sleeping under the covers in a black night shirt. A chair was in the corner with his suit he'd worn yesterday laying on it. A mirror on the corner with a hock chest at the foot of the bed. Finally I saw the bedside nightstand when I pointed my flashlight at it.

Moving forward as quiet as a mouse I made it to the nightstand hearing Gold snoring lightly by me. I prayed to myself that he was a deep sleeper and wouldn't wake up. "Oh my goshâ€¦he has it here. Why wouldn't it be in the shop?" I muttered under my breath picking up the golden chain, letting the attached ring with a silver gemstone in the middle be visible to me.

"Hmm...Eve. What are you doing here?" I heard a grunkle voice of Gold pull me from my daze.

I cursed under my breath bolting towards the doorway with the ring in my grasp. "Shit!"

I didn't bother looking back knowing he couldn't run to catch up with me. Yet he would likely be calling Emma the new sheriff and lock me up for stealing from me and breaking into his house. I ran getting back to my car slamming on the gas driving out into the middle of the woods. Getting out of the car I kept moving my boots across the dirt ground

Slamming my body into the side of the nearest tree I grunted opening my right palm with the ring laying inside of it. "What are you doing to me?" I grunted until a sharp pain rang through my head.

"I'm a fan of true love, dearie."

Holding my head with one hand I winced clutching the ring in my other hand. My vision began to blur in front of me where I took a step forward before my entire body collapsed.

Prince Charming swims to shore. We were standing near the fire watching him jump out of Maleficent's castle after putting an egg inside the dragon. "Impressive, dearie. Very impressive, indeed. Come warm yourself." Rumple complimented the prince.

Prince Charming stumbled out of the water walking up to us. "I have done what you've asked. Return my ring to me."

"Of course â€" you're in a bit of a rush. How rude of me." Rumplestilskin takes out the ring."With thisâ€¦ Prince Charmingâ€¦ You will find her."

Rumpelstiltskin hands Prince Charming the ring before the green gem glowed bright green. "Thank you."

"Good luck with waking her up." I called out to the prince seeing him begin walking towards his horse. I was wearing a red tunic shirt and some brown trousers with some short brown leather boots.

Rumpelstiltskin tapped his chin magically transformed his outfit into something more fitting. "Something's missing. Now, you're ready for your big moment."

"Why do you want us together? What do you get out of it?" Charming pushed the black cap eyeing his red and white outfit.

Rumpelstiltskin smirked at the prince with a grin. "I'm a fan of true love, dearie. And, more importantly, what it creates." Charming climbed on his horse leaving us alone together.

The wind blew my loose hair in front of my eyes till I brushed it away. "So what do we do now?"

"I actually need to tell you something now that we are alone together." My magic teacher turned on his feet with the wind catching his fur cloak he wore.

Knitting my brows at him with confusion. "What do you need to tell me?"

"I never thought I'd love again till I met you, Red thief. You should know before the day comes and Regina tries for the ultimate revenge." Rumple stepped forward until we were almost chest to chest with one another.

I felt my face turning red at the thought of deciding if he wished to kill me in the next second then he would easily do so. "Does that mean you won't kill me if I kiss you?"

"So long as no one finds out I have a weakness, dearie." He smirked, closing the gap first to my surprise and I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him back. A few minutes afterwards a puff of purple smoke surrounded us and we were transported back to his castle. My back somehow hit a soft bed and he was hovering above me when we broke for air. "Eve."

"Rumple, are we really going to do this?" My arms were still around his neck as his brown eyes focused on my gaze.

He paused a second before he spoke his next words. He usually always had some snarky remarks back except now. "Only if you want to, Everly. Just say the word and I'll stop."

"Don't stop, Rumple, make love to me." I whispered before he connected our lips again with every bit of our clothing being thrown across the room until that next morning.

Blinking my eyes open the first thing I saw was darkness and only a small light being provided by a dusty old lamp on the side table. I shifted my body onto my left arm feeling slightly dizzy still from being unconscious. Footsteps entered the wooden cabin room and the figure sat down on the edge of the bed in the light. "There's no need to be afraid, Eve. You just hit your head a little when you blacked out."

"I'm not afraid. I'm with you, Rum....Gold." I hesitated and changed my answer trying to recall if he was awake or not from the curse.

He was always so clear at hiding his plans. He certainly must be even better at hiding the fact he knows who he really is. Gold touches my hand with his and I see the ring necklace now around his neck. "Is there something you want to tell me, dear?"

"I think you already know the answer to your own question....dearie." I smirked, doing my best impression of him when the word slipped past my lips.

A huge smile grazed across his face and relief washed over the Dark One's features. "Everly."

"Rumple." I giggled so relieved that we had finally both woken up from the curse and it was now up to us to get Emma to believe and save everyone else, especially when a certain someone was coming in the near future. Lifting my freehand up to my stomach, our eyes focused on the growing roundness of my stomach. "Do you think the curse affected it?"

Rumple shook his head no, looping his fingers with my hand gently. "I don't know but we'll figure it out together, princess Red Thief."

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thesoftboiledegg · 10 months

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A couple of thrift stores have opened in my area in the past year. I didn't expect to find any merchandise, but after @i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you showed me the Rick and Morty sweatpants she found at Marshall's and I thought about the crazy finds on @shiftythrifting, I figured I'd give it a shot.

And who knew: it was time for a thrift store roundup! 👚🧦

The first store had a section for gifts and accessories. My expectations were low, but when I rounded the corner, the shelves were loaded with Rick and Morty stocking stuffers. The first thing I saw was this bathrobe:

Hmm, that's a cute figure...maybe someone should draw Rick wearing that. 🤔

This sock packaging is adorable. It looks like a pint of ice cream!

On a similar note, I actually thought these were cans of pickle juice. Adult Swim has no problem selling Toxic Rick and Shrimp Rick energy drinks, so it wouldn't be off-brand, but nope: they're boxer shorts that advertise your SWAG.

