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ellastone-olsen · 3 months

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hihihihi idk if youre accepting requests or not but if you are:

can you please do stripper!wanda x innocent!reader where reader's friend drags her to a nearby strip club to blow off steam. and reader is really innocent and is just sitting in the chair, slightly confused while watching the dancers do their thing on the pole. and reader is unknowingly eyeing one certain stripper (wanda) and wanda notices and comes over to reader. and reader's friend is teasing reader and telling wanda to give reader a lap dance when she comes over. and then wanda brings reader to like one of the private rooms in the back and like reader is realy inexperienced and awkward and tense. and then wandas there to like talk reader through it and reader's like REALLLY shy. okay woah thats a lot thank youuuuu take your time 💝

The art of eye contact - Wanda Maximoff

★Pairing: stripper!Wanda Maximoff x innocent!f!reader

Summary: your friend drags you to a strip club, what could happen there to such an innocent little thing like you?

★Warnings: little NSFW 18+, lap dance, grinding, pet names, a little fluff (sorry I can’t without fluff)

★Word count: 1.5k

★AN: hi anon! In general, my requests are closed, but I found this very interesting, so here we are. there was nothing about 18+ in the request and I decided to remove this part (well, almost). hope you’ll like it

The loud music and shining lights of the club were blinding as you sat shyly in your seat and looked somewhere at the floor. There was a can of soda on the table nearby. The people around are mostly men, but your eye notices some women who also came to watch the show. And only one question: what the hell are you doing here?

“Come on Y/N let’s go, I’ve been there more than once, maybe you’ll like it.” This is exactly what you heard from your friend half an hour ago, when you were sitting in her apartment and just playing online games. You came to her in a terrible mood because of a failed college exam and sought solace in this meeting. In the last couple of weeks, your nerves were on edge and all you need now was to let off steam after a series of failures. “Fucking shit, can’t you see they’re shooting at you!?” You told her angrily as she turned away from the laptop screen without following the game. You definitely needed another way to relax.

Despite your 21, you had never been to this kind of establishment and of all your friends, you were the most innocent person, not knowing what relationships and sex are. "Come on, let's go, don't be so boring." She insisted, "If you don't like it, then I give you permission to hit me." You took off your headphones and sighed. If you think so, then you were curious to visit the strip club. "okay." After that, within 10 minutes you were riding in a taxi to an address unknown to you.

Returning to the present time, you tried not to stare too much at all these people dancing at the poles, the clothes on them were becoming less and less every minute and your cheeks were flushed red. Your friend hit you with her elbow, signaling for you to look (she paid for the entrance and doesn’t want her money to disappear into the floor in which you are ready to make a hole with your gaze). You look up again and look at each dancer in turn until you reach her. To your right is dancing a woman with long red hair, which is pulled back into a messy bun with a shiny clip. Her top was already off, revealing a red fabric bra that did not hide the softness of her breasts. She was still wearing a long skirt that cut out to her hips, so you could see her legs, which seemed to be moving closer to you. Stop why is she coming to you.

While you watched as if under hypnosis, the stranger was already in front of you and grabbed the soda from your hand and put it on the table to put her hands on either side of you on the armrests. Her back arched and she made a small wave, so that her breasts were a few centimeters from your face, it seemed like you were ready to explode from what was happening. Her head tilted, her lips reached your ear so she could shout to you over the noise of the music, “I’m Wanda, nice to meet you.” In your opinion, people usually don’t get to know each other by sticking their almost bare breasts under the noses of strangers, but remember where you were and toss all the questions. In any case, all you did was nod and again direct your gaze somewhere to the side. It seemed that you had turned into a bundle of nerves and embarrassment.

Wanda took this as a sign that she needed to look for another client for the night, but your friend, who had been watching all this time from the side, took the redhead somewhere to the side and seemed to give her a bill and instructions on what to do.

"Where have you been?" You asked the girl as she approached with a sly grin, noticing how red you were. Why the hell did she bring you here and leave you to your fate? “I have another little gift for you that you’ve been eyeing so eagerly.” Was she teasing you? Defined. “What are you talking about, what kind of gift am I thinking enough for today.” Then your friend stepped aside and showed Wanda standing behind her. The girl leaned over so only you could hear, “I paid, so have fun.” You didn’t immediately understand what exactly she paid for, but Wanda’s sweet smile brought the idea to your brain and your eyes widened.

The redhead gently took your hand in hers and you obeyed (only out of curiosity) and followed her into the private rooms. When the red matte door closed and it became much quieter, you sat on the sofa with your hands on your knees and asked a question. “What exactly she told to do?” One of your knees is bouncing from the fact that you are shaking your leg trying not to be nervous. Your friend has already explained to the redhead what an innocent little thing you are, so the woman decided to first ask permission for some actions.

"She ordered a lap dance, but you're such a sweet girl that I was willing to do it for free just for you." She came up to you again and leaned in, so close that her breath was on your neck and you could smell the scent of her cherry perfume. “Can I sit on your lap honey?” Her soft sexy whisper drove you crazy and you squeaked in agreement. Immediately you felt the weight of her body on you, how her long legs in stockings wrapped around you and your core began to pulsate just from this. "What should I do? I…I never…” Wanda’s hips rocked and her core pressed against your stomach. “Oh I know baby, I can see it right away.” She giggled. “I’m sitting right on top of you, can you tell me your name?” Your head fell back and your hair fell into face, you really didn’t want to seem like what you were, namely the inexperienced mess right under her. “My name is Y/N.” Your hands grabbed the upholstery of the sofa, you didn’t know how to touch her, or whether it was possible at all.

Wanda's hands dropped to yours and placed them on her hips. “That’s it Y/N, you can touch me if you want.” Your head turned towards her and you finally looked into her big green eyes. It was so beautiful that no part of her body interested you as much as this. “Your eyes are so…lovely.” The woman seemed confused at these words. Her clients told her a lot, in particular something about her breasts or ass, but never before had anyone given her a compliment with such trepidation. “Oh, what a cute little thing you are Y/N.” She stood up on your knees, her hands reached for the clasp of her skirt, which she was still wearing, but you stopped her. “No, don't. I mean, you're so beautiful, you don't need to take your clothes off to prove it."

This was the third time you had confused her that night. Of course, your inexperience spoke to you, but you also didn’t want to do something so blatant with her, at least not right now. Although perhaps there was one thing that you wanted to get. “I...can you kiss me? That is, if you don’t want to or it’s forbidden, I don’t insist, but...” Her soft, full lips fell on yours without allowing you to finish, it seems that at these words the woman’s heart sank painfully. Her dark lipstick mixed with your cherry gloss and with every movement of your lips, your hands gripped her soft thighs tighter. “Wanda...” You wanted to ask, but she wasn’t done with you. When there was not enough air, she pulled away and turned her head away. “Sorry, it was not according to regulations.” You didn't understand why she was apologizing.

“No, no, everything is fine, at least... it sounds so stupid but... maybe you would like to get to know each other better and go on a date, for example?” You realized how naive it sounded, asking the girl from the strip club you had just met on a date. Surely everyone who was with her in this room made her such an offer.

Instead of words, the woman got up from you and you thought that the time that your friend had paid for was over, but after a few seconds she handed you a piece of paper with numbers. “Here, this is my number, text me in the morning if you don’t change your mind.” You took the small piece of paper from her hands and carefully placed it under your phone case.

For a minute you were in an awkward ringing silence. “Can I kiss you again?” You asked shyly. Even then, Wanda couldn’t refuse you.

When you left the private room and said goodbye, your friend immediately met you with questions about how everything went. You told her, not knowing that in this evening Wanda did not bring anyone else into the room where you were together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #wandanat #wandanat x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #mommy wanda #wanda marvel

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babyleostuff · 8 months

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my favourite person | joshua hong

prompt | i'm not a lot of people's favourite person

word count | 1.3k

genre | angst & (mostly) fluff

author's note | ugh i haven't written a longer fic like this in a while, i've missed this

Joshua was that type of person who never wanted to bother you with his own problems. He cherished you and your happiness way too much, so what would be the point in sharing his own worries with you?

He was a big boy, he could take care of himself, no matter how much he wanted to find peace and comfort in your arms.

You knew something was wrong, despite him insisting he was fine. You knew him like the back of your hand and something has been clearly bothering him.

His bright smile was gone and even if he did smile, it didn’t reach his eyes, like it usually did. He didn’t share any funny stories from the practice room, he went to bed without giving you your mandatory good night kiss and you woke up to his side of the bed cold and empty.

“Joshua, you really have to tell me if anything is bothering you,” you said and squeezed his arm. “I’m here for you.”

But the only response you got was a small smile and a “I’m fine darling. Don’t worry about me,” which didn’t make the case any better.

You decided to let it go and wait for him to come around. Especially, because he had a company dinner soon, which you hoped would cheer him up a bit.

Perhaps a talk with Jeonghan or Seungcheol wouldn’t hurt as well.

Leaving with a quiet goodbye and a kiss to your forehead (like he always did before leaving), made you hopeful you were slowly getting your Shua back.

Some of the boys posted a couple of pictures of them together, before the party even began and Joshua was in every single one of them.

He seemed fairly happy, but you knew very well he could have been pretending.

Nonetheless, you decided to put your phone away, there was no point in dwelling on whether he was fine or not.

He wouldn’t be coming back to your apartment tonight anyways, he never did after big parties. He was always afraid that he’d make too much noise and wake you up, so he always went back to his own place after a night of drinking.

Settling down for the night, you unawarely stroked the pillow on your boyfriend’s side, where his head would usually be. He had never told you this, but his heart always skips anytime you run your fingers through his hair, as a warm feeling settles in his tummy.

He was always convinced that love was an emotion that he’d never be able to describe, but the genuine care in your eyes and the happiness in your smile could make him talk about love for hours.

“Fuck.”

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your (Joshua’s) sweatshirt, trying to pick up where the sounds were coming from, while still being half asleep.

You stumbled out of bed, not so gently running into your dresser, while trying not to freak out over a thief who's probably robbing your apartment right now.

Finally, reaching the kitchen, you exhaled in relief as you saw that it was only your boyfriend, trying to take off his shoes.

But then you realised something. Why was he here? And then you realised something else.

He was definitely not sober.

Seeing your boyfriend drunk was nothing new, but seeing him wasted was something you thought you’d never get to see.

“Honey, are you okay?” you asked, quickly grabbing his hand to get his attention. You couldn't help thinking that something bad had happened, as his eyes were wide and he seemed almost… scared?

Shaking his head, he clumsily grabbed your other hand, putting them on his cheeks.

For a second you thought about calling Jeonghan. You’ve never seen your boyfriend in such a miserable state before and it was scaring you. The light in his eyes was gone and his beautiful face showed nothing but pain.

Nothing about this was good, but the worst was that you still had no idea what had happened.

As you got lost in your own thoughts, you felt something wet hitting your fingertips and that was when you realised Joshua was crying.

“Oh baby,” you whispered, as he collapsed into your arms. His sobs echoed through your quiet apartment, while his shoulder shook with every breath he took.

He held tightly onto you, almost as you were his lifeline - the only thing keeping him alive. Your own heart was breaking with every cry that he let out, the sound shattering any ounce of hope that you had that he’d be all right.

You lowered both of you to the ground, so you could sit in the dark curridor, illuminated only by the moonlight coming through the window.

Taking a shaky inhale, he put his head on your lap, while you gently stroked his head and placed small kisses on his forehead, to let him know that you were there with him.

“I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person.”

The not so comforting silence of your apartment was finally broken by your boyfriend, who seemed to have calmed down, even though he still struggled to take a deep breath.

“What did you say honey?” you said quietly, brushing his hair away from his face.

“I think I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person,” he repeated, slowly pushing himself up to seating.

You looked at his tired expression, wanting nothing more to take all of his burdens away from him.

He was usually very good at avoiding the hate he got online, but from time to time, it could really get to him. It was unavoidable, you both knew that, but sometimes he wanted nothing more but to talk to his fans and have a good time with them.

But because a lot of people want to harm him, his reputation and his feelings, it wasn’t easy to manoeuvre between the good and the bad comments.

It seemed like this time he stumbled upon some really nasty shit.

“Why do you say that? Where did it come from?” you asked rhetorically, voice laced with concern.

He didn’t respond, only put his head on your shoulder, putting all of his weight onto you.

Not wanting to dig deeper, you put your arms tightly around his shoulders, and placed one of your hands on his tear stained cheek.

“You know,” you muttered so as not to startle him. “You might not be a lot of people’s favourite person, but you’re definitely my favourite person,” you kissed the side of his head, as you felt more tears rolling down his cheek.

“I have no idea how you’re feeling right now, nor will I ever get to experience what you’re experiencing, but I want you to know that despite all those horrible people that want to cause nothing more but pain, there are thousands of people who love you and cherish you.”

“Take a look around you. You have me, you have your brothers and you have your true fans that want you to be happy,” you whispered into his hair.

“I think that’s more than enough,” he said quietly, lifting his head to look at you.

His eyes were red, but to you they were the happiest they’ve been in a while. Even the corners of his lips were slightly turned upwards, to which you couldn’t help but smile.

“You cannot make everyone happy, Shua. There are going to be people that’ll want to hurt you, but remember that you’re always surrounded by people that love you,” you said.

He turned away to wipe his wet cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed about his emotional outburst.

Usually, he’d go to his own apartment and cry himself to sleep, but tonight something made him come back home to you.

“Joshua,” you put your hand on his shoulder. “Next time, please talk to me before it gets that bad. I know that you don’t want to burden me with your worries, but I can't stand seeing you like this.”

“I love you so much, and I want us to go through the good and the bad together.”

