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xxkitty13 · 5 months

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Vampire AU

Lawlu- Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law can’t resist the lubooty ;) More -> Part 2

It was a typical night for Law. Alone in his bedroom, enjoying the tranquility of the deserted island. The castle he resides in is not large nor extravagant, it is small. He did not mind it, there’s ample amount of space for him, anymore would be a waste.

Although, he did take luxury of the large bed. A size that would fit five people. Law had no intention of sharing it, he liked the life of solitude. He did have his subordinates, but he grants them free will. Time to time he meets with them. Rarely does he give them direct orders. The bear under his lead will sometimes guard the island by choice. Whether he’s away or not, the bear is attached. Law tolerates it.

The time of day did not matter to Law, he’ll rest when he feels like it. Usually, he goes without sleep for days as he boards himself in the laboratory. Today he takes the time to sleep. The eye bags are proof of the lack of rest. He closes his eyes to drift into a slumber, but a booming crash shook the walls of the castle.

He grits at the mayhem and hastily gets out of his bed. He scurries to the direction of the sound and dust fills the place. He waves the accumulation of rising particles to get a better look of the damage.

“Ack!” Someone coughs out.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

More coughing emerged as the dust settled.

The outline of a small figure is presented. The first thing Law noticed was a straw hat.

“Sheesh, that hurt more than I thought.”

Law groaned. The view is now clear and in front of him stood a young man. A flimsy one with big doe eyes. His outfit is rather strange to him, an opened red vest, shorts, and sandals.

The smaller man patted the debris off his clothing and gave a cunning grin.

“You. State your identity.”

“Me?” The straw hat asked, his eyes widen at the deep voice. His eyes smile at him, Law looked at him in disgust. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy and you are?”

“Tsk, I’m the owner of this property and you broke my wall.”

Luffy looked at the hole and rubbed the back of his head. “Oops, I’m sorry I had a running with a wild beast.”

Could it have been Bepo? No, he’s not here. There are other creatures that inhabit the island. Still, he’s surprised the tiny human could outrun them.

“I don’t know what’s your purpose on this island, but you will face the consequences.”

Law opened his mouth to show his large fangs. The little bastard interrupted his sleep and ruined a portion of his home. As he commenced to pounce on him, Luffy gasped.

“Wow so cool!” he shouts, eyes enlarged in excitement.

Confused at his reaction, he stops.

“Are you vampire?” Luffy asks taking a step forward.

Perplexed by his lack of fear, he backs away. “Yes, I’m a vampire.”

The younger man stretches his arm out to touch the vampire’s fangs. Law grabs his wrist before he could. “You can stretch?” A series of questions pop in his head, not only can he enlarge himself, the boy is also crazy.

Chuckling at the comment, “I’m made of rubber. See.” His other arm stretches towards his face, poking one of the fangs. Law snarls at him and attempts to bite his finger.

“Ah! Don’t do that!” He retreats his hand and frees himself from his grip. “Are you going to eat me?”

The vampire furrowed his eyebrows. Can he? Will his teeth penetrate through his skin? Only one way to find out. He smirks. “Perhaps.”

Luffy drops to his knees and pleads at the taller man. “No, please don’t eat me! I won’t taste good. Meat tastes so much better,” he cries.

Appalled by this, Law steps away. Luffy eyes glimmer from the excess water. Those brown orbs resonate for mercy. He hates confronting strong emotions.

“Tsk.” He turns away. “Fine, just fix your mess. I’m going to sleep.”

Luffy jumps in joy. “Thank you! Um. . . vampire guy?”

“It’s Trafalgar. . . Trafalgar Law.”

“Tra- what?”— He scratches his head at the name— “Tra-guy? Torao?”

“Trafalgar!”

“Ah, thanks Torao!”

Law scrunches his face in annoyance. “Whatever don’t bother me. We’ll settle this later.”

He leaves Luffy alone and heads up the stairs to his bedroom.

The straw hat man looks at the large hole in the wall. He sighs at the mess. "How do I fix a wall?" A loud grumble stopped his trace of thoughts. "I'm hungry. I need to eat first." He turns observe the rest of the building. It looked small on the outside, but the inside is like a maze. He’ll go through the trouble of wondering the labyrinth for the kitchen.

"I can't ask Torao, he said not to bother him. Well, I guess I have to explore this place." He smiles walking down a dark hallway. "Wow this castle is cool and spooky, this will be fun!"

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Law returned to his dark cavern. Even though he’s a creature of the night, he still needs his sleep. His body plopped on the bed, craving the sheets on it. The straw hat pondered his mind. How did he arrive on the island? Who is he? Most importantly, why wasn’t the human afraid?

Just looking at those innocent eyes did something to him. He palms his face at the thought.

“Get a grip.”

Darkness fades the view around him. As his eyes shut, he wonders if Luffy will repair the damage. The young man appeared to have no thoughts behind those doe eyes. He’s pretty sure he has no idea how to build a wall.

“Shit.”

His eyes are wide open now. “I left him alone. Stupid.” Law runs out his room and heads to Luffy.

"Crap, where did he go? Why did I leave a stranger alone in my castle?"

Elsewhere, Luffy found the basement of the place. Despite the secrete passageway filled with spiderwebs and dead remains of animals, he found it interesting. Going deeper in the hallway, he came across two steel doors. He opened the large doors and entered the room.

It appeared to be a laboratory. Weird science equipment covered the room. A flat steel table sat in the middle of the room.

His stomach growled.

“Man, where’s the food in this place?”

He continued to explore the lab and found a door at the back. Curious of what held inside, he opened it and was met with cold air. It’s a freezer storage. All over the walls hanged frozen items. Taking a closer look, the meat like structures were covered in ice. Shelves that surrounded the walls contained weird jars of specimens. Not caring much about it, he focused his attention to the large fridge situated across the room.

“Food!”

Luffy rushed to open the refrigerator. Inside held numerous blocks of ice. Puzzled by the frozen cubes, his smile faded. He grabbed one and inspected it. Lub-dub. The ice cube contracted. It was strange, lub-dub, it moved again. The block contained an odd red muscle. Luffy shrugged thinking it was a weird piece of meat. His mouth opened to take a bite, but before he could, someone barged in.

“Don’t eat it you idiot!”

Startled, the straw hat dropped the frozen organ. Law was appalled at the sight. He immediately picked up the cube and placed in back in the refrigerator.

“What kind of person eats a heart?!”

“A heart?”

“Yes, you moron!”

“Oh, no wonder why it looked funny,” he chuckled.

A vein popped out of Law’s temple.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. How did you find this place?”

“I was walking around, and I started touching around the walls. Then my hand pressed against the stone in one of the walls and it was pushed in. An opening appeared with stairs. Now I’m here,” he said with a large grin.

“What else did you see?”

“Mmm, just this weird room. Is there food around? I’m hungry.”

Luffy began to exit the storage room, but Law grabbed his arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving to catch one of those beasts.”

“You think I’ll let you get away? You know too much.”

“Huh-”

Law tossed the straw hat against the wall of the freezer. The frozen meat hanging on the sides fell on top of him. Shoving it out his way, he noticed the shape of the object. The remains appeared to be human like. The situation slowly sinks in with Luffy. He panics at the lifeless skull attached to the remains. He screams, backing away in disgust.

"You killed him!"

Reality finally hits him, he's a wicked vampire. He looks around the room, vials filled with blood, containers with persevered organs, and corpses were all evidence of his hunt. Luffy thought Law was joking about eating him, but he was wrong.

Using his ability, he stretches his arm and punches Law out the way. He runs towards the large door of the lab, but the vampire magically appears in front him.

"What?!"

Law grabs him and pins him down to the floor.

"You're not going anywhere," he snarls showing his sharp canines.

"Please, I don't want to die!" Luffy pleads, afraid of the man above his body.

“Shut up,” he grits. Law stares at his prey underneath him. Those eyes again.

The vampire groans. When has he shown mercy to intruders? He hesitates to rip open the exposed neck. "Tsk." His golden irises beam onto Luffy's soft brown ones. He exhales and gets off his body.

He facepalms as he bites his lip. It was weird, he could almost smell the blood underneath his skin. He's never experienced this. Despite only knowing his name, he finds himself drawn to him. However, his vampiric instincts are calling for bloodlust.

"Go."

Luffy looks at him perplexed. "You're letting me go?"

"I said go!" Law snaps his head towards his direction. His golden eyes were now bright red. This startled Luffy. Not wanting to find out about the sudden change in his demeanor, he pivots and dashes to the doors.

In trashing his way out, he hits a corner of a stranded medical cart. A sharp scalpel cuts his arm.

The small wound was enough for the vampire to snap. The scent of the blood sparked something inside of him.

"RUN."

A tone of venom rolled off of Law’s tongue. The urging face of hunger made Luffy to rush out the laboratory. Adrenaline rushed through his blood vessels; he followed wherever his legs took him.

The straw hat ran up the stairs to the ground level of the castle. In a frenzy, he touched the walls in hopes to close the entrance to the basement. His hand found the hidden button and caused the floor to shift below him. He could see the vampire hustling his way up, but before he could jump out, the entrance closed in time.

“Whew, the was close,” he sighs, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.

Those words jinxed him.

“Room. Shambles.”

Law appeared before him.

“What?! You did it again!”

The taller man grabbed his throat and smashed him to the nearby wall. “I got you,” he grins, purposely showing his canines.

Luffy’s hands wrap around his wrist, trying to remove the death grip around his neck. He picked his legs up and stretched them out to push Law away. Using great force, he smashes the vampire against the other side of the hallway. The stone crumbles over him and smothers him in the pile. The straw hat uses this opportunity to flee.

“Ah! How do I lose him?!”

In the rock pile, Law lays with a smirk. “Hmm.” He sits up, causing the rubbish to fall off, and stares at the human running in dismay.

“Room.”

Popping from behind, he goes to embrace Luffy. Now in his arms, he uses his ability to teleport them to his bedroom. The two land on his grand bed.

Lost in words, Luffy could only stare at his captor pinning him down.

“Will it hurt?”

The vampire hums as he removed the straw hat from his head. “It won’t kill you,” he simply says.

Luffy closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Licking his lips, Law drew to the side of his neck. His hot breath blew on the exposed flesh, making him shiver.

“Relax little human, you’ll enjoy this.”

Luffy hitched at the warm wetness sliding against him. The tongue was surprisingly hot, he thought vampires were cold-blooded creatures. His hands grip the bedsheets as he felt the tip of his sharp teeth caress his tender flesh.

He gulps, feeling himself excite a little at the feeling. With one last breath, Law sinks his teeth in.

“Ah-” he groans at the flashing pain.

The vampire sucks the warm red liquid in delight- the best he’s had. He savors the young man’s blood, only wanting more. Law embraces Luffy close, grinding on him slowly. He whimpers at the overwhelming sensation and lets himself be consumed.

Law sucked gently, humming against the wound. With a flushed face, the human lets out a soft moan, forgetting about the pain in the beginning. Satisfying his thirst, the vampire licked the open holes.

He lets the human go for a brief moment. The bloodlust fades as he gets clarity of the situation. Law didn’t mean to bite him, but he doesn’t regret it. The human’s blood is vastly different- it’s addicting. A powerful drug that only he could possess. It became clear on what he has to do.

Still processing the bite, Luffy eyes opened to a dark gaze from the vampire. In a quick motion, Law turns his body over. A painful bite is felt at his nape.

The human screams in agony. The pain was quick, and Law licked the oozing liquid.

“It’s done. You’re mine.”

Luffy runs his hand over the large bite mark, wincing at the touch. He rubs the tears off his eyes and turns to his side.

“Yours? I don’t belong to no one.”

“Hmm,” Law hums and smirks at his comment.

His long fingers trace his bite at the nape, making the smaller male wince.

“Don’t touch me.”

“This bite says otherwise. You’re marked by me,” he says leaving a trail of kisses to the previous bite mark.

He squirms at the touch of his lips. Law chuckles at his reaction. “You can’t say you didn’t like it,”— his mouth nears his ear— “I heard you moan.”

“I-” Luffy face reddens. “I still don’t belong to you,” he huffs.

“Mugiwara-ya.”

His ears twitch at the name.

“You’re hungry, aren't you? Let me compensate you with a dinner.”

Luffy livens up at the word. “Dinner?!” He grabs his hat and rushes out the room.

Law looked at him in shock. How did he get the energy to move like that?

“Don’t just stand there. I want to eat now!”

“Will you submit to me if I give you what you want?”

The straw hat squints his eyes at the vampire. There’s no way he’ll let Law get his way, but the proposal intrigued him.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

A devious smile plastered on Luffy’s face.

“Get ready to give me a lifetime supply of meat!” He grins.

“Huh? Wh-”

Luffy wraps his arm around Law and draws him close. He struggles to break the hold, but it was no use.

“Alright let’s go eat!”

The vampire goes limp in defeat. “What did I get myself into?”

#lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #luffy #lulaw #law x luffy #vampire law

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pjxjg · 11 days

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Mafia Boss!Jason x Writer/Artist!Percy anyone?

“I’m going in a date.”

The amount of water Piper snorted back up into her glass was concerning, especially after sending the girl into a horrible bout of wracking wheezed and coughs.

“Your- your what?” She rasped, letting out another light choke of air.

Jason didn’t look up from his spot in front of the mirror, fixated on tying his tie and combing down the spikes in his blonde hair.

“Frank set me up with this guy he met through Hazel, and she says we’d be really good together.”

Piper snorted, scrubbing the water on her skirt with a dry tissue. “Oh yah? And how’s that gonna go?”

When she caught the look Jason sent her, she sighed and set down the tissue, clasping her hands together and pressing them to her lips.

“Just- do you really thinks a good idea? I mean, the only person you’ve ever dated was me. And that was before I came out as lesbian.”

“Well we had a long-er relationship, didn’t we? I thought it was ok.” Jason sniffed.

Piper gave him a blunt look, “Jay, we were freshmen in high school who only met because my mom shot your dad.”

The blonde opened and closed his mouth, “So-o?”

“Buddy. Babe. Our first date one of your family’s rivals tried to gun us down from the roof of the cinema we were walking to.”

Jason sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, deciding it looked a bit too fancy. “I know, Pipes, I know. But with the pestering Zeus has been laying on, I just would rather go out and try to find love instead of have him select someone for like a treaty or something.”

Piper raised a brow, “Like back in the day marriage to stop rivalry shit?”

“Well-” Jason fumbled for an excuse. “Yah.”