I realize that Swag is the brand name, but selling Pickle Rick boxers with SWAG on the waistband isn't exactly helping the show's bro-y reputation. The can is cute, though.

Let's all celebrate Rickmas...with Pickle Rick!

Evidently, socks are a hot item. I think they're the new ugly Christmas sweaters.

In fact, Cool Rick wants you to buy these socks!

And you can complete your outfit with festive sweatpants.

Next stop: Marshall's. They continued the theme with an advent calendar. 12 days of socks!

Advent calendars have been getting more luxurious over the years. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on calendars loaded with jewelry, ornaments, food and beauty products. Apparently, 2021's most expensive calendar was custom-made and cost $10 million. Must be nice!

Anyway, back to the proletariat: I love the design on these boxers. OK, maybe Rick didn't think it through, but he's proud of his gift!

More sweatpants! "Anatomy Park" is one of my least favorite episodes, so I'd ask for the receipt for that one.

I did think John Oliver's character was funny. "Would you like to ride...the bone train?"

Finally, I went to Five Below. They had one of the strangest pieces of merchandise I've ever seen: a projector that casts a picture of Rick and Morty underneath your car.

I could see somebody doing that once for Halloween or another event, but all the time? Wearing merchandise isn't enough--you have to represent the show while you're driving? Are guys hoping that Dan Harmon will see this and be so impressed that he makes out with them a little?

Then again, I guess there's a reason it has a clearance sticker.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #five below #marshall's #thrifting #thriftstorefinds #thrifstorefinds #thrift store #roundup

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The Caravel (Series)

🏴‍☠️ ⚔️ ⚓️

Part 3

Pairing: Jake x reader

Word count: 7,274

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, pirate life 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️, stealing, mentions of blood, swords, fingering, kissing, handjob, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Make sure to read the A/N!!!) MDNI!!! 18+

A/N: Heyyy! I know it's been a while since the last chapter but make sure you go read that one first. If you have, please consider listening to this playlist that I have carefully calculated for this specific chapter. The songs ARE in a particular order, and of course if listening to music while reading isn’t your thing, that’s totally okay ⚔️ Without further ado….

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Jake's POV

The teeth chattering temperatures of the calm morning sea wake you from your slumber. You roll out of your hammock, rubbing your eyes harshly. The ship is quiet, the only noise that can be heard are those of the light waves crashing against it. This is how it usually is, you being the first to rise in the morning.

When you make your way to the deck you see the sun peeking up just over the horizon, casting the ocean in a beautiful orange glow. The light blue sky in contrast to the darkness below the deck blinds you for a moment and you shield your eyes downward to look at the wood deck.

And there she is, still asleep huddled in your blanket. Maybe it’s wrong to watch her sleep like this, but she just looks so peaceful. Like all of the world's problems have just melted away because she’s safe here with you.

Before you can think better of it, your legs begin to carry you towards her and when you get closer you can hear her peaceful snoring, it nearly breaks your heart in two. You listen for a moment, a sound sweeter than music, one you’ll likely commit to memory. Your hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, shaking her as gently as you can muster. She stirs for a moment but doesn’t wake up.

All of a sudden a hand on your shoulder is pulling you back. Startled, you turn to see Crawford, an older man aboard ship who used to be friends with your father. He’s watched you grow from a little boy.

“Let her sleep, lad. She had a rough night, dreadfully cold it was. M’sure it was a lot warmer below deck eh?” He offers you a comforting smile but his words still cut deep.

“Have I been a fool?”

He chuckles under his breath and walks away, leaving you next to her, alone with regretful thoughts.

The ship pulls into a small town, one you’ve traveled to before. The Captain had decided his crew needed a break, maybe more so himself but regardless, today was to be a day of festivities.

“So where are we again?” She sits next to you as the anchor is lowered.

“Somewhere far far away. It doesn’t really matter.”

“So you don’t know?” She laughs poking your side.

“Hmm maybe.” Your cheeks warm watching her look at you with that sweet smile.

Your attention is pulled away as the crew makes its way off board, getting a few suspicious looks from the townspeople. You lead her off the ship, walking through the town. She seems to be delightfully distracted, eyes darting this way and that, surveying anything and everything. You spot a little stand that an old woman stands behind. Her array of jewelry catches your eye.

“Ooooo.” She sighs, gesturing to the same stand.

You walk up to the stand and let your eyes rake over the array of shiny silver. A particular silver hoop catches your eye so you pick it up, inspecting it in your hands.

“Oh that’s a lovely one dear, good choice good choice.” The old lady smiles at the two of you.

“It is nice.” You answer by tightening your fist around the jewelry, turning to grab y/n’s arm leading the two of you away from the stand.

“Hey!!” The old woman calls. “You have to pay for that young man.”

You turn back cooly and take your time walking back over.

“My apologies ma’am. Y/n?” You say turning to her as she blushes under your gaze.

“Yes?” She speaks softly.

“Which of these would you like?” You ask, pointing to the jeweled necklaces. She points shyly at a necklace with a diamond pendant, easily the most expensive choice.

“Ah a magnificent choice, good girl.” You grab the necklace in one swift move, guiding her a second time to abandon the stand.

The lady yells again, threatening to call her husband on you. You turn to her and cut your eyes, letting a hand drift over the length of your sword. You pull on it just so that a little piece of silver pokes out and her face falls. She backs away from the stand showing you her two hands held up in surrender. You return your attention to your girl who has grabbed hold of your arm, hugging herself to you as she giggles.

You hold out the necklace to her and offer to place it around her neck. She stops walking and turns so that you can fasten it behind her.

“Wow this is gorgeous, thank you Jake.”

“Anything for you m’lady. Here help me with mine.” You extend your hand and uncover the silver hoop. She takes it and you turn your head, showing her your ear. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, focusing as she faces the hoop in your ears.

“How do I look?”

“Like a pirate.” She giggles, the warmth of her laughter sending butterflies to your stomach.