He nodded and took your hand in his.

“Together.”

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agent-cupcake · 2 months

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Flashbang

Chapter 7 - Look Up, Look Up

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Pairing: One Piece Live Action Buggy x f! Reader

Synopsis: While you're trying and failing to deal with everything that's happened, it becomes increasingly obvious that running away wasn't as simple as you hoped. Captain Buggy takes this personally.

Warnings: Explicit smut, discussions of pregnancy/fertility, dub/noncon, unhealthy relationship

Word Count: 10.8k

Notes: This story is now just full time horny and the mental health of those involved probably won't get much better. See you next Sunday~

“There's something deep inside of me

It lingers and it presses hard

A tidal wave that never catches breath

The end is just the start

And now I don't know what to do”

xxx

Groggy and sore, your head spinning and filled with uncomfortable fog from the drug last night, you stood in the bathroom off Captain Buggy’s cabin, shivering in the thin sheath of a blanket taken from his bed. You had cleaned yourself up as best as you could, but there was nothing to do about the marks littering your skin, the soreness between your legs, or the ugly little bruise on your cheek from where your would-be kidnapper hit you. You washed your face clean of makeup—Buggy’s and yours—leaving you with a pair of splotchy cheeks and a set of unappealing mismatched eyes. One of them was tired, rimmed in red with flakes of mascara clinging to the lashes. The other was… Well, it was what it was.

Dad told you that you should have been grateful for the injury, that you were lucky to be alive at all. Being mildly deformed was nothing compared to what might have happened if you were nearer to the explosion. But your luck was a scar that started about an inch above your left eyebrow and ended two or so inches below the eye. That had been a nasty gash on its own, but there was also the burn. Covering the top of your cheekbone up to right beneath your brow, the skin crackled in shades of sickly burgundy, damaged enough that only part of your eyebrow grew, very few lashes clinging to the ruined lids. The burn as well as the stitches dad had put into your eyelid limited your ability to close the eye, leaving the milky film of your cornea exposed.

It wasn’t without reason that you were called a freak. People saw your eye and winced with phantom pain, thinking how grateful they were that it wasn’t their face that had been ruined. They had sympathy and pity, sure, but you understood the underlying emotions were relief and discomfort. Even dad insisted you cover your eye; he couldn’t stand looking at it. Nobody could.

Except for Buggy, but thinking about him didn’t do anything to help your miserable ruminations.

Bracing one hand on the sink, your heavy head swung down and you stared at the faded porcelain instead. Last night, you vomited and screamed and cried and cried and cried, the grief and pain and self loathing and fear so strong that emotion threatened to overcome you like a tidal wave. Now, the tears didn’t come. You weren’t some sort of victim in all of this, you had to face the facts.

Fact: Dad was still trying to get you back and the only way you could think to explain how he was doing that was to admit you lied to Captain Buggy. Fact: You were never never going to be free of him, not really. Fact: Last night you got high and threw yourself at the captain, and now you were the whore everybody thought you were.

God.

You peeked up at your face in the mirror, searching for the missing part of yourself that physically represented your virtue. That’s what people said. You lost your virginity. You were different now. You felt different, but you didn’t know what you were looking for. Or, rather, what you weren’t looking for. That made no sense, did it?

Disgusted by your nudity beneath the blanket, you left the bathroom. Moving made you realize how heavy your head felt, how foggy. There was a pinched, sour feeling in your throat, like when you got sick. By now, sunshine formed a bright frame around the blinds covering his windows, but his room was freezing.

Shivering, you looked around for your clothes, spotting your shorts and jacket on the floor. You had a feeling your shirt was tangled up somewhere amidst Buggy’s bedding. That was a bit of a problem considering Captain Buggy was also tangled up in the bedding. You didn’t want to wake him up. You weren’t sure you could handle facing him right then.

While you were deliberating what to do, cold and confused and miserable, Buggy opened one eye to give you a disgruntled look. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. You hadn’t taken off his makeup last night, adding to his groggy, unkempt demeanor.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, unable to look him in the face. “I’m sorry, Captain Buggy. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He groaned, blinking over and over again in an attempt to orient himself. “Shit. You kept me up too late.”

“I’m sorry.”

Buggy sighed, opening his eyes all the way to look you up and down. You didn’t see him detach his hand, although you spotted his little smile a second before the blanket was torn out of your hands, leaving you naked. You squealed in surprise, nearly falling over as you tried to cover yourself, prickling chills covering every inch of your skin.

He laughed, reattaching his hand and using it to prop up his head. “You know, if this was how you woke me up every morning, I might be more of an early riser.”

“Cap-tain, it’sss c-cold,” you said, shivering hard enough to distort your voice.

“Then get back in bed,” he said.

You frowned, hesitating. “I-I was going to-to go geh-get breakfast.”

Buggy groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Aren’t we past this whole,” he gestured vaguely to you, “coy… schtick? Cut the bullshit and come here, it’s fuckin’ freezing.”

He was right about that at least. Although your hesitation held for a second more, the cold and unsteady dizziness was too potent for you to think of any argument, timidly approaching the bed with an awkward hunch to try and cover your nudity. Buggy obliged with a self-satisfied smile, raising the edge of the blanket for you to slip under the covers and rolling onto his back to make room. There was no graceful way you could think of to join him, but Buggy didn’t let you waste time trying to figure out a natural way to huddle beneath the blanket, pulling you against him regardless of your intentions to keep some space between you. Laying on your side, your head resting against his chest, allowed you some modesty, but every place where your bare flesh met his seared, practically sizzling.

“Shit,” Buggy exclaimed, “you’re like a little ice cube.”

“I’m always cold,” you muttered, trying not to shiver at the feeling of his warm hands smoothing over your chills.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Buggy said with a little laugh. “The first night when you slept in here, you were like a little heat vampire. I couldn’t keep you off of me.”

“Really?” you asked, taken aback. “I don’t… don’t really remember.”

“Of course you don’t, you were completely shitfaced. It was hilarious. Who’d’ve thunk that somebody so repressed and stiff would be such a horny drunk? You are so lucky I’m not some weirdo pervert who’d take advantage of a girl in such a precarious position.” He hesitated before adding, “Well, there was that one thing, but it’s not a big deal, especially now that I know you wanted it anyway.”

“What?”

“Before you get all upset, I didn’t actually touch you. I mean, I had to a little to get you in here and then to get you to settle down, but it wasn’t weird,” Buggy explained. “Trust me, you were begging for a lot more than what I was comfortable with. But then I needed to let out a little steam after all of your teasing, and, hey, if just looking at somebody was a crime, you would be the one with a massive bounty, not me. I bet you masturbate thinking about me every night after you leave.”

“I don’t,” you said, frowning. “I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it,” Buggy said dryly, rolling his eyes. “Innocent little virgin. I bet you don’t know how to make yourself come.”

“I-I…” You forced yourself to not get tripped up by the heat of embarrassment, letting out a big breath. “It’s fine. Just… Did I do anything else that night?”

“Nah, you passed out pretty quick.”

“Do you know what I did with my dress? I’ve never been able to find it.”

“Dress?” Buggy repeated, his eyebrows furrowing. Realization hit him a moment later. “Oh! Yeah, right. To be clear, you wanted to take it off. It was ruined anyway ‘cause of the blood so I didn’t think it was a big deal if I used it to clean things up after. Barely any of it got on you anyway, but then I started to get a little worried you’d be embarrassed about what happened, especially if you couldn’t remember anything, so I ditched it out the window.”

“Oh,” you said stupidly, your skin crawling. “I… Um…” You cleared your throat, hiding your face with your cheek against his chest, trying to stifle the discomfort you felt.

It didn’t matter, it wasn’t as if you could remember, and you believed him when he said he didn’t do anything else. But it meant that you had instigated a sexual dynamic at the start. Compared to what you did willingly, knowingly, you didn’t think you could reasonably be upset, but the idea that anything like that happened when you couldn’t remember was still unsettling.

“I’m sorry I… For acting that way,” you finally said, looking up at him.

“Don’t worry about it, babydoll. I’m not mad or anything. I guess I got a little irritated that you were being such a tease after showing me how you really felt that first night, but it worked out just fine, huh?” His eyes dragged down, lingering on the bite marks he’d left on your neck. He licked his lips. “Hey, come up here.”

“What?” you asked.

He huffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? Get up here,” Buggy said as he sat up, grabbing your waist to haul you up to him regardless of your nervous squirming. You choked out an objection when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, but that shuddered out into a breathy sigh. His mouth was warm and soft, a contrast to the rough sandpaper of his stubble. The sensation of his nose against your skin was odd, maybe because even still you didn’t expect the texture to be so human.

You didn’t want to respond to his touch, you didn’t want to enjoy being touched—you weren’t allowed to enjoy that—but it was like trying not to feel pain. You were utterly unable to ignore the pleasure that made your sore pussy tighten anxiously, the muscles aching for more than one reason. When he bit you, gently, just enough for the threat of pain, you didn��t mean to whimper, but you did. Your body hadn’t recovered from whatever you took last night, still caught in the haze of that spinning sense of need and languid acceptance of his touch.

Buggy pulled away with a wet pop, pushing you down onto the bed so he could lean over you and do the same thing to your other nipple, scattering all your thoughts of protest or nerves for what he intended because of how electrifyingly good it felt.

Using that distraction, his hand delved between your legs, two fingers pushing between your folds to curl against your entrance. The surprising sensation—was it pleasure? You couldn’t tell, it was too sensitive, too raw, too sore—made your back arch up dramatically, Buggy had to release your nipple and sit up.

“Fuck, babydoll,” Buggy said breathlessly, casually pulling his fingers up to rub against your clit. They slid easily over the sensitive flesh, coated in your own slick arousal. “Now you’ve got me all wound up.” You tried to squeeze your legs shut around his hand. All it did was trap him in place, casually rubbing against your clit in a way that had your hips jumping in spite of yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you said hoarsely.

“You should be. I won’t be able to get any work done today if I don’t take care of this now.”

“What d’you mean?” you asked, although you felt like you knew.

Buggy pulled his hand out from between your legs, grabbing your wrist and dragging it beneath the blankets. You knew what he was doing, although you still felt an odd zing of surprise when he put your hand around his cock. His breath was hot on your ear when he let out a shaky groan, his hips shifting impatiently, pushing into your touch. Knowing that it had been inside of you was almost surreal. Somehow, it felt harder than you might have expected. Warmer too.

He closed your fingers around his cock before his hand pushed back between your legs, two fingers sliding knuckle deep into your pussy. Buggy ate your little whine, pulling you into a kiss that was all hot breath and tongue and distraction while his fingers pressed a little deeper, his hips pushing his dick into your hand for more friction. It surprised you to feel his cock twitch in your hand, it made your breath catch. Dread, of all things, crawled up your throat like acid. There was a raw ache inside of you, an uncomfortable and unnatural pinch when your pussy unconsciously squeezed his fingers.

“Captain Buggy,” you said, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. “I’m… I’m really sore.”

“You’re really wet,” he said, chasing your lips with his own, drawing you into another kiss.

To prove his point, his fingers pressed deeper into your cunt, hooking and rubbing at your fluttery walls and you couldn’t help but writhe against him, pulling back with a whimper. “Please, Captain Buggy, I…”

He groaned, leaning back. “Do you ever stop whining? It’s not like you have to do anything. Just lay down, hold on, and let Captain Buggy take care of you like I always do.”

Your heart sank. It wasn’t like you were whining for no reason, you were sore, surely he could understand that? Or be sympathetic to it? You wanted to try and explain, but the words weren’t there in your cloudy, dizzy head, at least not in any sensical arrangement. You couldn’t think hardly at all underneath the spotlight of his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, your stomach twisting into knots. “I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

Buggy looked at your pouty lower lip, his gaze rising to meet your wet eye, and his expression softened. “Aw, babydoll. It won’t hurt if you just relax a little,” he told you as he sat up, tossing away the blankets and raising your leg to duck underneath it. “You really gotta trust me about this shit. Unlike you, I know what I’m doing. Besides, I got you through your maiden voyage, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, not registering his playful tone until after your automatic response.

Last night, you had been completely under the influence during this part, but now you were stiff and overly aware of your breathing, of the crawling discomfort of being exposed, of what your body might have looked like to him. The surreal rush was no less intense, but now it was chased by the harsh bite of reality.

You expected him to immediately start lining up his cock, but instead Buggy grabbed your legs and pushed them all the way to your chest, forcing your back to curl. You saw him gather the saliva in his mouth, but it wasn’t until he spat directly onto your pussy that you understood why. You winced with a disgusted sort of humiliation, trying to wriggle away when he pushed the saliva directly into you with two fingers, mixing it with your own arousal.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, your face hot.

Buggy lowered your legs, smirking instead of answering. You covered your flushing cheeks with both hands to hide your embarrassment. At least Buggy didn’t draw out your humiliation, pulling you down to line up the head of his dick with your pussy. You gasped at the feeling, bracing yourself before trying to relax, fighting your body’s instinct to protect itself.

It took a few targeted thrusts to make it catch, and then some effort to force the head past the initial resistance, but as soon as the head popped in, he groaned, practically falling on top of you. “God, you’re tight. Frankly, it’s a little shocking I can get it in at all,” Buggy said in a strained voice, slowly pushing his cock into you with shallow, rocking thrusts.

You were glad he pressed his face into the pillow rather than look at you because it did hurt, even if he rolled his hips in little bursts, slowly easing you into it. You made a little sound in the back of your throat, pulling your legs up to make it easier, trying to relax. Buggy’s breath hitched as he pulled out, and then back in. Slow and gentle.