“Afraid he’ll pair you up with someone who can kick ass better than you?”

Jason threw his comb at her.

“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to hit a sensitive nerve.” Piper muttered through horribly hidden chuckles.

“Whatever, Pipes, I’m going. And you can sit here and laugh yourself to death for all I care.”

“Just- be careful, ok Jase? You don’t want to hurt yourself, or worse, get this mysterious blind date killed.” Piper said, “I mean, what is you really liked him? And some other gang found out?”

“I’ll be cautious, and I’ll be really honest with him too- Hazel said that Frank said that this guys pretty chill.”

“But is ‘chill’ enough to come to terms with your family business, that can be pretty sketchy for someone. I mean- my mom’s pretty invested and I was still freaked out by it. I just-“ Piper struggled to think up what to say next.

“This could end really badly with an innocent death, or you dead if you’re not careful. Look what happened to your mom.”

Jason winced slightly at the mention of Beryl, “I- you right. But I don’t know, I feel like this’ll be good for me. And what if I do end up with some kickass boyfriend, it could end badly or it could end pretty great, I think.”

“That’d be something I’d want to see.” Piper took another sip of her water, swirling it around in her cup. “You, trying to interrogate in the living room. About to break the biggest secret that could make your family’s business untouchable, when suddenly.” Pipers voice rose ten octaves.

“‘Hey honey, what do you want for dinner?’”

Jason will admit, he snorted out a laugh, turning to Piper, who had also broken out into a light airy laugh that sounded like a wheeze because she couldn’t get enough air.

“Who- who the fuck says he’ll talk like that?” He snorted.

“It was an in the moment thing, ok. It got you scrambling to get your shit together didn’t it?”

Jason turned to Piper, opened mouthed with another insult coming up his throat, before she cut him off again.

“Look- maybe this will be good for you. I don’t know it’ll end well. But maybe you can get something out of this. Like a slap to the reality or a ‘kickass boyfriend.’”

“Thank you, Piper, thank you.” Jason said earnestly, trying ruffle his hair his just a bit more.

“You’re welcome. And for the love of all things holy don’t get yourself killed because you’re trailing after some asshole Frank knows.”

“Oh fuck off Pipes.” Jason grabbed his coat of the small hook by the door, checking for his wallet and the extra small handgun tucked into the side pocket.

“Love you too! You stupid ass bastard!”

The last thing the blonde mafia boss heard was a shrill laugh from Piper before the door was slammed shut.

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just a thought, i’m to lazy to write fics but here’s some more inspiration

#jason x percy #gay #otppp jercyyy #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #ships #jercy #artistxmafiaboss #i love them #i also love the trope #romance

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laferocia · 6 months

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Mike Patton, italian interview, sept 2000

Probably, this interview took place right before the concert at Arena Parco Nord in Bologna, during the Independence Days Festival. A nice thing to know: the guy interviewing Mike is also from the US, his name is Derek Simons. Enjoy!

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Interviewer: Siamo qua con Mike Patton dei Mr Bungle nonché di mille altri gruppi. So che devi salire sul palco tra pochissimo ma per quei pochi che in Italia ancora non ti conoscono, una domanda semplice semplice: descrivi il suono dei Mr Bungle. // Here we are with Mike Patton from Mr. Bungle, who's also been part of a ton of other bands. I know you're about to go on stage in a bit, but for those folks in Italy who might not know you yet, here's a super simple question: tell us what Mr. Bungle's music is like.

Mike: fiuuu, questo è difficilissimo! // Fiuuu, this is very hard!

I: (sarcasm mode on) no è semplice! // Oh no, it's easy!

Mike: no no no, un suono particolare, meglio (da) comprare il disco e scopri così. Io non posso descrivere. // Well, it's a unique sound, better to buy the album and discover it for yourself. I can't really describe it. (Mike Mike Mike, we don't expect these mistakse from you: "da" is incorrect here and you should have said "lo scopri così/ lo scoprirai così).

I: il disco "California" sta andando bene. // "California" is doing well.

Mike: sta andando abbastanza bene, benissimo no, diciamo a un livello modesto, sì.// It's going pretty well, not great, let's say at a modest level, yeah.

I: ma siete contenti? // Are you guys happy?

Mike: sì, però noi siamo contenti con poco, eh. // Yeah, but we're happy with very little, you know. (sweet smile and "contenti con poco" is fuc*ing native)

I: ho letto una lista di tutte le canzoni cover che fate nei vari concerti, ci saranno 80 diverse canzoni. Come mai questa passione per le teme delle colonne sonore dei film? // I've read a list of all the cover songs you perform at different concerts, there are 80 different songs. What's the reason for this passion for film soundtrack themes? (some mistakes here but our US friend has a pretty good italian, I remember him, LOL).

Mike: ma più che altro è che le nostre canzoni, che scriviamo noi, dopo un po' diventano un po' noiose e dobbiamo aggiungere qualche spezia, così. E i cover sono... è per questo motivo che suoniamo i cover. // More than anything, it's just that our songs, the ones we write ourselves, can get a bit boring after a while, so we have to add some spice to them. And the covers... that's why we play covers. (In Italian, "cover" is feminine so "le cover", not "i cover").

I: c'è un qualsiasi stile musicale che è rimasto da provare per voi? // Is there any music style left for you guys to try?

Mike: sempre. C'è sempre qualcosa da imparare, da provare. Però più che altro da imparare. Quanto tempo più che suono più che realizzo che più che so che non conosco niente, che non so niente. // Always. There's always something to learn, to try. But more than anything, to learn. The longer I play, the more I realize that I don't know anything, that I know nothing. (A bit chaotic but our grammar is a mess with this kind of phrase. He wanted to say "più suono, più mi rendo conto che non conosco niente, non so niente". Btw, the meaning is clear).

Mike: ciao ciao a tutti che stanno guardando "Surfing", ci vediamo! // Hi to all the people out there who are watching "Surfing", see ya!

In this interview, his Italian isn't at its best. Probably, he spent some time abroad during the summer, and he was a bit incorrect here and there. By the way, it's always more than good!

#mr bungle #mike patton #tomahawk #faith no more #trevor dunn #Youtube

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oneirataxia-girl · 4 months

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okay people I need everyone to drop everything now and LOOK AT MY DARLING MARI OMG, Hadley @supermarine-silvally was kind enough to make me art of Mari and I Have Not Stopped fangirling over it since they sent it to me. this is my new roman empire now (as if I need another reason to go feral over Mari)

check under the cut for a surprise 🤭 minor spoilers for Wano, but it’s just one line tbh

"Bepo, don't touch that! It's not done yet!"

The polar bear hung his head as he drew his paw back from the half-finished cannon, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Penguin chastised, the penguin charm on his cap shaking in tandem with his head.

"Yeah!" Added Shachi, tossing a dirty look at Kenji, who raised his arms in surrender, "We're all on the same level here, so don't order us around like you're higher than us, Strawhat!"

"Aren’t you bossing us around right now?"

As the Strawhats -- mostly Franky and Chopper -- and the Hearts started to argue, a huff of laughter diverted the two crewmates’ attention to the last crew’s second-in-command. Killer had his arms crossed in front of his chest, mask covering his face as always; Kenji didn't make a complaint as the blond-haired man shoved through the throng of people and wrapped a muscular arm around his shoulder.

"Pretty sure Kenji knows his stuff better than you, Heart. So listen to him on this."

"Stop ordering us around!"

Chaos descended back on the Sunny as the crews, now three rather than two, shot insults and jabs at each other. Under the deck, the captains exchanged glances at the ruckus.

"Your crew’s done something again, Strawhat."

"Why me? It’s probably Jaggy's fault!"

The redhead threw a spoon at Luffy while spewing a stream of insults. Sighing, Law raised a hand to tug on his hat, only to remember that the top of his head was empty. Kid’s head was similarly void of his usual headgear, something Luffy didn’t hesitate to point out as soon as he stepped into the room.

"Jaggy! Your hair looks good without your goggles!"

Kid snapped his head in Luffy's direction. The blue hairband holding his hair back was distinctly not a part of the captain's wardrobe. Indeed, the accessory stood out among the reds and blacks that Kid favored like how Law's lack of his cap also drew Luffy's attention as soon as he saw the doctor.

"Did I miss something? Why are you not wearing your hat, Tra-guy?"

Behind him, Kid made a sound that was a mixture of a scoff and a snicker, "Yeah Doctor, where's your hat?"

With a glance at the hair accessory perched on the redhead, Law’s mouth twitched slightly, "You know perfectly well where it is."

Up on the deck, the Heart, Strawhat, and Kid pirates had each taken up a corner of the ship. Arguing about everything from whose captain was the strongest, to which crew had the greatest feats; Zoro looked ready to draw his swords and dice up the next human (or mink) who said Law was the best out of the three captains, and Kenji just seemed flattered that he managed to start such a debate.

That was, until Mari slid down from the crow's nest.

"Brook," she started, striding across the wooden floor with soundless steps, "It's your turn to keep watch, my shift's done."

The skeleton opened his mouth, but only the clack of his jawbone falling to the floor came out. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi had identical looks of shock on their faces; even Killer seemed surprised behind his mask.

Mari's forehead furrowed as she took in their expressions, "What?"

"Mari," Kenji said from his place next to the Kid Pirates’ second-in-command, "What's that on your head?"

Reaching up, Mari repeated her crewmate's question with a confused look, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she registered exactly what sat on her head, then her face returned to her usual expression of boredom.

"A cap."

"Just a cap?" asked Kenji, smile too wide for it to be normal. Mari’s eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't seem to be fazed by her as she answered simply:

"And some goggles."

Kenji nodded sagely, turning around to tap Killer on the shoulder, "Kill, don't you think my crewmate's new goggles look familiar?"

The blond man nodded back just as gravely, the gravity of his stance offset by a few gasps of laughter escaping him as he observed, "I've certainly seen it somewhere."

"Captain's cap?!"

"Are those Kid’s googles?!"

"Has anyone seen my jaw?!"

Numerous pairs of eyes turned around to look at Brook.

"Ah, here it is! Thank you, Robin."

Robin’s arm replied with a thumbs up.

"Ah-ah," said Kenji, bringing the attention back to the woman about to leave the deck, "where do you think you’re going, young lady?"

"I’m two years older than you."

"Barely two years older than me."

"Still counts."

"On paper maybe, but --"

"Why do you have Captain’s hat?!" Demanded Bepo, flanked by Penguin and Shachi, who were both glaring at Mari under the shades of their own hats, "You stole it, didn’t you!"

Removing her hand from the doorknob, Mari sighed softly and tugged at the spotted brim of the hat, "Your captain gave it to me."

"Did Kid also give you his goggles?" Came the question from Wire.

"He shoved them in my face and stomped off."

"Sounds like him," Heat muttered, getting a chorus of agreements from his crew.

The Heart Pirates, on the contrary, weren’t so easily convinced, "Why would our captain give anything to a Strawhat?"

Mari shrugged in response, tucking a hand behind her back as the other one started to open the door leading down into the interior of the Sunny, "He doesn’t explain things to me. And if that’s all, I’m going to finish my chores."

"I’ll come with," Sanji piped up, pushing his way through the throng to follow his crewmate, "it’s time to get started on dinner anyways."

The door swung shut behind the two.

Kenji held his hand out to Killer, who sighed and rummaged in his pockets for a wad of Berry, which he placed in the other man’s waiting palm. Brook, now with his jawbone, coughed awkwardly and moved to the crow’s nest to keep watch. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were still muttering and casting furtive glances at where Mari had left the deck. And for a moment, there was only the sound of waves lapping against the sides on the ship.

In the kitchen, Mari was silent as she chopped up the vegetables into small cubes; Sanji was the same while he grinded herbs and spices into a paste -- until he put down his pestle and asked:

"Is Kid wearing your hairband?"

Her knife suspended in midair, Mari glanced over at the blond, a small smirk growing on her face as she nodded.

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe @supermarine-silvally @fakedatings -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#ugh my writing has gotten so bad I am sorry to everyone that reads it #tho tbf this is the first full something I've written in a while #this takes place in an alt universe bc there is no feasible way this could work in the current version of aim for the sun #an au where Mari doesn’t have abandonment issues and is more assertive right off the bat #I see Franky and Chopper ready to throw hands (and hooves) when cool bro Kenji gets snapped at #even tho it still feels a bit ooc to me #Kenji and Killer know what's up with Midlaw and Midlaw hates them for it #that is the same for the main story #(they definitely coined the ship name Midlaw in-universe #bc the three of them are mid af #anyhow thank you sm again to Hadley for making both arts!!#i love them if you can’t tell yet aksjaksj #oc: marionette mari #oc: himura kenji #ship: midlaw #otp: the metal strings of death #with a hint of #ship: keller #no otp title for them yet #alvita's writing #fyeahonepieceocs

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mackenyus-photo-dump · 6 months

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ZORO CAUGHT HANAHAKI

Part 1: Confession

Does anyone know Hanahaki disease? It's basically a fictional disease people catch when their love is unrequited. The symptoms include coughing out red petals, once severe, the sufferer would cough up blood.

[This fanfiction took place right after this scene]

Recalling his promise to Sanji to kill him once he was back from whatever hell he went to, Zoro got up. "Oh right, I need to fulfill my promise," he said, taking another sip of Sake. The Sake in Wano is especially decadent, but why did it taste sweet and fragrant that day? Zoro stood up, ready to draw his sword to execute his nakama, but he felt a sudden tingle in his throat. He tried to ignore the itch, but the more he did so, the more it bothered him. Once he could no longer take it, Zoro coughed, and 2 petals of a red rose flew out of his mouth. "Petals?" he hummed to himself. Now the itch was gone, he smirked back at Sanji, trying to continue what he meant to do, but the itch came back, and it was way worse than before. Sanji's eyes widened. He never saw Zoro in such a state. Zoro sat back down, with his fingers on his chin, he was thinking. "Chopper, did you feed me any seeds or flowers while I passed out?" he yelled at Chopper who was playing with the 2 orphans on the other side of the room. Chopper rushed to his side and shook his head. Chopper was taken aback once he saw the petals on Zoro's palm. Could this be? the doctor mumbled to himself.