You lead her down an alleyway and come across a little shop filled with clothes. Jackets, shirts, pants, belts, you name it. You walk inside and look at the array of hats on shelves and vests hanging up. She leaves your side to wander the store and you do the same. A particular leather hat catches your eye, one with a single black feather poking out of the top.

You pick it up and continue around the store, grabbing other items that speak to you and holding them loosely in your hands. You find her looking at an assortment of leather bags and you grab her hand, holding on tightly. She looks at you with confusion for a moment.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” You grab her hand tightly, ignoring her confused expression.

You pull her through the store making your way towards the exit. Once you reach the outside air you make a run for it, pulling her alongside with you. The old man runs outside, yelling and screaming, but you don’t turn back, you just keep on running. Once you’ve made it around a few corners you both stop to catch your breath. She looks up at you with a warm smile on her face. She shakes her head laughing to herself and you can’t help but smile.

She steps closer to you and takes the hat from your hands, placing it on your head. She steps back to look at you and her cheeks blush the prettiest pink.

Her POV

After Jake went back on the ship to change into his new clothes, he calls for you from over the edge of the bow.

“Alright you can come up now!”

You walk up the dock to meet where he stands.

Wow. He looks good.

“How do I look?”

You take a second, trying to plan your words so you don’t stumble over them like a blubbering idiot. “As beautiful as ever.”

Jake's POV

After exploring the town for the better part of a few hours, the sun is setting and the once busy town starts to lull. There was a pub you and the crew had visited the last time you were here. You want to take her there but you can’t seem to remember where it is.

You wander down streets and alleys, picking up a thoughtless conversation with her, you can’t help how easy it is to fall into this comfortability. You round a corner and see a sign that seems familiar, deciding to trust your gut, you make your way down the street. There's a sloped hill that you can maybe place so you walk down the hill which leads you two to a little door hidden with shrubbery. The faintest noise can be heard from outside. Mostly the sound of people talking and yelling, but mostly, the sound of music.

You open the door and the sound jumps out at you. She looks hesitant to go inside but she takes your hand as you step into the bustling room.

The first person you notice is your Captain, along with the rest of the crew, strewn about the bars and tables, drunkenly dancing and singing.

The small pub is extremely loud and crowded, filled with young men dancing with beautiful women, and some old grizzles up bastards watching. A small band plays in the back, filling the room with life. There's a young man with a fiddle, one with a banjo, and another with a washboard.

You place your hand on her waist, gently leading her deeper into the room. You can tell she’s nervous. The place is mostly populated with men and the energy must be somewhat new to her you think. And ahhhh music, something you've music greatly, you can already feel it pulling you into a state.

Captain James Calico waits by the bar shouting loudly upon noticing your arrival. “Ahhh my boy! Son of The Great Captain Thomas Kiszka!” You can tell by his drawn out words that he’s already had a fair amount to drink. It’s always fun to see your Captain let loose like this, you hide the smile that creeps up into your face.

The pub erupts in cheer and smiles, almost all eyes turning toward the two of you. You feel her slightly cower behind her, but with one comforting push, she’s walking closer alongside you. It’s not uncommon for people to know of your father like this, people turning their heads at the mere mention of the name. It also makes sense that people would know of him in a pub like this, one tucked away catering towards a very specific type of folk. It soothes you to know his legacy has lived on, perhaps frightening at times knowing people expect you to have your own some day, but nonetheless the attention is usually welcomed.

You say your hellos and greetings to the people around you, mostly your crew, but you aren’t unaware of the filthy men eyeing her. It makes your blood boil, the way they think that can just eye fuck what’s yours, without any consequences. Part of you thinks about drawing your sword, showing them they can’t undress your woman with their eyes and get away with it. It brings you sinister joy to imagine spilling some of their blood onto the cool wood floors below you, but that wouldn’t be your smartest move. She notices them too, and glues herself to your side, basking her feelings of safety with you, you hope.

“Hello sir, two pints please.” You say grabbing two seats at the bar.

“Aye.” The man behind the bar turns and you rustle through your pockets to produce a few coins. You turn to see her looking around, surveying the crowd carefully.

What is she thinking?

She fidgets with the hem of her dress for a moment, not looking up at you. You place a single hand on her leg, asking her with actions what's wrong.

“I’ve never drank alcohol before. My dad wouldn’t let me.” She whispers, hands pulling at the fabric one more.

“That’s alright, would you like to try it? It’s really fun, you know.” You wiggle your eyebrows hoping to make her laugh, to hear that sweet sound again. She smiles weekly and thinks for a moment.

“Yeah I think I will...” She shrugs as the two glasses, filled to the rim, are placed in front of you. Her eyes widen and you chuckle slightly.

You take one of them and hand her the other, noticing the way the cup looks almost too large in her small hands.

You laugh, “one sip at a time, cheers!” You click glasses with her and take a large swig, emptying a quarter of the glass.

She watches you with a surprised laugh and takes a small sip, contorting her face and putting the glass back down on the counter.

“It burns!”

“Yeah it does that sometimes.”

Her POV

The drink tastes bitter and burns your throat. Jake laughs when you scrunch your face up in disgust. It’s not all bad, it does have a nice way of warming you, almost calming you instantly. The after taste is a little strange however.

In one swift move, you watch as Jake down the rest of the glass, slamming the empty mug loudly on the table. Your mouth drops in shock and he chuckles while wiping his mouth and ordering another. You look down at your nearly full glass and take another small sip, the liquid burning once more. He’s watching you intently and purely by the need to make him proud, you shut your eyes and suck it up, taking a big sip, emptying a significant portion of the glass.

Jake cheers as you turn to a fit of coughing. A little bit of the rum drips down your lips and onto your white dress. You frantically put the bottle down and rush to try and clean up the mess.

Well I guess there's no use.