There was still the part of your mind that wanted to play the martyr. To shut it all out, to take no pleasure in what you knew was wrong. The lapping tide of intoxication threatened to pull you back under into the heavy waves of misty bliss, your body too worn out and mind too frayed to properly fight your reaction. And if you weren’t turned on by the physical stimulation of his cock grinding into you, entering in a way that made your hips jump and pussy spasm around him, then it would be because of the feeling of Buggy’s body above yours. The way the muscles of his back worked and moved with each thrust, the sounds he made. His sounds of pleasure—pleasure because of you.

Even if it hurt and it was wrong and even if you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help but feel the tightening in your core, the trembling sort of heat that made you writhe beneath him, your hips restlessly tilting to meet each lazy, shallow thrust.

Until you heard something from the other room.

You stiffened up, your fingers curling into his shoulders. “Captain, I—I think… I think someone’s knocking,” you said.

“Ignore it,” Buggy told you, his voice labored.

But the knocking didn’t stop, and then you heard the door open. “Captain Buggy?” Cabaji called into the room. “Are you awake?”

You tensed up at that interruption, your cunt unintentionally squeezing his cock. In response, Buggy’s fingers dug painfully into your thigh, his groan muffled into the pillow. You pushed at him, panicking, but he didn’t budge. Finally, he lifted his head and braced himself on his elbow, looking annoyed.

“What do you want?” Buggy shouted, his grip on you just as tight, his cock remaining halfway inside of you.

“Mohji took command of the other ship, but it’s damaged.” Footsteps from the other room made you think Cabaji was coming closer, and you pushed more insistently at Buggy, disgusted fear of being seen like this seizing your chest. “He’s taking it to the nearest island, should we follow?”

You tried again to push him off, unable to stand the constant pressure, the way your pussy kept spasming and squeezing him. Buggy made a sound of irritation, pinning you in place with a harsh thrust that buried his cock deep enough for his skin to slap against your own, eliciting a shrill yelp you didn’t muffle in time. The footsteps stopped. There was absolutely no way to misinterpret what just happened, but you didn’t care as much compared to the discomfort, to the weight of him inside of you.

“I need to finish this up first,” Buggy said, his voice hoarse with strain. “Get my breakfast, I’ll meet you up there…” He looked down at you, licking his lips. “As soon as I’m done.”

“Yes, of course, sir,” Cabaji said, quickly retreating.

The second the door closed, Buggy was laughing. “You did all this whining about how you’re sore, but got too impatient to even wait for Cabaji to leave.”

“That was you!”

“Nuh-uh, that was aaaall your fault,” Buggy said, rolling his hips experimentally. Your body jerked anxiously, your pussy spasming around his dick. The raw ripping sort of sensation wasn’t made better by the fresh wave of arousal that smoothed out his movements. “Don’t get too upset, the sound you made was so squeaky and pathetic he might have mistaken it for something else.”

You whined helplessly, your back arching and nails digging into his shoulders.

“That’s exactly my point. Squeaky hinges, rats in the walls… Ship stuff,” Buggy said, the last word coming out with a heavy grunt as he dragged you back into place, his hips meeting you halfway so he could slam his cock into you. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, but all that did was make Buggy moan.

“Captain Buggy, please, it hurts.”

“If you hadn’t wasted so much time earlier complaining, we’d already be done,” he told you. “Just hold on, honeybuns. I’ll make it up to you later.”

Nothing. And then awareness. And then confusion as a million memories played out all at once, none of them quite right, none of them truly belonging to you. But the state of unconsciousness was familiar in its own way, recognition of its daze independent of your own understanding. That is to say that, at this point, you were familiar with what it felt like to wake up after passing out, unpleasant as it was.

“Don’t panic,” somebody said, the words slowly filtering through your brain until you could comprehend them, reality slotting into place. “You fainted, but you’re alright.”

Your eye fluttered open, slowly focusing on the face above you.

“Crina?”

“Good morning,” she said with a wry smile.

You grunted, getting your elbows beneath yourself to sit up. It wasn’t surprising to realize that you were in her clinic. The smell would have given it away, followed up directly by the uncomfortable surface of the table bed you were laying on.

“Do you remember what happened?” she asked.

Groaning, you laid back down. “I was…” You rubbed your eye, trying to shake your head clear of the fog.

“You collapsed in the passageway,” she prompted. “You were nearly trampled.”

That’s right, you had been looking for a quiet place to be alone because you were very upset. Very, very upset. After everything, every little awful thing, it was the realization that Pippa had left with the other ship that set you off fully. Already you could feel the rising tide of breathless despair as it all hit you again.

“Rest,” Crina told you.

“I’m okay,” you said, gritting your teeth and getting an arm beneath yourself. Moving immediately disproved your reassurance, the painful spinning of your head nearly knocking you right back down. Soreness throbbed between your legs, like you’d pulled a muscle you weren’t even aware of. The drug from last night lingered like smoke in your thoughts. In addition to the bruise on your cheek, your spine ached in several places from hitting the deck when the man dropped you. Separately, any one of those things would have left you weak. It was no wonder you fainted. “I just got really dizzy and…” You shook your head, although that did nothing to dislodge the cottony confusion that laid behind your temple, or to pierce the bubble of tumultuous emotion swelling in your chest. “I’m fine.”

“Did you drink last night?”

“No, no I…” You breathed in, trying to sort your thoughts. “I was, um, upset and so Captain Buggy gave me… I think it-it was an opiate, like my dad used to give me. Just so I could calm down. He was helping me, and I wanted it, but today it feels like… Like having a hangover, but heavier. I didn’t sleep much either, so that’s probably why I… I’m tired is all.”

“This should still help,” Crina told you, holding out a cup of water.

You eyed it warily, your stomach churning at the idea of accepting anything. “No, thank you.”

Her lips pursed, but she set it aside, returning to her workbench. Various vials and herbs littered the surface. It looked like she was preparing something that smelled very strongly of antiseptic, but also other things. Crina’s medicine was never as astringently assaulting as the types your dad used. The water she had boiling—boiling bandages, perhaps?—had a comfortable sound, warming the room.

“What are you doing?” you asked her, grasping for something to ground yourself.

“My job,” she responded wryly. “Pirates fight recklessly, even an overwhelming victory means wounds to tend.”

You nodded.

“My first medical training was as a midwife,” Crina suddenly said, grabbing a fresh cutting board and quickly chopping up what you recognized as ginger. “My mother taught me, and her mother taught her. I helped deliver several babies before I was old enough to conceive one myself.”

In so many ways, Crina was an enigma to you. Hearing her volunteer personal information so randomly, so abruptly caught you off guard. “A hospital hired you when you were a kid?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

“No hospital,” she said with a trace of amusement at the idea, setting aside the knife and sweeping the chopped spice into a kettle which quickly replaced the pot on the stove. “Our community was small and poor. Even if we could afford doctors, we couldn’t trust strangers to safely care for our mothers, daughters, and sisters—and we certainly couldn’t trust them with our babies.”

“Why did you become a pirate?”

“I had few other options,” Crina said, crushing up an herb in a mortar and pestle. “I left my village and sought education as a surgeon when I was old enough to do so, but the medical community thought I was… difficult, to say the least.” She smiled to herself. “It was a mutual feeling. So stuck on the rigid path of modernity that they reject anything they deem to be outdated. I left school with the proper training and debt, but none of the credentials.”

“Why didn’t you go back to your village?”

“There wasn’t much to go back to,” Crina said brusquely. “Poverty is as wicked as any plague.”

“I’m so sorry,” you told her.

“I do not mourn what was, I can only be grateful for what I was given,” Crina said, washing the herbs with a liquid to continue mixing. By now, the smell of ginger was getting quite strong. Warm and spicy and alluring. “I believe my upbringing is why I can handle the brutality of this position better than most. I’ve known many men who will readily amputate a crushed limb or set a bone that has broken skin, but balk at the miracle of childbirth. So eager to impregnate, but unable to face the consequences. To them, a woman’s health is unsympathetic. They will never experience the things we must, so they do not care.”

“That’s not true,” you said.

“Really? You more than anyone should know the truth of it. Your father was not interested in your health, only your dependence. Captain Buggy is not interested in your health, only your service.” Crina looked at you, her smokey dark eyes cutting past any defenses you might have been able to put up. “Can you deny that?”

“I…” You were saved from answering by the squealing kettle, your body jumping in panic at the sudden noise.

Crina took the kettle off the heat, leaving it to sit. “Women must look out for one another. I think, so far, you’ve taken my questions as accusations and mistrust my aid for fear of mistreatment, but I do want to help you. If not for personal reasons, then because I would risk Captain Buggy’s ire if I were to allow anything to happen to you for my negligence. Do you understand?”

You swallowed hard, nodding.

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“Nothing,” you answered quickly, bristling. “Nothing happened.”

“I’ve been honest with you, I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult me by lying,” Crina said.

You met her eye, guilt swelling in your chest. “Captain Buggy and I… We… We slept together.”

“Did he force you to have sex with him?”

“No! Captain Buggy would never, ever do that,” you told her quickly, shocked by the question.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, he wouldn’t.” You looked down, biting your lip. “It-it’s normal to be sore after, isn’t it?”

Crina pursed her lips. “Did you notice any blood?”

Last night—and even in the morning—you hadn’t been aware of any blood. Everything was so coated with other bodily fluids that you wouldn’t have noticed. But earlier, when you were changing your clothes, you dropped your shorts and saw the mess of cum that had slowly oozed out of you after you left Captain Buggy’s cabin. It wasn’t the normal milky color, but a sickly pink. Dyed by your blood. Since the color was so mild, you didn’t think it was a lot of blood, but the quantity didn’t matter. Pure, clean girls didn’t bleed. And there you stood with a man’s cum and your own blood staining your panties, the reality of what you had done setting in fully.

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice choked.

“Was there enough to be worrisome? ”

“No, there wasn’t that much.” But the amount didn’t matter. Pure, clean girls didn’t bleed.

“What was happening before you fainted?”

“I-I started to—to… I couldn’t breathe,” you said haltingly. “It’s hard to think and my head aches and I’m… tired.”

Ruined, you were ruined. And although everybody was too busy to pay you any mind today—the ship was a flurry of activity after the raid—they would all know soon enough. It was easier to bear the whispers about you and Captain Buggy when you knew it was untrue, but now it wasn’t. Now you were exactly what they said you were. Then you had to think about what happened last night with the man, and your dad, and the entire mess only got worse.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, speaking softly to keep your voice from cracking.

“Right now, you’re going to drink this,” Crina said. She poured two cups of ginger tea, filling the room with its spicy scent. She added a spoonful of powder and forced the cup into your hand. “It will help.”

“What’s in it?” you asked weakly.

“Ginger, turmeric, and something to help your head.”

The steam washed over your face, and that alone was a comfort. Although it was hot, you took a sip. And another.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I-I just… I didn’t think,” you told her after a bit, your voice weak. “I don’t get why…”

Your statement was met with a solid block of silence. For a moment, you thought that she wouldn’t say anything at all. “Think about your situation,” Crina told you. “You have few skills, very little practical value to him other than what could be provided by any other member of the crew. You are here because Captain Buggy enjoys having a toy to play with. Do you think it’s a coincidence that he never uses your name? That he calls you his babydoll?”

“He never said anything about…about any of that,” you argued. “I thought he wanted me to-to be like… like I was for-” You cut yourself off before finishing that thought. Saying it out loud now, after everything, made a plethora of disturbing implications, but it was the innocent truth, and something to cling to now that your ignorance had come back around to bite you.

“Your father?” Crina finished for you. “Is that how you see the captain?”

You wondered what she was thinking, what conclusions she might draw, but you were too afraid to look up and check her expression. You sniffled, taking another drink. The hot spicy mixture of flavors was a balm to your sour, cold insides. If only your mind was as easy to placate.

“I’m going to have to insist on a comprehensive physical exam,” Crina told you. “I need to know if he hurt you more than you’re letting on, and how your father interrupted your menstrual cycle. The methods of preventing it can significantly interfere with your sexual health.”

For a long time, you didn’t say anything. You knew what she meant, and your insides cringed at the very idea, but you didn’t see a way out of it either. Looking up at Crina, she met your eye openly. Stern, a little intimidating, but not cruel. There were so many reasons you were going to hate yourself anyway, what did this matter?

“Okay.”

The ship was the busiest you had ever seen. Most of the loot had been left on the other ship for Mohji to take it to the nearest island to sell, but there was enough left that needed to be cataloged, organized, cleaned, and repaired. Nobody was looking at you. You told yourself that over and over and over again as you looked for Captain Buggy.

Although Pippa was gone, she’d given you enough to piece together an outfit without her assistance, and Crina had helped you style your hair after she finished her examination. She said that it would help. That it would feel better if you acted like nothing had changed. That you didn’t need to make a big deal out of it. The flowy dress didn’t help you feel much better. Of the things Pippa had lent you, it covered the most skin, but you couldn’t help but cringe at the excessively girlish frills and flow of the fabric as the breeze caught the hems, exposing the bloomers you wore underneath.

“Hey there, girly,” somebody called, his voice raised above the wind. You squinted at the speaker, your shoulders untensing when you saw it was Marty. You trotted over to him, relieved to see a friendly face.

“I was worried you’d gone with Pippa,” you said.

He shot you a smile, finishing tying the knot and moving the secure the next. “Nah, Captain Buggy can’t spare me.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a boat ready. The captain mentioned sending a pair of guys to town. Guess there were some things Mr. Mohji forgot.”

“Oh,” you hesitated, crossing one foot in front of the other. “Um… Marty?”

“Hm?”

“I think I lost the knife you gave me last night. I’m so sorry.”

