#brawler x reader

[nejiverse]

THE RIFF-RAFF

Brawler

a/n: i dont know much about aladdin but i really hope this is okay!! Fem! Reader

cw: harassment, violence

1.5k words

Brawler let out a sigh for the nth time. He lost count a while back. Not that he was any good at math in the first place.

These days all went the same: he gets into fights, steals a couple things then runs away, sleeps then repeat.

He needed a bit of a change in his life, something interesting,

Someone interesting.

With his hands in his pockets, the red head walked through the crowd, looking for something that would catch his eyes. He wanted to spice things up a bit and nag something more valuable.

"Please just give it to me".

A voice reached the ears of Brawler. He was surprised he even heard the voice in the first place amongst the bustling crowd.

He retraced his steps and stood at the entrance of the eerie alleyway that he heard the voice come from.

"If you want it so bad, you're gonna have to jump higher than that miss", a masculine voice spoke out, followed by a chuckle.

She grunted, standing on her toes and reaching as high as she could, her body pressing against his own in the process.

After a few tries, she gave up and came back down onto her feet.

"Please", she pleaded, tears threatening her eyes. She spent so much on buying the textile she didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't get it back. "That fabric is very expensive".

'Expensive..', Brawler mumbled to himself. The word alone made him walk further into the alleyway and locate the two. Now he was simply dying to see this 'expensive' item that could reward him millions. Or that's what he was hoping anyway.

"You know, if you would only let me court you, I could buy you as much fabric as you need—".

She stopped him from continuing on. "I decline. Give it to me", she furrowed her brows with fake confidence on her visage.

The man gritted his teeth and grabbed her wrist, pinning it against the wall harshly.

"You're so ungrateful", he voiced. "I offered you everything and yet you still turn me down", his grip tightened around her wrist and she winced in pain.

"Would ya leave the lady alone? She clearly isn't interested idiot", Brawler intervened and simply used their moment of shock to his advantage, grabbing the fabric from the man's hands.

"As they say take your eye off your most prized possession and someone may snatch it from under your nose!", he snickered, running away with the textile, fantasising about the amount of money he was about to make.

"Wait!", while the man still stood there taken aback, Y/n broke free from his grip and ran after Brawler.

"I beg of you, give it back to me!", she shouted as Brawler paid no mind to her.

After all, it was a dog eat dog world.

After her legs gave up on her, she collapsed onto her knees and slouched her shoulders in defeat.

"Nobody even says that..", she mumbled.

...'As they say take your eye off your most prized possession and someone may snatch it from under your nose'...

She'd never heard that phrase in her entire life. 

Brawler made it back to his little hideout and sat down against the wall.

He laid his eyes on the two rolls of fabric in his hand and thought back to that woman.

The desperate and saddening look on her face was etched into his mind.

Brawler never felt this way about stealing anything before but something in him wanted to return what was rightfully hers.

"What the hell?!", the man scratched his head in frustration.

One part of his brain told him to just return it as to grant him peace of mind, but the other said forget about it there's no point in giving it back.

He shook his head and confirmed what he would do.

He'd return it tomorrow.

But one thing..

"How am I supposed to find her again?".

——————

The next day, Brawler passed through the exact route he passed yesterday and all the stalls that were selling a variety of things.

He noticed it was less busy than yesterday which relieved him. It'd make it easier to look for the woman.

Or so he thought..

Because no matter how hard he looked, he just couldn't find her!

"Aw man! What if I never see her again?!", he frowned deeply at the thought.

He not only wanted to return the textiles, but he also wanted to apologise for how he left her to fend for herself with her harasser.

"A real man wouldn't do that", he said to himself.

In the midst of his inner conversation with himself, two guards turned the corner he was about to turn too.

“Hey! It’s you again!”, one of the guards shouted, pointing an accusing figure at Brawler.

Said man’s lips slowly and tauntingly curved into a smirk.

“You two are really eager for a round two aren’t ya”, he chuckled, running towards them with his fist out.

His fist hit the guard straight into his face, causing him to fly back into a wall as a result of Brawler’s brute strength.

The other guard gritted his teeth as he let out a battle cry and punched Brawler in the arm.

“Hm?”, the tall man tilted his head as what felt like a scratch to him.

The guard fell back onto the group and trembled him fear.

“Usually I would be up for a fight but i’m busy right now—”, Brawler was taken by surprise as the guard that was on the ground grabbed his ankle, causing him to fall back into a window, shattering the fragile solid.

The guard ran away with his tail between his legs. He certainly did not want to stay long enough to meet his end.

“You son of a—”, Brawler paused when he heard a gasp from behind him.

It was the woman from yesterday.

And as he looked around the small shop, it was clear to him that she was a lowly seamstress.

The shop wasn’t big at all but it was nice and cozy; that’s how Brawler would describe it.

And he went and ruined it by shattering the window.

He didn’t even know where to start, return her stolen items or apologise for breaking the window.

He got up and scratched his cheek sheepishly. “I’m sorry”, he handed her the fabric as she looked at him with wide eyes.

This act of kindness was so foreign to her.

“But..but why?”, she blinked curiously, taking it from his hands.

Brawler shrugged. “I’m not really sure myself”, he rubbed the back of his head and sighed at the mess he made.

Y/n looked up at him, a small grin tugging the corner of her lips.

“Hey”, she called out, gesturing for him to bend down to her height.

“Closer..”, she added.

As he did so, she placed a chaste peck on his cheek.

“Thank you for returning these to me”, she smiled.

Brawler was frozen in shock. He’d never been kissed by a girl before..it made him feel like a high school boy from a novel.

His words were stuck at the back of his throat and he furrowed his brows.

“You’re a nice guy you know that? You really don’t need to be getting caught by the police like that, it’d be a shame if they arrested you”, she fiddled with the jewellery on her fingers, feeling as if she’d just made the man feel uncomfortable.

Heat rose to her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean it like that!”, she waved her hands around frantically.

“It’s just…”, she huffed out at her hopelessness. “Never mind”, she sulked. She was never good with words.

Brawler laughed at her silliness. It was quite amusing to watch her ramble on and on. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re real funny lady”, he grinned.

“Stop getting yourself in trouble and i’ll show you just how funny I can be”, she placed her hands on her hips proudly.

She was about to crack the worst and most unfunny joke known to man.

And Brawler would go on to laugh hysterically at it.

From that day forward, Brawler would pay occasional visits to her shop and they’d talk for hours on end.

There came a day when he felt really bad for making her cry. It wasn’t his intentions but he’d often show up to her shop with cuts and wounds.

She cried into his chest and Brawler reassured her (as well as himself) that he’d never start a fight again.

He never ever wanted to make her cry like that. Ever.

And dont worry, he fixed her window :)

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Req: @princeasimdiya12

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[nightmare-dreamt]

HI BESTIE BOO!! HOW ARE YOU?? since you have no requests I wanna send one in plus I think this is a really interesting idea so anyways hehsnms

Could I request the Akudamas with a Reader who’s like Nanno from Girl From Nowhere? so there’s information on the wiki which I suggest reading but the reader is a mysterious person who isn’t human and pretends to be a 11th grader student and she has multiple super powers to get at people (her enemies) and maybe you can have them react when the reader gets killed but they survives (bc their immortal) and they comes back alive and there’s multiple clones of them?

Honestly you should watch the show if you’d like, it’s super interesting like seriously 😭😭 THANK YOUU!!

HEHHEHEHE she’s so cool like look at her, bruhhhsjajwnsn ok enough joey, GOODBYE AND HAVE FUN BESTIE!!!

Akudama Drive x Nanno! Reader

You met her when the group all showed up at the police station right where one of your close friends was on the verge of being. You weren't shocked to see some others there, but when seeing the new girl it became rather strange, especially when she declared herself as the swindler. It was clear to see that she was lying, but you kept that to yourself and let the girl tag along as the group was now given a new mission.

You didn't talk much until your guy's hotel room was attacked by the executioner and his pupil, leading to the group needing to make some quick moves. You dogged all of the bullets being shot at you, making sure to spin around and grab Swindler and Hoodlum, dragging the two of them to the ground behind a couch.

"Stay here!" You growled, jumping back out. Swindler widened her eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it," You muttered, lunging at the girl while the others took care of the executioner. You fought against her, stopping all of her attacks with ease being ten times faster than her, but things began to slow down when Swindler stepped out from the couch. You glared, "What are you doing?"

"Helping!" Swindler stated, right as the sound of more were heard now aimed right at her. Kicking the girl back, you rushed over towards her standing in front of her, blocking all of the metal being shot at her. Swindler screamed, "No!"

Dropping to her knees, Swindler checked your pulse seeing a bunch of red liquid, leaking out of your body creating a pool of blood around the two of them. Tears peeked her eyes when seeing someone who tried to protect her dead because of a silly action she made. Swindler siffled, "No…"

"Bring them over here." Doctor ordered, dragging your body towards her. Hoodlum widened his eyes. "What are you going to do to them?"

"I'm going to stop the bleeding g, now keep an eye out before we all end up just like them," Doctor grumbled. Grabbing some materials, Doctor went to begin the procedure and stop all of the - when breathing could be heard from your body. Doctor had a confused look, "What the...:

"Those damn bastards," You muttered, rubbing your head. Fluttering your eyes opened, you glanced around seeing the two still there with the others trying their hardest to deal with them. You shook your head. sitting up from the ground. "We can't keep going at this. Brawler! You think you can find us something to get out of here?"

Of course," Brawler smirked, breaking the room's wall and jumping out towards one of the ongoing transportations. Swindler shivered, "How are you… alive?"

"Don't worry about it, for now just hold on," You signed, grabbing her and the brown haired boy before jumping out after Brawler. That began the high amount of questions about how you were able to survive…

Swindler:

Many questions went through her head at your survival, but she felt more guilt instead knowing that your pain was from her doing. When the group was safe, Swindler definitely went to check up on your wounds, but was overly shocked when seeing none of them there anymore.

When hearing your explanation, things were so confusing, but she still had more questions as to how you were able to heal so quickly? And if there was anything that could make you die, sadly you didn't answer any of them, keeping them all to yourself.

Was shocked when seeing your once again and instead of coming back alive, another version of yourself appeared looking identical to your dead form on the ground. She didn't ask anymore questions barley even understanding her own thoughts now that nothing felt real.

Hoodlum:

All he felt was fear not wanting to die him self, but when his eyes landed on your gruesome body he wanted to throw up everything that was inside of him. He kept imagining himself in your position seeing the bullets inside his body and all of the blood pooling around him.

He was even more afraid when finding out the truth about what you were. He made sure to stay a couple of inches further, not wanting to come anywhere close to your wrath. He was the most scared when learning that there could be multiple of you, meaning that there could be multiple creatures around him.

Brawler:

He didn't see the happen since he was busy fighting himself, but when he turned, hearing your orders, he didn't ignore the blood soaked into your clothes. You could feel his gaze when following him onto the transportation, but it always went away when meeting his eyes.

He thought it was cool when you told the truth about your abilities, he also liked when your clone appeared thinking of it as a cool game. He doesn't get that all of this is real and that your first body was dead and that your clone was now taking your place. No one has the guts to tell him that you were actually dead and that the clone you wasn't the real you.

Cutthroat:

You met him before meeting the other Akudamas, working with him on a mission that required the two of you to be partners. After that mission, the two of you became inseparable and began working together on most projects, which makes sense now why you were at the station in the first place.

He didn't know how to feel when learning you couldn't actually die, but thought it would be a good choice to keep you around in case you actually did and he could see your bleeding body or hopefully be the one to kill you and see you bleed your beautiful red.

Doctor:

Confused when seeing your body heal on its own before she even had her hands on any of your wounds. She didn't know how to feel when seeing your body react differently from anything she's ever seen before.

When the truth came out, she was amused and wanted to do multiple tests and find out how your body reacted the way it did. Sadly, you refused to let her try anything and avoided all of her advances not wanting your body being tested on, especially from someone like her.

Courier:

Found out later when you told the truth to everyone and he didn't really react, not surprised by your strange abilities. You didn't affect him much and once the mission ended all eight of you would never talk again.

Things changed when he was driving off on his bike with you and the siblings behind him. He went over all of the memories that wese shared with the other akudamas and he realized how happy he was with all of them. He was proud that someone like you was taking the kids and would be looking after them. He knew now that the kids would be safe and wouldn't have to hide in fear.

Your point of view:

You didn't mind telling them about your powers not thinking much of them since it was likely that all of them would be once the mission was over, but much like Courier your feelings changed. When running off towards the mountains with the two children, tears streamed down your eyes when remembering all of the moments with the group and for once you wished that you actually died, then maybe you could have been with them..

A/n - Thank you for the request Joey and hope this isn't to bad! I also am happy to say I started Girl From Nowhere and I love it!

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𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐮

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[yanpotatowriter]

Yandere Spectra Phantom

Having to leave behind his sister was a hard choice, but one he had to make in order to follow his ambitions. When he joined the vexos he just saw it as a stepping stone in order to become the strongest brawler there is, he never expected to find someone there and fall in love Even though he has Gus following him everywhere he goes, he also knows that Gus will do what he says due to his pledge of loyalty. However, Gus is also a liability for Yandere Spectra because Gus can be overprotective of Spectra which pisses him off, he needs time alone so that he can brainstorm ways that he can make his obsession his.

Helios doesn’t get the fact why Spectra is obsessed with his darling, but he does get benefits from Spectra’s obsession because Spectra does also get more obsessed with becoming stronger to maybe make a deal that's tied to battle results. Spectra prefers to play mind games with his obsession and manipulate them with his words than to kidnap them or have them on surveillance 24/7.  It’s not that he thinks that he is above such actions, but it’s sweeter to win in a battle with high stakes than to just take it, it makes the victory much sweeter if he gets his obsession as the prize. When he eventually joins the Bakugan Battle Brawlers Resistance, he convinces his obsession to join as well, saying that it will increase their chances to win against Zenoheld than if they were to do it alone. Before his final fight against Dan (and thus before joining the Bakugan Battle Brawlers Resistance)  he only cares about his needs and wants, ignoring what his obsession might think to get his own satisfaction.  But once he sees the error in his ways he does try to make it up, and he becomes more relaxed if his obsession decides to give him their forgiveness and stay with him even with everything he did to them. He does slightly loose it if his obsession does not forgive him and leave him to go their own way, but he won’t go after them immediately.  He wants to make the relationship more healthy and make it two-sided instead of it just being a one-sided abusive relationship. It does hurt him mentally after being near them for so long to be separated from them, but he uses the opportunity to show that he changed, and that he can be better.   Courting them in the popper fashion than what he did before and when they do get back together (or together, depending on whether you considered them in a relationship before that) he really tries to make it more of an equal relationship, but he does sometime slip back into playing mind games and manipulative tactics to get them to do what he wants.

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[chaosmarshmallow]

HIII!!

I hope you wouldn’t care if i send in a request to you, but i hope your days going fantastic as usual:) here i go!!

Can you do Eddie Munson with a S/O who has a Brawler Personality From Akudama Drive??

Stay healthy & safe my friend!!

A/N: Hey heyyy!! Ofc I don't mind! i'm doing great, I hope your day is going great too :D

Lmao, I finished this a bit earlier than I expected, but oh well!

I tried my best, I hope you enjoy :D

Tw: Violence, swearing,

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Eddie had seen you around school sometimes before. 

It was kinda hard to miss you actually, with your punk like clothing and with you loudly challenging everyone that you thought was strong.