He shrugs alongside you. “You’ve got a little something there.” Jake brings his hand to your lips, wiping away the remaining drops of the amber liquid. His hand lingers for just a second before it's over and his hand is back in his lap, a smug smile on his face. Your cheeks warm and you look down shyly. Jake’s second drink comes and he starts guzzling it down.

“Woah Jake way to pace yourself!” You laugh but he simply says, “I’ve been doing this since I was a wee lad, don't bother me one bit.”

After a few minutes, your glass is almost empty and Jake has started on his third. It's a weird feeling, almost looser and more relaxed like you weigh no more than a feather, ready to float up with a singular gust of wind.

Thinking back now, you can't seem to remember why you were ever sad about this new life. This is what life is worth. People and places, things and excitement, maybe something that’s normal for most people but certainly something you’ve been robbed of you now realize. You’re really truly living, and you’ve never met anyone like Jake, anyone you had felt this way about.

Just as you're taking a sip from your drink, an older man pushes past you, spilling even more of it onto you. The tension is the room shifts and Jake stands up, talking with a way too calm stern voice.

“Hey.” He pushes his chair back loudly and the small pub grows silent, the band even stops playing.

“She is a god-damn lady and you treat her like one, apologize.”

“I don’t give a damn about your common wench, now get out of my way boy.”

Jake’s jaw tightens, and you mentally prepare yourself for his next words. Captain Calico stands from his seat at the end of the bar, ready to put an end to the fighting, but Jake walks up to the man. They stand in front of each other, Jake being almost a full foot shorter, but there's no doubt he could beat him in a fight. He could beat anyone in a fight, well almost anyone.

The man behind the bar watches closely and finally speaks up. “Do you know who that is? That’s the son of Captain Thomas Kiszka. Show a little respect or get outta me tavern.”

The man cuts his eyes at Jake before slowly backing out of the small door. The people sound go back to their conversations and Jake sits back down placing his hand on your thigh. Your eyes dart to where his hand rests, unable to focus on his words.

“Sorry about him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He offers you a kind smile which you easily return.

“It’s no big deal! We’re here to have fun right?” You say, surprising yourself at how easily your mood can shift back.

“Yeah we are.” He grins, showing you his perfect smile.

The band starts playing a faster song and Jake’s eyes light up. “Hey I know this song! He leaps up and grabs your hand leading you to the middle of the room where other people dance and sing. You laugh as you stumble over.

“Jake, I can't dance!”

“Oh neither can I, that's the point!”

He looks down at his feet as if he's willing them to move and he starts to move them to the music, looking up at you with a goofy smile. There's a break in the song and Jake cups his hands around his mouth yelling into the room along with the other drunken pirates.

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the morning!

He links his arm in yours, dancing in a circle following along with the other men and women. Jake wears the proudest smile you’ve ever seen, like he’s never had as much fun in his life, and you haven’t either. You let yourself laugh with him and dance, feeling the effects of the alcohol heavily in the way your body moves. The people sing again, Jake’s booming voice being heard over everyone else's.

Way hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

He looks at you and giggles as he switches arms, twirling you in the other direction. The rest of the song goes on, each verse surprising you more than the last but sending you laughing into Jake’s arms either way (Shave his belly with a rusty razor, then; Put him in a longboat till he's sober, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, ect).

Jake puts his arms on either shoulder and with a proud smirk informs you, “this next line is my favorite.”

He takes a deep breath and belts the words, singing so much louder than everyone else that some heads turn, mostly girls laughing at him.

“Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Early in the morning!”

You both laugh together and his face lights up with a sudden realization. “Wait, come here I want to show you something!” You tilt your head in confusion, but he just grabs your hand leading you to where the live band plays at the back of the room.

He walks up to the fiddle player just as the song comes to an end. He removes his hat, placing it over his heart, thanking him with sincerity for the song. He whispers something you can’t hear and the man stands up offering Jake his seat. Jake sits down with an excited smile as he is handed the banjo.

Oh no he’s about to make such a fool out of himself. At least he’ll look cute doing it.

He positions himself, finding a more comfortable position and his hands go to work on the strings, producing a beautiful bright melody that somehow seems to speak to you in a way you can’t quite understand. The room quiets as people turn their heads to see who’s playing the song. Even Captain Calico looks surprised which is nowhere near what you feel. Jake looks at you with a soft smile as his fingers dance gracefully over the strings. He doesn’t even have to look at his playing in his drunken state. The rest of the band comes in matching the cheery beat. He finishes the song beaming at you and you can’t help the smile that paints your face. He thanks the man and hands him back the instrument as he stands to meet you again.

“Jake, that was beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He blushes. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about doing for a bit now, I’ve just been playing with it in my head, but it sounded really pretty didn’t it?” He asks, seeming like he really wants to hear your approval, and it melts your heart.

“Yes, it was beautiful. Do you mean that’s the first time you’ve played it?! It was perfect. There’s no instruments on board… how did you just do that?? I didn’t even know you could play!”

His smile grows bigger. “Yeah I was just thinking about it and then I played it! I think it turned out pretty good.”

“It was amazing. What’s it about?”

“Oh that's a secret, you'll know one day though. I'm gonna write lyrics to it too.”

“Okay.” Your cheeks blush as he stares at you, his eyes sparking.

You both make your way back to your seats at the bar deciding to order one last drink. You share this one with him over a few more songs being played and over the course of that time, the Captain says his goodbyes, leading the rest of the crew out of the tavern.

“Where are they going?”

“Uhhh.” He chuckles for a second, sounding nervous. “Probably off to find another party… well another type of party…”

Oh ok I think I understand…

You dismiss the comment and return your focus to the music just as the first notes of a slow tune ring out. The fiddle strings drawing out into a dark dangerous sound. Feeling the alcohol making your decisions for you, you stand up holding out your hand for Jake to grab.

You walk him to the floor and place your hands on his shoulders, just like you had seen so many other people do. He places his hands on your waist, his strong grasp making you feel weak underneath him. His face shifts, almost like he looks…shy and he looks at you like you're the only girl in the entire world. You just stare at each other, slowly swaying back and forth, letting your bodies do the talking. Somewhere halfway through the song, you find your body melting into his, becoming one as he holds you. The last notes of the song play out and he pulls back looking at your face.