“Did’ya stick someone with it?”

“I… yes.”

“Then I don’t want none of your ‘sorrys.’ There are plenty more knives in the world.”

“Then, um… Thank you.”

“That’ll do,” he allowed, finishing the knot. “Oh, Captain Buggy’s at the helm, if you were lookin’ for him.”

“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you, Marty.”

He grinned, touching two fingers to his brow in a jaunty send-off.

You turned towards the quarterdeck, weaving your way around the chaotic crowd.

Buggy stood on the uppermost deck at the helm alongside the helmsman, issuing instructions in his usual manner. He wasn’t wearing his hat or jacket and opted to merely touch up yesterday's makeup rather than redo it entirely.

“Captain Buggy!” you called, but he didn’t hear you. Unsure of how else to get his attention, you ascended the stairs.

Buggy happened glance in your direction, doing a double take. “What are you doing?” he barked.

“I just, um, I… I was wondering if you were going to break for lunch.”

“What?” he asked, his face scrunching.

“I was wondering if you were going to take a break,” you repeated, raising your voice. He seemed to hear you this time, walking around the helmsman to approach. There was no shame to the way he looked you up and down. It felt hungrier than usual, or maybe that was just your discomfort.

“That’s cute,” Buggy told you, grabbing the skirt and pulling you closer. “Though I’m not sure white’s your color anymore.”

Your heart dropped. “Yeah, I-I guess not,” you muttered.

“So what was this about a break? I’m awful busy, kiddo. Some of us have real jobs to do.”

“It’s lunchtime, Captain Buggy.”

“Really?” Buggy asked, raising his eyebrows in shock. “Okay, fine. Take it to my office and wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned away to issue orders to the helmsman, and you retraced your steps to go down to the galley. The soreness between your legs wasn’t as noticeable, but you could still sense it. A weight, an understanding. You knew now what it was like to have something inside of you. Fullness, and absence.

The trip up from the kitchen was uneventful. You were getting used to navigating the ship. Everybody was busy, far too busy to bother with you.

Buggy was not in his office when you set up his lunch. You didn’t dare eat without him, so you sat in your chair and folded your hands in your lap and waited.

You stared at the off-white fabric of your dress, rubbing it with your thumb. It reminded you of something you had nearly forgotten—a doll you once had. Her frilly pinafore was made of the same type of fabric. You could remember her perfect round cheeks, her bow-like mouth, and those beautiful, round blue glass eyes. She only had one pink dress, but three pinafores and two pairs of shoes.

Crina said that the sex hadn’t hurt you, that it wasn’t uncommon for there to be some blood. She said that you weren’t fertile right now. She said that, based on her experience with women like you, even if you did become pregnant one day, you likely would not carry a healthy child to term.

The doll’s name had been something silly. You couldn’t remember it. Blossom? Rose? Even though she was a baby, you always called her sister. Your little baby sister. In hindsight, maybe you already understood that you weren’t the motherly type.

Having a child wasn’t a reality you’d ever seriously considered. When you thought of your own mother, you thought of her sitting at the window. Always turned away, always so sad, so sharp. You understood, although you hadn’t when you were a child, that she was an unhappy woman. Hysteria was one of the few things the two of you had in common. Such was the magnitude of her pain that it outlived her—it echoed within you, within her memory. And when you thought about that, it was hard to blame her. It was hard to feel anything other than grief. There were moments, little treasures you kept buried deep within yourself. Even as a young child, you had been sickly. If there was any sort of illness to be caught, you would be the one to catch it. You remembered a long, cold night all alone in your room. It was a cough. The thick, broken glass type that had you hacking up globs of blood and yellow phlegm. And then mom was there. She emerged from the dark like a beautiful angel, petting your sweaty hair and spooning medicine into your mouth and singing a lullaby.

Had the doll been named Cherry? You couldn’t remember what became of her. In all likelihood, she was one of the many girlish things you gave up when dad began taking you along on his ship.

“There was a girl most fair whom I happened to meet

Late in my room one night trading tricks for a treat

I almost turned down this girl so sweet

Because, as you see, she was quite petite-”

The door into Buggy’s office opened behind you, his raucous singing getting louder. You were only half listening, coming out of your daze as if waking up.

“Even with some spit

I worried that something might split

But it turned out to be a perfect fit—

“Oh, hey there, babydoll,” Buggy said as he passed you to sit down. “What’dya think of my new song?”

You blinked, sitting up and focusing on him. “It was good, Captain Buggy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, dropping into his chair. “Sing it back to me then.” You frowned, realizing he was calling your bluff. Buggy sighed dramatically. “You really need to get better at the whole listening thing.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I guess I got a little lost in thought.”

He pulled the lid off his tray to immediately start eating. “What were you thinkin’ about?”

“I was… Um… Nothing important, sir,” you said. Although you weren’t very hungry—your stomach lingered on the verge of unsettled and outright angry—you started eating too.

“It’s embarrassing, isn’t it,” Buggy said with a lopsided smile, an interesting expression when his cheeks were stuffed full.

“No! Not… not really.”

“There’s no point in hiding it,” Buggy said. “There’s nothing I didn’t see last night.”

“It’s not like that,” you insisted, flushing hotly. “But it is silly, I was just thinking about stuff from when I was a kid.” You shrugged, shoving a spoonful of stew into your mouth.

Buggy pulled a face. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just remembered something.”

You could read the disinterest on his face, so you dropped it, focusing on eating. You had to force yourself, methodically taking bites while you contemplated how you were going to tell him about last night, and how you would answer his questions. It was inevitable that you would have to reveal how you lied to him, and the thought alone was enough to make you queasy, your hands shaking and slick with a cold sweat.

“Captain Buggy? I was wondering if-if we could talk?” you said when he was more or less finished. Almost immediately, you regretted speaking, backing down. “But, um, I know you’re busy today so if you can’t spare the time right now, that’s fine, I just-”

“Spit it out,” Buggy said impatiently, cutting you off.

You looked up and met his eye and felt all of your fragile confidence shatter.

“Why do you never use my name?” you asked instead. “My-my real name, I mean.”

“Your real name?” Buggy repeated. “You mean the name your shitstain of a dad gave you?” He let that incredulous question linger as if baiting you to say yes. Eventually, you nodded timidly. “That’s not you. That’s the girl you used to be. She was pathetic and sad. I don’t want her.” His eyes tracked you up and down, softening his expression. “I want my babydoll. Besides, it suits you way better.” He considered that for a second. “Maybe that should be your thing—an animated doll who desperately longs to be a real girl.”

“If that’s what you… what you think is best,” you said, the words somewhat distant. You weren’t sure what to think, how to feel about his explanation.

“Come over here,” Buggy said after a moment, pushing out from his desk and motioning you towards him. You looked up, the question ‘why’ already formed on your lips, but that was the wrong response.

So you dutifully stood up, smoothed your skirt, and circled his desk. It seemed so impossible that you had been in the same position yesterday, only twenty-four hours ago. Everything was different then, the entire world centered upon a different axis.

Buggy grabbed your hips, tugging you closer. “Are you still sore?” he asked, smirking.

“A little,” you said, squeezing your thighs together. “Crina said that’s not-not unusual.”

“‘Cause you were a virgin?”

You swallowed hard, unable to meet his eye. “Captain Buggy, this is… really embarrassing.”

“Or is it ‘cause you’re so small? That’d explain a lot. I’m still shocked I got it in.” His hand left your hip to press against your abdomen instead, dragging down.

Your insides clenched hard in response, reminding you of the sharp ache and making you gasp. Buggy obviously caught the noise, his eyes flicking back up to your face.

“Shit, that’s hot.”

You froze. “Sir?”

“You’re wearing shorts?” Buggy asked. He didn’t wait for your response, lifting up your skirt to see the bloomers beneath. The sight of them made him scowl, immediately tugging them down to reveal your significantly less cute underwear. He didn’t seem to care, shoving the bloomers down to your ankles while you squirmed, wanting to push him away but knowing you couldn’t.

“Sheesh, calm down,” he told you, letting your skirt fall. “I’m trying to help you out a little.”

“You don’t have to,” you said. “You’re busy and I-I wouldn’t want to, um...”

“It’s not like it’s gonna take very long,” Buggy said. He leaned back into his chair, using his grip on your hips to turn you around and sit you on his lap. You nearly fell over, your ankles tangled in the bloomers. “I bet I can get you off over your panties.”

“You really… You don’t have to,” you said again. Your breathing came out unsteadily and you couldn’t stop squirming around, unable to get comfortable.

“Pay attention, Professor Buggy’s gonna teach you how to make yourself come,” he said, looking at you over your shoulder, his nose brushing your cheek when he turned his head. You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you didn’t want to look down at his hands, so you just squeezed your eye shut.

“Captain Buggy, I… I don’t need to know… I’m fine.”

“Your fingers are way too small to fuck yourself with, but that’s okay,” Buggy said, tightening his hold around your waist, keeping you in place while his other hand crawled beneath your dress, the fabric of his gloves rough against your skin. When you tried to press your thighs together to stop him, Buggy hooked your ankles with his own, prying your legs open. He laughed at your helpless whimper.

When his hand reached your clothed pussy, you jolted with the little strike of electricity. The way your inner walls squeezed around nothing hurt, but there was more to the feeling. You wanted to hide, to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

“You know, it’s weird,” Buggy said, sliding his gloved fingers up and down, pushing the fabric of your panties between your folds, pushing his way in between to focus on your clit, “usually I wouldn’t go for this sort of thing, but the way you react is so funny. Most people have an instinctive take on how they’re supposed to act, but here you are. Somebody’d think I was torturing you even though it’s obvious you fuckin’ love it. You know what it reeks of, sweetheart? Other than fish, I mean.”

You weren’t sure if he was looking for an answer or not, but even if you had one, it would have fled your mind the second he began to put more pressure against your clit. Blood rushed between your legs and the more your clit swelled beneath his touch, the more targeted he was.

“Damage,” Buggy supplied for you. “A whole lot of it.”

“Captain Buggy, please,” you begged. You didn’t know what you were asking for, just that those were the only words you could think to say when he had your body immobilized, when you couldn’t stop your hips from tilting up for him, your hands seeking purchase in the fabric of your skirt as the only anchor.

“You’re so pathetic.” When Buggy pulled his hand out from between your legs, you mourned the loss, letting out a broken whimper. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I wouldn’t leave you hanging before the finale,” he reassured you, his voice dripping condescension.

You opened your eye just in time to watch him spit onto his fingers, leaning forward a bit so he could wipe it on your panties—directly above your clit. Your groan of disgust became a helpless moan as he rubbed it in. The wetness added just the right amount of give to the friction, you could feel your thighs tremble, your entire body surging up into the pleasure.

“‘m ss-sorry,” you said, embarrassed by your reaction. He needed to stop, you could only imagine how stupid you looked, writhing on his lap. But you couldn’t help it, not when he was touching you like this.

“You are sorry,” Buggy told you, his voice a little lower, a little huskier. “What kind of girl gets off on this shit? It’s like you’re a masochist but backwards. The better it feels, the more you act like it hurts. I swear, honey buns, you’re a brand new type of freak.”

“No, Captain Buggy,” you said, your voice mostly just breath. “That’s not… I’m not like… Please, it’s… I’m… pleasepleaseplease—I-I-” And then you couldn’t speak anymore, that required too much brain power, the only thing you could do was strain towards your approaching orgasm, towards the heat building in your core, that forbidden and intoxicating wind of tension.

“Come on,” he urged. His stubble scraped against your cheek, and then your neck when your head fell back against his shoulder. You could smell him. The details changed, but there was the fundamental musky warm smell that you remembered so clearly from the first time he held you and it threaded through your entire body like poison.

Coming with his fingers slamming into you had been a heavy, wet feeling. Something snapping, breaking, a little flood of heat that rushed through your body in waves. This was a dry spark, a flash and fizzle. You yelped abruptly, your body jerking forward, kept in place only by the iron bar of his arm across your waist. And then it diffused outwards, ending in your fingertips and toes, at the very top of your spine.

“That was it, wasn’t it?” Buggy asked, his fingers slowing their torturous circles.

You swallowed against your dry throat, nodding, trying to catch your breath. The dizziness from that morning had returned in full force, the world rocked with it. Buggy stopped, pressing his entire palm against the seat of your panties instead, soothing you with the warm, generalized friction.

“I figured. It’s pretty easy to tell with you. I mean, you’re so goddamn dramatic about it.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, awkward and spinning and sweaty and disgusted and a million other things that culminated in the bite of tears in the corner of your eye.

“Aw, are you embarrassed?” Buggy asked, playfully pinching your cheek with the fingers he’d just used to get you off. You frowned, turning your face away so he couldn’t see your expression.

He huffed, grabbing your chin to force your face towards his. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, you could barely bear to meet his eyes at all. Finally, Buggy released you, pushing you off of his lap. You nearly tripped, steadying yourself on the edge of his desk.

“Go change your panties,” he said flippantly, waving his hand. “We’ll work on this,” he gestured vaguely to you, “later.”

You didn’t really know what that meant, but you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“What are you doing?”

Those words drew you out of your tired daze. You had been sitting in an out of the way corner in a passageway to the officer’s mess. It was just a small break, you didn’t want to faint again. You blinked your eye clear, shaking your head of the gauze as you looked up at Cabaji.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Cabaji asked again.

“Oh, I… I got a little dizzy so I…” You frowned. “Sorry, I heard the bell, I was about to head up.”

“The bell?” Cabaji repeated. “That was an hour ago.”

“Oh.”

“Captain Buggy needs you.”