It happened more than once that in the middle of the hallway, during the breaks, you walked up to some poor schoolmate and asked them to fight you.

They of course had no other choice than agreeing.

After all, nobody wanted to anger you.

And they, of course, never won.

Just like everyone at school, he had a healthy amount of fear towards you, trying his best to stay away from you as much as possible even though he was a bit intrigued by you. 

He loved your style and suspected that maybe you liked metal too? 

Luckily for him, you didn’t think of him as a possible match. 

Though he didn't really know how to feel about the fact that you thought he was weak.

His first time really speaking with you was… slightly embarrassing? Some basketball players had pushed him on the floor and thought it was funny to kick and throw dirt at him, calling him a freak and other things, the usual stuff.

Only this time, you were there. Suddenly, like some vengeful spirit you appeared behind one of the bullies and grabbed him by the neck so tight it made him yelp like some little girl. 

“Say, what do we have here?” You drawled, a large grin on your face. For a fleeting moment he feared that you would join in and maybe even challenge him to a fight. “Trying to show who’s the strongest, ey? Say why don’t y’all fight me, so we”ll truly see who’s stronger!” 

Of course, everyone of the group that even had a single brain cell ran away like the devil was hot on their heels.

And of course there were also some dumbasses who thought they could handle you…

They couldn’t.

After that accident, you sometimes hang out with him, mostly staying by his side like some guardian angel, protecting him from bullies.

And after a couple of talks, it turned out that his suspicions were correct! You did like metal, so you bonded over a mutual love for Iron Maiden

He really enjoyed your company, but his shoulder and wrist began to ache from all the fist bumps you gave.

Eddie always thought you were some aggressive buffoon that bullied people like him and loved making people feel weak and unimportant.

And to a certain extent that impression was correct, you were aggressive, but you were no bully and didn’t stand for making people feel unimportant, the weak part was correct however. 

It didn’t take long for him to notice how much value you put in strength and in being the strongest.

He wondered where that came from, but he wasn’t going to ask, still kinda afraid of you.

You were… special. Nothing like he expected at all.

But when you came to his hiding spot at Reefer Rick's, together with Dustin and his friends after the Chrissy incident, well… to say he was surprised would be an understatement. For a second he thought he was just imagining things, but no there you were, standing with your arms crossed at the back of the group.

Apparently you also helped them fight some monster called the mind flayer and Russians, which… was a bit strange but after what he’d seen, he believed every word they said. 

When he asked you why you helped him, you just answered “You’re not strong enough to do something like that.” with a shrug.

Not… not the answer he expected but okay.

You were, somehow, also friends with Robin and apparently she has asked you to help them in finding and helping/protecting him.

Apparently you had punched Jason so hard in the face that he lost consciousness when he was spouting some nonsense about  Eddie being a satanist or some shit. 

You bought him a new cassette player and tapes of bands he liked to keep him occupied while he was hiding, which was surprisingly sweet of you.

You were a bit of a meathead or simpleminded, act first (mostly with your fists), think later kinda person, but you were loyal. 

Which was really proven at Watergate, with you jumping after Robin without a second thought.

With everyone gone, it seemed like he had no other choice but to follow, even though he really didn’t wanna.

When he got through the gate, the first thing he saw was you, letting loose on some poor bat that had the misfortune of being your chosen victim. 

You were, softly put, absolutely impressive and looked crazy as hell, with an imensive grin on your face. Laughing like some maniac as you threw it on the ground and shifted your attention to your next prey, screaming something along the lines of “Hah! These are some of the easiest opponents I’ve ever fought!” or “Come here ya small fry, let me show you real power!”.

Too shocked by your actions he didn’t notice the bats coming towards him, until he saw you running towards him and plucking one from right beside his head and smashing it on the ground, giving it a last stomp for good measure.

“Watch out, metal man!” You said while patting him on the shoulder (though it was more of a punch than a pat, making him almost fall over). “Ah-Yeah yeah, right.” He answered gulping, holding the pedal he took with him ready. You let out a buldering laugh and shook your head. “Fine, I’ll protect you! That’s what strong people are supposed to do anyway!” 

And you did exactly as you promised. Beating all the bats that got close to him to the ground with your bare fists, like some barbarian, b̶u̶t̶ a̶ v̶e̶r̶y̶ h̶o̶t̶ b̶a̶r̶b̶a̶r̶i̶a̶n̶ i̶f̶ h̶e̶ s̶a̶i̶d̶ s̶o̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶.

With your help, it barely took any time to take care of all the bats.

“HAHAH! You weaklings, this was too easy!” You cackled like some madman and posed with your hands on your hips. After your boasting you turned to him and put your hand on his shoulder, surprisingly gentle. “Are ya okay?” He blinked a couple of times with his eyes, too surprised to answer, but eventually nodded. 

Immediately after that you turned to the others and asked screaming if Robin was okay, which she was.

“Well, let’s go forth then! We can’t stay here and wait for new bats to come.” You said, while the others nodded in agreement. 

Eddie was still a bit shocked by your display of power though, he knew you were strong, but seeing it like this was something completely different from how he saw it before.

Eddie rn: Well, mark me down as horny and scared!

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[uenovv]

I LOVE COURIER SM 🙁🙁

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Cozy Secrets || Bucky Barnes

Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader

Summary: Y/N discovers her seemingly perfect roommate, Bucky, is a spy.

Chp 1, Chp 2 , Chp 3 , -

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

In the heart of the bustling city, Y/N  found herself looking for the perfect roommate. Her previous housemate had bid adieu after getting engaged, leaving Y/N in the lurch to find a suitable replacement.

After countless interviews, Y/N finally stumbled upon what seemed to be the answer to her roommate's quest – Bucky, a sports photographer with a penchant for cleanliness and a propensity for quiet nights.

His nocturnal work hours meshed well with Y/N's daytime routine, and his willingness to contribute to the apartment's upkeep made him the ideal housemate.

The first three months of their living arrangement went smoothly. He was always punctual with rent, impeccably tidy, and even willing to take on household chores without complaint – he was the roommate Y/N had always dreamed of.

However, something twisted happened one day when she returned home later than usual.

As she swung open the door, ready to unwind in her sanctuary, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror.

Her once-immaculate living space was now a chaotic mess, and right in the middle of the turmoil were two men engaged in a heated scuffle, with Bucky caught in the crossfire.

"Excuse me, what the heck is this?" Y/N exclaimed, her initial shock transforming into a mix of rage and confusion. The three combatants froze, turning their attention to Y/N.

The two men, realizing they were caught in the act, exchanged nervous glances but didn't utter a word. Bucky seized the opportunity for a strategic move in the split second of confusion.

With a swift motion, he expertly maneuvered between the brawlers and shut them down with a series of impeccably executed moves, leaving them in a stunned heap on the floor.

"Bucky, what in the world is happening here?" Y/N demanded, her eyes darting between the mess and her roommate, who was now defensive.

Bucky, seeing the need for a more honest approach, took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "Y/N, there's something you should know. I'm not just a sports photographer. I'm actually a spy."

Y/N stared at him, her initial anger giving way to sheer disbelief. "A spy? Are you serious, Bucky? Is this some sort of elaborate prank?"

Bucky shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I'm dead serious. I chose this apartment because it provides the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on a target across the building. Those guys you just saw? They were after the same target, and things got a bit out of hand."

Y/N blinked, processing this unexpected revelation. "Wait, so you're telling me that all this time, while I thought you were just a neat freak sports photographer, you've been living a double life as a spy?"

Looking genuinely remorseful, Bucky began, "Y/N, I'm really sorry about the mess. This wasn't supposed to happen, and I didn't mean to put you in this situation. It was a mistake, and I take full responsibility."

Y/N, arms still crossed, nodded. "Apologies won't fix my now-ruined living room, Bucky. This is unacceptable. I thought I finally found the perfect roommate, not a spy who turns my place into a battlefield."

Bucky, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly. "I understand, Y/N. My agency will cover the expenses for the repairs and replacements. I'll make sure everything is back to normal. You have my word."

True to his word, Bucky coordinated with his agency, ensuring a team was dispatched to clean up the aftermath of the brawl. Broken items were replaced with new ones, and the apartment was restored to its former glory.

A few days later, as Y/N surveyed the now spotless living room, Bucky approached her tentatively. "I hope this makes up for the mess, Y/N. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Y/N, now feeling a bit more forgiving, sighed. "Fine, Bucky. You've cleaned up your mess, literally. But I still need time to get over the fact that my roommate is a spy who uses my apartment for covert operations."

Bucky hesitated, "Y/N, I hope you don't want me to move out. I really like it here."

As Y/N contemplated whether she should ask Bucky to find a new place, her phone buzzed with a notification about her upcoming high school reunion. The idea of attending filled her with dread.

"Ugh, a high school reunion," she muttered to herself.

Bucky, overhearing, raised an eyebrow. "Problem with the reunion?"

Y/N grimaced. "I despise those events.” She doesn’t want to meet the popular girl from her school who constantly bullies her. But this time, she wants to show off. She got an excellent job nice apartment. But there’s one she doesn’t have. 

A boyfriend. 

Y/N looked Bucky from head to toe and mumbled, “What if..." But this idea was insane; she shook her head. 

Bucky looked curious. "What if what?"

“Nothing.”

Bucky, understanding the high school dynamics, chuckled. "Ah, trying to one-up the mean girls from the past. So you need someone to accompany you? I'm in.”

Y/N fell silent for a moment, a realization slowly dawning on her. "You knew about my personal life?"

Bucky rubbed his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. He didn't deny it, saying, "Well, I'm a spy, and my agency does background checks on everyone."

Her hands now covering her face, Y/N sighed, "Oh no...."

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "What do you think? With my spy skills, I bet I could impress everyone at the reunion. In exchange, please don't kick me out. Pleasee...."

Y/N grumbled, her frustration apparent. "Fine."

Bucky grinned, a mix of relief and amusement in his eyes. "Thanks Y/N. I swear you won’t regret this."

As they navigated the quirks of their unique living situation, little did they know that more surprises and adventures awaited them in the days ahead.

Chp 1, Chp 2 , Chp 3 ,-

Main Masterlist || buy me Ko-fi 🥹💓

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

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[angelltheninth]

NSFW Masterlist Part 4

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Roger That, Over

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Sweet Smoke

Being Friends with Benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen

MCU

Dom!Druig Makes You Beg

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader - Wall Crawling Lover Boy

Namor x Fem!Reader - On the Waves of Pleasure

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader - Warm on the Inside

Edging the Moon Boys

Moon Boys + Breeding and Creampies

CALL OF DUTY

Domestic Smut Headcanons with Ghost

Ghost Can't Keep Quiet

Sub!Ghost with a Mommy Kink

Ghost's Mask Stays on During Sex

Ghost Stamina Headcanons

Ghost Using Sex Toys

Ghost Marking You

Ghost + Condoms

Ghost with a Breeding Kink

One Night Stand with Ghost

König with a Breeding Kink

General NSFW Headcanons with John

Bondage with John

Task Force 141 and Alejandro being Overstimulated

Size Kink with König

Ghost and König + Primal Kink

First Time with Task Force 141 and Alejandro

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Wedding Night with Tengen Uzui

Kidnapped by Akaza

Fun Under the Table with Tengen Uzui

Breeding Kink Blurb with Tengen Uzui

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Cockwaming Dazai

Overstimulation with Fyodor

Fyodor Punishes You

Worshiping Fyodor

Pain Play with Nikolai

CRITICAL ROLE

Grog Strongjaw x Fem!Reader - Rough Around the Edges

NSFW Letters D, E, I, K, R with Percy de Rolo

First Time with Percy, Scanlan and Grog

Scanlan x Fem!Reader - Sing Me Your Song of Pleasure

Percy de Rolo with a Baby Fever

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Put on Display

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Conquest in the Sheets

THE WITCHER

Geralt x Fem!Reader - Bad Influence

First Time Having Someone as Big as Geralt

BLUE LOCK

Bachira Using Your Panties to Masturbate

Friends with Benefits with Sae Itoshi

Chigiri Rails You Over the Table

Breaking up and Getting Back Together with Sae Itoshi

Bachira Going Feral on You

NSFW Letters B, F, J, K for Sae Itoshi

Praise + Cockwarming with Mikage Reo

Chigiri Blingfolding You

Reo and Nagi + Facesitting Headcanons

Rin Itoshi Wants You to be Loud

Threesome Blurb with Sae and Rin

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - In the Eyes of God

Yuuji Itadori x Fem!Reader x Sukuna - The Mirror Effect

JJK Men when You Have Big Boobs

AVATAR

Miles Quaritch x Fem!Reader - Alien Needs

Jake, Quaritch, Tsu'tey, Tonowari + Mating Season

Tonowari x Fem!Reader - How It Should Be

Aonung x Fem!Reader - Under the Surface

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - Hate You Fuck You

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Green Colored Lust

Leona Chases You Down

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Wedding Night Frenzy

GENSHIN IMPACT

Al-Haitham, Childe and Ayato when You Fake an Orgasm

Genshin Men when You Call Someone Else's Name During Sex

Dainsleif and Kaveh with Sex Pollen

Pantalone x Fem!Reader - Just Say Yes

Genshin Men with an S/O who Loves Their Big Chest

Ayato, Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli when Their S/O Cries After an Orgasm

Genshin Men with an S/O who likes to Hold Hands During Sex

Dottore x Fem!Reader - His Greatest Achievement

Closet Sex with Bodyguard!Capitano

Pregnancy sex with Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli

Genshin Men when You Laugh in the Middle of Having Sex

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Sit Down and Shut Up

Fatui Harbiger Men + Size Differance

Being Cumdrunk and Cockdrunk with Genshin Men

Threesomes with Genshin Men

Make-up Sex with Diluc, Xiao, Scaramouche and Al-Haitham

Diluc x Fem!Reader - Darknight's Undoing

Shower Sex with Childe, Dottore, Pantalone and Al-Haitham

ARCANE

Sneaking Around with Vander

Finn x Fem!Reader - Within These Halls

Vander with a Breeding Kink

First Time with Cassandra, Grayson and Ambessa

Vi x Fem!Reader - Brawler Who Got the Cream

STRANGER THINGS

Billy, Eddie, Steve Fingering Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - Like Fire in My Skin

Steve Watches You Masturbate

Missionary Sex with Billy

Eddie, Steve and Billy + Being Loud or Quiet

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Dabi x Fem!Reader - Dirty Dancing Through Life

BNHA Men Fingering You

Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader - Disciplinary Action

STAR WARS

Din Djarin Blindfolds You

Darth Maul Catches You Masturbating

Din Djarin with a Baby Fever

#cod x reader #kny x reader #critrole x reader #genshin impact x reader #arcane x reader #the witcher x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #hotd x reader #blue lock x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #stranger things x reader #jjk x reader

[magecrafts]

MAYA LOPEZ headcanons.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: beefy pro fighter maya my beloved

maya lopez x reader ; is your girlfriend a puppy or a brawler? yes.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit smut, afab language, anal play, choking, spanking, strap-ons, rough sex, one single mention of blood.