"I will get Tra-guy to have a second opinion!" Chopper ran outside to find the best doctor he could find on the land. Law was not difficult to find, since he was always glued to his mink comrade who stood out from the crowd. After explaining what he just discovered, Chopper led Law to the palace, where Zoro had been resting for a few days. "So he is alive, after all," Law exclaimed. It was difficult to know whether he was glad or burdened by it since Law had always been such a tsundere. The 2 petals Chopper saw earlier had multiplied by many, it seemed like his feelings towards this mysterious person were quite strong. "Good, you're back," Zoro said, grabbing as many petals as he could to fit into his hands. "It's getting worse," he added, followed by a cough. "Good grief, I thought this disease was a myth," Law said, fixing his cap. He squatted so he could examine the scene better. "You know if you confess your love, and they reciprocate the feelings, this will all go away," the doctor suggested. Zoro scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he truly had not grasped the situation. No one told him the name and cause of this disease he caught. "If you say so... room!"

The surgery went accordingly. Law was able to successfully remove the flowers from both of Zoro's lungs and thank heavens he did, the flowers were growing rapidly, if they waited for another second, the thorns would have pierced through Zoro's lungs already. "Now I'm feeling better," he cracked his neck and gulped down an entire bottle of Sake. "Thank you," he told Law. As Zoro was enjoying his copious amount of booze, he heard a Shamisen being played. The same one that he heard during his most recent battle. Enticed by the mellifluous melody, Zoro intended to find out the player of the said song. His pace followed the sound of the beautiful notes and it led him to a room. He slid open the shoji to find Hiyori. Her delicate fingers were carefully plucking each string of the Shamisen. The princess stopped and looked up at the man who towered before her. Blushing, Hiyori looked away. "Go on," Zoro said, taking a seat right in front of her, his muscular hand was still holding a bottle of Sake. Hiyori nodded and resumed the paused song. A moment later, Zoro felt another tingle in his throat. He groaned in frustration, then coughed out the petals. Hiyori's blue eyes widened, she stopped playing entirely and threw the shamisen onto the ground. "I take it the surgery did not go well?" she placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his muscly chest. "It went great, I just have to confess my love to someone," he confessed.

[A picture break]

Zoro hated this unfamiliar feeling of love. How could he be sure he was in love if he never knew it before? He pondered for quite some time before drawing out the potential candidates, it could always be Tashigi, he has a deep respect for the swordswoman as she constantly reminds him of his childhood crush and best friend, Kuina. Being around Tashigi felt familiar too. She is a good person, a warrior, just like him, and he assumed that was what he was looking for in a romantic partner. Zoro quickly brushed off the thoughts as he realized he never thought of her as more than a friend. He could never imagine a future with her, let alone a life with her.

Perona on the other hand, took care of him during his lowest. Having lived under the same roof for 2 years, they grew really close. Still, he only ever saw her as his older sister who was as annoying as a younger one. She was innocent, yet strong. Hell, even Zoro could not defeat her in a battle. Realizing Perona was never the object of his adult fantasies. This led him straight to another candidate. The last one in his book.

Zoro turned to face the distressed princess. She was praying to Buddha to help him recover soon. He scoffed, there was no way he could be in love with this idiot of a girl, right? Sure, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever encountered, but she believes in God for fuck's sake! They were basically the polar opposite. Hiyori and Zoro recently met under an ill circumstance, she was fleeing for her life as she was trying to save an orphan, while Zoro was trying to rob back his katana from a mysterious bandit. This stupid princess was trying to save someone else's life while her life was on the line. To him, she was nothing but a burden, but why did he feel the need to save her life over and over again and refuse to let anyone else do it? He even pushed Sanji out of the way so he, himself could save her and be her hero? It felt somewhat out of character, but he tried to make excuses like how he had to make that decision impulsively. Then comes the lewd dreams he had of her during his days in the comatose state. There was no denying it. Although his brain had warned him not to, his heart could not easily dismiss her kind nature, unsullied pale skin, and stunning face. "What a pain," he whispered so faintly, that nobody else could hear it.

"Oi, Hiyori," he called the princess to snap her out of her thoughts since she seemed like she zoned out. "I think I'm in love with you."

This will be a 3 part fan fiction, the next parts are going to be smuts. Please stop reading here if you are under 18!

#one piece #roronoa zoro #mackenyu #opla #kozuki hiyori #zoroyori #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #zoro x hiyori #fanfiction #anime and manga #one piece fanfiction #anime fanfic #zoyori

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This is a huge ramble of me mostly tooting my own horn so feel free to ignore, but I honestly do my best work as a crypto. I’d love to be out and proud about it, but I’d lose my job and that’s the primary way I’m able to help other women the most. I’m good at finding ways to translate radfem ideas into more acceptable language, getting other women thinking about them without feeling like they’re committing a thought crime, and then slowly working through it until they start to use the words that actually apply to their experiences (female, woman, misogyny, etc) instead of the TRA terminology. I got my entire libfemmy gender studies class from “sex work is work!” to genuine critiques of the existence of prostitution. I got multiple women involved in my college’s trans org to come around on trans women in female sports, in female prisons, so on. TRAs are telling the truth when they whine about how us “cis bitches” and “nb afabs” and “straight” trans men are always one conversation away from going terf. The key is using trans inclusive language only as long as they do, setting up the conversation and letting their common sense fill in the gaps for what you can’t say. When in doubt, if you need to get a discussion on misogyny going, just say whatever the problem is must be even worse for trans women. The goofier you sound saying it, the better, because every woman you’re talking to will think “how the fuck would this particular issue affect them more than me.” Be a well meaning, safe feminist who knows her shit about the theory and how men work but seems to only get her knowledge on trans issues from the assumption that trans women truly are just like us, and the women around you will peak themselves trying to figure out how someone who’s so ideologically sound on every other issue could possibly think trans women are more oppressed by abortion bans than actual women. That’s the problem with a movement based on language policing and denying reality, all it takes is a good public speaker with some political savvy to play into it while actively leading people away. The one time I got accused of terf rhetoric because one guy got mad I’m openly anti porn, I had a dozen trans and pronoun in bio people going to bat for me. By the time four of them realized I actually was one, they all were too lol

exactly! i think a lot of women are in the dark about these sorts of issues. the whole "sex work" thing for example, theyve been told that these women WANT to do it! and porn? well they have this notion that its all consensual, it doesnt hurt anyone, its actors and actresses doing a job! but once you start to expose hoe cruel and fucked up it is, a lot of them come around. when that was me, my thought process was i didnt want anyone discriminated against, i didnt want anyone hurt, i just wanted people to be able to do what they wanted and live their lives how they wanted as long as it didnt hurt anyone. i still think that way but learning the truth about how these thing are harmful, it changed my outlook on these issues. i wish i could redo college with what i believe now, i can think of a few class discussions i would have completely flipped changed.

#ask

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plzcallmesa · 1 year

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DOLONIA ༄ [raph x reader]

[011]: mousers attack!

masterlist

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tw: swearing??

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

training had become more easier every day, not too much, but you could feel yourself improve every time a little bit more.

and you were quite happy about that.

extra lesson with leo were fun (more for him as he could annoy you more) and you had to admit that it felt good to finally feel a little more comfortable.

the strange vision stil hadn’t left your mind and it had earned you some strange looks here and there from the boys.

you succedded on calming them quickly justifying yourself with lame excuses but for some reason they had believe it.

you have had some calm days but the peace had to stop eventually or it wouldn’t be entertaining, right?

your face was serious as you concentrated on your movement in the dojo, you tried to have a good form but still keeping up with the others as yoursensei observed all of you.

you had noticed his eyes following you a little more but you tried to pay no mind to it convincing yourself that it was all in your head.

“what? are you fighting a guy in slow motion?” raphael’s voice ringed in your hear bringing you back to reality and for a second you thought he was talking to you before you realised he was looking at leonardo.

in reality raph had been looking at you the whole time but when he noticed that his brother in blue looked at him for a second he felt the need to create an excuse for his distracted mind.

“i suppose i could do it faster if i ignored my form to look at [name], like you.” replied leonardo with a little smirk and raph was thankful that you could see only his back as he felt his face heat up.

“ignore this form!” talked back raphael before jumping at his brother.

the fight lasted only some seconds and after you rolled your eyes at their antics, your sensei decided to stop them and he walked between them hitting the same spot under their chins.

“competition is an excellent motivator, but not when it turns you against each other. so now, you will spar in pairs.” decided master splinter looking at all of you.

“okay, i'll take [name]-“ started leo and you felt a smile appear in your face as he said your name without thinking twice.

“you will take raphael. you two must focus on working together, not competing with each other.” you could see that your sensei was desirous about this and you moved yourself on the side towards donatello and michelangelo.

“okay, so me and raph against mikey, [name] and donnie?” leo waited for a nod from his father before continuing “uh, isn't that a little unfair?”

the smile that you had for leo quickly vanished and a scowl became evident as you looked at him angrily.

“wait, what are you trying to say?” asked donatello, his anger coming out too.

“how can i put this gently? we're way better than you guys.” replied raphael leaving you speech less.

“oh really?” you asked wishing for this traing to start just to kick their butt.

“at fighting, maybe.” you ignored michelangelo’s comment keeping your eyes on the brothers in front of you.

“that's what i meant.” smirked raph as he responded to his little brother.

michelangelo made a sound of complain before his father told you to go in line, you walked towards your spot hitting your should with raphael’s and giving him a dirty look.

master splinter gave you the start and you jumped at each other, donnie and mickey were quickly on the ground and you tried to resist as long as you could against the two.

but without the fear of dying in your veins you didn’t want to tire yourself out just to prove a point, opting for getting put down by the leader.

raphael towered over you and he took out an hand to help you up, you slapped it away before getting up without his help.

raph looked at you for a little bit too long and you looked at him angrily making him chuckle “you were right, sensei. working together is fun.”

master splinter looked at all of you shutout saying anything before making all of you start training again.

god you hated feeling weak.

-☆彡

your face held a scowl for the rest of the day towards leo and raph, only smiling when looking at donnie and mickey.

they all noticed but none of them gave it too much importance, well no one except for raph who pretended to not care when you were around only to asks his brothers for a way to make you talk to him again as soon as you left the room.

later you found yourself sitting on the sofa, your arms crossed as you looked infront of you.

raphael was sitting right near you reading your favourite comic as he tried to make you break, he did think that he could beat you in a fight but it wasn’t something bad, right?

michelangelo was laying upside down and near him was donnie, leo walked in the room with a plate in his hands and he noticed all of your annoyed expression.

“look, guys. raph and i may be better fighters, but you're still an important part of this team.” he said as he took his usual spot infront of the screen.

“oh, and here i thought you were finaly getting rid of us” you replied faking sadness

leo was about to reply to your comment before doonie interrupted him asking him the question.

“are we as important as you two?”

“uh, very important. we shouldn't compare ourselves. It- it's like apples and oranges.” leonardo stuttered a little as he tried to come up with something nice and you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, if apples were way better, which they are.” raph murmured fro near you making everyone hear.

you turned yourselves towards him looking at him with a death stare.

“wanna see witch are better up your ass?” you questioned between gretted teeth.

he threw his comic on the side and growled back at you making you look ateachother.

“so the truth comes out.” commented donatello bringing the focus back on the most important topic

“you guys think of us as some kind of b-team.” added mickey making raph break the stare contest that you two where having.

“good one, dr. name-enstein. we'll call you the b-team.” smirked raph making you get even angrier, you took a deep breath before turning around going back on ignoring him.

“thanks. i mean, hey!”

“there's no shame in it. look, they've got a b-team too.” leonardo pointed to the tv and you all moved your focus on the episode playing.

“we'll need backup. you two in the shirts you're coming with us.”

“rodriguez and that other guy - they're gone!”

“well, that's why we bring them along.”

“thanks a lot.” responded donatello.

you were about to add something of your own before a girl with purple skin appeared on the screen.

she was tied up and she started to scream, begging the hero as she tried to free herself.

“please save me shawn, i need you, please don’t leave me here” you cringed at her high pitched voice and the way her suit didn’t covered anything.

you looked at leo with a blank stare before sighing “i’m not even gonna say anything”

he nodded in agreement, before talking.

“i get it but the point is, they had an important function.”

“important function my ass” you growled under your breath, you heard raph chuckle but before you could’ve say anything a figure walked in the lair.

april had her head down as she hugged herself, she looked sad and for a second worry over took you.

you all alked infront of her stopping her from going anywhere, you frowned as donnie asked her if she was okay, her voice breaking as she explained.

"i just got mugged by some purple dragons. they stole my phone.”

your voice returned blank as she looked at you not wanting her to think that she was starting to grow on you.

“don't worry. we'll kick their butts for you.” told her leo.

“yeah, we'll teach those punks to mess with april o'neil.”

“woah,woah,woah” you moved near the redhead as you talked, bringing your hands up in front of you to stop them from saying anything furter “we’re not starting a fight over a phone”

“guys, as much as i hate it she’s right, it's just a phone, i'll get another one.” added april, agreeing with you.

“come on. what's the point of being a ninja if you can't help your friends when they get robbed?” questioned donnie sounding almost desperate.

“they’re right.” suddenly splinter came into the room, his voice being heard before you could see him “it is best to let this go.“

“what do you mean? why shouldn't we get her phone back?” you looked at leo as he talked, did he really want to go up and fight just for a stupid phone?

“one cannot predict the consequences of battle. every fight has the potential to stir a hornet's nest. a simple cell phone does not justify this risk.”

he tried to make them reason like always, but he failed as raph talked back, sure of his idea.

“what risk? it's the purple dragons. even mikey and donnie could beat 'em.”

they made a sound of protest at their brothers insult before getting dragged towards the stairs by leaonardo.

“don't worry, sensei. we'll be careful” they all stopped in front of the exit as they looked at your figure.

“ya coming?” asked raphael sounding slightly annoyed, you rolled your eyes before turning your back to them ti walk back towards the couch.

raph rolled his eyes back, the others watched the interaction worried before focusing on their mission and going out.

-☆彡

“what is wrong with you?” angrily asked leo as they jumped from a roof to another, he sounded sincere and it made raph worry.

“don’t know what ya’re talking about” he grunted back not even looking into his brother eyes.

donnie rolled his eyes at his brother temper before adding himself to the conversation.

“maybe about the way you’re treating [name]?”

raph’s anger started to rise, why where they always putting themselves between you and him?

“i’m treating her right, like every day.” he replied while keeping on running.

“are you sure you didn’t hit your head raph, you’re seeing some pretty stupid things”

mickey’s voice was happy and honest, he didn’t felt like he was making fun of him but more like he was sincerely asking.

raph suddenly stopped, being done with his brothers attitude.

he turned around waiting some seconds for all of them to be in front of him.