Those words made your heart drop. You had no idea how you had lost so much time, but you doubted Buggy would accept any excuse you could give. Not only that, but the idea of seeing Buggy after what happened at lunch filled you with an absurd amount of anxiety. It wasn’t him, it was you. There had to have been some other way for you to handle it, but instead you played the role of a whore. You were disgusting, and when you thought about it you simply didn’t understand why. The person you thought you were wouldn’t have done anything like that, and yet you did.

But that was you.

Getting to your feet was a difficult process, especially when you were trying to hide your fatigue and pain from Cabaji. Which was stupid, you weren’t going to fool him. You were glad he didn’t make a point of your weakness by offering you a hand.

“Where is he?” you asked.

“I’ll go with you,” Cabaji said.

“You-you don’t need to.”

“Come on, Captain Buggy doesn’t like waiting.”

You hesitated, nervous to be around him, but there was no reason you could think of to reject Cabaji’s company either. Embarrassment about what he may or may not have heard that morning wasn’t his fault.

As the two of you traversed the narrow passageway to the ladder, you tried to peek at his face and determine what he was thinking. Which was kind of impossible. He let you go up the ladder first, probably because he was worried you would fall, and so you stood there for a moment in the blinding sunlight. Sitting in the dark had done nothing to help you handle the heavy, hangover-like dizziness.

“Are you okay?” Cabaji asked. You hadn’t realized he was beside you.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, squinting at him. He nodded.

“He said to meet him in his office,” he said, motioning for you to go first. You didn’t fall, although you stumbled on the first step to the quarter deck. It was a relief to walk into the shaded map room, even if it rendered you blind all over again. The door into Buggy’s office was open, but the captain wasn’t there.

You didn’t want to think about what happened in the empty chair only hours before, so you focused on your stoic companion. He saved your life last night. He deserved at least a thank you. There wasn’t much else that you could offer him.

“Cabaji?” you said.

“Yes?”

“I wanted to… to thank you.”

“What?”

“For last night, you...” Taking a heavy breath, you reached out to grab his hand, holding it in both of yours. “Thank you, Cabaji.”

Cabaji looked more than a little bewildered, although not offended. “I was following Captain Buggy’s orders, there’s no need for you to be grateful.”

“But I am. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, I-” The door opened. Startled, you dropped Cabaji’s hand, taking a step away.

“There she is!” Buggy called as he stalked in. “Kept me waiting long enough.”

“I’m sorry, Captain Buggy,” you said, bowing your head. “What can I do for you?”

“I was hoping you could help me understand something,” Buggy said. You could immediately tell by his tone that something was wrong with the situation. All of the sudden, Cabaji’s inclusion felt more confrontational than comforting.

“Sir?” you asked, tugging down your bandana and trying not to fidget.

“Earlier,” Buggy said, taking slow, measured steps in your direction, “Cabaji was telling me an interesting story. It involved a strange man attempting to make off with a very,” he stopped in front of you, dropping a heavy hand on your shoulder. The cold smile he fixed you with left you without any air in your lungs—you wanted to disappear. “Special member of my crew.” Squeezing your shoulder once, Buggy released you, turning to pace the length of the room. “The thing is, he only knows part of it. I was hoping you could fill in the blanks.”

“Captain Buggy, I-I was going to tell you,” you said.

“Oh, were you?” Buggy asked, turning around to look at you with round eyes, his expression mockingly curious. “When was that, exactly?”

“I just… I didn’t know how to explain it.”

Buggy wagged his finger at you. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. Truth is self-evident, there shouldn’t be any need for explanation if you’re being honest.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” you said, desperate to think of a way to smooth this over. “I just didn’t want you to think-”

“You wanna know what I think?” Buggy asked, cutting you off. “I think you’re hiding something.”

“No, I’m not, I swear,” you told him, clasping your hands together over your chest. “There was a man last night who… He tried to take me, but I managed to escape when he got to the upper deck, and Cabaji killed him.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“My-my dad sent him to get me, that’s what he said,” you told him, the words smearing together from your nerves. “He said he was getting paid for it. He-he thought I was your prisoner.”

Buggy looked at you for a long moment, considering your words. And then he burst out laughing. “That’s what you’re going with?” he asked. “If you’re gonna lie, at least try to make it sound believable.”

“That’s the truth,” you said, your voice rising into a whine with your desperation to make him believe you.

This time, Buggy didn’t laugh. “You expect me to believe that, by complete coincidence, we happened to attack the one ship that had a man who was hired to rescue you? Do you have any idea how big the East Blue is? No? You’re about to see for yourself when I toss you overboard and sail away.”

“I think it’s the map,” you said, your voice choked. “You’re following the stolen map, aren’t you? My dad was the one who charted the new trade route. That map is his.”

You could tell the exact moment that Buggy understood what you were saying, his gaze agonizingly intense when it fixed on you. “You said that map and the journal belong to a retired Marine.”

You nodded meekly. “That’s m-my dad.”

“So you lied to me. After everything I’ve done for you, you lied to me.”

“I was scared you wouldn’t take me if you knew my dad was a Marine, and… He has a-a lot of enemies from back then, he was pretty well-known, and so I thought that maybe you’d see me as-as a liability. I was… I was afraid, Captain Buggy. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re makin’ him sound like a big deal.”

“He… I mean, he was… People knew who he was.”

Buggy rolled his eyes. “I bet I haven’t even heard of him.”

“They used to call him the Surgeon.”

The name caught both men’s attention, you could feel the zip of tension in the air, but neither said anything until, finally, “Bullshit,” Buggy said.

“It’s the truth. When he retired, he stopped using that name and tried to-to distance himself from it. He said that if people knew, they would hurt me because of him. My mom and me… That happened because so many people hate him. That’s why I-I lied to you, and I’m so sorry. I was scared that if you knew, you wouldn’t let me join your crew.”

Buggy let out a bark-like laugh. “Sweetheart, if I knew you were the Surgeon’s daughter I would have dragged you onto this ship. I’d say you’re worth your weight in gold, but it’s more like double, no, triple that.” He shook his head. “What do you think someone would pay to get their hands on the Surgeon’s pretty little daughter? Shit, what would he pay to get back his daughter and keep his dope operation a secret? That is his, by the way, right?”

“The map and the journal are his, but I never-never knew about that… stuff.”

Buggy accepted that, nodding as he continued to pace. After a painfully long moment, he shook his head. “No, that still doesn’t explain the guy last night.”

“Captain Buggy?” Cabaji cut in.

“What?”

“It’s possible that the Surgeon sent around a description of the girl to ships in the area. We can assume that he knows we were the ones to take her.”

“You’re saying there’s a merc on every ship in the area looking to rescue a one-eyed midget girl?” Buggy asked incredulously. “No way. How could he possibly know we’d follow his stupid map? Unless…” Buggy looked at you. “Unless his adoring daughter has been reporting back to him.”

“I wouldn’t, Captain Buggy. I-I swore myself to you. Just you.”

“And assuming he knows we’re in the area,” Buggy continued, ignoring you, “why wouldn’t he call the Marines to rescue his precious princess? This place should be crawling with them.”

“Unless he was hoping to do this quietly,” Cabaji said. “Alerting the Marines would put his criminal endeavors at risk of being discovered.”

Buggy didn’t respond to that, staring hard at Cabaji for a second before returning to pacing. After one agonizingly slow lap, he turned on his heel towards you. “There’s no way you’re the Surgeon’s daughter. I saw the guy a couple of times, he looked like his mom fucked herself with the ugly stick while he was still hanging out in there. You’re…” he gestured to you, shrugging, “I mean, the eye thing aside, you’re cute.”

You shrunk away, looking at the floor.

Buggy walked to his desk and leaned over it, his hands flat on the surface. For a second, there was quiet, and then he made a sound like a growl. “Get out.”

“I’m so sorry, Captain Buggy,” you said, bowing your head in contrition before going to follow Cabaji out of his office.

“No, no, no. Not you, princess,” Buggy snapped.

You stopped, your heart racing frantically as you watched Cabaji shut the door behind himself.

“What was that with you and Cabaji before?” Buggy asked.

You slowly turned to face him, your apologies and explanations all fizzling out on your tongue at the abrupt lurch of topic. “Uhm… what?”

“I asked,” Buggy said, speaking slowly, emphatically, “what was that with you and Cabaji when I walked in? It’s pretty shameless of you to throw yourself at him after he heard you moaning this morning. Do you think he’ll buy the whole innocent act if you bat your eyelashes enough? I don’t think it’ll work as good with just one eye.”

“I was thanking him,” you said, your voice faint. The anger Buggy had now was different than before, but you didn’t know how to qualify that. There was a petulant edge to it. Not as incendiary, but far more nasty. “He saved me last night.”

“Oh, I get it,” Buggy said, nodding with a little smile. “You think he cares about you. That’s cute.” The smile dropped, his eyes cold. He pushed away from his desk to approach you. “Grow up. Cabaji is my subordinate.” He pointed to himself with the word, his voice slowly getting louder. “The only reason he saved you was because I wanted him to. The only person you should be grateful for is me.”

“I am grateful for you, Captain Buggy,” you told him, shying away with each of his heavy steps. Rather than placating Buggy, your words seemed to rile him further.

“Liar,” he shouted in your face, loud enough to make you flinch back with a whimper, bracing yourself for a blow that didn’t come. “Do you really think that you can make a fool of me? On my ship, in my office. I know there’s something going on with you. You asked him to teach you to fight, and I’ve seen the way you watch his tricks. All wide eyed and ‘oh Cabaji you’re so cool, can you teach me to do that.’”

“I don’t mean it like that,” you insisted.

“Are you trying to tell me that it's all in my head? Is that it?”

“No, sir.”

“If anything, you’re the delusional one for thinking he’d actually care about you,” Buggy said, getting in your face to emphasize his point. “I get it now. Pops was right about you being crazy, wasn’t he?”

When you didn’t respond, Buggy shook his head and turned around again, muttering under his breath. The sound was drowned out by the thumping of your heart, the whir of blood rushing through your ears. You wanted to apologize, or argue, or try to defend yourself, or anything, but you didn’t.

“Okay,” Buggy said after what felt like hours. When he turned around, his expression wasn’t nearly as animated. He pressed his hands together, tapping his index fingers to his lips as he thought. “I’m sending a boat to meet up with Mohji at the nearest island, and you’re,” he pointed at you, “gonna be on it.”

You were already shaking your head by the time you realized what he was saying. “Captain Buggy, please don’t make me go,” you begged, your chest clenching painfully at the thought of going anywhere without him. “I can still do my job. I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me go.”

He looked at you flatly, anger simmering in his eyes. “Not a chance. Consider this a demotion, kiddo. Right now, you’re worth a lot more as a hostage than you are here being a pain in the ass.”

#opla buggy #opla buggy x reader #buggy x reader #one piece live action #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #my writing #flashbang #tw.dubcon #not sfw #the gifs are barely related i just want everyone to see his pretty face lmao

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yume-tsuki · 6 months

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Mordred and Gawain (I don't know how much parts I have already, but this is the one before the last actualy. Just totally forgott to publish Gawain with text) Mordred had walked through the hallway he looked for his foster mother when he run into Meliodas infront of Isolde’s room. >>where is mommy?<< >>She is with Isolde little one. But you can’t go to her now.<< he said with sad eyes. Isolde lay in her sick bed since weeks now and it got worse after they got the package* from the kidnapper. Elizabeth had told him that she lost her live spirit and if nothing happened she maybe wouldn’t woke up one day. >>Why don’t you look for someone else to play with?<< >>Why not you?<< >>I-I can’t I will stay with Elizabeth and my sons wife<< he noticed his eyes getting wet. What if Tristan returns with his grandson but Isolde was gone? >>You sad?<< >>I am little Mordred, I am.<< Mordred looked to Meliodas who quick turned around and went back to Elizabeth. Alone he wandered through the castle till he found himself in front of tower stairs. Normally he wasn’t allowed to walk them all alone, but he was bored and did what he wanted to do. Up stairs he opened a door, a knight sit on the wall looking over the city. She looked back to the boy. >>Hey tot!<< >>What are you doing here?<< >>Looking over Lioness, they need me as long as Lady Isolde and the King and Queen aren’t able to.<< Gawain saw how the boy tried to get up the wall but failed, till she helped him get up. Long time(for Mordred at last) they sit there just looking around. >>how long do you look?<< >>Till Tristan and the others are back, hopefully with the kids. I can’t stand seeing Isolde suffer so bad.<< >>She bad sick Mommy and Daddy* doesn’t want to play with me anymore.<< Modred seemed near to tears. >>I know your feels, live is shit sometimes and you want to cry all the time, give up, get hope again just to let it be crushed ones more till everything turns out somehow…or you learn to live with it.<< Mordred looked confused, he barely understood what Gawain had told him, but she looked even as sad as his foster father Meliodas. >>You’ sad too right?<< >>I am. But you know I’m even more scared. Not as much as Isolde but enough that I dream more than ones about my friends and their offspring’s laying death somewhere and I can’t be with them. It hurts deeply.<< >>Like Belly pain?<< >>mhh, yes, like really bad belly pain!<< she tickled him for a second before sopping, and pull herself together. >>I don’t like sadness, everyone is so sad then.<<Morded stroke her arm >>me too, little Morded, me too,I realy hate it and it will never stop till we now if they come back or not. That’s why Isolde is still in her sick bed. Oh Tristan come back you Idiot, she will die.<< she looked to the horizon.... ______________ *Meliodas and Elizabethe are Mordreds foster parents. he calls them by their names when he is older. **in a future part Constantine tried to fight back the boss of the slave drivers, when he saw one of his eyes turning into demon mode he took it from the child sending it to Meliodas to let him suffer

#nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #gawain 4kota #eight guards of the abyss

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Safest with you

Gender neutral reader

Feel the need to point out again, that I do not want to make out with the birdman. But imagine being friends with a literal Egyptian god.