His hand comes up to your cheek and he softly pulls your face closer to his. He leans down as his grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as he presses his soft lips into yours. You let your eyes close and you grab hold of his neck, equally pulling him in to meet you. You can feel your heart beating in your ears, in a second place as well as he dips you, deepening the kiss in the process. You part your lips and he slips his tongue past them, curling into your mouth. You match him kissing him deeply, humming into his lips.

He pushes his hips into yours, grinding slowly and you feel him hard against you, making you feel fluttery and tingly. A small whine passes your lips and into his and he rolls his hips against yours.

He pulls away and rasps in your ear, “come on let’s go.”

Before you can think, he’s pulling you by the hand to the door and out of the pub. You manage to get out, “where are we going?” But he doesn’t answer. He walks fast with purpose and you have no choice but to follow. He stops in his tracks causing you to crash into him. He pulls you into him, connecting your lips once again, the swiftness of the action making your head spin. He breaks away again and asks, “Do you trust me?”

You answer before even thinking, “yes.” and you realize that you do indeed trust him, with your life. You’d let him drag you across the ocean if he wanted, into the depths of the sea if it meant he followed, and so you continue to follow him, wherever he’s taking you. After turning corners and winding roads, you see the ship coming into view. Before you know it, you’re walking up the steps and onto the hull.

“Nobody should be back for hours, we have the whole ship to ourselves.” He smiles, taking a step closer.

Oh…

You had maybe thought this was where this was going and now the confirmation makes you feel like leaning over the side of the ship to empty your guts. But as soon as he steps closer and cups your cheek with his hand, all that feeling melts away and it’s just him and those sweet beautiful eyes. You gaze into them, watching as they darkest with lust, reigniting that fire within you. Feeling bold, you pull his face to yours, kissing him with more fervor as he rolls his hips into yours again, this time with a small thrust that bucks your hips up to meet his. His hands wrap around your body, lifting you off the ground. You laugh and squeal as he twirls you around, the excitement inside you building.

“Let’s go to my room.” You nod and allow him to lead you down the deck. You get to the bottom and see the familiar door to Captain Calico's room. He turns to the door on the left and opens it, revealing a room with a hammock to the side and a small table next to it. It’s a little bit smaller than the Captain's room but it’s a lot cleaner and simpler. You smile to yourself looking around, taking in the fact that this is where Jake lives, the thought making you feel all warm inside.

He lets you look around for a moment before crashing his lips back into yours, tasting the lingering rum on your breath and you his. You let your hands roam around on his chest, running them up and down through the opened buttons. He shivers at your cool touch and lets his hands grasp lightly at your chest beneath your dress. He begins to walk you backward until your back reaches the wall, pressed flush against it.

You look behind you for a second, being met with the damp wood, you look back to see his face only inches from yours. You’re breathing quickens, feeling suddenly trapped. He takes a step back and reaches towards your hand. “Are you okay y/n?” He searches your face with genuine concert and you take a deep breath.

“I’m alright, i’ve just never done this before is all.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed. He grins, squeezing your hand a little.

“This is your first time?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll...” he trails off, not sure how to go about asking this question, “do you know what it is?”

You can't help but laugh. You place your hands on his shoulders, “yes I know what it is Jake. My friend did it once, told me all about it… I’ve just never… done it.”

“Oh okay.” He smiles again, laughing alongside you. “Do you want to…”

“Yes I do. I’m just... a little bit nervous, I don’t know what it’ll feel like.” You admit feeling stupid and small, but he takes your hand and kisses it softly, taking another step closer.

“I can go really slow okay? I’ll take you through the whole thing, does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“You just have to trust me, can you do that?”

“Okay I can do that.” Your lips curl into a smile and he places a single kiss to your lips.

“What do you think your friend would say about you losing your virginity to a pirate?” He smirks and you blush, casting your eyes to the floor.

“I don’t know, she might be a bit jealous if she ever saw you.”

He chuckles. “Can I kiss you y/n?”

You nod and he connects his lips to yours, pressing his body against yours bracing his hands on the wall behind you. This time he kisses you with purpose, his hands finding your hips and sliding them under to lift up your dress. You gasp slightly when his hand grazes the cloth of your panties.

He smirks, meeting your eyes and kissing your neck, sucking in the soft skin. He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles, helping you to step out of them. He unbuttons the remaining buttons on his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders.

You stare at him feeling your mouth watering at the sight of his bare smooth chest. “Should I uh.. take this off too?” You ask, pointing to your dress.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with.” He smiles.

“Okay.” You smile, unbuttoning the buttons in the front and sliding off the dress. His eyes widen as he takes you in, looking practically taken aback although you can tell he tries to hide it. You offer him an innocent smile, feeling a little exposed, but still somehow… comfortable.

His fingertips touch your stomach, running them up to meet your breast. He cups it in his hand, massaging it lightly.

“You’re art.” He says softly, looking up at you as his face lowers, bringing his mouth to the other one. He attaches his lips, rolling the soft bud around until it hardens as he sucks it in.

This feels different…

He groans around you, the sound vibrating your chest, the sound of him traveling to your core creating a desirable ache. He pops his mouth off, moving to kiss the skin around it before trailing his hand up to pinch the other one, pulling a whine from your lips.

He breaks away and his hand moves from your breast down the length of your body. You both look down to where his hand dips between your legs. A shiver runs down your spine as he pushes a single finger through your wet folds, dipping it down to collect the pooling moisture at your entrance. It feels like a warm tingling taking over your whole body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, all you can think about is how you want more of it, want it to swallow you up until there's nothing left.

He looks up at your face to see it contorted in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. He brings his finger up to your clit circling it once as a breathy moan escapes you.

“You sound so sweet.”