“if she can’t handle some jokes it’s not my fault ‘lright?” he greeted his teeth sucking in hair as he held eye contact.

“no, it’s not alright because she didn’t do anything to deserve it” replied leo dining a step towards the hothead.

“whatever, we’re not gonna do this.” raph rolled his eyes turning around.

“not now for sure” replied donatello before running away, they needed to end this mission and put some sense back in their brother’s head.

meanwhile you were training in the dojo, fighting against april.

it wasn’t the first time but you had to admit that it felt strange fight against her, her way of moving and her mind were completely different from the turtles and it felt strange.

still you won, obviously.

she was lot less trained and you were used to fight bad guys on a daily basis, still that didn’t stopped you from teasing her a little.

especially since she was si he a fast learner, you were kinda jealous of how fast she was becoming better and better.

you kicked her on the stomach and she doubled over, she tried to make you fall by hitting your feet but you jumped before hurting her side.

she made a grunt of pain before giving you a punch on the face.

you made the same noise as her before rolling on the side as she tried to punch you in the same place.

you arrived behind her succeeding on getting her in a chokehold, you let her breath as you dragged her to the ground where she gave you three paths to sign she was done.

you let her go and you dusted yourself off before giving her an hand, she looked at it for a second before taking it.

“you pack a good punch, i have to give you that” you smirked as you touched your face.

“[name]’s right april, and you’re also learning very fast” your sensei walked in front of you before simili softly at the both of you.

he gave you some last pride and advice before letting you go, finishing the training of the day.

“do you want to eat up?” you mentioned with your finger up towards the roof as you walked towards the kitchen to find something to drink.

with one hand you held the bottle of water while the other you took two glass putting them on the table; you poured both of you the drink, filling the glass.

she set in front of you on the other side of the table as she thought about your request.

she had opted for a sarcastic remark, but she couldn’t find any as you both knew you were the one good at that.

“sure, you want me to text murakami?” was with what she decided to respond.

you gunned in agreement, nodding with your head as you took out your t-phone to see if the boys had tried to contact you.

you were worried about them because were telling you to, you hated those things.

april gave you a look that you missed before getting up to inform your friend of your need of one his magic recipe.

-☆彡

eating at his restaurant was always amazing, murakamk welcomed you with al the kindness in the world, asking about the boys and their well being.

“they’re good mr. murakami, just going against their father’s wishes like always” you had replied with a small smile, hoping that your words held e light softness for him to notice.

he made you sit at one table on the left side of the room, letting the both of you still have some kind of privacy.

he took your orders before moving to next steps, prepare the dishes.

you and april remained silent, not comfortable enough for the both of you to feel okay but not as much as uncomfortable as you had thought.

“thank you” you heard her murmur suddenly, you had been looking slightly in the side but your head turned fast.

“uh?” you asked her as if it was a complete sentence.

“for asking me to eat dinner with you” she responded picking at her hands on the table.

“if you’re gonna stick around we have to stand eachother” you told her, and for the first time she felt like you were being sincere; not throwing any sarcastic comments inside.

she smiled to herself and the plates arrived, silence filled the place again and you eat your food with peace.

you both knew that you still held grudges against one another but it was nice to now that you were both good people, and the most important thing that you had in common was that you cared about the turtles.

so even if you still didn’t completely liked eachother you were gonna stick together to protect the boys, it didn’t sound too bad to neither of you.

you were half way through your dishes when you heard your t-phone ring.

you stopped your fork midway before putting it down as a confused expression took over your face.

you took the phone from your pocket seeing the name “deedee” on your screen, a picture of him asleep on his lab’s table with drool falling of his mouth.

you moved the little object to your ear “dee?” you asked, only to get silence as an answer “donnie?” you tried again sound a little more desperate.

“uh- ehm-“ he coughed a couple of times “wha-“

“donatello.” you sternly repeated stopping him from his insane ramble.

“[name]” you heard mickey happily said forma. little far away.

“you okay guys? did you find april’s phone?” a nervous laugh was donnie only answer and you sighed closing your eyes.

“they’re gonna be the death of me” you murmured loud enough only for you to ear.

“send me your location, right. now.” you ordered him sounding almost angry.

you heard him approve before the line went out.

you started to gather your things trowing a little glance at april as she remained still, watching you move.

“they need an hand, want me to call your dad?” you worry for the others took you over as you thought about her walking alone late at night without a phone.

“no need too, murakami will drop me home” she waved you of as she saw your urge of going to help your friends.

“good,good…” you didn’t thought about what to say only running out the door with one last scream “see ya!”

you ran from one roof to another, looking on your phone for the right directions to arrive as fast as possibile.

when you arrived you were hoping to find donnie and mickey bored out of their mind, but you were suprised when you realised you couldn’t find them anywhere.

you noticed the roof was made of glass and, using the shadows to not make yourself seen, you looked down inside.

you gasped when you saw your friends tied up, the enemies talking to them.

“stockman,dogpound and the purple foot, amazing” you groaned while thinking about what to do.

you send leo and raph a quick text just in case things went wrong, there was no way you could win against dogpound but you could try and by yourself some time.

at least enough for making mickey and donnie escape.

you took out one of your knifes, dragging it against the glass and succeding on cutting it in silence.

you kept hiding in the shadows before jumping in front of the two turtles, ready to help them out.

mickey called you a little to loud and you shushed him quickly, before giving them a little glare.

“i don’t even want to know” you murmured as donnie was about to explain something to you.

you switched your knife with your sword cutting one of the chains that were keeping mickey still; just as you were about to move to the other dog pound came behind you, his shadow covering you.

“shit” was the only thing you said before turning around to look him in the eyes.

“look at what we have here” he smirked as you grown anxious, you didn’t remember him that tall and your motivation was already running away.

“uh- what do you say about pretending i was never here?”

he grolwed in response, his fist going up ready to strike against you.

you rolled to the side just in time, his fist connectin with the ground a making it break; you mentally thanked your fast reflex before getting back in fight positions.

he striked again, you put your sword up and you blocked him, using your whole force just to not let him crush you.

he growled at you, trying to use his other hand.

you were to cought up on the fight to realised that donatello and michelangelo were calling your name, trying to worn you of his attack.

you walked backwards your head up to look at him right in the eyes.

before he could do anything else you heard the glass shatter above you and two turtles falling inside.

“the turtles!” called them dogpund, ignoring you in a second.

before you could say something sarcastic leo stopped you, talking over you.

“not so fast, dogpound. and dexter spackman?”

“baxter stockman!” he corrected.

“yeah, i was surprised too” you told him shrugging at your words.

before anything else could be said dog pound tried to jump at you again, you and raph started to take care of him as leo ran towards stockman.

leo blocked him from putting his hands on april’s phone, and he looked angrily at the man.

“how did you escape my m.o.u.s.e.r.s.?” replied angry stockman, making you look at raph and leo confused.

“we didn't.” responded leo.

you grunted as you tried to miss another of dog puns punches, you and raph fighting together with ease.

raph looked at you for more the necessary as you jumped near him with your sword up in front of you.

“what is he talking about?” you asked looking at raph, but before he could even think of an answer another hand tried to hit you.

you and raph succeded on losing dogpund for some moments and you ran towards mickey and donnie as leo freed them.

you looked at them asking a question with your eyes ‘are you okay?’ they both nodded and you sighed in relief, smiling at them.

“we're here to save the day, as usual.” commented raphael not noticing your quick exchange wiith his brothers.

“yeah, best heroes in the world” you replied sarcastically looking at him in the eyes.

“looks like you guys were doing great.” added donnie from next to you.

“you try fighting off 2,000 robots!” he growled doing one step towards the both of you.

“i would do better for sure” you talked back with the same tone, you copied his movement doing a step towards him.

your head was up, no reason to be afraid of him as you knew him better then himself.

“i wouldn’t lie if i were you sweetheart” his gaze hardened and yours did too, both too stubborn to backdown and realize where you were.

you licked your teeth sucking in some air, you snickered at his comment tilting your body more towards him.

“copying my nicknames?-” you were about to say something else but the foot ran away and the rbots started to attack.

you held your ground pretty easily, the robots caring more about leo and raph.

the leader noticed that as dogpound started to ran towards him, wanting to make him his next pray.

“mikey! keep away!” he scremead throwing the phone towards his brother “donnie, cover me! [name],you’re with raph!”

in a second, or at least it was a second to your mind in ‘fighter mode’, you and raph were back to back, the robots coming right at you.

you usually loved to fight alongside raph but in that moment you felt kinda angry at theway he had been acting, and he noticed as you were more silent the ever, not saying any comment.

he started to feel bad but then another robot came at his face and he was distracted again, he was too late to react and e fell on his shell.

before the little monster could bit him it was cut in half, raph looked up and you were there, standing, trying to look unbothered.

you gave him an hand and he took it with a small smile that you almost missed.

you went back into the fight and after some seconds you herd donnie screaming instruction.

“a gamma camera. it detects radioisotopes. that must be what he's tagged you with.” only then you noticed the same camera on the half head of the robot you had cut moments prior.

“how do we get it off?” asked raphael as he kicked away another ball of metal.

“you can't.” replied donatello.

“obviously” you murmured.

“it wears off gradually. but if someone else got sprayed, they'd give off a stronger signal.” added donatello, then you all heard a scream and mickey fell down on the floor, dogpound right behind him.

dogpoud moved his fist up towards the air,mickey still unmoving on the ground.

you acted quickly, throwing yourself against the turtle,you took his shell on both sides and you made both of your bodies roll away, donnie hitting the mutant on the head.

you mickey and donnie were facing dogpound, while he was ready to strike.

“we gotta get stockman's spray. it controls the m.o.u.s.e.r.s.” explained donnie as the little man walked near his big ‘friend’.

“you mean that thing?” pointed michelangelo.

stockman was holding the spray in his hand and he looked at you angrily. “'ll handle this, dog man. one spritz and they're mouser chow.” he told the dog while not moving his focus from you.

you noticed raph on the corner of your eyes, he jumped up before calling your name, as he distracted them you took out one of yours knife throwing it against the spray can.

it exploded and dogpound and stockman were sprayed, the robot stopping on their tracks to concentrate on their new prays.

the two started to run away, followed by the little robots; they stopped on their tracks, dogpound looking down as april ringtone echoed in the place.

he took the phone in his hands but before he could do anything with it a kinfe hit it, slamming it (and breaking it) against the wall.

“hang it up, dogpound. your call just got dropped.” told him donnie.

more robots came in the way and dog pound and stockman had to escape, fast.

dogpound slammed against the wall, breaking it.

raph and leo came near the three of you and leo smiled at you as he put his katans away.

“nice job, guys.” he praised you.

you felt two hand on you shoulder, you turned your head to look behind you and you found raph’s face inches from yours.

“yeah, from here on out, you're the ‘a minus’ team.” he told you trying to not loose himself in your eyes, maybe that position wasn’t as good as he had thought.

“that's probably the best we're gonna get out of him.” explained donnie making you chuckle.

you moved your focus on him as raph letted you go to play fight with michelangelo, who started to make sound of complains.

they started to walk away and mickey grabbed you by your wrist to make you go with him.

he called your name a couple of times ”help me!” he laughed.

raph looked at you with a fake angry expression and you tried to remian serious.

“yeah, i don’t think i’m gonna do that” you snikered as you tried to escape michelangelo hard hold on your wrist.

-☆彡

your head was on raph’s leg, he played with spike as you were reading a spider-man’s comic.

mickey putted on some music and he danced to it while donnie and leo played on of the games.

your sensei arrived in the living room breaking the comfortable silence.

“i hope you all see that by choosing your own battles poorly, you created your own crisis.”

“yeah, there's definitely some irony there.“ responded donnie, you all listened to the conversation stopping what you were doing to be focused.

“okay, it got a little out of control, but we learned our lesson. and at least we got april's phone back.” while leo talked the redhead came in, looking like she had happeared out of nowhere.

understanding that the newest conversation would’ve been boring you put your arms up again, reassuming your reading.

“i heard ya went out with april” murmured a voice.

“just eat dinner together.” you replayed not even boring to move your eyes from the page.

he acted fast, taking the book from your hand making you groan annoyed.

he looked at you prompting you to talk, you remained down looking up at him.

“you guys like her, i don’t; she’s gonna spend a lot of time here in the lair and i have to stand her at least a little bit” you explained, trying to sound bored.

“so it had nothing to do with trying to distract her from all the chaos in her life?” he asked smugly.

a dry ‘no’ was your only reply and he smiled at your reaction, you tried to get up but before you could he pushed you back down.

you looked to eachother for a second, daring the other to break.

“sorry.” you both said nervously, you looked at one another with a blank expression before a little smile grew on your face.

“we have to stop doing that” you chuckled at him, your voice low, almost a whisper.

“definitely” he replied with the same tone and expression on his face

“but, uh- it’s true” he admitted after a second as he tried to not lock eyes with you.

he was really trying uh? you thought to yourself as you tempered all of his struggle to admit his feelings.

with you it was different, you both knew it, but it still felt nice to see him try just for you.

“it’s okay, i’m sorry too” you confessed “said some mean things and i didn’t meant it” you picked at your nails, it looked like his anxiousness passed on you.

“don’t blame ya, i would’ve done the same” he chuckled.

you smiled at each other a little more, you had forget about the others and you were thankful that you had kept your voice low enough to let only the two of you hear.

“can i have my comic back now?” you teased making him roll his eyes , he out the book back in your hands and you sighed happily before you both went back to your activities.

maybe you did deserved this life.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

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a/n:

4978 words

only two weeks distance from the prior chapter!!!

why does it look like your flirting with april, i’m about to cry.

hope u like it like alwaysss

don’t know what else to say but thank you for all the likes, really appreciated it <33

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papirouge · 1 year

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to that anon about looking at tradfem communities, I think it’s better to stick to places that just feature skills like sewing/quilting/cooking/music/art/building model towns etc than aesthetic ones.

This is just my pov but I noticed blogs that focus on how to improve your skills in this stuff seem a lot more accepting and open. In my little group we’re really diverse, some are really liberal, some are more conservative and many of my friends are learning new languages from each other lol. We don’t judge each other and try to support each other. There are rules like we don’t invite guys into our chats at all and we are respectful like no racism or sexist comments. It’s not perfect but it works for now. I think just building good friendships with other women through skill building is based and really highlights femininity for me.