♡♡♡

Marc hadn't questioned it right away, but his curiosity eventually got the better of him and he had to question what part you played in this deal.

He was pretty cool with it and kept his word to Khonshu.

Who ever Khonshu chose as his avatar would have to be OK with having you around too.

You, the human who he befriended all because you could see him. You had, what he referred to, as The Sight. It allowed you to see and hear them without serving as their avatar. Khonshu was amazed he had come across you by accident.

He swore to protect you for the rest of your days. Therefore, you became friends. You were rare and he wanted to keep you safe.

Marc watched as Khonshu laughed at something you had said. He actually laughed. It was an astonishing sight to see. Actually, Marc was mind blown and confused. This didn’t feel normal.

Khonshu doesn’t laugh... in good humour.

“How did you even meet him?” Marc asks you, after you join his side.

“I was in Egypt. Everyone should go at least once in their life. I wanted to see the pyramids. Who knew I would go and leave with a god in tow. I was so freaked out when I first saw him.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Marc muttered.

“I can hear you.”

You laugh softly at Khonshu and then turn back to Marc.

“It was me who found you that day. You probably don’t remember me very well. You were dying and all that...”

Marc nods.

“I vaguely remember you being there.”

“Khonshu had me leave to protect me. You do realis if you stop being his avatar, he will only hand it over to someone else. You may not like who he decides on next,” you warn him.

“Who has he chosen next?”

“Who do you think? Someone close to you.”

Marc glances at Khonshu. The god says nothing. He looks back at you and you just nod once in silence.

“I won’t let that happen,” Marc says.

“The choice is not yours to make.”

“What about you then? Why aren’t you his avatar?” Marc asks you, ignoring the bird man.

“Because someone as special and as important as them deserves so much more than serving as my hand of justice.”

Marc turns to Khonshu again.

“You make it sound like you worship them.”

“I do. As human as one may be, someone with such a rare gift deserves to be treated higher than others. The only beings a god would happily bow down to,” Khonshu says.

“I don’t want that,” you say, looking at your dear old friend.

Khonshu turns his hollow gaze to you.

“As you wish, but it’s the least you deserve.”

You just shake your head at him.

“How do you put up with him?” Marc asks.

You smile. “He’s not so bad when you get used to it. But I do suppose it’s different for you. You’re his avatar. You fight for him. All I do is see and speak to him.”

Khonshu reaches out one of his large hands and places it upon your head.

“You do more than that, my dear friend.”

You smile up at Khonshu.

“You bring light into my existence just by knowing I’m there. You make the moon shine brighter just by being beside me. You give me hope when there isn’t much left,” Khonshu confesses.

You stare at him in awe.

Marc looks up at the god he serves.

“Then, for as long as I serve Khonshu, I will keep you safe and protected as much as I can,” Marc says, turning to you.

You smile at him.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Marc.”

You smile at your boys and then continue onward. There is much to do. It’s strange being Khonshu’s friend, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#khonshu x reader #Khonshu #moon knight #marvel moon knight #marvel #marc spector

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mysteriouschar · 1 year

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Marinette had never thought that this would happen, that people who knew her, had known her for years would believe a new students whose hobby was crying crocodile tears. It wasn't even that her acting was that good and her lies were not even solid how was it that she was the only one who saw this except for Adrian. Not that it mattered if he knew because it wasn't even helping just causing her more stress.

"Marinette I don't think this is right, your classmates believe the liar and Adrian is pushing you not to say anything and this is causing you stress. I don't want to see you suffer please tell your parents." said Tikki.

"But what if they don't believe me Tikki and what can they do? they can't help me." said marinette.

"You are their daughter and they will believe you and though they might not be able to help it would help that someone is their to help you." said Tikki

"You are right I'll tell them. Thank you Tikki."

She went downstairs while Tikki remained in the room

"I am sorry you had to suffer at the hands of the liar because of Adrian and me but I won't allow the class to bully you any longer." Tikki muttered to herself

Downstairs

"mamma, papa i have to tell you something (takes a deep breath) Lila doesn't have a lying disease she wanted to expel me because i knew she was lying but a-a-adrian told me not to say anything and i didn't want Lila to be akumatised but after a few weeks i reali-i-sed(sniffles) that she was going to continue lying so I told the class b-b-but they said i was just je-e-ealous of lila and that i shouldn't lie. And now Lila told the class that i was bullying her and." she was rambling now.

When her parents interrupted her "Darling why didn't you say anything you poor dear come here." Sabine said and hugged her daughter.

Marinette was so happy it was like before all the drama had started and her parents believed her.

"What do you want to do?, Dear." asked her parents.

"can I change schools? I know its sudden and it might take some time but i don't want to go to thAat school." she sounded hopeful.

her parents looked at each other and then nodded. "sweetie, we can enroll you into another school but it might take some time. But don't worry you don't need to go to that school run by tossers and we might just as well send a complaint to the board of governors even though they might not take any action we can use it as evidence."

"thanks mamma, papa." squealed marinette she quickly hugged them and went upstairs.

after a few months(cause I don't know exactly how admissions work)

Marinette got transferred to another and more prestigious school in Paris. Her former classmates had no idea about this as lie-la being herself had made a sob story about Marinette trying to harm her and the school kicking her out/expelling her. The fools that they were thought Marinette had gotten what she deserved were quite happy and didn't go out of their way to find her(surprisingly). The only one that had gone to find her was the banana boy who got to know that he was banned from the bakery and that her parents wouldn't allow him to meet her.

Marinette made new friends and started to believe that her former friends had never been her friends just people who took advantage of her kindness. She didn't take nor think of any kind of revenge as she believed the best revenge was doing nothing. And she was not going to waste her energy on those morons.

Should I do a Part2?

#miraculous ladybug #class salt #marinette dupain cheng #tikki the kwami

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 3

Pairing: Mob boss Bucky Barnes x Mob boss Reader

word count:

Warnings: blood, mentions of bruising and cuts (nothing specific), a lil bit of smut at the beginning, threat to the reader (but no specifics)

A/N: Finally I was able to finish this chapter after some major writer's block. There is a lot of dialogue but there are a lot of characters and they do need to interacts! As always my asks are open if you have any questions or anything!! I hope you like it

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Ch. 2

Bucky held your hips down to keep you in place as he quickened his pace. He places kisses down your jaw and your neck until he gets to your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple before he takes it in his mouth.

“Taking me so well.” He groans. “Fuck you feel so good.”

“Bucky, s-so close.” You moan, as you wrap your legs around his waist while you dig your nails into his back and drag them down. “Fuck.”

“Let go baby.” His voice is low and sultry. His words send you over the edge.

Bucky slowly started to wake up as he felt your lips moving from his jaw down his neck as your hands started to roam from his chest down. He lets out a sleepy sigh as he hears his name being called. He’s confused because he’s sure your voice wasn’t that annoying.

“Y/N?”

“What the hell Bucky?” His eyes snap open as the voice finally registers, turning his head he’s highly disappointed to find Dot in his bed instead of you. There was no logical explanation for him to even think you would be there but he has been thinking about you nonstop. Dreaming of you too apparently.

“What are you doing here?” He questions as he grabs her wrist to remove her hand from his chest.

“I thought it would be fun to wake you up. I even got all dolled up for you, don’t you like it?” She was dressed in nothing but some lingerie. Her lips stained pink and her hair styled with her signature curls. Having to deal with her and a hangover so early in the morning is going to put him in a foul mood the rest of the day.

“No, now get off of my bed and out of my apartment.”

“But Honey, don't you want to have some fun?” Dot asks as she straddles him. Her hands rested on his chest.

Bucky flips them around, his arms on either side of her head. She wraps her arms around his back and leans up to kiss him. As soon as her lips are close enough Bucky answers her question.

“Not with you.” He says in a whisper. He rolls off of her and sits on the edge of his bed. “Now get dressed and get the fuck out. I don’t want you here.”

“But why?” Dot whines as she sits up and watches him get up and find a t-shirt to put on. “We’re going to get married soon. Why can’t we just have a little bit of fun?”

He passed his hands over his face. This was not the first conversation he wanted to have today. But it seemed like Dot wasn’t going to just do as he asked so he takes a deep breath and turns to walk back towards the bed, his face inches apart from hers.

“I’m going to tell you this one time.” His voice is low and menacing. “The only reason I’m marrying you is because of a business deal. I don’t plan on touching you, got it?”

“But we’ll be sleeping in the same bed, it’s bound to happen. I mean we both have needs. Besides, I promised your dad we would have children.”

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep Dot. And we won’t be sharing a bed. You’ll have your own room. Now get out.”

She lets out an annoyed huff as she gets her dress from the floor. Bucky looked at her for just a moment and thought how the lingerie she was wearing would look better on you.

“You didn’t have a problem sleeping with me a few weeks ago, why is it a problem now? Is it because of the stupid bitch that crashed our engagement party? I don’t understand what the big deal is. Someone should get rid of her. I’ll talk to your dad and have his men teach her a lesson about crashing out engagement party.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened when he heard her speaking about you like that. He moved quickly startling the woman in front of him when she realized how close he was to her.

“Let’s get something clear. You don’t talk about her like that, actually don’t talk about her at all. And the only reason I slept with you was because I was drunk.”

“Why does she matter when you have me? I’m so much better than her.” Dot coos as she wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck.

“You will never be her.” He puts his hand around her throat, not enough to hurt her but just to send a message. “And Dot, if you ever talk about hurting her again, I will kill you.”

That causes her arms to drop as she glared at him for a moment. He’s unfazed by it and grabs her arm firmly. He leads her out of his room, down the stairs and to the living room where some of the people that work for him were.

“Make sure she leaves. I’ll deal with whoever let her in later.” He orders before turning back around and heading back to his room to get ready.

Bucky stood on the other end of the dimly lit basement, his back against the wall as he used a towel to clean the blood off of his metal arm. His eyes were focused on the man tied to a chair opposite him as he awaited an answer. Bucky pushed away from the wall and took slow measured steps toward the table just behind the man.

“Benny, I’ve been good to you haven’t I?” he asks as he looks over the items on the table and reaches for a knife.

“O-of course Mr. Barnes. Nothing but kind.” Benny whimpers as he waits for whatever is next, his right eye already swollen shut and bruises littering his skin. Blood covered his lips and chin from the broken nose he had.

“So what I want to know is who told you to get rid of our product?”

“It wasn’t me I swear. I would never go against you.”

“I’m not so sure about that, we’ve lost almost a million because of your slip up. Now you tell me what happened or suffer the consequences.” There was a moment of silence when nothing but Benny’s heavy breathing filled the room. “Ok have it your way.” Bucky moves to stand next to him and brings the knife forward, enough for Benny to see it.

“Wait please. I swear I didn’t do it. My kid was sent to the ER that night and I had to go to the hospital. Some new guy relieved me of my post. I swear, please I didn’t do this.”

“What did he look like?”

“He um- He’s tall, blond spiky hair and glasses. He looked like a total dork. He said you had sent him because I had to get to the hospital.”

Bucky curses under his breath as he stands up straighter. He knows exactly who that is and he intends to get his answers as to why your date screwed him over. Bucky walks out of the room giving the others instructions on letting Benny go before going upstairs to change.

“Come in.” Is the only answer heard through the thick wooden door. “What do you have?”

“Barnes is on his way to Y/N’s as we speak. He seemed pretty pissed off about the loss. It’s been 10 years. I doubt he’ll just take her word for it and we’ll have one less idiot to worry about if Barnes gets rid of the big oaf. The camera footage was also deleted.”

“Good. I want them, especially her, watched you got that.”

“Yes, a tail 24/7 for that stupid bitch.”

“Rumlow.”

“Yes, Pierce?”

“Don’t do anything stupid. If you fuck this up I’ll make an example out of you.” The older man says.

“Yeah yeah.” Rumlow says over his shoulder as he heads out.

Pierce picks up the papers he was looking at and goes over them again when the sound of high heels against tile catch his attention.

He looks over the top of his glasses at the door. “Well, well, well to what do I owe the pleasure? I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” He says with a smirk.

“Just wanted to see you is all.”

“Sarah and I are glad you’re back.” Sam says earnestly. “We hated having to send you away like that.”

“I’m glad I’m back too, Sammy. But you don’t have to worry about it. Both you and Sarah saved my life that night and I owe you for that.”

He shakes his head. “No you don’t, you’re family and we know you would have done the same for us. Now, tell me why I’m here alone and you didn’t ask Steve to come along? He’s been dying to see you.”

“I need your expertise on some things.”

“What do you need?”

“First of all I plan to pay you for your services. I want to clear that up, second I need some warehouses and I know you keep some empty. I’m willing to rent them and add a 10% off of all our profit from what we store there.”

“So whatever rent I charge plus a 10% fee on top of that?”

You nod.

“How many do you need?”

“At least three.”

“I can do that for you. I’ll check the places I have available and then I’ll take you to see them. How about that?”

“Just bring Sarah along with you and it’s a deal.” you stretch out your hand and he shakes it.

Rosie appears at your door after knocking. “James and Steven are in the living room and they want to talk to you mi niña.”

“Thanks Rosie I’ll be right out.” She closes the door as you look at Sam. “Any idea what that’s about?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You both stand and head out of your office the moment you are in the hallway you can hear yelling and you walk into the living room to find Bucky and Steve. The latter holding Bucky back as he yells at Jake who's standing in the middle of the room looking both annoyed and slightly confused.

“What the fuck is going on?” You ask.