watching maya in the ring gets you hot. especially when she’s fighting men and they can’t hold their own against her. she’s faster, anticipates better, hits harder, bounces back quicker. first time she invited you to a fight you worried you wouldn’t like seeing her get hit, but that fear dissolved when she took a mean cross to the jaw and found you in the crowd, flashed you a bloody grin, and pummeled her opponent into submission with heavy-handed blow after blow before the first round was up. when you kissed her in the locker room after the fight she tasted a little bit like blood even though she’d already cleaned up, but you didn’t mind. you kind of liked it. then she used her prize money to take you out to dinner where she touched you under the table while she ate steak tips and drank beer and you were left to grip your drink until your knuckles went white and every muscle in your body tensed. 

nowadays you’re front row at all of her fights with her leather jacket draped over your shoulders to keep it warm for her and so everyone knows exactly who you’re there for. who you belong to. 

tight hugs when she comes home from the gym in muscle shirts, nuzzling into a big bicep because it’s warm and hard and you’re never safer than when you’re wrapped up in her. kissing on her arm because you don’t want to pull away to free your hands to speak and you don’t think she wants to either and you like that her skin tastes a little like sweat and you really like how she flexes as soon as your mouth touches her.

it’s always the arms. reaching for her in bed at night, curling your hands around her arm, pulling it against your chest and snuggling it like you would a teddy bear while she snores softly at your side. tugging her arm around your shoulders while standing in line at the supermarket. digging your nails into her forearms when she plants her hands on either side of your head and looms over you with a presence as intimidating as it is dead fucking sexy. telling her she should get tattoos because she’s got the arms for it. she’s not big on pda but she doesn’t mind you hanging onto her arm in public because it makes her feel like you’re never going to leave her and as independent as she is you know she lusts after the loyalty she inspires in you.

when she hangs out topless in boxers at home you’re always ready to fucking fold. when she cooks in training shorts and a sports bra you like to sit and watch, following the ebb and flow of thick muscle beneath her skin as she moves through the kitchen and pretends not to notice how heavy your eyes are on her. when she works out in cropped tanks it’s hard not to drool and you get stuck between wanting to drop to your knees and worship her abs with your tongue and wanting to get pinned down and rendered helpless by her big strong arms.

sometimes you wake up in the morning to maya doing pushups on the floor beside the bed. you roll over to the edge and prop your chin on your hands and watch with a dreamy little smile on your face. when she’s done you drag her into the shower and throw yourself at her under the spray of hot water.

other times you wake up to maya doing pullups on the bar you installed in the doorjamb. sometimes on those days you’ll roll onto your back and prop your legs open and stroke yourself through your underwear while you watch her muscles bulge and flex, pausing to tell her, “ten more,” before going back to playing with your cunt. getting yourself ready for her while you watch her smirk and power through the last of her reps. by the time she’s done and crawling back into bed with you her chest is heaving and her skin is warm to the touch and when you take a fistful of her shirt and pull her down on top of you she’s heavy and solid and her hips fit so well between your legs.

bear hugs. her big muscly arms draped around your neck, your face nuzzled against her throat. her hands on your legs while you lay on the couch with a movie on in the background. her fingers working the knots from your back after a long day, pressing your skin, stroking your muscles like she can convince them to ease up and stay that way if only she touches you in the perfect spot. coming up behind you while you’re cooking and draping herself over your back, arms over your shoulders, cheek pressed to the side of your head as she rests her weight on you and you can’t even be annoyed about the fact that it’s very hard to cook with a big brawler putting all her weight on you because you love when she gets clingy. you set down the spatula and sign, “puppy,” because you know she’s watching your hands and it’ll make her roll her eyes and grin and because she really does act like a big lapdog sometimes and she knows it. 

wearing her shirts. her hoodies. they’re big on you but you like that, and you like that they smell like her, like she’s right there with you instead of working late. when she works late and you’re bored and lonely you’ll text her nonsensical strings of emojis, or you’ll tell her about whatever garbage television you’re watching in her absence. she’ll usually text back within minutes, always making sure you know you’re as much a priority as her job is. on the rare occasions when she doesn’t text back quickly, you’re not above playing the teasing game. pulling on one of her zip-up sweatshirts with nothing on underneath and sending her a selfie. stripping down and slipping into a pair of her boxers and posing for a picture in front of the standing mirror in her bedroom. her responses rarely betray how much she truly enjoys pictures like those, but an i’ll deal with you when i get home or a behave yourself from maya is the equivalent of a heart-eyes emoji from anyone else. and she does always deal with you when she gets home (and you rarely ever behave), though ‘dealing with you’ can mean anything from eating you out on the couch until you’re trembling and teary and too sensitive to take any more to throwing you over her lap, spanking you red and raw, and slipping her favorite little plug into your ass. 

maya likes to lounge. likes to kick back and sit with her knees propped open wide, likes you on her lap where you can see her and she can see you. claims it’s better even than the view of you bent over with an arch in your back because it’s all in the eyes. so she claims. but you’re fairly certain she just likes you on her lap so she can talk dirty to you. so you’re ready for it when she drops onto the couch and pulls you down to straddle her lap. “you look good,” she’ll say, hands moving slowly, deliberately, because she knows you hate waiting and she loves drawing out the teasing. “like you were made to be on top of me.” and you’ll start to blush, which she loves, too, and she’ll reach up and brush your rosy cheeks with her thumbs to draw attention to your bashfulness. meantime she’s just smiling that little secret half-smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she gazes up at you through her lashes. “i want to watch you ride me,” she'll tell you, or, “let me sit back and watch you bounce on my dick,” or, “show me how you ride my cock.” doesn’t matter what she says, you’ll do whatever the fuck she wants.

win or lose (though maya has five wins for every loss) you’re her favorite prize, the one she can always count on. she’s indulgent after wins, likes dragging you into the locker room and sweet talking you into stripping down and joining her in the shower. she’ll soap you up until your skin’s all slippery and warm and then she’ll touch you for what feels like hours: coasting her hands down your back, taking handfuls of your ass, pulling you in until your hips are notched against hers, until you’re anchored to each other and nothing in the world could force you apart. she likes how you feel against her, your slick heat on her thigh always warmer even than the hot water, your nipples rubbing against her chest. she’ll kiss you nice and slow, she’ll suck your tongue into her mouth, will touch every inch of your body she can reach, reacquainting herself with how you feel when you’re laid bare for her. when she touches you between your legs where you need it most it’s all gentle, unrelenting pressure, and it’s all so soft. fighting’s her outlet, you’re her reward, and she treats you like you’re priceless. 

it’s different after a loss. when things don’t go her way in the ring she won’t bother with a shower, she’ll just grab her bag and then grab you and take you home. sometimes you don’t even make it to the bedroom before her aggression surfaces and she bends you over the kitchen counter, the dining table, or presses you up against the wall in the hallway and yanks your pants down and forces a knee between your thighs so she can rut against you, fucking you into a hard surface because there’s nowhere else to put her frustration and she knows you like to take it. when she loses, round two is you on your knees with her leg over your shoulder and a hand in your hair, holding you steady while she uses you to get off. fucks herself on your face, rubs her cunt against your mouth and nose while you do your best to keep up with your tongue without losing your breath. round three is you on your back, legs hooked around her waist, pussy stretched around her favorite strap while she pounds into you, fucks you open, one hand wrapped around your throat so she can feel every last little sound you make.

win or lose, you love her. you’d be crazy not to.

#maya lopez headcanons #maya lopez x reader #maya lopez imagine #maya lopez imagines #echo imagines #maya lopez fanfiction #echo headcanons #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagines #maya #headcanons #hcs #rated: e

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

(Daryl x Fem!reader) One eyebrow cocked up, you gave Daryl a skeptical look. “You think I’m dangerous?”

Daryl nodded, his expression perfectly serious. “Yeah. Sure do. Why are ya laughin’? ‘M serious.”

You shook your head, still smiling at him skeptically. “I couldn’t even kill that rotter yesterday... I mean... I’m kind of flattered but, have you seen me?”

“Nah—c’mon. I dun mean in a—a scarred, back-alley, brawler kinda way. But yer dangerous in the way—in the way all...” he broke off and you just kept looking at him, a questioning expression on your face, waiting for him to go on.

“All what?” you prompted him.

Daryl cleared his throat nervously and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, shrugging a little. “In the way all beautiful women are...”

Your brow furrowed and your face responded with a flush of heat. “I don’t really know what you mean,” you said softly. You were so taken aback by him calling you beautiful you wondered if you’d even heard him right.

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and ducked yer eyes. “C’mon... sure ya do. Dun look at me like that. Ya gotta know exactly what I mean,” he drawled.

“I really don’t,” you argued. 

“That right there is what I mean then. Part of what makes ya so dangerous. Ya dun even know it.”

“Know what?”

“That—that yer as beautiful as ya are...” His nerves getting the best of him, Daryl stood suddenly and cleared his throat anxiously again. “I’mma go collect some more firewood,” he said, jutting a thumb over his shoulder. You watched him go with a light fluttering in your stomach, his words turning over and over in your mind.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles #daryl dixon fluff #daryl x fem!reader

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Platonic vs Romantic: Brawler

Romantic: 

He may accidentally intimidate his darling, but he means will. He learns along the way when it comes to trying to figure out how to be a good partner and if that leads to some good fights (not with his darling.) then that's even better! 

Platonic Friend: 

About the same as romantic but less physically affectionate. He will still follow them just as he would a partner. There is a 50/50 chance that he will just drag them around which is something he doesn't do too much with a partner.  

Platonic Sibling: 

Lots of play wrestling both as a way to show that he cares and to see how much stronger they have gotten. He may not stay around them a lot, but he does check in on them at least every few days. He will also let them handle things on their own until he sees them start to struggle a bit too much for his liking. If anyone were to ever break their heart they would pay dearly.  

Platonic Parent: 

Also wrestles a lot for the same reason plus it's also how he teaches them how to fight. They will learn how to fight whether they want to or not (it's one of the few things he won't budge on.) They are going to need a lot of luck getting a partner with him around. He will somewhat let them do things on their own; it just depends on what it is. 

#yandere #yandere headcanons #akudama drive x reader #yandere akudama drive #akudama drive #akudama brawler #yandere brawler

[nightmare-dreamt]

So for my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Brawler from akudama drive and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine Brawler as a street rat who gets into conflict with the guard captain who's the reader. But the more the two come into conflict the more they start to understand each other and fall for one another. What do you think?

I love this idea and had do much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy this oneshot.

8 pages, 2700+ words, unedited.

Warnings: Mentions of water and drowning, fighting, a sword, and passing out.

The sun blazed down upon the desert sands, gazing over as people walked around minding to themself. Walking through the crowd, a man taller than most moved around with a hood over his face only showing the thin line from his lips as he passed by all the market booths. To everyone around him, he looked like a normal man shopping at the market, but in reality he was one of the most wanted thieves known around the kingdom.

"Hey you!" Someone screamed. He looked back seeing one of the merchants screaming at a young woman who had a look of fear on her face. She shivered, "I didn't take anything I swear." He watched silently with a displeased look on his face when watching the woman get screamed at. The merchant held her hand tight, "I know you did! Empty your pockets now!"

"I swear sir, I don't have anything." The woman cried showing her pockets. The merchant growled, "You hid it somewhere else! I know you took it!" Fighting against the hold that got fighter and tighter on her wrist, the woman pushed the man back causing him to fall into a booth. The merchant stood with an angered filled look, "You're going to get it, witch."

Litting his hand up, the merchant went to hit the woman across her face, making the hooded man turn around to stop the scene playing in front of him, but someone else heat him to it. A young guard stood in front of the woman holding a sword up at the merchant with a terrifying gaze. The man spoke. "You won't be doing anything to this woman, you hear?"

"Guard captain L/n, I'm sorry, okay. She stole from my booth though and I just want to get what was stolen back," The merchant tried to explain. Y/n rolled his eyes, "From what I heard, she said she didn't have anything and she even showed you I suggest you head back to your booth."

"What about the stolen items?" The merchant asked. Y/n turned, "I'll find them, I always do." Listening to the conversation, the hooded man turned around heading off when running right into another person. The person fell hitting the ground, "Hey! Watch it!"

"You watch it." He growled. Another shout was heard from the merchant that made a scowl grow on the hooded man's face. The merchant pointed over at him, "That's the stolen item!"

"I see," Y/u muttered, walking through the crowd, standing in front of them with his sword raised high, "Turn around and remove your hood." Slowly turning around, he removed his hood showing off a bright smile and red hair that fell down his back. He smirked,"Just my luck, I got a personal greeting from the head guard."

"Should have guessed, the top thief around, Brawler. You stole from the merchant and all sorts of other places, you're charged with multiple crimes. I'm going to have to ask that you come with me," Y/n said in a nonchalantly tone. Brawler shrugged, "Since you asked so nicely, sure but you mind doing me a favor?"

"What?" Y/n mumbled. Brawler chuckled, "I'd cover your eyes."

"Why would I-" Y/n started when watching the man drop down picking a handful of sand up throwing it his way. He ducked, letting the sand fly past him into the eyes of another man who screamed out in pain. Y/n turned, "Are you okay?"

"Catch you later!" Brawler waved, running off through the crowd of people. Y/n shot his head around, "No, you don't."

Turning down an alleyway, Brawler looked around, seeing that the guard was no longer near him, allowing him to move on with his day of stealing Letting a smile grow on his face, be leaned back on the wall behind him, looking at the item he had stolen. A necklace that shuned brighter than anything he's ever seen, he looked at the gem in the middle seeing his own reflection inside, but there was something else he saw

"What the-" He glanced up, but before anything else could be done, he was tackled to the ground, Brawler groaned out in pain, looking up at the guard on top of him, "You stole that from that merchant, give it back now."

"A warning would have been nice," Brawler grumbled. Y/n held his wrist above his head, "You're under arrest for multiple theft attempts and various other topics." He met Brawler's gaze, seeing the serious look in his eyes that sparked something in him that was unfamiliar. Brawler let his signature smirk grow on his face, "This is awkward isn't it? How about you just let me go and we can all forget about this, plus I'll even throw in the necklace."

"No," Y/n spat out in a quick tone. Brawler hummed. "Thought that would be your answer."

"Silence," Y/n ordered, listening to the sounds near. Brawler huffed, "Some grub sounds good right now."

Placing one of his hands on his mouth, Y/n silenced the man underneath them, listening to the voice near that sounded familiar. Footsteps were heard running past them, and when Y/n glanced back his eyes landed on a group of guards. One spoke, "Chief L/n! We've caught sight of the killer you've been looking for."

"Not right-" Y/n began to tell them, feeling the man fight pushing him off. Brawler stood with his arms crossed in glory, "Maybe next time, guard."

"Get back here!" Y/n shouted, but it was too late. Jumping up, Brawler went up to a building disappearing from his eyes. Y/n stood up with an annoyed look, "Great, he got away." Rubbing his eyes, something caught his attention that shined brightly in the setting sun. Y/n bent down picking the necklace up, 'Seems like he forgot something.'

"Captain, are you okay?" Another guard asked. Y/n walked off, "For now?"

From that moment on, the two interacted a lot more than either intended and soon it became normal for them to meet. Some situation would occur that brought the two together (Mostly of Brawler stealing something) and it would end with a chase and the item always being left behind. Y/n didn't pay mind to the interactions at first, but within time his thoughts began to pick up on things.

The more and more Brawler stole, the more and more items would land into his hold and soon he had a small collection of stolen items from Brawler. All of the items were normal stolen pieces, but some were strange to the guard. Stuff like his favorite food, hobbies, new swords or armor, etc. 

He wasn't the only one who noticed it. 