Exactly. Traditionalism shouldn't be so politicized. In most of the case, traditionalism translates as a search for a more authentic and simple lifestyle. Learning crafts and make things with our own hands is the main appeal of that scene. The only people who are making the scene toxic are weirdos shoe horning their obsession (protecting the White race/civilizations, suck it up the the evul leftists). Plentiful of very normie (and dare I say left leaning) people have a much more trad lifestyle than all the weirdos self ID'ind as such online 🥴honestly I never wonder what's the political opinions of people I'm hanging with. It's ridiculous how we label some activities or hobbies as "right" or "left". If you cool you cool, regardless wherever you align politically

You club sounds so nice. It reminds me when I was taking embroidery classes 🤍 and of course there were only women, that's why it was so chill 😌 I'm not saying women can't be insufferable online but from my experience I too think female only online space are safer and that male online are overall unecessary aggressive and toxic. I remember when superstraight happened and I was on a discord chat and men were making the whole thing very weird ; creating a whole 'porn' sub (when superstraight was just a movement to troll TRA pressuring straight people to date them......why shoving a whole porn sub in the chat? It was quite a big group and there were women of course, but also minors.... A few weeks ago I got invited at a "misandrist/femcel" discord and there were men and lf course those were the most boastful and annoying (and unfunny - sorry but dudebro are the least funny people in the whole universe) and I got ????? d-do you know what a misandrist is?? Truly women need to gatekeep. Men online aren't safe most of the time.

#answered

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 4 years

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Someone might have already asked this, but why does Luffy call Law "Torao"?

I’ve talked about it here! Basically Law’s name is pronounced/written as トラファルガー/torafarugaa in Japanese, and Luffy tries to pronounce that one (1) time before giving up and shortening it to the first two syllables (トラ/tora) plus 男/o which is the kanji for like ‘dude/guy’, so put together you get トラ男/torao.

#i got a ton of asks about the different english translations for this nickname #last time i mentioned it #my favorite one is 'traffy'#on account of sounding like smth an english speaker would actually say #and it just sounds better than like 'tra-guy'#which is technically the more accurate translation #but sounds worse #jonny answers #one piece #japanese #luffy #law

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gustingirl · 2 years

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198: "quick, kiss me!" w/ Jake 👀

If there was something you loved about your friendship with Jake was the telepathy connection you shared. It was the connection of everything you two had. You truly seemed like one person when you were together. You didn’t need to be similar. You had just merged into one single person. You enjoyed what he enjoyed, he loved everything you did, you two could even be thinking of the same thing at the same time and you knew damn well it was like that only by staring at each other. You loved joking with him about how you seemed to be his true twin, as you had more in common with him than Josh did. He always laughed at your comment and secretly agreed. It was the most perfect friendship you could have ever gained in your entire life.

But feelings are never something simple to understand. The dilemma of a lover or a friend was a constant debate inside your head. He was the man of your dreams, he really was. He was the guy you had always looked for, even his flaws were perfect and fitting for you. But your cursed luck made this man become your best friend, not your lover. It was always one step that you could take, but the friendship was also so good you just couldn’t give yourself the luxury of losing it. Without him, it was like half of you didn’t exist. It took you some time to finally learn that sometimes, if you like someone too much, it’s better to stay as friends than actually date.

Jake was obviously unaware of this, as you knew how to keep things from him. You hated doing it; you feared you would lose this connection the more you lied to him or hid from him. You eventually did, and soon Jake began being more unpredictable to you. It was never this way, but now it seemed harder to know what he was thinking of, what he wanted to do next. And then it happened.

Any other time, you would have seen it coming. Any other time, you two would have been able to come up with a plan the second you noticed his ex-girlfriend entering the bar you two were at that night. But your mind was everywhere and nowhere at the time, and your usual connection failed. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your bare thigh that you were back to earth, now blushing hard. Jake’s eyes were already on you when you glanced over at him, with a bit of fear in his stare. He assumed you were reading his emotions instantly like you always did, but you weren’t. You were too lost in those beautiful round eyes of his to understand his thoughts. Even his little glances at his right were meaningless to you, as ideas and thoughts were non-existent inside your mind.

“Y/N” he called your name and still nothing. It still resonated inside your mind, the sound of his voice sounding like pure honey. “Y/N, she’s approaching us!”

You imagined that by now you were full of concentration as he began feeling more anxious. But you were still gone, still only thinking of his lips and how perfect they were. He was a struggling mess, trying to get you to answer him, as his noisy ex-girlfriend was making her way to your table, determined to get her former lover back. No rational thoughts were traveling through his head by now, and he needed to avoid her.

“Quick, Y/N, kiss me!” you sighed as your eyes just watched as his lips kept moving, unaware words were actually being spoken from them. You could watch them move for hours, hoping one day they would come closer so you could finally taste them.

It was a dream you had constantly had. Were they like cinnamon? Like honey? Probably like vodka, as he had poured down like five shots earlier that night.

It was cherry. His lips tasted like cherry with a bit of vodka. How did you know this? You had no idea, but you were soon back on earth, as your best friend had closed all possible space between you two, and was now kissing you rather passionately. You hadn’t noticed when it happened, but you kissed him back, feeling so light, like you could literally fly. Your hands went straight to his hair, while feeling his travel to your back.

Was this the start of something new? Or just a quick escape from reality?

Prompt Requests!

#thanks for requesting!#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years

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Can You Feel Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, stripper!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did: you slept with your best friend, Jungkook, and now you’re feeling confused. You want to take your mind off of things, so what do you do? Hire a stripper, of course! But when you leave the hiring to your roommate, you end up getting more than you bargained for.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Content Warnings: making out, marking/biting, dry humping, reader is blindfolded for part of it, jungkook is acting as a stripper (reader has no idea to start with), dirty talk, slight choking/breath play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cursing (fuck is said a lot), oral (f. receiving), fingering, jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), cumming inside, praise, aftercare (they take a shower, lots of cuddling), jungkook is actually the sweetest

➥Words: ~8.6k

A/N: this is the follow up chapter to Be Good For Me, but it can also be read as a stand-alone fic.

Thank you to Kenz for always supporting me and inspiring me to be a better writer. ❤

Also, thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy it~

➥Masterlist

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It’d been almost a week since you’d slept with Jungkook. You hadn’t talked much – which was 100% your fault since you kept dodging most of his calls and texts. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The look on his face when you told him the morning after that it meant nothing to you and that you both should essentially forget about it (spoiler: you couldn’t) was all you could see when you tried to sleep at night. He looked so crestfallen and it broke your heart.

But you kept telling yourself you were doing this for the best.

In your mind, he was confused. You thought that maybe he slept with you because he was horny and you just conveniently happened to be there. And hell, maybe that’s why you did it, too! You guys were just two consenting, horny adults, having a good time. There didn’t have to be feelings involved.

Which is what you kept instilling in your brain every day for the last 6 days. It didn’t make anything better. You kept thinking about how his hands felt on you when he was holding you up, how he took care to not hurt you and kept making sure you were ok with everything that was happening. How he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. It was driving you crazy.

Your roommate was tired of seeing you mope around your apartment, grumbling things about how you were treating this like a break-up and just needed to work it out with Jungkook already. She knew Jungkook, too, not as well as you, of course, but enough. She also tried to convince you that pushing him away wasn’t the answer but you were stubborn and didn’t want to listen.

It was Thursday night when she brought up the idea of hiring a stripper to help you forget.

“You’re kidding,” was your response as you closed your book you’d been reading, curled up on the couch. The look on her face told you she absolutely was not joking.

“Nope, I think it’s a great idea, and if you’re down you can just leave everything to me. I know a guy,” she responded nonchalantly and you just stared at her. When she didn’t elaborate, you sighed and agreed. Hell, hiring a stripper may be more fun that you thought. And you’d have a whole day at work the next day to think about it.

Work the following day went by much faster than usual, because you had been surprisingly buzzing with excitement about the whole stripper scenario that was supposed to go down later. You had decided to leave the hiring of the stripper up to your roommate and she had yet to actually tell you who she hired.

When she finally did, though, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Okay so like I said, I know a guy, but his style is a little...unique.”

“That sounds kinda sketch,” you said with a tiny frown. You were still excited but also…it sounded extremely sus.

“No I promise he’s really good! His whole thing is just that you can’t see him, so you’ll have to be blindfolded while he does his routine. He has great reviews though, people say it brings this whole new level to the experience.” She grinned and it honestly sounded crazy enough to be true, and you figured your generation was known to be into crazy shit so you guessed it wouldn’t be too bad…

You sighed in defeat. “Alright fine, fuck it. I trust you.”

“Yay! I think you’re really gonna love this guy.” Her beaming face was enough to melt your worries away. That was, until you understood what she just said.

“Wait, why do you keep saying ‘you’ like I’m gonna be the only one. I thought this was supposed to be a way for both of us to relax after this hell of a week.” You were confused about why she kept talking like she wasn’t going to be around-

“Nah, I actually have some stuff to do so this one’s all you.”

“Wait, no-“ you started to protest, but there was suddenly a knock at the door.

“Oh, that’s probably him. You just wait here, I’ll be right back.” She ignored your shock, already heading to open the door.

“Hey,” you yelled after her, “we’re not done talking about this.”

“We are for now,” was her response before she disappeared.

When she returned a little bit later, you were still where she left you, this time with your arms crossed.

“I don’t know about this,” you expressed your worry again.

“Y/N. Please just trust me on this. It’s gonna be great, I promise.” She smiled and you couldn’t deny how that smile made you feel like everything would be alright. She really was a good friend to you, even if you didn’t understand her at times.

“Okay, so he’s all ready to come in and start. We just need something to blindfold you with.” She started looking around the room.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” You left to go grab just what you needed from your room. You grabbed a tie - funnily enough, it was one of Jungkook’s. He was always leaving clothes at your apartment along with various other things he owned. You clutched the tie to your chest, trying to push your confusing feelings back down. Now wasn’t the time for that.

When you got back, your roommate excitedly turned you around, preparing to blindfold you. As you waited you held your breath, and when you felt the fabric on your face, you tried to open your eyes. All you saw was black and for a moment it actually kind of frightened you.

Your roommate told you to wait so she could go get a chair, and when she returned she held onto your hand which calmed you down some, guiding you so you could sit down. You heard her walk away to open the door, and soon after you heard her come back with what sounded like another set of footsteps.

“Alright well I’ll leave you guys to it. Don’t break anything in our apartment or I swear to God I won’t pay you.” Her tone was joking, and she almost sounded like she might know this person, if you didn’t know any better. She was probably doing it to make you feel better, though, and you had to admit it helped.

Once you heard her footsteps fade away, you were suddenly very aware that you were in the room blindfolded with a complete stranger. And as much as that fact scared you, it also excited you. Which probably wasn’t supposed to happen, but you know.

“So,” you started awkwardly. You heard the other person make a sound that was something like a sharp intake of breath but it was honestly hard to tell. Were they nervous?

They cleared their throat. “Your friend seems nice,” was the first thing they said, and it was so unexpected that you couldn’t help but laugh.

His voice also sounded really hot, it was deep and had a faint accent to it and you were somewhat sad you couldn’t see who the voice belonged to because you just knew he had to be attractive.

“Yeah, she’s the best. She also said you came highly recommended which I gotta say,” you tilted your head to the side, in what you hoped might be his direction, “I’m kinda curious to see why that is.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and mysterious.

“Well, I’ll be more than happy to show you.” More footsteps as he got closer now, and soon you could feel him close to you.

“What’s your name, babygirl?”

Oh fuck, you were in trouble. Fuck, that pet name, what the fuck-

“Y/N,” you stuttered out. It felt like he was standing right in front of you now.

“Mmm,” he hummed, that accent threatening to drive you crazy, “pretty name for a pretty woman.” You felt something brush against your knee, making you jerk slightly in the chair.

Yeah, you were liking this blindfold thing a little too much, probably.

You laughed. “Please, you can’t even see all of me to know that.”

“Don’t have to,” came his hushed response. “I can see everything I need to-“

He paused for a moment and when he spoke again, it was right by your ear.

“And what I’m seeing right now, tells me that you are very attractive.” His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, never touching, and the teasing was making you hot.

‘For the love of god,’ you thought to yourself, ‘please do not already get aroused by this stranger in your home-‘

“That’s very kind of you, stranger who has a very attractive voice and is probably attractive in general.” There came that damned chuckle again.

“Hm, I’m glad you think so. How about I show you why I do my job the way I do now, yeah?” He sounded a lot closer now too, and you definitely felt something in front of your legs, probably his own.

“However, if at any point I do anything you’re not comfortable with, I need you to tell me, ok?” Even with that hot sounding voice you could still hear the concern. Which, of course, made him even more hot and you were so sad you couldn’t see him-

“Yes, of course, I’ll let you know. I’m fine right now, I’m enjoying all of this.”

“Good,” you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “First,” he continued, “blindfolding is effective because it takes away one of your senses.”

“Which means-“ his hand brushed against your cheek, “all of your other senses are heightened. Everything is more intense.” You felt as his fingers trailed from your cheek down to your neck before slightly curving around your throat.

You let out a quick gasp, your arousal from his actions immediate.

He gently squeezed, not really applying any pressure at all, it was more of just a touch, but it made you wet all the same. You tried to discreetly rub your thighs together because you didn’t want this happening so soon.

“I-I see,” you stuttered, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. He was applying feather light touches there, while simultaneously trailing the fingers from his other hand down your bare arm, since you were still wearing a sleeveless dress from earlier.

“So even though you can’t see me,” you heard him say as he removed his fingers from your neck, making you almost whine at the loss. “You can feel everything I’m doing to you that much more.”

It was then that you felt him close to your lap, and before you could process what was happening, he grinded down, close enough to where you could almost feel him, just as he said.

It felt like he was rolling his hips, and it was like he could see what you were thinking, because he used his hands to guide both of yours to his hips so you could feel exactly what he was doing.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” you breathed out without thinking, and you were rewarded with another beautiful sounding chuckle from the man now above you. He sounded so hot, holy fuck-

“I’m glad you think so, because there’s plenty more where that came from,” was his response, and before you could question what he meant, he ground down again and this time you did feel it.

You bit your lip to hold in a quiet moan that threatened to slip out. Suddenly, a hand gripped your chin and tugged it down a little, making you stop biting your lip.

“Nuh uh, none of that, babygirl,” fuck there it was again, no pet name had ever had that effect on you before.

He was still rolling his hips and from what you could feel with your hands and in other places he seemed like a real fucking expert at it. It was getting harder and harder to hold in any sounds, but you really didn’t want to let any out just yet.