“I should ask you the same thing.” Bucky says as his glare moves from Jake to you and then Sam. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my friend. Now why are you so pissed off?”

“I came for him.” Bucky points at Jake.

“Me? What the hell did I do?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You stole from me.” He looks back at you. “I thought you came to take Pierce down, why are you dragging me into this?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let him go.” Steve does as you ask but stays in between Bucky and Jake. “Let’s talk in my office, Jake you too.”

You wave your hand for Steve and Sam to follow you as well, if Bucky stays as angry as he is you’ll need the help of the two men to calm him down. Jake stops you in the hallway before walking into your office.

“Y/N I swear I didn’t do anything.” He defends himself.

“I know JJ, there has to be a misunderstanding. I trust you.” You tell him before walking in and sitting at your desk.

Bucky was on the opposite side of the study in the corner bar pouring himself a drink. You looked at Steve silently asking what happened but he just shrugged in response.

“When we talked the other day at Vinnie’s, you said you were here for Pierce. What I want to know is why he,” Bucky motions towards Jake who is standing beside you. “Is going into my warehouse and stealing from me. He took almost a million.”

“Where the hell are you getting this information from?” Tension is slowly starting to rise as you and Bucky stare each other down.

“One of my guys saw him. Said he was there to take over his shift.”

“And how exactly did you extract this information?” you raised an eyebrow, because you knew the Barnes family and you knew they had a tendency to get physical when they want information.

“You know how.”

“From what I know all of your property always have cameras, did you bother to check them or were you looking for a reason to come argue?”

Steve and Sam try but fail to hide their amusement.

“There’s nothing on the cameras I checked.”

“Do they save to a server?” Jake asks from beside you and that is your queue to move out of your chair.

“Yeah?” Bucky’s answer sounds more like a question.

“Well if that’s true then it’s not truly gone.” He says as he takes a seat and starts typing away on the laptop. “What security system do you use?”

“Stark security. What are you doing?”

“Just wait and see.” You say as you walk towards him, making yourself a drink.

For those few short minutes Bucky completely forgets why he’s even mad. Instead his attention is on you. But Steve clears his throat and pulls him back into the moment.

“I’d like a drink too, you know.”

“It’s self serve Stevie.” You inform him with a smirk. Your eyes flicker from Steve to Bucky to find him already looking at you.

“Ok and here we are. Deleted files from 6 different cameras. Is this your warehouse?” Jake turns his laptop to show the paused video, you all walk over to take a closer look. The four of you lean in to look at the video and Bucky nods. Jake reaches around and hits the spacebar letting the video play. In it you see a man doing a perimeter check when someone else appears. From a distance he looks like Jake but you all know it’s not him the minute he looks directly at the camera, amateur.

“Seems like we have a set up. Care to take a guess at who had a hand in this?” You were closer to Bucky than either of you realized, your forearm resting on his back as your hand gripped his shoulder, the other holding your drink.

Both you and Bucky turn to look at each other, your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back. Clearing your throat you stand back up putting some distance between the two of you. You take a seat on the couch.

“It’s a little too convenient that he could just pull up this footage so quickly. How do I know he didn’t set this up?” Bucky asks, grasping at straws at the moment.

“If you accuse him, you accuse me. Jake doesn’t do anything without my say. Neither do the rest of my people. Besides you can clearly see that the guy in the video isn’t JJ.”

“Also I’m just like, really good with computers.” Jake offers.

“We know this is Pierce.” Steve states.

“He’s trying to distract us.” Sam adds.

“Whose side are you on?” Bucky turns and glares at his best friend and right hand man.

“I’m on the side that doesn’t start a war between my best friends. Come on Jake let’s have a drink. Sam and I need all the embarrassing stories you have about Y/N for the past 10 years.” He chuckles when you flip him off and walks out with Jake following, closing the door on his way out.

Bucky stands with his hands on his hips, trying to burn a hole through the door before you clear your throat getting his attention.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for an apology.”

“And what am I apologizing for?”

“For barging in here and questioning me.” You say as you cross one leg over the other.

“I’m not questioning you. I had information that he had stolen from us.” He can’t help but let his eyes roam over your figure. “Do you trust him?”

“With my life.” You say as you stand. Heading over to the bar to pour yourself another drink. “You know Steve is right. This is Pierce trying to get us to fight, I for one don’t plan on letting that happen. Will you?”

“No,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. I just- there’s a lot going on right now.”

“There’s a lot going on all the time, but that’s the life isn’t it.”

“Can you cut me some slack here. When I thought it was him I could only think of him betraying you like Pierce did your father. So excuse me if I was worried about you.” He snaps.

Your shoulders tense for a split second at the mention of your father. That topic had been off limits for years. You sigh as you look over your shoulder to see Bucky leaning against your desk, his eyes glued to the floor.

“It’s ok, just next time don’t threaten my people. I’ve known them for a while and I trust them. Especially Jake, I’ve known him just as long as I’ve known you.” You say as you walk towards him.

He hums in response. Bucky flexes his fingers, fighting the urge to pull you towards him since you’re standing so close now. Then you tilt your head to the side and stare at him, the way you used to do when you were younger and his resolve all but crumbles as he grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him. Now you stand between his legs and chest to chest.

“Hey.” He says with a hint of a smirk.

“Hi.”

“Do you think you could forgive me?”

“Maybe…. But just this once. Next time there will be consequences.” You tease as your hands rest against his chest.

“And what are these consequences bug?”

“Well Barnes I can’t just tell you my secrets. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Bucky hums as he stands and quickly turns you both so that he can sit you on the desk. Standing between your legs now he towers over you, your hands never leaving his chest. The brunette places his hands on either side, caging you in and lowers his head so that your lips almost touch. “I’m sure I can handle whatever punishment you throw my way Y/L/N.” He tells you with a smirk.

Just as your lips are about to meet Steve barges into the room making Bucky move away from you. Steve gives you an apologetic look before turning to Bucky who’s glaring back at him.

“Sorry Buck but there seems to be an emergency at your parents place.”

“I’ll be right out.”

Steve nods and closes the door again.

“I’m sorry, I have to go, it might be ma or Becs.”

“Don’t apologize for taking care of them, go.”

He looks at you for a bit longer, saddened that he has to leave you. Bucky nods in your direction and leaves. You stay seated on top of your desk, a small frown on your face.

“Hey boss.” Clay’s raspy voice gets your attention.

“Come in.” You say as you hop off and move around the desk sitting in your chair. “What’s up?”

“I looked into some spaces like you asked and I found at least three buildings that we could use to open your first club. One of them is already a club. It was just closed down, all you would have to do is some slight renovations.”

“Who's the owner?”

“Some guy named Tommy D. He’s looking to sell.”

“I know him, he’s dangerous but an idiot . Set up a meeting, I want to see the place first.”

“Already did. And I had the documents sent to Walters so that she could review them in case you want to buy it on the spot.” He says.

“That sounds perfect. Can you send Cougar in? I need him to find someone for me.”

“Someone important?”

“Someone that could turn into a serious problem for Jake.”

He nods before he disappears down the hall. The video from the Barnes’ warehouse is still paused so you hit play. Sure enough you see whoever it is taking something out of the warehouse. It’s obvious Pierce already knows you’re back in the city, your return wasn’t exactly a secret. It was the opposite: you wanted him to know you were coming, you wanted him to underestimate you and your people so that when you take him down it hurts even more. The first thing you’re going to do is find whoever this person is and you’re going to find out everything he knows, if he’s allowed to run around he could put Jake in an even more dangerous situation.

That was something that you would never allow to happen. Not to any of them, the last ten years had proved that you could trust them with your life. When you said you were going back to New York they didn’t hesitate to come with you, especially Jake. A lot of people underestimated him because of his outgoing personality but he could be even more deadly than yourself. It’s why he was your right hand.

Cougar made himself known, always silent and with a killer shot. He was reliable, you still didn’t know how he did it but you’re glad he’s on your side. Apart from you, Cougar seemed to be the other person in the group to have the biggest soft spot for Jake. It’s why you were trusting him with this.

“I need you to find this man.” You tell him as you turn the laptop around. “He’s being used to impersonate Jensen and I can’t allow that to happen.”

“Dead?” He was a man of few words.

“No, bring him back alive. I have some questions for him first.”

“You got it boss.” His accent thick as he tipped his hat.

“Cougar,” you call out to him. “Take Drax with you, you could use the back up and he’s practically invisible.”

He nods one more time and heads out.

Whatever Pierce is trying to do, you’re going to stop it. This is a red herring, you’re well aware of it. It was his way of distracting you so that he could attack where you were vulnerable. The years that you spent learning from him would definitely come in handy. Pierce had no idea the hell that he’s going to find himself in.

Ch. 4

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royal-they · 2 years

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just felt like writing instead of doing homework so here have some huntlow

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Hunter had never had tea till he came to the Nocedas house on the Day of Unity. Everything had been so chaotic and nobody knew what would happen but Camilla Noceda had made them all a big meal and before they went to sleep she handed him a cup of tea. It wasn’t anything super special; just some chamomile tea she had made quickly with the hope of soothing these lost anxious kids. There was something so touching about it though, just the thought of it made him feel a little less upset about being displaced from his home.

Since then Hunter had made it a habit to make tea. Every morning, he would get up early to make all his friends tea. They always acted like it was the biggest favor in the world for him to get up at 5:00 am just to make them tea before they woke up. The favor wasn’t a big deal to him; after spending most of his life in the Emperor's Coven he could probably go days without sleep. Still Willow always forced him to rest, saying it was good for him.

Hunter got up a bit earlier on this day though. He walked to the kitchen and was quite surprised to find the gorgeous plant witch sitting on the stool next to the counter staring out the window. Her feet didn’t touch the ground because of her height and her hair was out rather than in its normal braids. He felt suddenly incredibly guilty for interrupting her thoughts and tried to slowly walk out of the kitchen without Willow noticing him.

“Oh hey you’re up early.” she said, turning around catching him just before he left.

“So are you?” He said nervously. Should he move? Should he go back into the room? Every movement he made around Willow made him second guess himself.

“Hmm that’s true.” She said turning back to look out the window. Hunter paused before walking over to the counter so he was in her field of vision.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, starting to reach for her right hand with his left. He stopped himself. Using his left hand felt strange. Belos had always told him not to use it because it would make him a wild witch. He never understood that and even now, when he knew there wasn’t anything wrong with using his left hand it still felt wrong. He brushed away his thoughts, Willow was hiding something and he felt whatever it was she needed his help.

“Nope just thinking.” She lied.

“Okay… What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“That- isn’t possible.”

She sighed and rubbed the bridge or her nose, knocking her glasses out of place. She set them down and continued to rub her face. Hunter reached his hand out again.

“Willow, please tell me what’s wrong.”

She wrapped both of her hands around herself and looked up at him again; her eyes glittering as tears welled up in them.

“Hunter, could you give me a hug?” she whispered.

Hunter blinked, a little surprised by her request but still he wrapped his arms around her, brushing the back of her head. Willow wrapped her arms around him as well crying softly into his sweater. He didn’t say anything for a while but when she lifted her head up to look at him he gently brushed her hair out of her face which was sticky from the tears.

“Ready to talk about it?” He asked quietly. Willow pressed her face into his left hand slightly and nodded.

“I guess I’m just overwhelmed by all of this,” she explained “everyone's worried and I just feel like it all comes down to me y’know? I’m supposed to be there for them to just listen and help them. And right now it feels like I can’t, I don’t have solutions.”

“Nobody expects you to be able to save the world for them Willow,” he said tilting her face to look at him a bit better, “nobody could ever do such a thing by themselves no matter how powerful.”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, “I’m not being logical. It just feels like after everything everyone's done for me I should be able to help them.”

Hunter felt quite surprised as he gazed down at her, “I feel like you’ve helped more people then you realize.”

She looked at him with confusion, “Not nearly as much as they’ve helped me.”

“What are you talking about? You were the first friend Gus ever had, you introduced Luz to Hexide, and you even were able to resolve your conflicts with Amity.” Hunter stared into her eyes and said more softly, “You also helped me more than anyone ever could, you gave me a chance to be more than just the Golden Guard.”

Willow was speechless as she gazed up at him but his expression didn’t change. He really does mean it. Something about that made her face flush a bit. She buried her face back into his sweater.

“Is something wrong Captain?” Hunter said feeling rather concerned.

“No.” she mumbled.

“Are you sure? Your face seems a bit flushed,” Hunter said, pulling away slightly to see her face, pressing his left hand to her forehead “Are you sick?”

“No.” she said, leaning toward him smiling as he fussed over her.

“Hmm well if you are definitely going to need tea.” He said gently picking her up and walking over to the stove to get the tea pot.

“Do you always get up to make tea this early?” she asked as she absentmindedly played with his hair.

“Well not usually this early, usually I get up around 5:00-”

“5:00?” Willow exclaimed, “you said you were getting enough sleep!”

“I am getting enough sleep, you’re the one who’s up earlier than me sitting in the kitchen for like an hour.”

“I haven’t been here for an hour,” she huffed, “only half an hour.”

“Yeah, well growing witches need their sleep.” He teased setting her down.

Willow kept her arms wrapped around his waist refusing to move at all. Hunter felt quite surprised but didn’t mind his friend's embrace. He leaned towards her slightly suddenly feeling like he might not need tea to feel at home.

“Willow,” Hunter murmured after a while, “I need to move.”

“Hmph.” Willow gave him a quick peck on his cheek and then ran back to bed before Hunter could react to her impulsive decision.