With now their interactions becoming more frequent, Brawler sew things that he wouldn't tend to see in anyone else. He knew all sorts of things abent the guard and as time passed he began to remember these things often. He learned the guard's favorite food when he stole some expensive spice from a market. He learned the guards fighting style when sneaking into the kingdom's place one day and he was able to find some armor that looked better than the one he wore

In both of them something bloomed, but neither could put a finger on it, that was until their next encounter occurred, this one being a lot more tremendous than their usual eat and mouse chase

"You have all of them?" Y/n questioned, walkin with his fellow guards. The guard nodded, "We have all of them, except for one " A long signed escape passed his lips when being reminded about the red haired man that they keep encoumeting. Y/n shook his head, "We'll find them soon."

"How sure are you about that? The sultan asked, appearing out from behind them. Y/n numed. "Tonight, we have plans to catchuhe culprit and take him down once and for all. There's no need to worry your highness, your kingdom will go back to the way it used to be." 

"I'm counting an you L/n," The sultan mumbled. Y/n nodded, "I won't prove you wrong Leaving with the other guants, the job began, finally ending the meetings between the two for once and for all Heading off to the location, something in Y/n made his heart beat faster and nerves began to build up inside of tam A guard placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're going to catch him."

"I know," Y/n murmured, walking ahead of the group. Soon enough, the location came near, the guards all arrived at the very first meeting between the two. The market was busy that night making it harder for Brawler to see them, but it made it harder for them to see him as well. Y/n turned to his fellow quants, "I'm going to go on ahead, everyone be on high aleit. This is the last one to the group, if we catch him then we'll have all of them."

Nodding to their captain. Y/n was good to head off into the market, disappearing into the crowd.

"You shouldn't be here, they're all looking for you," Y/n muttered, leaning against an alley wall. Brawler shrugged, walking out from the shadows, "I heard, aren't you though as well."

"Not sure," Y/n whispered. Brawler chuckled, "You're an interesting person, you know that Y/n.:

"What's with the sudden name change?" Y/n asked. Brawler smirked, "Sorry, how does the king of thieves sound to you?" Turning around towards the tall man, a look of confusion struck his face when hearing the familiar name that he hasn't been called in years. Brawler chuckded again, "That's you, isn't it?"

"Who told you that name?" He shouted. Brawler rolled his eyes, "Keep it down, I'm being hunted right now and to answer your question I had a friend do a bit of research" Pulling out his sword, Yn aimed it right at Brawler's neck making a smirk struck his face. Brawler snickered, "Seems they were right, didn't take the held guard to be a thief."

"That was years ago, I'm a different person now," Y/n muttered. Brawler shrugged, "Once a thief, always a thief in my opinion." Shaking his head, Y/n glanced down remembering the old days of him going around stealing all sorts of things from markets and stands. He called the smile that used to paint his face when feeling the adrenaline rush after he was chased for stealing. Those were great times for him

Brawler tilted his head, "You okay?"

"You should go, the guards are everywhere tonigist and who knows what they'll do if they find you," Y/n mumbled, removing the sword from his neck Brawler nodded. "If you say so. He turned around, getting ready to head off when his body fell down with him blacking out. Y/n turned swiftly, widening his eyes, "Brawler!"

"What do we have here?" A woman asked. Y/n growled, "Doctor... what are you doing here?" Walking to them, the woman took the needles in the fallen body letting a smirk fall onto her face. She laughed, "My job, but it looks to me that someones lacking his."

"He's right here!" A bunch of goards shouted, entering the alleyway. Y/n watched with a nervous, look on his face, "What have you done?"

"What needed to be done. The doctor hummed, strutting away out of the alley.

Standing on the port, waves crashed upwards, splashing against the soft breeze that blew through the air, hitting the group that watched steadily. Yn felt goosebumps fort on his arms as he held his sword tighter and tighter, wishing the moment would already end. Two guards held Brawler, while he was chained at the end of the port with another blank look on his face.

"Brawler you're being punished for various acts of thievery and multiple fights against guards and officials," One of the guards exclaimed. Brawler grunted, "Let's get this over with already."

'Why isn't he trying to stop them?' Y/n wondered, feeling the sweat pull in at his palms, 'Why isn't he fighting against them?' So many questions passed through his head, but all stopped when the sound of water splashing was heard them. Y/n froze whispering, "No."

All of the guards cheered at the victory, heading off of the dock and into the town, not regarding the tears that formed in their friends" eyes. Y/n felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn, meeting the guards eyes "You coming?"

"No, I have something important to do," Y/n told them heading off of the dock. Not questioning his answer, the group of guards headed off to celebrate, not looking back at the figure who ran down the dock. Y/n jumped off the port straight into the water, 'Brawler...'

Swimming down, his eyes landed on the red haired man who struggled against the chain on his arms that dragged him down lower and lower. A gag was tied around his face covering his mouth, while metal chain attached to a silver ball was wrapped around his legs dragging him down. Y/n brought a determined look on his face, swimming deeper following him down, trying to reach him before he hit the ground. Brawler looked up, meeting his eyes as a smile grew on his face

Pulling out his sword. Y/n pushed it through the water over his head, swinging it down at the chain beginning to break it. Cutting into it more, Yin hurried his actions before it all was two late, feeling the loss of air starting to dawn on them both. Y/n thrashed the sword one more time, finally snapping the chain, shattering the metal pieces, but it seemed to be too late.

Using his last breath, Brawler shut his eyes moving backwards in the water, letting the current take the lead of his form. Y/n dropped his sword, swimming to the drowning man, grabbing his arm and bringing him up back to the surface. Breaking through the water, Y/n dragged the man onto the sand, getting a better look at him. 

Water drenched the both of them from head to toe, but that didn't bother them as the wind blew through the late night Vin placed his hands on Brawler's chest, pressing down one then twice, continuing the actions. Removing his bands, Yin leaned over placing his lips onto Brawlers, breathing into his lungs trying to get the water out A cough was heard making his heart fluner at the sight of Brawler opening his eyes and meeting his as one of his smiles grew on his face again.

"Thanks," Brawler whispered. Y/n huffed, "Why didn't you fight against them? You could have died out there? What were you going to do if I didn't save you, huh?" Firing multiple question at the man, he sat up looking straight into the night sky. Brawler signed, "I didn't fight against the guards because I knew you would fight against them."

"You're joking right?" Y/n growled. Brawler shook his head, palling something out of his pocket, "Here"

"This isn't a time for gifts," Y/n stated. Brawler chuckled, standing up, "Just look at it."

Rolling his eyes, Y/n looked at the paper, seeing his name and photo lined the page making a confused expression cross his face. Y/n looked up at him, "What is this?"

"You're file, my friend was able to get it out of the system. No one else is now going to be able to find any information about the king of thieves," Brawler explained. Y/n gulped, "Why are you giving me this?"

"I don't know, just felt something," Brawler whispered, walking off leaving Y/n alone on the beach. You glanced down at the paper as a smile formet on his face, "Thank you."

"Ma'am, I promise I will find your missing items" Y/n reassured the women in front of him who yelled. A soft nudge was felt as a tall figure passed by walking through the crowd not turning back to the guard Y/n let a sweet grin form on his face, 'Good to see you too, Brawler.'

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[sawyerconfort]

eyes on fire | lottie matthews x fem!reader

I said two posts in a row and I DID IT!

Enjoy, Yellowjackets fandom!

Thanks for the likes and follows, by the way!

Requests open! Send me an ask if you want to! (I normally don't take requests from messages, sorry!)

Masterlist for these ladies coming soon!

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Prompt: After Misty's disastrous Doomcoming, some things between you and Lottie need to be straightened out. But she still doesn't seem truly regretful about what happened at the party, and it might be too late to run away now…

WARNINGS: smut, sub!reader, dom!lottie, mentions of possession and cannibalism, post-fight sex, make-up sex, +18 (not really but be careful), mentions of platonic natalie x reader, lottie being bratty, lottie swearing and being a hot gay mess.

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The morning after the party started off wildly. The mood was not at all favorable and there seemed to be tension between the girls in general, not to mention poor Javi who had mysteriously disappeared the night before, leaving his brother a nervous wreck.

A fight between your friends was what you least needed right now. Months had already passed, you had already gotten used to life after the plane crash - another absurd thing that you never imagined you would be a part of - and everything seemed to be settling into place even though you had to deal with the chaotic life in the forest on your own.

It was a daily struggle to survive, and you were doing pretty well. You were confident that you could handle it until someone came to rescue you. Eating deer and bear meat wasn't even that bad.

Except for last night, you were sure you were going to die.

And maybe you'd prefer it now, if you knew you were going to have to face your teammates fighting.

You had no idea how the argument had started, because you weren't in the cabin. You knew Misty had something to do with it and that she was talking about last night's party. A few girls were arguing about being possessed by something - like Jackie and Shauna, screaming for no reason a few steps away from you.

But you visibly remembered one thing.

Lottie Matthews. Lottie Matthews going wild.

By the way, you didn't know where Lottie Matthews is now. And you didn't want to know either, because the sound of her evil laugh as you spouted off the truths about the madness she and her friends were about to pull off with Travis still echoed in your messy, confused mind.

Just trying to escape Jackie and Shauna's fight, for fear of getting in the middle of it without even having a clue why, you decided that maybe you'd better get going, talk to Natalie, at least, because she wasn't affected by the "Misty's Mushrooms", had helped you confront Lottie and was not part of the forest brawler's party.

"You stay there", that voice startled you, and you turned around to face those small, dark eyes again, beyond the face that seemed to glow with the sun hitting her skin. Lottie was beautiful, yes, that was nothing new, but at that moment, she looked even more so. It was as if the wilderness had given her ethereal beauty as a gift for the follies she had decided to lead last night.

She seemed much calmer, and probably, like the others, she had already recovered from the hallucinogenic effects of the mushrooms.

"Lottie," you whispered, just trying not to remember how scared you were of her for a moment.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry if that scared you, I couldn't control it."

She knew. How could she know?

"Are you going to let me apologize for sounding like a crazy cannibal last night?", she asked, in the same tone, leaving you in a tight spot, not knowing what to answer.

You sighed.

"So you remember what I told you yesterday?"

She nodded. "Every word. And I'm sincerely sorry, (Y\N), I'm so, so sorry."

You knew you couldn't faithfully believe what she was saying. Something in her tone betrayed that she wasn't really sorry after all. And worse, something told you that she hadn't really been high last night.

Something inside you insisted it was all real. Some kind of possession.

And it wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened to Lottie. When Jackie had contrived to have a séance your first few days in the woods after the plane crash, she also had been possessed by something bad, something that wasn't quite her.

And you were there. The glass wound on her forehead? It could have caused some kind of hemorrhaging if you hadn't been there to heal it beforehand.

"Why would you guys eat Travis? Why him?"

She looked at you with a smirk, and then raised her eyebrow. The next words that came out of Lottie were unbelievable, and you wouldn't believe it if it weren't for her speaking, in front of you.

"We weren't. Who told you that bullshit?"

"Nobody. Didn't have to. I saw it with my own eyes…", you snapped, and then, the whole thing went through your head in a flash. You couldn't believe you were being so nice and genuinely caring while she was trying to trick you. "You don't remember that part then?"

"I remember everything, sweetheart. I remember everything anyway. Including how you trusted Natalie and started insulting me like I was a fucking danger to you."

Oh, Natalie. You knew Lottie adored her anyway. Except when she was around you. For some reason, your friendship with the blonde girl bothered her to an absurd degree.

"Natalie was right. And I was trying to help you," you replied, voice shut. Obviously, Lottie made a face and slowly approached you, step by step.

She didn't give the evil, sneering laugh this time, but simply grabbed your waist and pulled you so hard against her that more memories of last night flooded your mind. Memories of her words, frightening, strange, affected by whatever was happening to her there.

"The wilderness chose this, (Y\N). It wants you and me, together. It's watching us. And it knows how much I want you all to myself."

Her eyes weren't different, so it couldn't be possession, one way or another. Lottie brushed a strand of hair out of your face with one hand as she held you with the other, lightly biting her lip.

"If you really wanted to help me, you would have turned yourself in when I told you to," she breathed, whispering in your ear. "But you resisted, like the mean, pathetic little girl you are."

"Lottie, you need help. You're getting so worked up about all this, you're not making sense."

"I don't need help," she breathed into your ear again. "I need you, only you."

"Lottie, we can't…"

She laughed, softly, and then shook her head. "We can, there's no one else holding us back, we're on our own. We can do whatever we want here, and we can please the wilderness if we do the right thing, if we follow our instincts…"

You didn't have time to respond, and she wouldn't let you have time to respond either, if it was on normal days. Lottie always looked forward to being in your presence, you could feel the hard-on exploding as she looked at you, all the desire she'd always repressed so badly now written all over her face as she kissed you, taking your face in both hands.

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back to do this…", she murmured, trailing kisses lightly down your cheek, then down to your chin. "I always wanted you so much, (Y\N), but I was the perfect girl. If my parents knew, I would stop being that way, and it would be so hard to adapt to a life where I wasn't like that…"

You sighed with relief, relieved now because you knew you didn't have to voice your feelings out loud. Lottie felt the same way. Lottie knew you felt the same way. If the wilderness had really come to life somehow, if this whole wilderness thing that chooses people's fates was even real, the wilderness would tell Lottie how much you reciprocated her feelings.

Still, it wasn't one hundred percent safe for you to confess like that, all of a sudden.

"Come with me, we should go somewhere more… private…"

You laughed as she pulled away, squeezed your hand in hers, and led you back to the cabin. "Uh, Lottie, we're not in New Jersey, we don't have a motel or anything like that here, remember?"

Lottie's eyes widened, as if her domineering persona had given way to the ordinary person you better know. She cleared her throat and shrugged with a wry smile.

"Okay, so, uh… at least let me take you to the cabin?"

"With pleasure…", you whispered, still enjoying her failed attempt at looking sexy, even though in the first few moments, it worked for you.

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She shouldn't have, and she didn't let it go. When you reached the top floor of the cabin, Lottie threw you to the ground and your back - by a divine miracle - narrowly missed hitting the ground. She crawled your body like a lioness walks to hunt carefree prey and went back to kissing you, pressing her body more and more on top of yours.

Lottie's kisses were different from the kisses you imagined she would have. Of course, she probably still wasn't in her right mind, and the way she showed her love for you at that moment was anything but wholesome and caring. And, to be honest, neither you nor your body minded that much.

Your body was about to set the whole cabin on fire with the heat it gave off, and you were about to break into a sweat when Lottie started to put her fingers under your shirt, practically pushing her face into your neck. Bites, hickeys, nibbles, sucking, she was determined to do it all, and you couldn't even complain.

"Is this satisfying you? Am I doing everything right, babe? Hm?", she whispered, after a while, panting. Her face was red, her nose was glowing like a firefly at the tip, and you could tell she looked like she was sweating too.

You nodded, and you had the faint impression that your inner desire took hold of your body for a moment as you said, "More, Lottie. I want more."

She smiled, and nodded too. "You look even hotter when you ask like that, you know? I can't believe I never got the chance to touch you and hear those words come out of your mouth…"

She continued to roam your body underneath the shirt you were wearing. Her fingers really had something unearthly about them, charged with shock and electricity, feeling like when you've been hurt and need to press ice into the warm spot of the wound to make it heal faster.

And then she finally lowered her face and wriggled her body between your legs, and if you weren't already moaning before, now you'll start hearing them loud and clear. So loud that you had to make a mental note to lower your voice. Lottie tugged down your sweatpants with enormous ease, and you tugged at her white dress, trying to reciprocate. Now you were the one apparently not making sense.