“I want to hear all the pretty sounds you can make,” he said, and he was just hovering above your lips now. God this stranger was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, turning your head to the side as you tried to concentrate on something other than the feeling of him so close to your clothed core.

“What made you want to hire a stripper, anyway,” the mystery man surprised you by changing the subject. “Your friend said something about you were having a bad week?”

All the memories of everything involving Jungkook came flooding back and it was the last thing you wanted to think about right now. But, you couldn’t blame him for being curious, and since he was showing you such a good time, it’d be rude to not answer him.

“Yeah, it’s – fuck – it’s been a week.” He was still rolling his hips and you made no attempt to stop him. If the small pants you could hear from him every now and then above you were anything to go by, he seemed to be enjoying it, too.

You wondered how much you should tell him, and you figured since he was a stranger, pouring your heart out wouldn’t really do too much bad to anyone.

“I did something bad, and it’s been hard to forget about it. I-I hurt someone I have really strong feelings for,” when you finished your sentence, he stopped for just a second before he kept going.

“Yeah? And that’s what made you want to go and hire a stripper to take your mind off of things?”

You nodded, your thoughts jumbled. “If I could take everything back I would, but it was one of those things – you ever think you’re not good enough for someone? I mean, hopefully you haven’t ever thought that you weren’t worth it because you sound amazing, but-“ you were cut off by the feeling of lips suddenly pressing against your neck, sucking lightly. You let out a small gasp, the feeling definitely more intense than it should’ve been.

You reached out involuntarily, and thankfully you found what you were looking for: his shoulders. He had broad shoulders and from what you could feel he seemed quite muscular. And god you wished you could see him.

“You’re more than enough, for anyone,” he said as he continued trailing down your neck toward your shoulder. His voice was quieter then, and almost sounded familiar…

You had Jungkook on your brain though, so that’s probably why you were imagining that.

“Do people pay you to say things they wanna hear alongside making them feel good,” you asked jokingly.

“Sometimes. But this one was on the house, babygirl,” you could feel him speaking the word against your neck as he continued placing kisses, almost like he was trying to brand your skin with it.

You couldn’t help it. You let out a small moan and heard him chuckle right by your ear.

“Ah, there it is. Seems like I’m finally doing my job right, huh,” that deep, deep voice was filling your head and all you could think about was -

- still Jungkook.

Now, this stripper in your apartment just doing his best was a great distraction, but lately almost all of your thoughts had been filled with Jungkook and how badly you had fucked up. You guessed the man above you could tell the shift in your mood, because he stopped everything he was doing.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm,” you muttered back weakly.

“What’s on your mind?”

You laughed. “Why, you curious?”

“Sure. But also,” you gasped as he started rolling his hips again, this time with more force than before. Instead of just feeling him, you felt something press against you. And if it’s what you thought it was, that made you even more excited.

“I’m here to show you a good time. So if you’re thinking about anything that’s going to upset you, I’m going to change that right now.”

He was essentially grinding down right against your clit now, and since your dress was thin you could feel everything. You let out a whimper because you didn’t have a choice.

“Oh my god, Ju- just do whatever you want to.” You had started to say a name - his name - and thankfully saved yourself in time.

At least, that’s what you had hoped.

He stopped moving, and it was then that you knew you’d fucked up.

“Babygirl?”

You gulped. “Y-yes?’

He slowly ground down and you felt something very hard press against your core. It felt amazing and you tried to lift yourself up to feel it again. His fingers were wrapping around your throat once more, keeping you from moving.

“It sounded a lot like you were about to say a name then,” he continued, drumming his fingers along your neck, squeezing every so often. His tone was low, dark, and sounded dangerous.

You gulped again. “N-no that’s not-“

He cut you off by another squeeze around your throat, this time with more pressure than before. You gasped, and you swear you heard him let out a soft groan.

“You know,” he said as he placed a kiss around your collarbone, “you can’t see me. So, if you’re thinking about someone making you feel good, you can call me by their name. If it helps.”

His logic made sense but also how weird would you feel calling this stranger Jungkook’s name? Your thoughts were indeed simply all about Jungkook right now, but would it be really ok to do that?

As you contemplated, he grinded down again, making you moan.

“What do you think, babygirl?” You started rolling your own hips as best you could in the position you were in. “How about you let me hear that name fall from those pretty lips of yours, hm?”

“I- are you sure?” Your eyes were squeezed shut from the pleasure that was building up, despite not being able to see anything due to the blindfold.

“Yes, if it’ll make you feel good, call me whatever you want, whoever you want.”

You could feel his lips hovering over yours again, and one particular thrust had you reeling and losing control before you could realize it.

“Jungkook,” you said it barely above a whisper, your lips brushing against his as you did so. His fingers were still wrapped around your throat, and he squeezed them with the most pressure he’d done for the whole night. You moaned again.

“Fuck, I knew you’d sound so pretty.” He suddenly stopped moving and you couldn’t feel him anymore. You started moving your head side to side to try and find him.

It was then that you felt yourself being lifted up and turned around, before you felt yourself sitting down again. He placed your hands on what you guessed were his shoulders, and you realized then that you had to be straddling him.

Listen, you’d never hired a stripper before, so you weren’t sure how all this worked. You didn’t know if they got intimate, and if they did, how intimate they got. You also weren’t sure if it was just different for everyone.

But whatever was happening now, he seemed to definitely be enjoying it, and you knew you were. And not seeing him was suddenly a blessing, because now all you could think about as you were straddling this ridiculously-attractive-sounding man, was the boy with the bunny smile that stole your heart.

Even if you realized it too late.

He used his hands that were now around your waist to roll you forward. You had momentarily forgotten how dresses work, and since you were straddling him now, you were rolling against him with just your panties as a barrier from his figure under you.

“Fuck,” you let your head hang as the pleasure washed over you, and with the sensitivity you felt due to your senses being heightened, you would absolutely cum all over this stranger in your apartment if you weren’t careful.

He, however, seemed very hard underneath you, so you guessed he didn’t mind much.

“Can you feel me, babygirl,” he asked breathlessly, panting as you kept moving against him. His small noises were almost driving you insane, and all you could see behind your eyelids was how Jungkook looked when you were on your knees for him that night.

You were also really grateful Jungkook never called you babygirl because you’d still probably be in your bed with him even now, almost a week later.

You nodded, moving faster on your own accord letting out moans as quietly as possible. Soon he started to let out sounds that matched your own, and it spurred you on to continue.

He trailed his fingers along your neck, which made you shudder in his hold. You heard him let out a soft chuckle and before you could ask why, his hand wrapped around your throat again.

Except this time, instead of just squeezing to apply pressure, he pulled you closer to him by the hold he had on your neck. He was basically manhandling you while you were straddling his lap blindfolded and holy fuck were you enjoying it.

“Do I make you feel good,” he asked against your lips, giving them a small peck, as if to test the waters. You nodded again, panting as you could feel your release approaching quickly.

“Jungkook,” you let the name roll off your tongue again because fuck it, why not, at this point. He groaned and squeezed around your neck, making you gasp.

“Please,” you breathed out. You felt him drum his fingertips against the pulse point in your neck.

“Please what,” he all but growled out, that deep accent as strong as ever. His voice seemed a little more strained now as he was coming undone too, but he was holding it together a lot better than you were.

You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. “More, please,” you said weakly, hoping he’d understand.

“Fuck,” was the response you got, before he applied more pressure. It was getting harder to breathe, but never to the point where you felt like you were in danger or it hurt. He was giving you just enough of what you wanted, and it was bringing you to the edge very fast.

“You look so sexy like this, Y/N, fuck-“ he broke off and he definitely sounded a lot like he was losing his composure now.

“Jungkook, fuck, I-“ you stuttered as you kept rolling your hips on top of him as he guided you with one hand on your waist, the other still around your throat, a feeling you were now fond of.

“Come on, let go for me,” he spurred you on, and you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Especially not when you could feel him panting again by your ear.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said as he gently bit down on your earlobe, a harsh contrast from many of his other actions tonight.

“Fuck, Jungko-“ you were cut off as his lips crashed against your own , thankfully, because he swallowed all the sounds you made as you were experiencing one hell of an orgasm. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you felt like he could break you if you let him.

And maybe you should.

He was still panting below you, letting out soft moans as you started slowing down. You didn’t want to be the only one to reach your high, though, so you kept going.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you don’t have to,” his voice was low and didn’t have as strong an accent now, but you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on right now was returning the favor for this stranger that just gave you one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

“It’s your turn to cum for me now,” you said against his lips, since neither of you had moved from earlier. He groaned into the kiss and you felt yourself becoming overstimulated at this point, but if you kept getting to hear the sounds he was making, you’d deal with it as long as you needed do.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he moaned and you swear you almost came again right then. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to see him, needed to see him. You wanted to watch this man beneath you fall apart.

“Can I see you,” you asked timidly, still rolling your hips forward, trying to bring him to that same euphoric state you’d just reached yourself.

His response was…not what you expected. Instead of a simple yes or no, he started slowing your movements until you were completely still on his lap. Had you done something wrong?

“Y/N,” he called your name. That voice…no way, it couldn’t be…

“Jungkook?” Your voice cracked as you called out his name, this time not out of pleasure, but out of genuine confusion.

You felt him remove his hands from around your waist, going now to the back of the tie still blindfolding you. You felt him untie it and suddenly it fell from your face and into your lap. You blinked to readjust your eyes to the light, and then you looked at his face.

Your heart sank.

“Jungkook,” you asked again. You saw him gulp and nod, so many emotions hidden behind his big doe eyes that you were sure mirrored your own.

“Hey” he tried offering you a small smile. Under normal circumstances, you would have returned it. But this was not a normal circumstance; in fact, it was anything but.

His hands hand gone back down to your waist, but he wasn’t touching you again yet. Which, honestly, you were grateful for right now because you had no idea what the fuck was going on.

When you made no attempt to speak, his eyes widened. “I can explain-”

“That would be a good idea,” you responded, trying to keep your tone under control because you really, really did not want to fight with him again. You’d been beating yourself up over how you treated him the last time you saw him, and the idea of pushing him away even more hurt your chest.

He sighed, the sound almost coming out shaky. “I just- I wanted to fix things. I know what you said about what happened between us, and that it didn’t mean anything,” hearing your owns words coming from him hurt more than you thought it would.

He looked into your eyes now, taking your hands into his own, rubbing gentle circles onto the backs of them with his thumbs. “But I know that’s not true. We’ve been so close for so long now, I can tell when you’re fighting something, especially when you fight your own feelings.”

You could feel yourself tearing up at his words, and is if on cue, he reached up and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that hadn’t quite fallen yet.

“I know you’re scared,” his voice was soft, soothing. “Y/N, I’m scared, too. Fuck, I’m so scared of doing something wrong, so terrified of hurting you.” He cupped your face in his hand, making you instinctively lean into his touch.

“Jungkook, I just don’t know…” you trailed off with a sigh. And you were telling the truth: you didn’t know. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way. You knew that you loved him, that you would do anything for him, and that you never wanted to hurt him.

So why was this so difficult?

His eyes held yours and suddenly he looked more determined. “You may not know right now, and that’s ok. But,” he added as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I know.”

You held your breath while you waited for him to continue.

“I know that I’ve loved you for a long time. And not just as your best friend, but I’ve loved you for the person you are. The way you laugh, the way you smile, every little thing about you is something that I adore.”

Every word that fell from his lips made the feeling in your chest more overpowering, to the point where you felt like you may burst. Jungkook was confessing to you. Something you’d only ever considered would happen in another lifetime, something you’d wanted to hear for so long.

But you convinced yourself a long time ago that it would never happen, and that’s why you’d pushed him away.

Jungkook sighed after a few moments of silence, pulling away from you and giving you a sad, small smile. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

He couldn’t be any further from the truth. You loved him with everything you had, and you wanted to show him. No more holding back, no more fighting feelings. The only thing that mattered right now was Jungkook and that you were here with him.

You knew you had to act fast, or else he may try to leave and you didn’t know what would happen after that. He was looking down so when you suddenly moved to hold his face in your hands, his eyes widened with surprise.

You kissed him with all the sincerity you could muster, hoping he could feel how much you loved him with the way your lips were moving against his. His arms wound around your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and letting out a content sigh.

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath. “I love you, too.” You felt him smile against your lips, but before he could kiss you again, you pulled back more.

“I love you even if you pretend to be a stripper and have me blindfolded to where I can’t tell it’s you.” His laughter made you smile, your chest feeling warm upon hearing that sweet sound.

“Jeon Jungkook, honesty what the fuck were you-” he cut you off by kissing you again, the kiss soft at first but quickly turning intense when he bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing a small moan from you.

“I promise I’ll explain later,” he started mouthing at your neck, your hands instinctively finding purchase in his hair. “For now, though, how about you let me do my job and take care of you, hm? Babygirl,” he added the last part as he thrusted upward to meet you again, the feeling still enough to overwhelm you since it hadn’t been that long.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” your eyes closed as he stated to mark your neck, no longer holding back. He chuckled and you felt the vibration against your skin.

“I can tell,” he added, moving his hands up and down your sides as he continued rolling his hips forward. You wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face, so you met his thrusts with one of your own, pushing down hard enough to earn a groan from him.

“You know,” you added, “there’s probably somewhere much more comfortable where we can continue this.” He grinned at your suggestion.

“I like the sound of that. Lead the way.”

You moved to get off of his lap, but before you could do anything, he got up from the chair, picking you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms wound around his neck.

“I thought you said you wanted me to lead,” you quipped, raising your eyebrow. He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“I just need you to tell me which bed I’m going to fuck you on, and I’ll handle the rest,” was his response, and his words had you becoming wet again at an embarrassingly fast rate.

“My bed, preferably.” He started walking to the staircase then, and you thought he may put you down, but as always, Jungkook managed to surprise you when you least expected it.

You knew he was strong. Jungkook liked to work out, he liked to stay fit. But him being able to carry you up an entire flight of stairs while mouthing at your neck, not bumping into anything along the way or missing a single stair? It had you feeling dizzy.

When the two of you reached your bedroom, Jungkook pushed you against the wall so that he could still hold you up and open the door with his free hand. The feeling of being caged between him and the wall was doing no favors for your arousal, and your panties were practically sticking to you now. You wanted them off, and soon.

You figured that it wouldn’t be much longer before you’d be getting your wish.

When the door was opened, Jungkook walked both of you through it before placing you on the bed, hovering over you as he captured your lips with his once again. You pulled him closer as his thigh parted your legs. He pressed against your core, making you gasp.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed down your neck, each kiss leaving you feeling like your skin was on fire. “Let me take care of you.”