A hum is all you can manage and you close your eyes letting yourself feel every movement. He pressed his finger in, adding a little bit of pressure as you melt into the wall, sliding down before he catches you with his other arm. He holds you there as he continues to touch you, every second building up the buzzing pleasure.

“How does it feel?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Good, so so good.” You whine, grabbing his wrist, willing him to go faster. He smirks and grants you your wish. His name falls from your lips, coming out high pitched and uneven. “Look at you, you already know what you want, that’s my girl.”

Yes. His girl. You like the way that rolls off his tongue, the way it makes you feel. It’s him that’s here with you, him making you feel this way, his fingers pressing against you so right.

“I like making you feel good.” He whispers, voice dripping with desperation. You nod, lips parted as your breaths become sporadic.

He brings his finger lower and sinks it in, curling it upwards causing your eyes rip open, body bucking up off the wall into his arms with a loud moan and curse.

“Ohh.. fuckkk.” You whimper, pushing yourself further onto his fingers, wishing to feel him even deeper.

“Yeah you like that?” He asks, smirking once more.

“Yeah… feels… good.” You sigh, unable to fully concentrate on your words, just the way you feel and the sweet velvet of his voice flowing through your ears.

He drags his finger out and adds another before sliding them both in to hit you even deeper. You let out a moan, filling the small room likely to be heard by any passerbys, but It’s hard to care at this moment. He pulls his fingers out and you mourn the loss of them, opening your eyes, ready to protest. His hand fiddles with his trousers, struggling to pull them down as he chokes out, “I think you’re ready.”

Your cheeks flash with warmth as he slides his pants off his body, exposing his hardened cock. It’s bigger than you expected, having never seen one before. It's pinker than you imagined and softer looking. Your mouth waters at just the sight of it, feeling like you’ve never wanted something more in your entire life.

He grabs it, pumping the length of it a few times through his closed fist, letting out a shaky groan. Somehow that simple action turns your brain to mush and all you can think about is touching him, feeling the soft skin and weight in your hand, being the one to make him make all those sweet sounds. Before you can stop yourself, your hand is darting out, searching for him.

Fuck I’m such an idiot.

His grin widens, showing you all his teeth, “Yeah? You wanna feel how hard you make me?”

You smile, thanking the gods that he didn’t think that was weird. He takes your hand, guiding it over his length. Just feeling it on your hand ignites something within you, a need you hadn’t felt before. One that’s overpowering, one that makes you forget about everything that’s ever happened. You push his hand away, taking him fully in yours, pumping up and down, desperate to make him feel as good as he did you.

It feels heavier that you expected, and warmer. It’s almost pretty really, and you like the way it looks in your hand. He sucks in a breath through his gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight.

“Easy, slow down a bit, and don’t grab it so hard.”

“Oh.” You say, feeling embarrassed, “sorry.”

You move to take your hand away but he catches you. “No! It's okay, don't apologize. You’re already a natural but it’s okay to need a little help. See it's like this.'' He explains, guiding his hand over yours again, showing you how to gently drag it up and down. He removes it hand again and you repeat the action, watching his eyes roll back in his head and his lips part. A prideful smile spreads across your face when he moans again, seeming lost in your touch.

“Like that?” You ask innocently, watching his head nod, unable to form words.

He grabs your hand once more stilling your movements, “I can’t wait another second, I need you y/n.”

“I need you too, Jake.”

And with that he wraps his arm under one of your legs, bringing it to your chest and pulling it to the side exposing you to him. He runs the tip of is cock through your folds, pushing it against your swollen clit. He brings it down to your entrance just teasing it before swiping it back up.

“You’re so wet.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. You tilt your face, kissing him as he slides into you just a little before pulling back out. It stings a little and you suck in a breath.

“Hey it’s alright, I’ll slow down okay?”

“No it’s okay, do it, I wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself a little deeper, going slowly, careful not to hurt you. His thumb finds your clit as pulls out to push in a little deeper. You clutch his wrist as he slides in all the way nudging as far in as he can go. He lets out a breath matching your gasp of pleasure. It stings ever so slightly, but the fullness of it… it’s delicious, and that paired with his feather light touch over your clit feels like heaven.

“Fuck fuck... you feel so good wrapped around me, how does it feel?” He asks, looking up to your eyes struggling to find his own words.

“I don’t know, it... It stings a little, but feels.” Before you can finish your sentence, he pulls out and pushes back into you, hitting you even deeper. You let out a moan and sigh a quiet “fuck”.

“Do that again, please please, keep going.”

His brows knit up in pleasure with every sugar coated push into your sweet cunt. He leans forward to kiss your neck as he pushes into you, sliding to the very back of your walls, feeling you flutter around him. He starts a rhythm of pulling back and angling his hips to go up, hitting your g spot with every thrust while his thumb still circles your clit.

It starts to feel like a slow rumbling in the distance, growing louder with every move. The pleasure is so good you hope it will never stop. You hope it can pull you under letting you become a part of it.

Jake takes your other leg hiking it up so that you’re spread open pressing against the wall. You shriek and giggle a little when he almost drops you but he doesn't thankfully. He picks up the pace a little, hitting you deep with every push. His breathing picks up to match yours, panting slightly as he works you.

“I think I’m close, Jake.” You moan into his ear, feeling suddenly like you could snap.

“Me too, just hold on another minute.” He pants, brows furrowed as he concentrates on holding you up while driving his hips into you, a little harder now.

You push your head against the wall, feeling your body start to tingle everywhere, from the tips of your toes to your thighs to your arms. All it takes is one more thrust, hitting you hard and deep and you’re coming undone, shaking and moaning his name while he holds you steady, continuing to fuck you through it.

The world around you dissolves until you can barely hear him, feeling like you’re in your own world with the blinding white hot pleasure that overtakes you. His voice feels faint in the background but you can just make out the words.

“That’s it baby, yeah just like that, I’ve got you don’t worry… fuck, you look so hot.”