Lowering your panties slightly, Lottie introduced the first finger, and the shock in your body was immediate. You moaned even louder as she explored, attentive, seemingly oblivious to what was going on. Of course, she wasn't. She was just pretending so you wouldn't feel ashamed of giving yourself all to her at once.

"Hm… Lottie…", you called her, whispering, breathless.

"Yes, (Y\N)?"

"Just keep going…"

She laughed and continued, obeying you, introducing two, three more fingers. All of this was driving you crazy, and she was starting to lose character, moaning in satisfaction that you were responding to her touch that way.

"Fuck, Lottie…", you laughed, sighing. "Fucking hell."

"That's it. That's my good girl… all given to me."

You guys had sex for a while longer, her going slowly as you seemed to get your fill. And it was so magical, the moment you came in her arms, the moment you could breathe a sigh of relief because you were feeling fresh again.

She hugged and held you, even with the cold outside, the breeze coming in and penetrating your naked bodies, making you shiver even more - if that wasn't just Lottie's effect on your body -. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, and you buried your flushed red face in her neck, laughing.

"Like I said, we have no way out. The wilderness chose…", she murmured. "And it's proud of us. Of you especially."

"Oh no, Lottie. I refuse to have to listen to your magical conversations and wild witchcraft with the wilderness, especially after we literally had sex on the cabin floor!"

She giggled and nodded, purring as she rubbed her face against your bare chest.

"Sorry, (Y\N), sorry. I promise not to do that again."

"Okay, I'll forgive you. It was sexy, by the way."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, really? Well, in that case, then, I guess the wilderness is kind of asking us to try again, round two maybe, what do you think, hm?"

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #courtney eaton #courtney eaton x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #smut #lottie is general is hot thank you for your attention #young lottie is so hot i wish she was topping me #sorry i'm still terrible at writing smuts #hope you enjoyed it at least

[yanpotatowriter]

Heyy can you please make a yandere Masquerade x reader? I think that Masquerade is more of a worshipper and manipulative type of a yandere. But I wanna read your thoughts too!

Typing this was exhausting and hard because of a broken wrist but it was worth it :D _—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Masquerade is a very manipulative yandere. I agree with that, however I can only see him complimenting/worshiping his obsession whenever they listen to what he wants them to do or to what he has to say He is one for hiding his darling away unless they are a very good brawler and he uses them for tag team brawls but even that doesn't happen often as he can’t risk letting them escape or notify other people that they are not with him because they want to.  He did not want to give in to the feelings he had for his obsession, he was something created to fulfill a purpose and he is not even sure if he will survive once he fulfilled it. Still the silent core also has an effect on him, although he was created by it, he still felt the way it made him aggressive and possessive of his things and it just so happens that his obsession was something of his. He will manipulate his way into his darling's life, using the information Alice already has on them (and unknowingly giving that to him) as a way to insert himself into his life. He has followed his darling from the shadows before leaving and going after some weakling to battle out his frustration of not being able to fully interact with his obsession will do everything he can to get his darling on his side, making his words sweet like honey and give empty promises just so they will be at his side, he doesn’t want to use the silent core to help him keep his darling at his side because they will change the way they are if/when the core gets used on them. He will be very upset if his obsession ended up joining the brawlers in order to fight against him, he was doing so much behind the scenes in order to make sure they could have a happy future together and this is how they repay him? It's clear that he needs to act quicker than he originally planned if he wanted to sway his obsession to his side. Will flat out find dirt about their friends so that they will start to have more reasons to stay at his side, fake promises that no matter what happens Masquerade will always be at their side and won’t betray them or take their feelings for granted.

#yandere masquarade #masquarade #Bakugan Battle Brawlers #bakugan #bakugan headcanons #yandere bakugan headcanons #masquarade x reader #yandere maquarade x reader

[moonbaby26]

Title: Lovers

(Chapter 3 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Reader/(Y/N) Type: cis female marine

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader is primary, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader is secondary, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: language, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, breeding kink, binge drinking

Chapter Synopsis: After surviving your ordeal with Doflamingo at the Sabaody auction house, you finally get to return to Marineford that evening. Only to find yourself out with Kuzan and friends for an awkward night at the bar. But even then, Doflamingo isn’t done with you yet.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

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Twice now Doflamingo had lost his composure with you. He was sure it’d seemed senseless, obsessive even to you. Explosions of violence mixed with that almost animalistic need to claim your body beneath his own.

But if you hadn’t wanted his attention, you never should have made your home on the one marine’s ship that had ever gotten the closest to catching him.

Even now as he stood, still leaned against Disco’s desk while intently watching you redress, this was far from a recent attraction.

He’d known who you were for several years now. The little stray that Tsuru had picked up in the North Blue somewhere along the way while pursuing him.

Of course, you’d still been as weak as a kitten in comparison to him at first, even with a little haki at your command. But a headache then blossoming for his soldiers as you’d clearly thrived under Tsuru’s specific brand of mothering. And you still had yet to hit your own power ceiling, noticeably improving year after year which was the truer danger.

You were a lioness in the making. One who he now had the privilege of either furthering the potential of, or extinguishing entirely. Because at least for now, you were still caught between what you’d been and what you could be.

But he appreciated how quickly you recovered from defeat as well. Your posture already looking strong again, head held confidently with that innate pride that couldn’t be taught.

It was almost elegant then, this poise within you that conflicted with your sailor’s tongue and brawler’s spirit. The contrast making him feel a little amorous all over again as he moved forward while you’d been putting on that long marine coat.

Your eyes flitted to him cautiously as he closed that distance in only a few steps. But you still didn’t stop his hands as they met your collar.

A false chivalry, just another excuse to touch you really as he then buttoned the very top of your coat enough for the collar to cover some of your fresh bruises.

Some, but not all. The marks from his fingertips still painted your jaw. Where he’d first grabbed you in ambush from the rafters.

It’d been that much pressure from his hand even as he’d kissed you earlier in that initial attack. Because in actuality he’d wanted to rip that smile right off your face, and maybe your throat along with it. Your smile that had emerged as you’d flirted with Aokiji.

You’d denied renewed need for the admiral. But Doflamingo knew what he’d seen. That expression was unmistakable. 

And he never wanted to see it on you again, unless it was for him alone of course. Which was disconcerting how quickly this had consumed his thoughts, yet not fully surprising.

The warlord was a man that didn’t take half measures in anything. When he truly wanted someone, man or woman, there was no holding back. He would pursue you as thoroughly as he desired to and for as long as he chose to. Never a day less.

This was his right as a god still trapped among this hellscape of insects of course. He could have whoever he wanted.

But he knew the risks as well. Disco and his men wouldn’t be saying a word of what he’d done to you this morning. Because there’d be no pieces left of them for anyone to find if they did.

But the slaves might talk once their initial shock had dissipated. And anyone with eyes may question your visible injuries. You were too strong to have struggled against just any low level lackey to take those hits. 

Yet part of him wanted that to be questioned. Doflamingo wanted Aokiji to see these marks and ask you why. He wanted that other man to know that you were no longer free for the taking, even if it wasn’t clear who had claimed you now. That was the primary reason he’d excused you to see the admiral tonight after all. You wouldn’t confess in full to your friends regardless, he trusted that too.

Not because he thought you were actually loyal to him yet, but because you were too selfish to jeopardize your own career. Even if a warlord was technically an ally to the marines by way of special government contract, morally your friends would never appreciate you willfully bedding a pirate he was sure.

And it would be willfully again. He had meant it when he’d said he wanted you to stay a while with him. He’d make sure that Vergo approved shore leave for you at least for a few days when this had had a little time to blow over.

It still had to be before Tsuru returned though. Because the difficulty would increase exponentially then. He tried not to think of that right now actually. 

A battle for another day.

“I’ll do the talking out there. But I expect you to keep your part of the deal, woman.” He reminded you a bit severely regardless.

But even now, your eyes were still on his red glasses as Doflamingo found himself smirking down at you.

He would still have to commend Vergo for the effort in getting you here. The reason anything had gone awry at all was only because of your poor choice to overplay your hand and antagonize him with Aokiji.

“I’ll contact you later to confirm. Once things have settled a little more. And I’ll let you know what days to ask for.” That was the last instruction Doflamingo then gave you in private before walking out the door.

He made sure to exit first too, even those little movements meaning something as you were only allowed to walk out behind him as a good subordinate should.

But he could train you in all these unspoken rules in time he was sure.

Now, back out in the cage area, the fear from everyone else was palpable. Especially as he’d quickly addressed them all as the roaches that they really were to him.

“Listen up, trash!” He also grouped Disco and his men in with that moniker of course. “If you really don’t recognize this handsome face from the previous world’s most wanted lists, my name is Donquixote Doflamingo. Royal Shichibukai and coincidentally, also the new owner of this shithole we now stand within.”

But even then as everyone else squirmed, the warlord was hyperaware of you and your calm stance. You there at his side with your arms crossed. Irritated a bit at his theatrics, yet you also could have hung back to be literally anywhere else in the cage area. But here you were right beside him.

And fuck, if he didn’t still like that proximity too. It felt like somewhere you should be, on leash and at his heel. Yet he did still step slightly forward, keeping you to his side but just subtly behind him.

He alone was the master here after all, even as he put credit to your own reputation. “But this marine here is also a name I’m demanding you to remember. Captain (Y/N) from marine HQ. Because it’s only her that you have to thank for every single one of you walking free today.”

You really weren’t sure about your name coming out of his mouth so publicly that way though. His right eye caught that slight frown from you that told him so even in his peripheral vision. 

Disco’s men about gasped like idiots all over again naturally, while the slaves barely looked up. Of course they didn’t yet trust that this wasn’t all some colossal joke.

“Because after some negotiations-” It was a wonder he could actually say that with a straight face himself. It wasn’t fully a lie though. Of course you’d negotiated, but without speaking. He’d gagged you so that you wouldn’t say anything he didn’t want Disco to know.

But you didn’t need to speak for your body to do the talking for you.

“Captain (Y/N) has brought to my attention enough infractions and lapses against current World Government regulations that all inventory here is now under voided purchase contract.” 

He did glower to the employees specifically then. “So open the cage and let them walk. Now that this is under new management though, we won’t be repeating your mistakes again.” Doflamingo grunted next, still entirely acting as if this loss of the slaves hadn’t been his own idea just minutes earlier.

He could convincingly play pretend when he needed to. Just as during Disco’s first whining phone call this morning. When Doflamingo had acted annoyed as if he wasn’t already sunning casually on the auction house roof waiting for that exact call via mini transponder snail. It’d been simple enough to slip right inside through the windows soon after.

Disco had been the only one completely in the dark. Vergo had picked the time and place. Doflamingo had only had to be ready. 

And the warlord did hang around now while you called Vergo yourself to ask for backup in escorting out the slaves.

It was funny to listen in on really. Vergo having to continue the game, and doing it so well. As if his true lord and master wasn’t still standing right beside you, them both having planned this days earlier.

Of course, actually freeing any slaves was a true surprise. But Vergo would never question any choices his master made. No matter how unexpected.

And as Vergo confirmed to you that he was on his way, Doflamingo waited for this rare chance to see an old friend face to face.

But it wasn’t a fully uneventful wait. He was still watching you of course to pass the time. Analyzing everything as you had entered the cage then to free that merboy yourself once you knew reinforcements were imminent. 

And it did become clear that Aokiji hadn’t been overselling that particular weakness in you at all. Because you really did care about brats didn’t you?

He watched how easily you were able to talk to the boy. You being the same woman he knew had beaten information out of his own foot soldiers more than once, now just smiling and on your knees then while you got the skittish creature to drop its guard.

In fact, in a very short time the boy was clutching your neck, wishing to be carried. Not so different than when Baby 5 had used to hold to his own leg as he walked his family away from a fresh kill site. 

He oddly considered then if you’d ever be impressed with his own children. Could he use them against you? Buffalo, Baby 5, Monet, Sugar, or Dellinger. He’d adopted them all so to speak and had had a heavy hand in raising them too he’d say. 

Only one of his six “kids” had been a disappointment that left the family actually. And that wasn’t too bad of parenting odds now was it?

Even Law may come back to the fold someday though. The Heart seat still sat empty as Doflamingo had at least hoped as much.

“It’s okay.” He heard you coo then however, carrying that boy now, one arm around the back and another supporting his tail.

Quite motherly in your attentions really as Doflamingo chuckled before he could stop himself. Because it really was an interesting parallel too wasn’t it?

Tsuru was your mentor. But he wondered if she’d ever told you the truth in where his and her complicated relationship had really started.

He’d only been ten when he’d first met that woman. And things had almost gone an entirely different way. Not that he thought he would have ended up changing his final ambitions of course. But the path to get there would have altered substantially. She’d wanted to make a marine out of him. 

‘Save him’ in principle at least. Obviously that was much the same strategy she’d later used on you, except without anyone to stop her then. You hadn’t had a Trebol in your life to steer you violently elsewhere.

But as Doflamingo kept watching you interact with the merboy, his thoughts did begin to wander even further.

Dellinger was already eight now. His current youngest. So it had been a while since they’d recruited any fresh blood like that. Obviously it made huge differences in outcomes, training loyalty into a child, versus adults who already had their own motives and ambitions.

And if he was being honest, Law might never be in his grasp again. Rosinante had made sure of that. Fucking his own brother over so hard as a parting gift back then. Something that still made Doflamingo’s blood boil if he ever thought of it for even more than a moment. Because he’d never been that hurt before or since by someone he should have been able to trust with his life.

His own brother.

But regardless, what was done was done. And how could he not consider all options when you presented this fresh opportunity?

If Law truly refused to step up and be his new Heart…why not just make another Law? One with the actual blood of the gods this time, or at least a demigod anyway to be specific.

The process to do so would surely be pleasurable enough for him at least. 

You may disagree nine months later of course. 

His resulting smirk must have been quite nasty then. Enough so that he saw you glance to him warily, as if concerned he was about to start another fight.

“It’s nothing,” He grinned back at you. “Just thinking.”

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“Good work, Captain.” Demon Bamboo Vergo was actually commending you. While wide eyed rookies now milled about everywhere once your temporary crew had arrived. The commotion had now moved outside the auction house. All of you spread out in small groups standing in the grass.

“Yes, sir.” You answered reflexively, though the right to celebrate that praise remained elusive. Even as you could see those women who wouldn’t even look at you before now broken down in tears of relief.

The rookies were assuring them over and over that they were finally safe. They’d be taken to Marineford directly and to the infirmary for health checks. They would stay protected on base until their families could be contacted and reunited with them.

Everyone kept complimenting you actually. You’d already heard the “hero” word tossed around more than once. 

But the warlord was still here, right beside you and Vergo. Still goddamn smiling too, making it clear how hollow of a victory this really was.

“Warlord Donquixote Doflamingo, I will need a statement from you as well.” Vergo commented. “I’ll take it down in my notebook of course.”

And as Vergo seemed to look around in mild confusion, it was actually Doflamingo that spoke. “Do you carry a notebook? You didn’t come over with one, Vice Admiral.”

“You’re right. I don’t have a notebook.” Vergo answered, still sounding puzzled.

Good lord. You looked up in new confusion of your own. 

“Captain, be a dear and go find your commanding officer something to take down my statement. We’ll wait.” Doflamingo said with a grin, seeming all too pleased all over again.