You watched as he kept moving down until he was situated with his head between your legs, staring up at you as pulled up the skirt of your dress and played with the hem or your panties.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said in that same low tone from earlier, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. He looked at you now like he was asking for permission. You nodded, desperate for him to touch you again.

He started sliding your panties down your legs until they were around your ankles, removing them completely before tossing them over his shoulder. His eagerness made you giggle, causing him to look up at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny, hm,” he asked, massaging your thighs but not yet providing you with any relief where you wanted it.

“Nothing, just you.” He hummed but let it be, inching closer now to your core, close enough you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“You’re already so wet for me, babygirl.” There was that pet name again, the one that drove you insane, and you suddenly weren’t sure if you’d be making it out of this bedroom anytime soon.

“Jungkook, please,” you didn’t mean to let out a whine, but the sound that just came from you sure sounded a lot like one. Jungkook chuckled.

“As you wish,” he answered, giving your clit a quick lick that had you arching your back. He’d barely done anything yet and you were already overwhelmed.

Without a warning, he started tonguing at your entrance, moving it in and out slowly, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart as you were shaking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you called out and your hands buried themselves in his hair. You felt more-so than heard him moan.

“You taste so good,” he said before he continued, going faster now. You chanced looking down at him and the sight made you shudder.

He was staring up at you, his lips wrapped around your clit, dark hair falling somewhat into his eyes. He looked like pure sin and you wanted him to devour you. And, judging by how he seemed to be enjoying himself, it looked like that’s what he wanted to do as well.

You felt him gently prod a finger at your entrance as he started licking your clit faster. You were more than wet enough to accommodate his long fingers, but as always, he had to make sure you were ok before doing anything.

“Tell me if it hurts, ok,” he was looking up at you again, his eyes focused on your face. You smiled.

“Kook, you act like I’ve never had anything inside me before,” you joked with him. He smirked.

“Just making sure,” he said as he plunged two fingers inside of you, the motion making you breathless. His long fingers could easily reach spots you couldn’t and the pleasure had you gushing even more.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out when he curled his fingers, finding your g-spot almost immediately.

He continued licking and sucking at your clit again, now trying to match the rhythm he had going with his fingers. Your hips were starting to move so much that he had to hold them down with his unoccupied arm.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, hands pulling on his hair again, making him groan. He went faster now, and you knew that if you didn’t stop him soon, you’d be cumming in no time.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna- if you keep doing that I’m-,” the pleasure was so intense that you were having trouble forming sentences, your warning not coming out.

He understood, though, and that just made him go faster.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he said it breathlessly, making sure to speed up his actions enough to push you over that edge.

You shuddered violently as you came for the second time that night, a string of moans and Jugnkook’s name leaving your lips as you rode out your high with his fingers still inside of you.

Once you started to calm down, he carefully pulled his fingers out and you watched as he sucked the fingers into his mouth before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coming back up to kiss you again. You could feel how hard he was as he was pressed against your thigh.

“It’s my turn to take care of you now,” you told him in a soft tone right by his ear, cupping him and being rewarded with a moan as you did.

He leaned up to take off his shirt, your hands going to work removing his jeans. When he had shed all of his clothing, he pulled your dress off as well, taking care to not hurt you in the process, despite his eagerness to see you naked before him once more.

He was sitting on his haunches now in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but moan as you looked at him.

He wasn’t just looking at you with lust, however; he was looking at you with so much love that you felt a warmth spread throughout your whole body.

“Come here,” you opened your arms, “please. Need to feel you,” you added and he smiled. He moved closer then, stroking himself, his cock leaking precum as he rubbed the head against your still soaked folds.

You both knew that you were on the pill and that you both were always safe with any previous sexual partners you’d had, so you had no qualms with him being inside of you unprotected and neither did he.

You always told yourself that this type of sex was something you wanted to experience the first time with someone you truly loved, and it looked like now was the time.

He pulled you further down the bed so he could line himself up with your entrance, just barely pushing in. He looked at you and it seemed like he was holding back.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, “I need you to tell me if it hurts, ok? I’m gonna go in slow-“

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you encouraged him. You knew he was big – you remembered from when you’d taken him in your mouth that night – so you were aware of what you were in for. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

You ran your hand lovingly over his tattoos that extended from his shoulder all the way down his arm and over his hand as he readjusted his grip on your thigh. You gave him a nod and it seemed to be the last bit of encouragement he needed.

He pushed in and all but knocked the breath out of you. You weren’t sure when the last time you’d had something, or someone, so big inside of you – and you realized the answer may have actually been never.

He was stretching you out in a way that faintly hurt due to overstimulation from you having cum recently, but the look on his face and the sounds he was making made you forget all about that. His lips were parted, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you. He licked his lips as he pushed in further, letting out a strained moan.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out. His eyes were closed now and he didn’t make any attempt to move, probably so you could adjust to his size, but you wanted to tease him a little. You clenched around him and felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hung his head, hair falling into his eyes again. “Shit, don’t do that or I’m really gonna have a hard time holding back.”

“Then don’t,” you told him, clenching around him again. His grip on your thighs tightened.

He opened his eyes again and was looking at you know, his stare intense. You knew you were in for it now.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growled, suddenly pulling out and slamming back into you with a force that had you shifting up the bed. Each thrust left you gasping, unable to form any sounds as the pleasure washed over you at a degree you’d never felt before.

“You feel so good around me,” Jungkook moaned out, his pace increasing as he kept pounding into you. He pushed your knees up to your chest so he could get closer to you, the new angle leaving you a moaning, panting mess beneath him.

He was close enough to you now that you could wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades every few thrusts as the pleasure intensified. He was panting by your ear now, saying your name so sweetly, making you clench around him each time.

You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach again, albeit not as strong as before since you’d already cum a few times tonight, but it was still strong enough. It seemed like Jungkook was getting close now, too, and you wanted to help him over that edge.

As he felt your walls tightening around him, he leaned his head back, cursing before coming down to kiss you harshly. He was moaning into your mouth now, and you were swallowing almost every beautiful sound he made.

“I won’t last much longer,” he panted out, his kisses and thrusts becoming more sloppy.

“Me too, baby, me too,” you pulled him impossibly closer, wanting to feel him as much as you could. You saw as his brows furrowed together and listened as his moans started becoming louder and more frequent.

You had a thought then, and you figured now would be the best time to act on it. You took one of his hands and placed it around your neck. Jungkook looked down at you and you felt him twitch inside you.

“Y/N,” he moaned out, squeezing slightly, the pressure making your high start to approach much faster than before.

“You’re always so good for me,” he continued, praising you as he leaned down to kiss you and squeezed again. He was so careful, always applying the same amount of pressure, never too much. You could breathe easily, but just the feeling of his hand there was enough to push you over the edge for the third time.

“Jungkook,” you cried out, your orgasm less violent than before, but the feeling was different now, somewhat still heightened since he was inside of you. Your walls clenched around him hard, making him let out a long, loud moan. He moved his hands now to grip the bed sheets so he had some way to ground himself as he was coming undone.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I love you so much, I-,” you cut him off as you pulled him into a kiss, one that you filled with as much love and passion as you could. He kept moaning as he continued his now uncoordinated thrusts, once, twice, three more times before he twitched inside of you and you felt him fill you up, cumming inside you with a loud groan.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, eyes closed as he came down from his high. You were rubbing his back and placing kisses on his temple, feeling as he softened inside of you but made no attempt to pull out just yet.

“Well,” you started to say, “that was nice.” You felt him chuckle against your shoulder.

“Just nice, huh,” he asked as he was still laying on top of you, leaning up on his elbows now so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight.

“Hmmm,” you pretended to ponder about it. Jungkook feigned hurt and the look on his face made you laugh.

“You made me cum 3 times in the span of like an hour. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Trust me, babygirl, I can do way better than that.”

The suggestion had you slightly throbbing again upon hearing it, but you knew you were done for right now. Perhaps in the future you could go for longer rounds without needing a break, but right now you just wanted to stay like this with Jungkook.

“I’m sure you can,” you agreed as you captured his lips in a gentle kiss. You felt him sigh against you, sounding completely content.

He grunted as he pulled away. “As much as I’d hate to move right now, we should probably get cleaned up. How does a nice, warm shower sound?” You nodded and he pulled out carefully, leaving you feeling slightly empty now that he was no longer inside of you.

He got off the bed first, legs somewhat wobbly from what you could tell, but he was probably in much better shape than you were. You actually dreaded getting up because you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to walk-

You didn’t have to think about it very long, though, before Jungkook was scooping you up and carrying you bridal style towards your bathroom. The gesture wasn’t grand or anything, but it made you fall even more for him.

You were so, so in love with him. And there was no use in denying it anymore.

During your shower, you both took turns cleaning each other off, sharing passionate kisses whenever you’d be facing each other. You ended up just staying under the water wrapped in each other’s arms for most of the shower, but you both eventually decided to get out when the water started to get cold.

Jungkook helped you dry your hair with a towel, his lips slightly parted as he focused on drying it carefully. As you looked up at him and saw his face full of concentration, you felt that familiar warm feeling blossom throughout your chest. It was a feeling you’d felt for quite some time now, whenever you’d catch him doing something endearing.

Once you both were clean and dried off, you settled back into the bed, you opting for one of his t-shirts and him in a pair of sweatpants. It was later in the evening than you thought it was, and you suddenly realized how tired you’d become.

Jungkook was lying on his back and you placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you to pull you close. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, looking down at you as you sighed comfortably.

“Hey,” he said softly. You peered up at him sleepily, making him smile. “We don’t have to get into it now, but-“

He trailed off, seeming somewhat troubled. You figured it was probably because of what happened the last time you two slept together.

Except then, all these mutual feelings weren’t out in the open like they were now. You leaned up to kiss him, hoping to assuage his worries as much as possible for the time being.

“I love you,” you told him, not missing how his arm that was wrapped around you pulled you even closer. “And I know you love me. I think that’s all we need to know right now.”

Your answer seemed to help somewhat, but it looked like it wasn’t quite what he was looking for since his brows were still slightly furrowed.

“I know that, I guess I’m just worried about what happens now,” he said quietly as he rested his cheek on top of your head.

“Well,” you pulled back so you could look him in the eyes. “I figured maybe we’d date or something.”

Your answer took him off guard and the look on his face was too laughable you couldn’t help but giggle. A second later he broke out into a huge grin.

“Wait, are you serious,” he asked, his tone excited. You nodded and he pulled you into a kiss, hugging you tightly.

“God, I’ve waited so long for this,” he added, pulling away to leave a peck on your nose. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“Honestly, me too,” you added, giggling again when he brushed his nose against yours.

Before you got comfortable laying on his chest again, there was still something your were curious about. You folded your hands together and laid them on his chest, resting your chin on top of them as you searched his face. He was still beaming and the sight had your stomach feeling fluttery.

“So, this whole stripper plan. Explain.”

He looked taken aback and averted his eyes, only to have you turn his face toward you again.

He sighed. “I asked your roommate if she had any idea how I could fix things. It was mainly her idea, but the blindfold thing was something I suggested because I knew it’d probably be best if you couldn’t see me- which now in hindsight sounds stupid,” he finished with a groan.

You laughed. “You’re both idiots, but I love you anyway.”

“Hey!” Jungkook tickled your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “We should at least get points for creativity.”

“Fine, I guess I can give you that,” you finally relented as you laid your head on his chest again. You could hear his heartbeat, slow and rhythmic, also soothing. “Where’d you learn to dance like that, though? You certainly felt like you knew what you were doing, even if I couldn’t see you.”

Jungkook’s laugh was like music to your ears as he rubbed your back. “You know those dance classes I took as electives in college? I learned a lot more than you think.”

“Ooh, interesting. Perhaps you can show me some time,” you peered up at him again, your eyes half-closed from being sleepy, “and not under the guise that you’re a stripper.”

“You got a deal, babygirl,” he said softly, giving you one last kiss before you placed your head on his chest again. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, the sound lulling you into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in weeks. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, making you feel safe. You knew the road ahead might not be easy, but you had your best friend – the man you loved more than anything else in the world – by your side. You knew that in the end, that would make it all worth it.

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wienerbarnes · 3 years

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Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

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Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes mob au #bucky barnes x mobboss!reader #mob au #marvel #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes oneshot #even tho bucky wants her to give up control we all know he prob likes being yelled atin italian #and that the real reason he wants to take you out

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can I ask a prompt with some ppl giving pregnant catra a hard time? (is it still okay for pregnant catra? if not then it's okay too)

Vomiting TW

Time didn’t heal all wounds.

Catra was aware of it, and she didn’t take it personally when people glared at her or made comments. She drew the line at people trying to physically hurt her, but usually at that point Adora was between her and whoever was taking a swing, and she didn’t have to worry too much.

Even ten years later, Salineas was still the worst place to go. The kingdom had recovered nicely (due in no small part to the hours of sleep Catra had sacrificed to rebuild it), but memories lasted.

Mermista’s word trumped all feelings, though, so when Catra was invited to Salineas, no one could really protest.

“I’m still not sure why we couldn’t teleport,” Glimmer grumbled. “Pretty sure the boat is worse for Catra.”

It absolutely was. Catra had spent most of the journey leaning over the edge, or resting limply against it while Melog tried to comfort her. “Are you sure she’s okay?” Bow added, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. Adora rubbed the back of her head nervously.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course I’m sure. I’m just... going to go check on her.”

She scrambled across the deck, joining Catra, who was starting to look a little green. “Maybe we should’ve just let Glimmer teleport us,” she said uncertainly. Catra shook her head furiously.

“No. No magic around the baby. Not like that.”

“Then can we at least tell Glimmer and Bow why? They’re worried.”

Catra raised her head to look blearily at their friends, who weren’t even trying to pretend they weren’t staring. “Maybe later,” she mumbled, dropping her head back against the edge. “If I survive this trip.”

They hadn’t told anyone outside of Mystacor they were trying to have a baby, and they hadn’t told anyone when they’d found out last week that Catra was pregnant. They were going to, but she was only six weeks, and they wanted to just wait a little longer, to be absolutely sure. They didn’t need pity if anything went wrong.

“We’re almost there. Just take a deep breath.”

Catra did as she was told - then groaned when the smell of salt water hit her sensitive nose. “Bad idea,” she groaned, leaning over the edge again. Adora rubbed her back pityingly.