It feels like you’re losing control of your body as your stomach muscles twitch, causing you to jerk up over his cock. It seems like no end is in sight, you moan and and your legs shake as you clutch onto him. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with an enamored expression, like you’re the most fantastic thing he’s ever set his eyes on, and you feel like maybe you are.

You can feel yourself coating him as your body still jerks and twitches, starting to lose momentum, coming down. You steady yourself, trying to catch your breath. You let him hold all of your weight as you lay limp in his arms, not having the strength to move anymore.

“There you are.” He hums, smiling when your gaze meets his again. “You look so pretty when you cum, I’m… so close, baby.” He chokes out, sounding almost in pain.

“Do it, I wanna see you cum.” You whisper, your small confession sounding out of you with surprising ease. You can tell it shocks him too when his eyes brighten and he lets out a shaky groan.

You can feel him twitch deep inside you and at the last second, he quickly puts your feet back on the ground and pulls out just in time to shoot his cum over your stomach and tits, painting you with the white ropes. He stills for a moment, a particularly drawn out whine producing from his sweet mouth which you promise to commit to memory. He holds himself in his hand, eyes still closed as he pumps the remaining cum out that dribbles over his swollen cock.

His chest rises and falls with every breath as he comes back to earth to meet you and you take the opportunity to step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. He kisses you back for a moment, the two of you just existing with each other before he pulls away, meeting your eyes again.

“That was so amazing.”

“I know. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced Jake. Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine I can assure you.”

Just as the words leave his lips you hear voices in the background, laughing and cheering. Then, the sound of boots walking up the ramp to the ship. He looks panicked for a second causing you to panic yourself.

“What is it?”

“No no It's okay, it's just the crew. Here let me help you.” He grabs a cloth from the nightstand and brings it up to your chest, cleaning you up. You pull your clothes from the floor putting them back on as Jake does the same. He finishes putting on his own clothes and steps towards you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t want anyone to catch us naked.” You both laugh together as he takes your hand. “Should we go to bed?”

Is he gonna make me sleep above deck?

“Down here this time, in my hammock.” He says motioning behind him. “I’m sorry I didn’t offer before, I was- I don’t know.” He looks down feeling guilty and you take his chin in your hands, pulling his face up to meet yours.

“It’s okay Jake, I forgive you.” He smiles, warming your heart.

Jake's POV

The two of you settle into the hammock, finding it to be a bit of a tight squeeze. Her head rests on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her. It feels so right like this, having her finally so close to you especially after what just happened.

She looks like an angel.

Her hair gently tickles your face and your arm starts to fall asleep under her weight but you don’t dare move. Her breathing evens out as she settles and you try to match hers, breathing in with every inhale and out with every exhale.

Everything in this moment is so perfect but there’s one thing you can’t shake from your head. If we get caught…

“I have to tell you something.” You whisper, trying your best not to startle her.

“Yes?” She asks, looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

God she looks so perfect.

“We can’t get caught like this.” She nods her head slightly, dismissing the topic.

“No. We really cannot get caught.”

“Why?”

Fuck here goes nothing.

“If anyone sees us together… the Captain won’t be happy, he won’t want this… I..” She sits up a little taller, tilting her head.

“But why?”

She doesn’t understand. Should I just lie to her? The crew has already started rumors about us.. this is dangerous.

“Because I don’t know what they would do y/n…”

“What? Like make me walk the plank?” She laughs.

“Maybe.” Her face drops and so does your heart. It hurts to have to tell her this but she has to understand the severity of the situation.

Just as the words leave your lips you hear footsteps outside. The crew is making their way below deck to their own quarters after they’re partying.

Shit shit.

You press your finger to her lips, silencing her as the men walk by. You mouth the words, “they can't find out.” And then in perfect almost comedic timing…

KNOCK KNOCK -

Part 4

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ta-ns · 1 year

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Barou Shoei angst x reader🌸

Author here this isn’t part two from last time cause I suddenly felt like hurting myself with angst so hehe 🎀

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Barou Shoei better known as “King” on the field is cocky for sure. This never bothered you too much as he usually tones it down off the field. You’ve always hated cocky guys that thought everything revolves around him but Barou made it work for him. He made it so attractive and maybe that’s where you messed up. Things were going swimmingly in your relationship together. Sho as you like to call him is almost perfect. He’s always ready for your girly issues having two sisters himself. Blasting your music while cleaning together is a ritual that you both enjoy. He did things usually without you asking, it was smooth sailing. That is until he started becoming more distant. He was there less and less. Barou has always taken his career very seriously and you didn’t mind him being away for times while competing. Sure you missed him a whole bunch when he would compete but you know that it’s important so you just do your best to support him from home. But now it just seems as if he is going out of his way or at least more so than he usually did before and thus was at home or with you less. It all started to go downhill on a random rainy day. The night before after you guys had just made love, his big rough hands gently cupped your cheek. He stroked it so softly and tenderly with his thumb before pressing his lips lovingly against yours. “Y/n tomorrow let’s go out to eat. I haven’t shown you off recently so let’s fix that hmm?” He grumbled into your lips. You nodded happily as you caressed his hair,”mmm let’s do that Sho!” You sighed happily.