You glanced briefly to Vergo, and when seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything to defend you, you walked off in annoyance to do as asked.

———————————

“I suppose I’m expected to not let a warlord speak down to one of my subordinates.” Vergo only commented rather deadpan when you were far enough away again. No other marines were now in earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not.” Doflamingo agreed. But he adjusted his red glasses, keeping his voice reasonably quiet all the same as he smiled one of his rarest kinds, a genuine one. They wouldn’t have long. “It’s good to see you, partner.”

“Yes. It’s been a while, Doffy.” Vergo’s voice changed just slightly too, much more familiar. Like one brother speaking to another really, despite the power only going one way between them. “Things still progressing well in Dressrosa?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Doflamingo answered with some satisfaction. “It’s getting easier every day. The dwarves started cooperating far better once we got a hold of their princess.”

“It’s good you can finally depend on the other officers enough to travel more freely again.” 

“Yeah.” It really had been so long since the two of them had been together. It was unfortunate that their conversation had to be this short as Doflamingo went back to the matter at hand a few moments after. “So what do you think of her, Vergo?”

But his subordinate didn’t mind the brevity. He was here to serve as always. “She can operate on her own. But I can tell she’s too used to Tsuru’s rules. She seeks out direction and validation. She wants to be told what she’s allowed to do. Though that works in your favor somewhat I’d think.”

“To a degree. But she really pissed me off this morning. You learn anything else about her and Aokiji?”

“They were having breakfast together not long after dawn. I don’t know if they arrived to the mess hall together. But I could feel his haki change just from surprising him by interrupting. I would say he’s protective of her at least.”

“Clearly.” Doflamingo’s smile had faded at this additional tidbit of info. “But listen. I told her she can go out with him tonight. So don’t interfere anymore for now unless I tell you to.”

Vergo turned his head to look at his boss with just the slightest question.

“I know. It’s the opposite of what I told you a few days ago. I’m still not wanting them too close. But I need proof too. If he’s going to be a real problem or not. I want to see what happens.”

“Of course. As you wish, Doffy.” It’s not as if it really mattered. Doflamingo’s word was the only law. Motive had no real bearing.

“And she’s going to put in a request for time off at some point. Make sure that gets approved. She’ll be staying with me a few days at the Sabaody house.”

“Alright.” Vergo agreed.

And for a moment they were both silent. You had indeed found a notepad and pen and were heading back their way.

So there was only just the shortest time left if Doflamingo was going to get this off his chest to one of the handful of people he truly still trusted in this world. And it came out so plainly as his hands tightened within his pockets. 

“I like her, Vergo.”

“I can tell.” The other man answered so immediately, it left no question of how obvious this already was to those few that understood the Heavenly Demon.

But then that was it. The charade was back on as Vergo looked to you as you closed in. “Captain, please write the statement as dictated.” He instructed to you.

You looked less than thrilled for the abrupt secretary work, yet said nothing but, “Yes, sir.” Holding the notepad in one hand and the pen in the other expectantly.

The warlord leaned down towards you with a wicked smile too, hands still in his pockets. He’d get a whole lot less work done if you were the view in his office every day.

But he did give his statement to you then, easily switching gears to communicate in the legalese he knew the world government would require. Basically saying a lot while still saying so little. And admitting no personal wrongdoing of his own of course. He blamed it all on the previous ownership, and Disco’s incompetence as well.

He watched your rushed handwriting, amused as you were forced to keep up.

And when he was done, he had to add the flourish of an intentionally pretentious sounding. “Dictated, but not read.” But also the final bait to you as he looked directly into your eyes while requesting that final sarcastic signature, “Faithfully yours, Donquixote Doflamingo.”

You refused to be flustered in front of Vergo though, at least outwardly. Just handing the paper and pen to the Vice Admiral next for him to sign as witness.

“Well, it’s been fun. Enjoy filing that with Sengoku, sailors.” Doflamingo straightened up again then, seeing that there was no more real interaction to be had.

And he walked away at last, the other marines parting easily for him as he loomed over the majority of them in just height alone. He’d be in touch with both you and Vergo soon enough however. 

He’d traded his profits in the Charybdis war for you already hadn’t he by pulling out if it? And now these multiple slaves let go all just for one of you.

You were absolutely an investment by this point. Both in time, money, and mental energy.

Would it pay off?

Who the fuck knew. But it’d be entertaining at minimum to see how far this ship could sail.

———————————

By the time you’d finally gotten back to your quarters at Marineford, the sun had already set. And you were still hurting pretty badly to be true. But you were absolutely the talk of your peers, as you had been nearly all day now.

The word had gotten back from all the rookies off Vergo’s ship about how you’d led the evacuation of the “Employment Office” on Sabaody after finding some kind of violations there. The former slaves had been transported to Marineford at your and Vergo’s request, and then to the infirmary.

Their families were being contacted and they would be reunited with them as soon as feasible. And the merboy that had somewhat started it all in your mind had been the sweetest damn thing too once freed. You’d carried him yourself most the way as he’d still been so skittish of all your male colleagues. No doubt because they more resembled the slavers that had initially netted him.

It was definitely a team effort as always though. Once back on base, Aokiji had used his contacts to get approval for a coated marine ship to escort the boy back to Fish-Man Island this very same evening. And Hina had volunteered to help there too actually. Her going with that ship tonight to be someone you could trust, and another woman that the child wouldn’t fully fear as you’d gotten back to the barracks to shower and change when your own shift was over.

Your thighs were badly bruised, ribs and chest too from being slammed against Disco’s desk. You didn’t normally wear pants, but you had to tonight. Plus a turtle neck shirt to cover up Doflamingo’s bites across your throat. 

You’d still had to spend some extra time at the mirror too though. Trying to add concealer and foundation powder over the bruises still on your jawline that the turtle neck couldn’t reach. Marks from Doflamingo’s fingertips when he’d first whipped your head back and squeezed there in his initial ambush.

And this was such a dichotomy still. Being talked about like a real hero of the moment, even as you hid the majority of the abuse you’d really exchanged for those false accolades.

When you were ready in these civilian clothes though, you had just been opening the door to go into the hallway as you startled.

Aokiji, or Kuzan really as he was actually now in black slacks and a dress shirt himself, was standing right there in front of you. He’d been about to knock when you’d flung the door open.

“Holy crap,” You thwacked him once in the abdomen in retaliation for the scare. “Don’t do that!”

He backed up one large step, but you could see the smile he was trying to hold back. “Well who did you think I was? I told you I’d meet you.”

“I thought you meant outside!” You retorted.

And even as you stepped out of your quarters to join him in the hallway, other sailors were walking through. A girl you only barely knew actually winked at you as she skirted behind Kuzan’s tall frame in her way.

He didn’t see what came next though as she looked back and mouthed to you.

Lucky!

They thought he was your date of course. And you didn’t know, maybe friends could go on dates? He had mentioned that a couple more of his friends who had just made port tonight would be joining you anyway. It’s not like it’d just be the two of you.

———————————

Marineford was more than just a marine base of course. There was a whole other section just devoted to civilian contractors, the families of other marines, and those slices of life that were necessary to still be a self sufficient island. Stores, restaurants, and even a dance hall to name a few things. Though you prayed this romp would not end up anywhere with dancing involved. Your body just wouldn’t be able to deal with that right now.

You’d kept at Kuzan’s side though. There were little shuttles that ran sailors and civilians from all parts of the island. But there was still a lot of walking to be had regardless.

“Full moon.” He commented then, glancing skyward in brief appreciation of that nighttime view as you and he had cut through another side street. Just at the right angle to now see that white orb framed over a fountain at the nearby intersection.

“Bad night to be a Mink.” You yawned without meaning to.

He looked at you as he quipped back. “Or worse to be the victim of a Mink?” 

Yet you saw his eyebrow raise at the tired look you still gave in return. 

“You going to make it there, Captain?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” You lied. Though in all honesty it was more the mental drain that was worse. You fought strong pirates, bandits, and whoever else all the time. This wouldn’t be the first or last time that you’d be getting over injuries. It was just everything else that had gone off the rails now. You had no idea what to expect anymore.

“You know…” Kuzan said then, still glancing at the sky as a darker cloud had begun moving over the bright moon. “Master Zephyr used to tell us that the only marines who publicly showed their exhaustion were either the lazy ones-“ He smiled with some nostalgia there. “He meant me of course.” But then he looked back to you. “Or the ones who were among comrades that they felt safe enough to drop their guard with.”

You paused, looking up at him as the two of you now stood near that decorative fountain at the meeting of these streets. 

Of course he wanted you to open up a little more didn’t he? He knew there was something going on with you. But as much as that realization of him trying to figure it out should have stressed you further, somehow you still smiled at him. “You’re so corny sometimes.”

He gave you a look that said he’d been told that more than once too before sighing. “And you’re still as hard headed as they come.”

You slid closer to his side a little, bumping him with your shoulder somewhat playfully before starting to walk on.

“Buy me a drink. Or three. And then we can talk about the moon and the stars all you want, Admiral.”

It was a diversionary tactic to be true, but he didn’t seem to mind. You heard his genuine chuckle as he followed behind you to the restaurant.

———————————

This place was new like he’d said. And very crowded tonight as the two of you were almost pressed together as you snaked through the loud conversations and people already grouped up here and there.

Several sailors acknowledged him as always as you passed them. Either actual friends of his, or just rookies excited to see an admiral out here in the wild casually amongst the rank and file.

It wasn’t until you’d almost gotten to the table that he’d reserved, that some more sailors had parted from where they’d been talking and you saw Tashigi’s face light up as she stood to wave in greeting.

And maybe it was because of everything else already weighing you down, but you honestly took a moment to make the connection. You had started to wave back, with that split second of being glad to see her here existing before the realization of who she was always with had had you stop so suddenly.

Enough so that Kuzan ran into your back and had to put his hands on your shoulders to rebalance himself as you and Smoker made eye contact from across that table.

The true surprise in Smoker’s resulting expression made it perfectly clear that this had indeed been a trap for you both.

“Easy now.” You heard Kuzan’s voice immediately, his hands actually tightening on your shoulders since he was already against you anyway. He’d felt that immediate tension and wasn’t about to let you do something stupid again here.

Smoker was scowling now himself, but said nothing at first as Kuzan still ushered you to the table for you all to sit together.

It was then you and Kuzan, and Tashigi and Smoker at the four seater table as silence hung for a moment even in the still noisy atmosphere of the restaurant.

Smoker looked to Kuzan eventually though, rightfully accusatory and still somewhat taken aback. “…The hell are you trying to do, Kuzan? You didn’t say a thing about this!”

Tashigi was now holding her own hands nervously clasped together on the table before she blurted out. “It was my idea!”

“What!?” Smoker’s head whipped around to glare at her too beside him.

“Which I agreed to.” Kuzan answered easily. “Because you two have to get over this. Whether it’s now or later. So it might as well be now.”

You were just staring down at the table by then though, as if that wood grain now held the mysteries of life itself as you felt your stomach twisting.

“Before it’s on the battlefield and an enemy uses it against you! We have to be able to trust each other with our lives don’t we!?” Tashigi pleaded in an abrupt addition.

“Since when are you so tactical!? Don’t be over dramatic!” Smoker grunted back at her.

And the tit for tat went on for a bit longer than that too. Tashigi and Smoker now arguing, and Kuzan occasionally commenting in agreement with Tashigi. But in all the back and forth, you hadn’t said a thing.

You never even looked up. Not until a gentle touch met your hand in your lap. 

The shock of that was enough to make you realize just how close you’d been to actually becoming emotional here in front of everyone before you glanced back up to Kuzan. Your eyes were stinging slightly, though no tears had come.

And he squeezed your hand just a single time before he let it go again.

The others probably hadn’t even seen it, the gesture having happened beneath the table as you took a breath and were then able to speak again.

“It’s fine. I get it.” You said to all of them now. “People break up every day. Of course I’d still have your back when out in the field. That doesn’t change. But can we get some drinks already?”

And maybe Smoker did catch the odd waver still in your voice then. Because his scowl faded quite a bit at that, and you could feel the way he was watching you again.

There’d been a time not so long ago when you could have elicited much more positive emotions from that man than just this most basic level of human empathy. But maybe that was gone forever.

It’s not like you didn’t have enough to already be overwhelmed with anyway as you could still feel that warmth that had creeped into your chest just at Kuzan’s touch.

An entirely ironic thing on its own for how chilled his hand had really felt tightly against yours in that brief moment.

Yes, you were now absolutely going to over do it tonight. You knew that just as sure as anything. Because you wanted every shot, and every full glass that you could stand to dull this train wreck already in process.

———————————

At the least though, you and Smoker hadn’t made things intolerable for everyone else the rest of the night. But the two of you could both really get into alcohol when pressed, and had done so heavily now.

Even though Kuzan and Tashigi both knew unhealthy over indulgence when they saw it, this was also about the best way this could have gone down. You were both too stubborn and too prideful to make amends any other way.

So the drinks had just kept coming, almost as if you were both trying to outdo one another. There’d been food in there somewhere too. But you couldn’t even remember the taste of it by the time you were then holding onto Kuzan’s arm in order to leave the restaurant and bar a few hours later.

You had heard him offer to help Tashigi with Smoker too. But she said they were actually still docked in the harbor and supposed to sail again at first light. So it made more sense for them to return to their ship rather than the barracks now.

Some others from Smoker’s crew had been nearby and were then helping escort him alongside the contrastingly sober Tashigi back to port.

You didn’t think you’d even seen her drink anything more than a mocktail and water all night actually as she congratulated you yet again on the whole slave freeing debacle.

Smoker had paused to tell you goodbye as well though. Even if he wasn’t quite walking straight anymore. “Take care of yourself, alright? …I’m sure I’ll see you.”

“Yeah,” you’d said. Even as you felt Kuzan hug your waist with one arm to keep you from slipping down again. It wasn’t an angry parting as just exes this time at least. It kind of felt like a real goodbye more than anything. “See you around, Smoker…”

And there was finally almost a sadness in it as you saw the way he looked at you one last time. 

But it was what it was as you tried not to think of all the other bar nights where you and he would have just ended up passing out together after stumbling to your quarters or his. Then getting up in the morning, still smelling like cigars and booze before heading into the shower together for some rough wake up sex to help push those dueling hangovers away.

You two sure hadn’t hated each other then. And really, you didn’t now either. But it just couldn’t work, knowing how he really felt about your ambitions. And there was no more reason to waste one another’s time to pretend any different.

You and Kuzan were now going one way, and Tashigi and Smoker another.

Unlike Tashigi though, Kuzan had also drank his fair share, but nothing extreme like you and Smoker had.

You could smell the alcohol on the admiral, but it was almost pleasant. Some nice aged drink he’d been nursing all night even as you had swapped more between vodka and shots. 

He had the duty of still being your compass too as you both walked on.

And when you’d nearly tripped again, you did your best to still apologize to him. “Sorry...I know it sucks babysitting me.”

But he still had that wry smile. “You were just trying to get the demons out. Trust me, I know how it goes.” Yet he looked amused a bit now too. “I haven’t seen Smoker pound them back quite that fast in a while either. Man’s going to be in a lot of pain come tomorrow.”

“And there’s supposed to be a squall coming out there.” You replied. Because oh yes, bad hangovers on rough seas were their own kind of special hell.

You both laughed some then, having been there, done that more times than you’d care to admit. 