It was a relief to finally dock, even if it took Catra an extra few minutes to collect herself and get up. They weren’t that far from the palace, but Glimmer still offered to teleport. “Nope,” Catra said, squaring her shoulders. She was not going to spend the rest of the night locked in the bathroom.

She felt a little better by the time they arrived at the ball room. It was Mermista’s birthday, which was pretty much the event of the season in Salineas. Catra was sure she would have reluctantly accepted if Catra had played sick to stay in Bright Moon, but... who was she to turn up some of the best sea food in the kingdom?

“Yeesh, I figured you guys would get here first,” a dry voice said as they walked into the already crowded room. They looked at Mermista, who was watching them with a dry smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Happy birthday!” Bow and Glimmer hugged her tight.

“Catra insisted on not teleporting for some reason so we had to take a boat-”

“What, was two hours of being sea sick better?”

“A little fresh air never killed anyone,” Catra said dismissively. Mermista rolled her eyes.

“Sure.”

Catra went straight for the food table, dragging Adora with her. “Well at least you’re feeling better,” Adora teased, squeezing Catra’s hand.

“Oh shut up-”

“She-Ra!”

Every time, without fail. Catra rolled her eyes, sighing, as Adora was waylaid by several admirers. She wasn’t about to wait - she was starving. And the baby was demanding shrimp.

And she wasn’t alone for long. Scorpia and Perfuma were already at the table, talking and snacking. “Hey Wildcat!” Scorpia said happily, scooping Catra into a hug. She winced, but smiled, patting Scorpia’s back.

“Hi Scorpia. You mind? I’m dying.”

Scorpia set her down, letting her get to the table at last so she could eat. “How was your trip?” Perfuma asked. “Bow mentioned you were taking a boat.”

“Yeah, enjoying the sights, you know.”

“Did you develop some love for the ocean?” Scorpia asked doubtfully. She’d seen Catra on boats a couple times. It never went well.

“I mean...”

Her attention was torn between Scorpia and Perfuma and the food, not to mention the din of the party. She had almost no warning before a rough hand grabbed the back of her shirt, throwing her to the ground. She landed hard, head snapping back with a crack. The world went blurry for a minute.

“-tra? ...okay?”

Perfuma’s voice drifted in and out. Catra grimaced, blinking a few times to clear her vision. Perfuma was kneeling beside her, trying to help her sit up, while Scorpia held Adora back from punching out the chef who had decided it was a crime for Catra to be enjoying herself in the kingdom she had destroyed. She sat up, grimacing, one arm crossing her stomach. Six weeks. She wasn’t fragile by any means, not like she would be in about six months, but that didn’t mean she could just be pushed around and thrown into floors, either.

“Hey!”

Mermista’s voice reverberated in Catra’s head. The princess cut through the crowd that had gathered, furious. “Adora, stop trying to murder my chef and take care of your wife. Sea Hawk, put him in cell.” The chef started to protest. “You don’t think you get to assault someone at my party and get away with it, do you?”

Sea Hawk appeared to take the chef away; there was no further protest. Adora knelt on Catra’s other side, gently sliding an arm across her back to support her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Catra took a few deep breaths. Her head hurt, but she was fine. The baby was probably fine. It wasn’t even really a baby at this point, just a bunch of magically bound cells trying to make a baby, it would suck if something happened, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It wasn’t like Catra hadn’t already taken to talking to her stomach when she was alone, or poking it experimentally, thrilled about the little life growing inside, or-

“Catra? Catra, hey.”

She was shaking, her breath coming a bit too fast. Adora had a hand on her cheek, trying to get her attention. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Does something-”

The world turned over in a sickeningly familiar way. Catra pressed her face into Adora’s shoulder, groaning, as soon as they were settled wherever Glimmer had taken them.

“Glimmer-”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get you both out of there.” Glimmer sounded nervous. Catra wanted to look at her, but her eyes were still squeezed shut and she had no intention of opening them. “I’ll... I’ll be right back.”

She teleported away. “There’s a bed,” Adora said quietly. “Do you feel okay moving?”

“Sure,” Catra muttered through gritted teeth. That turned out to be a lie; she forced her eyes open as she was moved, and the world was spinning. Nope. “Adora-”

A small trash bin was forced into her hands before she could finish the sentence. And of course Glimmer chose that moment to return with Bow, Scorpia, Perfuma, and Mermista.

“Should... I get a doctor or something?”

Adora rubbed Catra’s back as she heaved. “No... maybe? I’d rather take her to Mystacor-”

“For a head injury?”

Catra cracked an eye open to look at Adora, who was watching her uncertainly. She nodded miserably, returning her attention to breathing and trying not to freak out. So much for keeping it to themselves.

“Well, she’s um... she’s pregnant, actually.”

Dead silence followed the words.

“I’ll kill him,” Glimmer declared.

“I’ll help.” That was Scorpia, surprisingly.

“Okay, okay,” Bow cut in. “Maybe murder isn’t the right idea...”

“Let’s not out-rule it completely,” Mermista said darkly.

“It’s probably fine,” Catra mumbled, setting the trash bin aside. “I’ve been sick for like, two weeks, this isn’t exactly a new development.”

“Seeing a healer might still be a good idea,” Perfuma pointed out. “When you’re ready to move.”

“Is this why you didn’t want to teleport?” Glimmer asked. Catra ducked her head, refusing to answer. “Why don’t I go to Mystacor and get someone, and if they say you’re okay, I can take you home - that has to be better than suffering on the boat.”

“I didn’t think the boat would be that bad.” Catra sighed. “You guys don’t have to stand there and stare at me. Go back to the party - I mean, yes, get a healer first.” She’d feel better just confirming that everything was okay. “But it’s stupid to stand around staring at me.”

“It’s not stupid to want to make sure you’re all right,” Bow said. “And what about our future niece or nephew?”

“Why don’t you stay, Glimmer goes to Mystacor, and the rest of us can go back downstairs,” Perfuma suggested. She had spent enough time with Catra to know when she was starting to get overwhelmed. Scorpia started to protest, but stopped when Perfuma placed a hand on her claw.

“I’ll send up a staff member in case you need anything,” Mermista compromised. Catra nodded, since it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice. She knew her friends cared, though.

Everyone left, and Bow immediately joined them on the bed. “I didn’t know you guys were trying to have a baby.” He was doing a very good job at restraining his excitement and not shouting. “How far along are you? Do you have thoughts about names?” He gasped. “Will they have little cat ears?”

Catra smiled slightly, dropping her head to rest on Adora’s shoulder and letting Adora handle the questions. She knew her wife had been dying to talk about the baby with someone besides Catra, and it was nice to listen to their excited chatter fill the silence.

(Everything was in fact fine, save for the slight head injury, and the healer assured them that it was perfectly safe to teleport with Glimmer. Catra vehemently disagreed with that last part, but that was an on-going debate.)

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Congratulations

Fred Weasley x Reader

~Master~

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A/N: Hope you like! Please like, reblog, comment, whatever! I need validation! 😂 I wrote this on a whim and okay, if anyone knows that like interview or whatever that Selena Gomez did where she was asked a song that reminded her of being in love, that’s what got me writing this at midnight because I caught inspiration.

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“Y/N will play with us! Won’t you, Y/N?” Ginny yelled out as she entered the common room, ruining the world you distracted yourself in with your book. Behind her was a group of people, a couple of them having the Weasley red hair, but all of them your friends. Ginny smiled at you, approaching the table you sat at and sliding into the seat.

You sighed deeply, putting a fake smile on your own face as you closed your book. “What are we playing?” A few people celebrated as you agreed, but right away your eyes flickered to a certain nervous face. It wasn’t that Fred didn’t want you to play, it was that since you both broke up 3 weeks ago, you’ve barely said a word to him. If you play this game, you’d be close, not walking out of rooms the moment the other walks in. You gulped, feeling Ginny pull you over to the couches where everyone began taking seats. You fell in between Hermione and Harry, both of them quickly noticing Fred taking the seat farthest from you.

There were 7 people playing with you. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron, the twins, and Angelina. George pulled out a box from behind him as you quirked a brow. “What are we playing?” you asked again, letting a laugh as George made a big debacle of opening it.

“It’s a game Fred and George made.” Hermione said as leaned over to you, amused to see how this would turn out. “We’re the test subjects.”

Your eyes went wide. “What pranks weren’t enough, they moved onto games?” you laughed as Hermione smiled and shrugged, knocking her shoulder with yours.

“Tell us the rules.” Ginny told her brother causing George to roll his eyes as he removed the last two things from the box.

“It’s a simple game.” He began, sharing a smirk with Fred.

“Like Truth or Dare.”

“Only different.” They said together, having planned their pitch beforehand. You kept your eyes on George as they spoke, too afraid of sparing a glance to Fred as he carried on.

“We’re spilt into two teams and each team gets a vial and a card.” He held up each object to demonstrate, the vial was quite large, barely able to fit his hand as he placed it on the table and the card looked blank. Fred’s eyes met yours briefly as you looked at the objects, a hitch in his breathing letting you know he hadn’t seen it coming. George waited for his brother to say the next line before realizing he was looking at you, too busy staring at your now down casted face as George took over.

“The card will ask whoever’s holding it a question, and you have to answer truthfully, otherwise you have to do the dare that’s written on the back.” Fred seemed to snap out of his trance in the middle of George’s instructions, shifting in his seat as he kept his eyes off you for the time being. “Whenever you answer a question truthfully, part of the vial fills up. If you choose the dare instead, the vial doesn’t fill. The first team to answer enough questions to fill the vial completely, wins.”

Small sounds of intrigue went around the group and it seemed like everyone wanted to play the game. “How are we splitting us up?” Ron asked, glancing around the group. “Older versus younger?” He offered and you swallowed thickly. That would put you on a team with Fred, and you weren’t sure that’s what you wanted. Hermione, having seen your reaction to Ron’s suggestion, was the first to step in.

“How about girls versus boys, instead?” She offered. There were a few sounds of agreement, but when Hermione shot Ron and Harry a glare and flickered her eyes between you and Fred, Harry and Ron were suddenly more enthusiastic about the idea. Everyone moved, putting the girls together on one side of the table and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Hermione and she squeezed your hand under the table. She might be 2 years younger than you, but Hermione has always been easy to talk to, especially in the last few weeks.

The twins got the game started, using Harry as the first person to answer a question. The question he had to answer was simple: What’s your favorite dessert?

“Treacle tarts.” Harry answered immediately and you had to hold back a chuckle, remembering all the times you’ve seen him stuff his face with them. The boy’s vial started to fill slowly from the bottom, a blue liquid inside that you all furrowed your brows at.

“What is that?” Angelina asked from next to you.

Fred and George shared a look and a smile as the they answered her together. “Magic.” Everyone chuckled at them, including you. You knew they wouldn’t say, gotta have their secrets. What you weren’t aware of, was Fred watching as you laughed, the slight tug of his heart when he heard the sound he’d grown to miss.

The questions kept coming, each group taking turns answering them as the vials slowly filled up. A few people had opted for taking dares as the questions became harder to answer. George, for one, was dared to change into girl clothes for the rest of the game and you took him upstairs, throwing him a few of your clothes to wear. Needless to say, it was quite entertaining for everyone as he came downstairs with you in tow and the whole group laughed, including the boy himself. Harry was dared to sprint down to the Slytherin Common room and back 3 times, and Angelina was dared to perform a song for the group, which George immediately complained about the unfairness of the dares in his own product. You had answered quite a few questions yourself, ones like: Your favorite place in the world or what’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done. The girls’ vial was almost full as Hermione answered her most likely final question, leaving enough room for one last person, which much to your luck, was you. You sat with a smile, everyone laughing as Ron opted out of answering his question, deciding spilling who his crush was wasn’t something he was going to do, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Hermione, who blushed as you poked her leg.

“Alright Y/N, you just need one more question to win it for the girls.” George said with a smirk as Hermione passed you the card. You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from everyone as George put his hands up. “Or you could take the dare like a chicken and let us prove once and for all that we’re better.” The boys cheered in a friendly fashion as the girls booed, everyone sitting with a smile on their faces.

“Haven’t taken a dare yet, Weasley. Don’t plan on it now.” You shrugged with a cocky look before putting your hand to your chest. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s my jeans, chicken?” you asked, hearing Ginny clap as she laughed at her brother’s fallen face. Fred pulled your attention as he laughed at your question, seeing George shift awkwardly next to him. You quickly let your head drop again, wearing a fake smile as you tried not to look back up at him. It was harder to do than you thought.

“Read the card!” Ron laughed out, seeing the card had already scribbled a question on it.

“Okay!” Your grin turned real again as you started reading. “What is a song...” Everyone knew something was wrong the moment you stopped in the middle of the sentence and gulped, letting your smile fall off your face immediately. They all got quiet as they waited. “… that reminds you of being in love?”

Fred wasn’t sure he was breathing as you finished reading. You couldn’t spare him a glance, instead staring at the paper in front of you. Everyone was watching you, sharing looks with each other without any clue of what to do.

“You can do the dare, on the back.” Harry spoke up, pointing to the under side of the car. His words reminded you that you weren’t alone as you sucked in a breath, looking up to him and shook your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t know what fine meant, but you knew you were far from it. You tried to think, any song in the world that reminded you of being in love. The only problem was had only been in love with one person, and it ended with your heart broken. The only song you could think of was the one playing at the yule ball when Fred and you went together, the first time he ever told he loved you.

Does it remind of being in love if all it makes you feel is heartbroken?

“I don’t know.” You whispered, gently placing the card down on the table. Your eyes moved around everyone in the room before landing on Fred and neither of you looked away. “I don’t think I have one.”

Fred felt the sting behind his eyes as they met yours and he tried not to cry, not in front of everyone here during a game. A game that was supposed to be fun, a project he started 3 weeks ago to get his mind busy and off the breakup and here it was hurting him more.

The vial on the table slowly filled up as you turned to look, watching it change a light shade of purple as well, meaning your team won. No one celebrated. Instead you all sat there, frowns on your faces and you weren’t sure how long you could last before breaking down.

“Congratulations.” Fred said, keeping his voice low. “You guys win.” You knew he was speaking to your group, but if you had willed yourself to look at him one last time, you would’ve seen he was looking directly at you. He was gone the moment the words left his lips, running upstairs to his room. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, you felt Hermione putting an arm around you and pulling you into her arms. You allowed her to console you, letting the tears fall freely as Angelina grabbed your hand and Ginny moved behind you to rub your back.

You didn’t feel like you won anything.

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