The next day comes and as such you wake up giddy to go on a date with your lover. You dress up to the nines your dress hugging and accentuating your curves so beautifully. Your heels and elegant jewelry ties the whole outfit together. You look at the message Sho had sent telling you he sent an Uber outside to pick you up so he could meet you there. The ride flies by and you find yourself in front of a fabulous restaurant with twinkling lights and a grandeur ambiance. You walk up to the receptionist and tell them the name under the reservation and are promptly shown to your private booth. Butterflies are soaring in your belly as you eagerly wait for your esteemed lover to make his appearance. “Good evening ma’am what can I get you to drink today?” chirps the waitress. “Hello I’m waiting for someone right now is it all right if you come back in a bit?” You reply with a smile. “Sure thing ma’am I’ll be back in a bit then!” She smiles before walking off. Time passes and you find yourself drifting into your daydreams without realizing it. You’re jarred out of said thoughts by the waitress once again.” Is everything okay here ma’am? Ready for your drinks?” She inquires. You pause before checking your watch and see that close to an hour has passed,” Sure, I’ll have a pink lemonade.” You return. She brings the lemonade swiftly and just as swiftly leaves you once again with your thoughts. The tiktok of the grand clock ringing surprises you out of your stupor. You look up to the sound of footsteps with anticipation only to find the waitress coming towards you,”My apologies ma’am I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here for a bit…can I bring you any appetizers while you wait?” She questions with concern. You discreetly check your watch and are astonished to see it’s been a little more than two hours. “No thank you instead I’ll have the special of the evening.” You reply and carefully tack on a smile even though inside you were anything but happy. The waitress runs off and promptly returns with your food to which you begin eating and polish off your plate. Suddenly an ice cream is placed in front of you as the waitress clears her throat before whispering,” The ice cream is on the house ma’am…I hope this doesn’t cause you any offense I just hope a pretty lady like you is okay.” At that you find yourself blinking back tears before clearing your own throat in an attempt to rein in your emotions. “Thank you… I appreciate it but I’ll pay for the ice cream and take the check.” You smile warmly at her.

You step out into the cold of the night. You reach out a hand and feel a slight drizzle beginning and bite your lip to hold back the tears threatening to fall from your lashes as you order an Uber. When you get to his house where you’ve mostly been staying at due to Barou’s suggestion to find it still dark. The house is empty upon your arrival. How could he stand you up like that you ponder as you feel your throat constricting. You decide to take a shower to wash it all off and hope he’s okay. After showering you reach for your phone and message him once again asking if he’s okay. As soon as you put it down it chimes and you immediately pick it back up. It’s Barou saying something came up and he’s staying at a hotel. You feel your chest getting tight but decide to hold off on any assumptions before you get a chance to speak with him.

You crawl into bed and after crying in the shower sleep soon overtakes you. You feel the bed dip and wake up to Barou putting his things on the bed. “Sho?” You question, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Who else would it be?” He answers gruffly before continuing with what he was doing. “Sho you do realize you stood me up yesterday right?” You blurt out. “Yeah about that something just came up and I didn’t wanna drive back home.” He replies briskly before abruptly walking out of the room. “Oh and I’m going out right now, I have practice soon,” he grumbles out before kissing you swiftly on the lips and leaving the house. You’re left shocked at what just transpired but put it off as you get ready for work. After working you decide to let it go for now.

Unfortunately this situation happens once again and yet he has the perfect excuse for it that you would sound like an idiot for not accepting it. You know how they say third times the charm? Well apparently it’s also for sad things as well. Barou has once again stood you up only this time it’s unforgivable. There you are in your newly acquired lingerie sitting amongst a heart of rose petals. The candles flicker against your figure and you hear your heart shatter. Any hope that you were holding for Barou is gone. You grab your phone and jump onto Instagram and the first thing you see is Reo Mikages post where they are at a club and there is Barou without a care in the world. While your world just broke. You gingerly stand up and quickly sit down to rub some life back into your legs. The tears come at that moment and don’t stop. The tears blur your vision and your nose feels like it’s congesting. You’re body shakes with your sobs as you angrily clean up the flowers. You turn off all the candles and chuck them into the trash. You’re done with it all you think to yourself feeling so small and pathetic. You remember the promise you made to yourself after seeing many of your loved ones be heartbroken in love to not let yourself be treated any less than you deserve. Determined to keep your promise to yourself you take all of your things and pack them neatly into the boxes which you place at the front. You even clean every nook n cranny of the home that you thought would become yours.

You shove all of your things into your car and hurriedly drive to your home where you take all of your things inside. You quickly change into a cute and chic outfit before phoning Barou. “Where are you?” You question trying not to let your voice waver. “Why?” He answers sharply. “It’s important please.” You retort trying to be just as brusque as he was. “I’m on my way home.” He replies before hanging up. You drive back to his home trying to muster up all your courage and put the bravest face you can manage with your broken heart. You enter the door and find Barou busying himself getting ready for bed. “Barou Shoei,” it takes your all not to cry as you’re so angry and hurt ,” I’m breaking up with you. We’re done I don’t want to hear from you again.” With that you spin on your heel as you try to run before any tears can fall. You’re forced to stop as Barou grabs your wrist to spin you towards him.

“What the in the world where are you going? Where is that coming from?” He spits out his eyes dark with anger. At that you feel your sadness disappear momentarily to be replaced with astonishment and anger. “Sho you can’t expect me to keep sticking around when you show no respect for me lately or respect for my time! Are you stupid? How could you treat me the way you did and expect me to stay?? If you don’t respect me then this relationship is nothing! Do you know what today was?!” You state your voice cold and dripping with hostility. Barou’s face drops when he realizes,” Y/n no I’m sorry… I completely forgot…” You feel your resolve shaking as you peer into his face which is twisted with emotions. That is until he opens his mouth again. “I made a small mistake that doesn’t mean you can leave. No one else can take better care of you than I can. You’d be no one without me.” You didn’t think it was possible to be in any more pain but were obviously proven wrong. You cut him off with a slap. The sound echos into the chilly air. The tears you fought so hard to keep at bay drip silently down your checks. “Don’t you ever come near me you prick…” You rush out of the door leaving behind a shocked Barou. Only until you’re driving away does he look around him. What he sees is nothing. Nothing because everywhere where there used to be something of yours is empty. All evidence of your existence here is gone. The place is impeccable and shiny. The house is quiet. As he turns around and around he realizes just how far he had fallen. The music that you would have either softly playing in the background or blaring was gone. It was eerie. At that he crumpled to the floor and for the first time since he was a baby he felt a single tear drip down his cheek.

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I might make a like redemption ark if I feel like it lol be safe everyone! 🎀

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