But when you leaned more into him, just steadying yourself as you walked together, he had quieted again.

For a few more streets it went on like that too, walking with his arm around you for support. It did feel safe. 

It felt almost right.

“(Y/N).” Kuzan said carefully after a while more though, and you realized he was looking up at the moon a little again. “If you were having trouble with something…if you weren’t okay, you know I’d help you right?”

“Hmm?” You murmured in question to his own. Not trying to avoid anything really, just not clear in mind enough now as you rested your head against him when he’d stopped.

His unique body heat had always been a strange thing to you. It was there, but only on the surface. Because he still had a heartbeat and flowing blood like anyone else of course. But if you pressed against him further, really leaned into him, it was that colder chill you could start to feel. Like a second comforting layer that was hard to explain.

“I’m never okay, Kuzan.” You said with your cheek now against the soft fabric of his shirt. That cool feeling was still there, just as expected.

Some things just couldn’t be forgotten.

And you felt him move. He’d gone from just one arm around your waist to support and guide you, to both now around you as if he really thought you were going to fall down.

The night felt even a little colder then too, but you liked it. You always had when he let you get as close as this.

His hand had left your waist soon after though to move under your chin. And so very gently then, he turned your head so that you knew he was looking at the heavier makeup there which you’d so rarely wear. Makeup to cover the bruises that you hadn’t had at breakfast with him this morning.

But he didn’t say anything. And so close like this, you could smell the alcohol a bit stronger on him now.

Had he just looked at your lips? Yes, he absolutely had. And you felt something flutter inside of you.

But when he’d leaned in, his arms only tightened around you in a true hug.

“It’s getting late. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

———————————

And he hadn’t asked you anymore questions after that. You had really started to feel nauseous just outside the barracks though. 

It was a false alarm however, even as you bent over near the bushes with Kuzan patiently holding your hair just in case until that awful feeling had subsided again.

A gloriously kind scene you likely wouldn’t have to remember as he had steered you back to your door in the corridor soon after.

And as you leaned on your own doorframe as if it was the only thing still tethering you to the ground in this moment, he’d still managed a smile at you.

“I suggest sleeping on the floor tonight. Probably beside the toilet actually.”

“Yeah…” You somewhat agreed. But “Thank you.” was all that came out next as you looked at him seriously.

And it was that odd feeling again.

You felt like his eyes were saying that he didn’t want to leave. Even as he stepped back away. “You’re welcome. Now get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you’re still alive.”

The words were simple, yet significant all the same as you’d nodded in affirmation before disappearing behind your closing door.

Friends could call friends. It still wasn’t necessarily what it felt like even as you collapsed onto your bed, boots and jacket still on as you fell quickly into much needed sleep.

———————————

There was no real sense of time after that. Whether it’d been an hour or three, you only knew that you’d been dreaming something. 

That fantasy dissipating into the noise of your transponder snail now ringing persistently.

“Fuck…” You weren’t all the way awake until you’d fully impacted the ground. Your leg twisted in your blanket as you’d fallen while trying to get off the bed. 

The snail went teetering over as well as it and the receiver slid across the floor.

It was a weird stretch and crawl you’d had to do then, leg still tangled in the fabric as you picked up the receiver and put it to the side of your face. 

You were laid out fully then, on the floor as Kuzan had recommended you do to start with as you spoke tiredly. “Hello?”

“Did you just throw the goddamned phone?” A much more lucid voice came immediately taunting from the other end.

And your eyes opened into the darkness of your bedroom at that, staring at nothing as you tried to understand.

You started to say his name in surprise too, but he was still much faster.

“Ah, don’t be so rash. This isn’t a secured line, angel.”

Your eyebrows had lowered all the same. Your mind in disbelief. “How did you…”

But Doflamingo laughed anyway, as if that alone wasn’t one of the most identifiable sounds you’d ever heard. “All the things that I’m capable of, and you’re going to be amazed that I can read a public phone directory? I told you I’d be in contact.”

But this soon? 

You curled up a little on the floor then, his voice echoing a bit to you with your already significant headache.

“You woke me up,” You complained.

“I can tell.” Though he already sounded curious too. Even now, that light slur in your words was apparent, and more than just from the sudden sleep interruption.

“Are you actually drunk, woman?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation.

You could hear a little growl, a pleased sound really as even your snail formed an indulgent smirk on its lips in response.

“Naughty girl. So you’re alone then?”

He wasn’t stupid. He knew you wouldn’t be talking like this if you weren’t. But again you still answered. “Yes.”

You didn’t have the ability to properly deal with with him right now. In fact, you were still out of it enough to wonder if this was even reality as you closed your eyes again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” His dark voice stated next though, and with a tone that implied you were somehow responsible for this problem.

“And?…” What were you supposed to do about it?

“This bed is cold.” He insisted a little more, making sure you understood his meaning.

But was he really…no, there was no way he was just calling because he was horny again was he? Literally, he had already had his dick in you this morning. And you had had your hand around him after too, stroking that damned weapon of a cock until he’d coated your hand completely when he’d cum.

Wasn’t that enough for you to be left alone for at least a night? Even your drunk brain recognized this additional red flag in the sea of them that he’d already put out. Were you supposed to be at his beck and call anytime he had an urge?

“Are you calling me because you already think this is all I’m for? That I just bedhop at every opportunity or something?” You grumbled, the alcohol really helping this bit of new indignation even as you opened your eyes to stare at the snail.

And when the warlord didn’t have an instant comeback to that, you kept on. “I’m tired of just getting passed to the next guy…” Kuzan had broken up with you before even a year, Smoker just after two. Your track record wasn’t the greatest right now. 

And it was absolutely drunken rambling by this point, but it didn’t make it any less true in your mind at least as you finished with, “And you’re just going to do the same I’m sure…fuck me around a while and then throw me away, right?”

“Is that really all you’re worried about?” His voice did respond then, having indulged you just enough to let you leave yourself even more vulnerable for what came next.

“But who said I was like them? I’m the one calling now to check in on you aren’t I? I’m the one who can’t sleep because I know I didn’t give you everything you wanted today.” But you could hear the grin on the other side. “How bad does it still hurt by the way?”

You made an incredulous noise, He was an absolute ass when he wanted to be. “Believe me, it hurts.” Whether he meant the pain of where he’d torn you though, or the fact that every guy you gave yourself to just kept dumping you didn’t matter. “And what was it that I supposedly wanted?”

“Pleasure. Attention. Praise.” He answered so smoothly.

“I think you’re talking about yourself.” You retorted, though feeling more flustered at even just the way he was saying those words. His voice could be like silk…it was disturbing the effect it still had.

“Yes, we’re similar in at least a few ways.” He actually agreed. But your resistance didn’t hamper him from playing the games he wanted to, when he wanted to either. “You know what I’m wearing right now, woman?”

And of course you felt the heat in your face with that abruptly lewd tone. But oh no, absolutely not. You were not about to do this on an unencrypted marine snail. And you couldn’t say his name as you tried unsuccessfully to redirect him. “Stop it, they might actually listen to these calls you know!”

He laughed. “Let them. You think you’d be the first marine to talk dirty to her boyfriend assigned on another island? I’d bet that’s the majority of the calls into and from those barracks actually.”

“Oh, so you’re my boyfriend?” You scoffed, just mocking him in return. And hoping the childishness of it all would ruin his mood. He’d taunted your feelings enough already today.

But he didn’t care, rolling with it easily as he still let it get even more personal. “Why not? You want me to say you’re my favorite right now? Fine. You’re my favorite. Because you couldn’t piss me off so much if you weren’t. You couldn’t have me hard even in my fucking sleep if you weren’t.”

“You’re so full of shit.” You said defensively, but your expression not matching your words as that heat that had been just in your face now spread into your chest.

It wasn’t fair. You were tired, you were drunk, and whatever had been happening with Kuzan earlier had already had you questioning so many things.

How truly stupid would you be to ever believe you were at all special to either man though. If Kuzan had wanted you, wouldn’t he have never let Smoker have you at all?

And if Doflamingo truly wanted you instead, it still would never be anything more than being used like a plaything. As if you’d even be his only one either. A charismatic asshole like this probably had multiple bedwarmers just like you spread out on every island on the Grand Line.

But he didn’t retort immediately. Surprisingly calm then as it sounded like he was stretching actually. And your extremely unhelpful brain was already imagining his long, lean body lazily splayed in a fancy bed somewhere in response.

Was he in the dark too? There was just the faintest moonlight coming through the blinds at your window. You could picture that as well, the moonlight making contrasts across his exposed chest or abdomen.

You’d never seen much else of him in truth. He’d always stayed dressed. Only his shirt unbuttoned and pants loosened just enough to get the job done.

You’d never seen his broad shoulders, his back muscles, his thighs…

Probably as tan and perfect as the rest of him. Somehow you just couldn’t picture any scars on that man if you ever really got to see it all.

And only his leading voice interrupted your bit of fantasizing there. Though of course not making anything any better as he still sounded so enticing. “And what makes you think I’m not capable of playing a longer game anyway?” He asked then.

“Well…you’re you.” You said, clearly running out of proper retorts by now.

“Which means what? That I only fuck and run? Time is money too you know. And I don’t waste either. How much money have I already blown on you now?”

He was quiet for just a little after though, not really expecting you to answer that. And you saw the snail wasn’t really smiling anymore. “You know I’m not letting you go back to sleep until you admit that I’m right.”

“Right about what?” You did question back then, but still much less assertively now.

“That you want me too obviously. And that it’s stronger than what you feel with him.”

He wasn’t joking. You tried to not look as surprised as you felt though. You knew how much the snails mimicked every look or doubt on their own faces.

But was that what was really keeping him awake then? He was still this stressed about Kuzan? The realization hit you pretty hard as you tried to understand it.

If you’d been fully sober, you probably would have remembered that a hallmark of controlling or abusive people was often how very insecure they actually were deep down. That they tried so hard to erase their own weaknesses through that outward display of confidence and cruelty.

It didn’t excuse their negative behavior, but it often accompanied it.

“Of course I want you,” You just breathed out in frustration though. What good would it do to pretend otherwise? It’s not like you knew how to hide it when alone with him. But you may have gone too far as well as you also finally admitted. “I don’t think about him when I take care of myself at night you know. It’s been you every time since that day.”

You heard him take a breath, and there was no question that he knew exactly what you meant. And just as you’d thought it would for all those nights that you’d played with yourself, this new information goaded him immediately.

“Fuck, woman. You should have called me.” He sounded needy and freshly irritated all at once.

As if you’d even known his number. He must be assuming you could have pulled the warlord files to get it. As if you would have risked doing that right now.

But his mind was now latched onto your confession of course as he only wanted to know more.

“Just your hand then? Or do you keep toys in your room?” His breathing was changing a little more too as he tried to coax these private details from you.

It made you feel more flustered as well in how quickly you were already learning his patterns. Even over the phone now, you knew the change in his sound when he was starting to get hard for you.

“Just my hand…on the outside. I’ve still been sore since the first time.” Sore from the basement in Mariejois. Which you both knew whose fault that was.

You tried not to glance at the snail now for the completely lustful look it was giving you. You really hoped the damn things dissociated from what they had to hear at this point.

Though you were also sure that Doflamingo was right that you were far from the only couple who had these kinds of conversations from the barracks.

“Then touch it like that now,” He ordered you to do it again. “Make it wet for me. I want to hear what I’ve been missing out on.” 

His voice had dropped into that even more seductive range if that was possible. And as annoyed as you were, still fully dressed here on the floor, you did feel that damnable twinge beginning fresh between your legs at his urging.

“You’re relentless.” You told him. Even as you started undoing your belt.

There was his chuckle again, but you heard him give a little grunt too. You knew what he already had his hand around.

But if this was how it was going to be, he needed to set the scene for you as well. Was your previous imagination correct? Fair was fair.

“Where are you anyway?” You asked, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants then as you lifted enough to slide them off of your hips.

“At the house that I asked you to come to. Here in my bed with nothing but a smile on, lover.” His breathing had fully changed enough that he was roughly stroking himself now for sure.

And you didn’t know if he was ever going to decide on just one thing to call you. He seemed to enjoy having a nickname for you for every occasion at this point.

But that one was new. And it really hit somehow as you slipped your fingers into your underwear.

“Lover, huh?” You asked, making clear that it had had an affect as you leaned back onto the floor and started spreading your legs for him.

“You like that, don’t you?” He further indulged. “It’s what you are now though…you know that right? You’re mine. Just like that swollen clit I bet you’re petting. It all belongs to me now.”

And you were rubbing it. Staying away from the true entrance, but teasing that bundle of nerves on the outside as you pretended it was his tongue between your legs again.

You did make a soft sound of arousal before you could stop yourself as your hips moved.

“I want you here.” Was what you confessed even on top of this after a while, pride vanishing the more your body continued to heat up. Even the hangover headache wasn’t enough to counteract what was happening to you now.

He actually groaned at that too. And you could hear his bed starting to creak from over the phone, he was thrusting unabashedly into his own hand then. “I know, I know. Fuck…I want it too. I want to feel you.” It sounded like you were torturing him in that instant as well with what he couldn’t have.

Of course even for a warlord, breaking into Marineford, the home of not only marine HQ but Sengoku and all three of his admirals in the middle of the night was a huge ask.

An impossibility really as he let out another moan for you. “I want you on this cock. You squeeze it so goddamn perfect when you are. I won’t rip that cunt next time, woman…I’ll take care of it until you’re begging me for more. Begging me to cum and fill you again. I swear-” His breath hitched once more and he actually laughed without being able to stop himself, the pleasure sounding so intense.

And by then you had completely dampened your underwear, rubbing your fingers rhythmically between your now slick folds in companionship to his voice.

“Please.” Yes, everything he said was what you wanted him to do to you. But when? How long until you could really see him again? You rocked your own hips harder with that need beginning to crest.

“Say it again,” he growled hungrily. He was clearly already so close to his own release. It couldn’t be helped. You drove him to the edge just that quickly.

And it was pathetically short for you as well as your thighs already tensed and even your torn center clenched at what was only there in your imagination. That was already the first orgasm, with an even deeper one building behind it.

“Please…” You knew you couldn’t say his name, even as desperately as you wanted to then. “I want you to do it.” So you tried another name, not knowing what else to do. But knowing what he wanted to hear. “Cum in me, baby. Please.”

“Yes…goddamn. Fuck it, that’s it. That’s it, fuck me,” And his voice was shaking as you heard him gasp as he came hard.

It made you tremble too, those deep contractions going off inside of you one after another, trying to pull in something that wasn’t even there as you whined for him.

You could hear his deep breathing too as he lingered as long as he could on that natural high.

And when you had both finally settled, an almost warm chuckle emanated from that phone.

“It’s all over me. Hell, woman. You’re supposed to be here to lick it off.” And you heard his bed creak again as if he was shifting to look at what he’d done. “It got all the way up to my chest. Damn.”

He was complaining, but he wasn’t. His voice still sounded all too satisfied as he added.

“It may even be in my hair. Fuck you, woman. I have to sleep in this now.” The snail was smiling so wide.

“Just take a shower, asshole.” Somehow you knew you could get away with this right now as you wiped your own wet fingers off on your blanket on the floor. You were actually smiling too. Only real smiles were contagious you knew.

And you were right on that new lightness in his mood as he made an exaggerated sound after, like wanting your pity. He was actually being playful with you. “No, fuck that. The shower’s too far. I’m tired now.”

“Then suffer I guess.” You said, pulling that same blanket closer to you to curl up in it for real.

“I will.” He answered, and it sounded like he was getting comfortable as well. He really was just going to sleep in the mess he’d made and worry about it later apparently.

If you had been together in the same room right now, you wondered if he would have kicked you from his bed though. What kind of man was he when it came to that? 

Once he’d had his way with someone, did he want to share his bed at all when the deed was done? Would he have held you right now? He had held you a little in Disco’s office. But, that wasn’t really the same as sleeping side by side.

“Sober up and get some rest,” He spoke again though, and he did sound more lethargic there. “I’ll be back out of town for a while. But it’ll work out. Next time I see you, your little hole will be healed and we’ll do this properly, face to face. Deal?”

How was he so good at this though? It seemed impossible that the same man that had practically tortured you this morning by trying to break you in half over the edge of Disco’s desk was now making you desperately wish you were wrapped up in this blanket together. All in the span of a single day he’d shown you both sides of himself again.

“Yeah. You’re going to tell me when to put in for shore leave?” You asked

“I will.” He assured.

“Good night then I guess.” How else were you supposed to end this call? Still feeling needy, but a bit confused as to the reasons for it as you readied to hang up the snail.

“Good night, lover. Thanks for the help. I’ll be in touch.” And it wasn’t mocking at all then, not even a little as you heard the click of the line disconnect.

Your snail immediately closed its eyes, content to return to the sleep the two of you had so rudely kept it from. So you placed the receiver back on top of its shell, then truly alone again in the dark.

But you still felt warm, with a very special kind of dread within that too. 

Lovers? Was that supposed to be any better than just a random fling? Was it supposed to mean something to you? You didn’t know all the nuances here. Either you were with someone or you weren’t.

He didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else now though. You’d gathered that much. But, were there any rules for him? Or could he still pick up any and everyone he wanted?

Whether there would ever be any implied fidelity here was too much to really think about for long though. 

You decided to just let it go for now. Back to fantasizing of being held by your particular choice of warlord, falling to sleep as everything slipped away to dreams again.

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Nosebleed Section // Jake Seresin

Part One: Like Brother like Brawler

Summary: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin & Y/n ‘Brawler’ Abbott have only one thing in common. They suck at communicating their feelings. So when a bar fight breaks out? Things start to bubble to the surface.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, assault, bar fight. Jake x f!reader. Angst, long pinning.

Author Note: Part Two is Linked Here. I wrote this at work thismorning when I should have been actually working. This has no relation to strictly scandalous but since y’all are getting the content today you may as well have some angst.

Jake Seresin liked to put out into the universe that he was some reincarnated version of a Greek Adonis. With a simple charismatic smile that could be seen from the hubble space station and perhaps a drink or two in him while he pretended to listen to whatever conversation he’d struck up with his latest squeeze, he’d end up with the girl–nine times out of ten. It was inevitable. Some people liked to knit in their down time, hell he knew Bob liked to do impossible puzzles while Fanyboy geeked out over Star Trek or Star Wars or Battlestar Galactica. Regardless of whatever ‘Star’, he knew he liked to geek.

Jake Seresin however liked to hunt. Women that is. He liked to single out a woman for the night, usually dealers' choice. But what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted for once? Usually his friends would scuff him off, not caring whatever pickle their obnoxiously over-galavant colleague has ended up in. but this one particular time? It had steam coming out of your ears as you sip the rest of your drink and watch the situation unfold before your very eyes.

“He looks uncomfortable, Bradshaw.” You bump into Bradley who's trying to focus on his shot. Leaning over the pool table to get a better angle at the ball he’s eyeing off. “That girl’s got her hands all over him.” It wasn't an unusual sight, but what was unusual was the way Jake was side eyeing you as a call for help. His hands up as he tries his best to back out of the situation before something else happens he's not okay with. But he’s stuck, he can't get out from the corner near the dart board. She's got him trapped on his stool, standing between his legs. “Should we rescue the damsel in distress before it gets outta hand?”

“Hangman's a big boy, he can take care of himself–” Rooster shook your worry off like it was water rolling off his back. “Ease up Brawler.”

But you couldn't not shake the feeling that the situation Jake found himself in was consuming him. In over his head for once. Keeping a close eye on the way the girl's hands roamed his body as she tried to kiss him–Jake just wasn't into it, trying to push this girl away that just wouldn't get the message. The final straw that had you finishing your beer and shoving the pool cue into Roosters chest before he could stop you from making strides across the Hard Deck with fire in your eyes was when you saw her hand graze up his thigh and land into his crotch–Making Jake jump back on his stool with wide eyes.

Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but when he was hitting on whoever he had his eyes on for the night he was always respectful of their boundaries. He knew the difference between not wanting a fucking bar of his bullshit and flirting just to get a rise. This girl however, god she couldn't hit water if she fell out of a goddamn boat.

“Hey!” You shouted. Fist balling at your side. “Hey! You need a hand Seresin or you good?” You asked as you made your way over, the look in Jake's eyes said it all. He was thankful for your efforts to come and drag his sorry ass out of the situation he found himself in. The only one who seemed to give a shit.

“I’m—“ He was going to say that he was happy to see you, happy that you’d come over because he wasn’t sure how to actually get out of the situation he found himself in. Sure it wasn’t the he didn’t find the girl still pressed up against him attractive. No. But he’d been into the idea of getting to know you a little more recently and fuck he wished he’d started that pursuit earlier. But he didn’t get a chance to speak because his not so appropriate companion was interrupting.

“He’s fine, we’re gonna get outta here in a minute.” The blonde turned over her shoulder to entertain you with a smirk. “You can come with us if you want, or not, I don't mind–but I'm taking your friend here home.”

“Is that what he wants to do?”

“Does it really matter what he wants when he looks an Adonis and has already fucked half the bar—?” Oh. She didn’t just say that.

“Oh fuck–” Roosters watching with panic rising in his chest as he watches the blonde laugh in your face, knowing you’re gonna blow your top any second. “Payback, nights over.”

“What why?” Paybacks just turn to Rooster who's taking off in your direction. “It's not even midnight yet?” Trust you and Hangman to ruin New Years Eve.

“Midnight enough.” Rooster shouted over his shoulder. As he does he sees you twist your hand up into the girl's hair, pulling her away from Jake who’s sat perched on his stool gobsmacked as you drag his assailant off of him. Fumbling with her in your grasp before you swing a nasty right hook into her jaw. Blood splattering from her mouth as she stumbles and comes at you with claws sharper than your whitt.

“Fucking bitch–” You hiss as shes clawing at your face, shoving her back into a mirror that shatters on impact as he press her against the wall. Grinding her against the rough interior like grated cheese. “Touch him again, I dare you.”

“Holy shit, chick fight!” Fanboys hollering from the table him, Bob and phoenix are sitting at having a peaceful dinner. “That's Brawler! Fuck–”

“Of course it is.” Bob’s turning in his chair with wide eyes. God he hates it when you get like this, far too much like his brother Rhett. The black sheep of the family, Bob would rather settle down and do a nice crossword puzzle than have his knuckles bloodied and bruised. You and Rhett however seemed to both have affinity for beating people up. He couldn't deny that either of you didnt start something you couldn't finish. “She’s gonna end up behind bars one day if she keeps going like this.”

“Well, at least the call signs accurate.” Phoenix just sighs as she wipes her mouth, standing on her feet to go and help Rooster and Hangman break up the bar fight. “Can't take her anywhere.”

“What is your problem!?” The woman you've got pinned to the ground screams as you lay another fist into her mouth. She's crying, it makes you smirk a bloodied grin down at her. “You psycho bitch!”

“You touched what’s mine, I don't take well to sharing.” You hissed as you felt arms wrapping around your torso, kicking and screaming you whaled out to be let go. “Get off me! Let me at her! Ill fucking gut her like a fish!”

“Ease up Y/n! She’s down!” Jakes got you pressed against his chest as he held you back, still trying to lunge at the blonde who was bloodied on the ground at his feet. “She's down.”

“She touched you–” You spat, still seeing red as Jake dragged you out of the hard deck still kicking and screaming. “She fucking had it coming!!!” Jake doesn't know what to do when Rooster and Phoenix follow him out, helping the girl who'd been giving him a hard time for the better half of the night stand on her own feet. His grip falters for only a mere few seconds and you're off again. Tackling the women down the front stairs into the sand–landing one final punch before Rooster is tossing you over his shoulder.

“BRAWLER ENOUGH! Fuck you’re gonna kill her!” He shouted with enough gusto that it's breaking through the haze that's clouded your better judgement. That and the alcohol in your system.

Everyone watches from either the windows or the front deck as Rooster puts you down, eyeing you off as your gaze drops to the girl crying in the sand–her friends finally coming to her aid with panic just oozing from their pores. Jake can’t register what's going on for the life of him, he’s seen you go at it a time or two, usually trying your luck with some older fellow whos pissing Penny off or some girl whos more as likely to give you a venereal disease than a black eye, but never has he ever seen you go at it with someone over him.

“Believe me when I say if I ever see you here again I won't go so easy next time.” That's Rooster cue to drag you off from prying eyes as Penny makes her way out with the first aid kit. Jakes hot on Rooster's tail, finding you sitting on one of the picnic tables around the side.

“You gonna tell me what the fuck that shit was about?” Jake groans as he takes in the sight of you. Lip split–eye swollen, hair a complete mess under the dim light of the festoon lights hanging above. “Or are you just trying to get an aggravated assault charge put against you.”

“Don't push it Jake–” Rooster warns as he assesses the damage, he’s done this far too many times to count. He’s surprised in your amature career that you haven't been dealt a minor brain injury or suffered anything like internal bleeding. “You know damn well she was coming to your defence.”

“I had it covered.”

“Please, spar me the honry details Seresin you were practically about to be date raped.” You choked back a groan of agony as Rooster pressed his thumb into your rib, confirming what he thought to be true. “Ow! The fuck Bradshaw–”

“Probably just fractures, but an elbow to the ribs will do that.” He said sternly as he watched the cut on your forehead from the shattered glass leak fresh blood. “Be right back, don’t let her fucking move–” Bradley pointed a finger into Jakes sternum. “I'm gonna go get the med kit from Penny.” Silence fell between you and Jake as he came to sit beside you. Listening to the sound of the waves crash against the shore. Aggravated by the moon's push and pull.

“I did have it covered you know–”

“Looked like you were crying out for help when you caught my attention.” You had to get rid of the blood pooling in your mouth, leaning over to spit a glob of saliva and blood mixture into the sand. “S’okay Hangman, I won't tell anyone you were almost North Islands next Murder Mystery.” You teased. “That girl was gonna fuck you up and you know it.”

“Doesn't mean I needed you to go all Rocky Balboa on her.” Jakes bumping your shoulder with his, smiling softly as you both laugh for a second. “Bob’s gonna be pissed you know.”

“Bob’s just gonna have to deal with it–” it was a touchy subject, but a subject you were happy to discuss with Hangman. He just got you. “Don't call Rhett.”

“Wasn't gonna bother, last time I did he told me to send you back to Wyoming and I can't really have you doing that.” You had followed your older brother into the Navy only a few short years after he’d enlisted. You’d come off the back of your stock horse during a camp drafting event and never wanted to get on the back of another horse again. Still chasing the same high–You ended up flying F-18’s. “Who else is gonna beat the ever living shit out of the girls who just can't keep their hands off me?”

“Keep it in your pants Seresin, I'm not interested in whatever diseases you've picked up over the years.” You hissed as Jake moved his hand to fix your hair behind your ear, saturated in blood from the cut on your forehead. “You should see the other guy.” You murmured as your eyes lingered on his before dropping ever so quickly to his lips then back to his soft gaze.

“Sure you're not, that's why you jumped into the nosebleed section when you saw her touch my junk.” No. You’d jumped in because over the years you’d been stationed in North Island, you’d never felt a love like the love you had for Jake Seresin. Ever since He’d been called back for that one mission–You’d been all in from then. Bob could see it, so did Rooster. You’d been his wingwoman since right after you’d both been posted out on a more permanent basis.

“I was just saving her from whatever you've contracted, medical bills are expensive you know.”

“You say that as if you won't be taking a trip to the emergency department to get checked out there Brawler.”

“Oh I'm fine.” You sighed as you got down from the top of the picnic table much to Jake's dismay. He had a simple task to not let you leave. “I expect a slab of beer to be at my door by tomorrow–consider it my damsel in distress tax.” You taunted Jake as you hobbled away with your hand pressed to your ribs. “Tell Rooster I’m fine, gonna go sleep it off in the back of the Bronco, wouldn't wanna ruin new years anymore than need be.”

“I'd kiss you you know–” Jake’s voice was breaking through the silence as he sat still on the picnic table, watching with his elbows on his knees as you turned around to face him with a scowl. “But I don't wanna take advantage of the concussion I know you've got and that split lips looks killer.”

“Why the fuck would you wanna kiss me for?” You asked, challenging him to tell you more. In all his years in North Island Jake Sersin had never felt a love like he feels for you. But it just never clicked that you may have felt the same. Until tonight when you defended him and it hit like a freight train.

“Because you're the best person I know.” Jake started with something that probably wouldn't be too jarring to your equilibrium. “And I’ve been struggling with the idea that I’ve been falling in love with you ever since I met you but always thought you just saw me for what I let everyone see.”

“Struggling huh?” Jake didn't mean to offend you in any way, but it had missed the mark and hit a nerve that stung in your chest nevertheless. “Damn, maybe I do have a concussion, because I know you didn’t just say that.” You shrugged Jake off like he didn't just confess his love for you. “I know I don’t bring much to the table Jake—but girls like that? are the biggest fuck arounds you’ll ever meet.” You let the silence linger for a moment before you swallowed back tears that threatened to spill over at the thought of Jake struggling with the fact he had feelings for you, as if you couldn’t be loved. Never good enough. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled as much as your split lip would allow you to. “Stay away from Badge Bunnies–I'm not always gonna be there to fend 'em off.”

“Y/n–hold on, I didn't mean it like–” Jake sighed as he raced after you, but as he went to Rooster rounded the corner with the medical kit he’d stolen from Penny after she’d finished doing a quick first aid assessment on the girl you’d beaten half to death.

“I thought I told you not to let her leave?” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth as he watched you heading for his Bronco. “She good?”

“She’s gonna sleep it off.” They both watched as you climbed into bradleys bronco like you owned it. More often than not though it's where you ended up. Much to Bob’s own dismay, he’d always hated it how you and Rhett could sleep anywhere with anything. Much to like each other to relies how fucking idiotic you two really were. “Said she’s fine.”

“Yeah well, those girls talking about pressing charges.” Rooster groaned as he and Jake made their way back into the Hard Deck as you laid down with a grunt, using one of Bradleys Bomber jackets as a blanket. “Tried to smooth talk 'em but they won't budge.”

“Shit.” Jake just sighed as he rubbed a hand across his face, catching the look Bob was sending him through the window of the Hard Deck. “What the actually fuck man.”

“Hey, she said you needed help man, I didn't listen–maybe if I had this wouldn't have happened.”

“I was fine, I had it covered.” Jake pressed, he knew there had to be more to it than just you wanted to defend him. “She was gonna get into it with someone tonight, we all knew it.”

“Kinda stings knowing it was over you though huh?” Bradley smiled as he tapped Jake on the shoulder. Watching as his best friend just threw his head back in defeat.

“Like a bitch bro.”

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