#the owl house #toh #huntlow toh #huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #fun fact i dont like tea very much #i just thought that hunter probably would #also the aesthetic appeal of tea gives huntlow vibes so yeah

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thepariahcontinuum · 1 year

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Right more details for the worm power oc

First of i misspeld the power's they have it's a mix of brute, tinker and trump.

The trump part: this cape's other powers increase depanding on the brutality and bloodshed of wich ever fight they are in so a fight that last for hours but only resaults in a few cuts won't realy give this cape anything to work with while a fight that last for like 10 seconds but with enough carnage to paint the entire street red wil give them enough power to take on entire teams

The brute part : a simple brute package of hitting hard and getting hit hard it starts of at the level of strength of a professional athlete and goes up from there and just to ad something more interesstring to it their strength increases more then their durabilty

The tinker part: the main part of their power unlike most thinkers who need high tech tools and workshop to make their tech and can only do minimal field work they are the opposite they build their best tech while actifly fighting and can only do minimal work on their tech outside of that. To make up fore the facht that this is incredibly dangourse they can build fast enough that they can actuly use their tech during the fight and their tech needs less maintenance to keep working. and because of the trump part of their power the more brutal the fight the stronger the tech.

Sorry that i wasn't detailed enough the first time i hope that this clears it up a bit.

Okay so to be sure I understand, we have a Cape who has a steadily increasing Brute package, like Lung but without the transformation aspect and added onto that they have a Tinker ability that can only be used whilst actively feeding their conflict drive. Both powers scale to the level of violence rather than time.

....Firstly I have to ask if you've ever played Warhammer 40k, because this motherfucker has the Mark of Khorne.

Secondly, you never actually specified what their Tinker power is specialised around so I'm gonna pick....I chose bladed weapons, with a preference for axes and with it being Tinker-Tech they can make a blade out of anything, you think prison shanks are inventive you've seen nothing. Fighting this character is an ordeal, they just rip and tear and turn everything around them into axes, knives, swords, scythes and Shuriken that get thrown with brute package strength.

This is a Villain, more than that this is somebody with a kill order, so intensely violent that Jack Slash wouldn't even try to recruit them....But Crawler might, just for the challenge.

The Warhammer 40k idea stuck with me, I went with the idea of a member of the World Eaters Legion who suffers from being "Lost to the Nails", basically the Shard isn't fully in control like what happened to Teacher but they're addicted to feeding the conflict shard, if they go without violence for more than a couple of days then they're gonna be twitching and scratching as themselves like they're on a comedown....At this point they really don't have a personality outside of "Kill, main, burn"

Physically this is a juggernaut, someone built like a powerlifter who could break you in half even without a brute power. Their costume is barely worthy of the name, but given that they're on a kill list and no longer protected by the rules of the game it doesn't matter, their public identity is already blown.... I'm thinking absolutely bloodsoaked t-shirt and ripped jeans, chains, spiked pads and choker with the most viscerally eye-catching part of the costume being a patchwork-looking leather jacket that's been ripped and shredded plenty of times, then had the repairs made with what was left of the last victim. Their mask something simple but their matted hair and bloodshot, wild eyes should be visible.

Cape name: Meatgrinder

#wormblr #worm web serial #parahumans #wildbow #worm oc

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vitanithepure · 8 months

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Hey, hope you are doing great today!

I'd love to hear your insight on something if that's okay? Do you think there are wrong ways to play out the BG3 companion stories? Like, do the universally considered bad decisions are... well, bad?

I'm doing fine, thank you so much and I hope you are okay as well nonny!

My inbox is open, and that is never a problem!

That's a very multi-layerd and interesting question, I'll try to anwser what I think to the best of my ability, but bear in mind I'll leave out Shadowheart and Halsin here because I didn't manage to finish the game with their 'bad' ending and Mintha because I never recruited her so far so nothing to say here sadly :(

Spoilers ahead of course.

Okay, so to begin I'll say that the only bad endings for me is when a character straight up dies or is destined to die. Death is the only bad ending, because it's the literal end, nothing can progress beyond it.

Overall I think it's an interesting mechanic we got, where we are often placed in those character's stories as their moral guide. Like, they would manage all that on their own and make a decision that is best for them, but... not the morally (as we universally understand it) correct one. Usually we are placed in the role of the enabler, often it's the player that decides for their companions, and here they make their own choices and we just... challenge them on this idea if we feel they are wrong. It feels very real, and I really enjoy it.

With that said let's think about our companions and how the story can end for them in a way most people define as bad.

Astarion

So he obviously starts out on his path pretty early, he's out there to grab some power, from any source wiling to give it. So the natural extension of that would be to follow the Ascendant road. It certainly makes sense and while I understand why many people think it's bad because the cycle isn't broken and he is forced to become the the abuser, but... does he? I mean, he obviously does, because this path doesn't make him learn any lessons except that things worth in life can be obtained only with power. It's bad from a morality point of view, but things can still change for him, and now - if he decides to grow some conscience at any point - he has the power to make a difference. It's certainly not a bad ending for him.

Gale

Gale has a lot of actually bad endings. Bad in the sense I said at the beginning - he just ends up dead in them and that's straight up horrific. All of them are tied to resolving the problem with his orb, if he agrees to the first one given he just dies, either sooner or later, but unltimately he sacraficies himself. The worst ending by far. If he decides to pursue the idea of using the Crown of Karsus to control the orb - he dies, killed by Mystra. If he ignores the problem - he dies. The only ending he gets is when he convince him to return the Crown to Mystra, and that also happens to be considered his 'good' ending. I kind of see it as the only viable one, not really all that 'good' as the only one he has.

Lae'zel

Well, I'm not sure what people consider her bad ending, so I'll make a guess it probably is the one I actually got on my first run and that is her being left alone. Both her endings where she stil serves Vlaakith or the rebellion against her (in any capacity, with or without Orhpeus) can't really be considered bad for her. In the Vlaakith one she gets what she wants, but not what she needs - but as long as she lives it doesn't matter because things can still change. So when she is left without her people (because we turned her away from her queen and didn't free the prince) she is kind of... forced to live on this plane as I understand it? Which is a tragedy for herself, but not the end of the world for her. I wasn't surprised she left me feeling dejected, but I also think she deserves to make her own path - nothing realy stopping her to join with the rebels and find another way to stop Vlaakith. I don't know, I don't feel as strongly about her endings, I feel like I miss something essential but it hasn't come to me yet.

Wyll

Does he have an ending one would consider bad? Yes, I think he does and I'm not sure what people consider bad for him, but... generally the event of him signing the pact for the rest of his life is bad. No life is worth that kind of sacrifice, that's how I feel about it. Not in a D&D setting where we have a confirmed afterlife and Wyll's father death just means he goes to whatever god he prayed to while the alternative makes Wyll destined to suffer Hell for an eternity. Like... no, why would anyone even consider that a good option? There is nothing even remotely heroic in throwing your soul away this way, not in D&D.

Karlach

I don't believe there is much to be said here. It's just like Gale - the only viable option for her is to survive, and surviving means doing what she considers the absolute worse case scenario. Yet I still believe that her going back to Avernus is just a step back, not the end. As long as she lives she can find a way to deal with the infernal engine. I know she is a fan favorite, and I get it why people hope for a different solution, but I kind of enjoy her ending as it is? Not everyone will always get a happy ending, and hers is beautiful in that tragic sense. She got her life back, for a spell, and lived it to the fullest. It's so much better than having even an immortal life devoid of that spark she had.

#phew that was a mind exercise for sure #thank you for the ask!#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 10 months

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I'd like to think they get better with time XD in game there 17 so very much still kids. I'd think 10 years after the game, they'd still be phyco but also more adjusted and mature. Floyd would still squeeze people who broke the contract, but azul would actually make good contracts. None of the shady shit that no one can complete. And Jade will still be a mushroom addicts is more open on how he is. ( punk jade punk jade punk jade ) they definitely took over their family's "bissness," so still spill blood, but for my own sanity, they don't do the extreme shit their work is known for. Floyd would still bully, but it was not as bad. Mainly goes after scumbag since there are the ones who either fight back or plead the most. He can't be bought, so if they are rich and usually pay to get out of jail, their money would mean nothing to him.

And as for the mafia part.... eh????? I hate that it's shit that acualy happens and I can't realy see them doing some of that. There out of the box guys. Maybe they'd go equalizer at some point????? That's probably but hope though

Yeah, I get the whole being a kid thing, but if you're not making any actions to better yourself at 17, you're probably still gonna be a douche at 25 or whatever. Not seeing them in the mafia thing... they're basically the fish mafia, my guy

Sure, MAYBE they'll get better, but with their personalities and what we know, the line they're going down isn't fantastic. Maybe Azul decides he doesn't need the contract system anymore if he expands Mostro Lounge enough to be an enterprise, maybe he keeps it up because he's the definition of greedy

Idk, I write them all a decade older anyways because I don't write kids and I literally thought the place was a COLLEGE, where people basically any age after high school can go. I don't feel like it changes too much personality-wise. Hell, I've come across 36 year olds that still act like high-schoolers because unless you're putting in time and effort to better yourself, it's not gonna happen

Contrary to popular belief, you don't just mature and become responsible once you hit 18 at midnight. I still feel as lost and clueless as I did in High School, just with a lot more responsibilities over the years

#cinnanswers

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Im realy confused as to why college is sooo much harder than high school. Like it should only be like one level harder, but they made this shit 5 levels harder

i think a lot of it is about the age you're at and the massive changes going on around it. like, it's not just the classes that are more difficult, it's the whole change in environment and routine that fucks you up, as well as suddenly going from a minor to an adult and having all the maturing to do. and then depending on your school there can be much stricter rules for like how many classes you're allowed to miss and how much each assignment is weighted and how tough the teachers are.

for me the classes weren't particularly hard compared to high school (i went to a famously competetive public high school lol so that prepared me a bit for tough classes) but it was kind of everything ELSE that really got me. also, i just felt like i learned absolutely nothing in any of my classes, and all of them were assigned to me, bc the first year of art school is all basic foundation classes, so I didn't get to choose my specific interests. it was also a really big school which i don't think really fit my ideal environment, and all the teachers were adjunct and worked like three other jobs at the same time, so they couldn't be as hands on and dedicated as they should've been allowed to be. you might've heard about the really big strike that happened at a college in philadelphia, where the TA's were striking for like a whole semester and it was a big mess and the school administration was the worst? that was my school, lol, so basically it was just a lot going on. i actually transfered this summer to another art college in the city, so i'm really hoping this will be more my speed. but yeah, it was just so much stuff thrown at me at once and at a difficult time in my life too.

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annsillsomething · 2 years

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this is going to be a long post

so I watched the rings of power

and I have to emphasize that I didn’t pay anything for it because I would never pay someone for defiling the beautiful world J. R. R. Tolkien created

well, I say I didn’t pay anything but it have definitely costed me some nerves

and not only because it is so devastatingly different from the original work, it hurt, but I was willing to give the creators a chance to tell a « new story »

if they had succeeded I would have still complained because I believe it’s unacceptable when dealing with such a well written and detailed world like J. R. R. Tolkien’s but there would have been at least something positive about the whole situation

but this series don’t tell a good « new story »

and I don’t have to see the end of it to be completely sure

the number of scenes that do not make any sense even in the context of the « new story » is ridiculously large

like that one with Galadriel jumping overboard in the middle of the sea

and speaking of Galadriel

let’s ignore for a moment the fact that what we see in the rings of power is a completely different character (where is her husband, by the way, I wonder)

but I can’t ignore that she was turned into Mary Sue

like her single-handedly killing the troll that at least three of her soldiers failed to even scratch

or defeating 4 guards in full armor while being in chains and unarmed

that’s not what a strong female character is supposed to be, that’s a badly written overpowered character whose personality can be described in two words: independent (which is more like arrogant asshole who « doesn’t need anyone’s help ») and badass (not in a good way, something like « I’ll punch you in the face if you as much as look at me slightly wrong »)

seems like more than two words, but I wanted to be as clear as possible

I don’t understand why this kind of characters is so popular nowadays (not among the audience but in the industry, I still can’t get over Carol Danvers… she was so damn annoying and flat)

ok, some might say « she is an ancient elf with thousands years of experience », but so are her soldiers, what makes her different?

honestly, I’ve got so many questions, Galadriel in the books is incredible why make her so… shallow

ok, enough about Galadriel

let’s move on to other stupid things

Arondir (and some elves whose names I didn’t catch, they died too fast anyway) fighting the orcs in their camp (or whatever that was, I’m not sure I got it right)

the scene looks so unrealistic and physically impossible… ugh… I just can’t, it’s not even cool because the rings of power is not an anime, it’s supposed to be fantasy (probably dark fantasy in this case) series, that implies some magic, yes, but none of defying gravity and flying on the giant chains

then there was the tunnel that Arondir was investigating

that’s some of the horror film’s logic like « let’s go into a potentially dangerous place which is hard to get out of fast »

additional points for going alone

and when he tried to get deeper when he spotted enemies instead of going back the way he came

without knowing whether there is a way out

that might be my claustrophobia talking but I still believe it wasn’t the smartest move

and I don’t think this character is supposed to be stupid

those are the things that annoyed me the most

and I really try not to dive into the abyss of complaints about canon deviations (J. R. R. Tolkien’s works are very important to me personally, I spent my whole youth reading and rereading everything I could get my hands on, so yeah… I don’t want to speak about all this shit in the series now)

the story itself is barely there

4 (5th being watched while I edit the post) episodes in and nothing actually happened

and I don’t like where this is going (for a lot of reasons)

there is another thing which… surprised me

while watching the scene where Teo is hiding from orcs I found myself hoping they will find him

I really wanted them to

and this is when I realized that the problem is even bigger than I estimated

that has been the first time I actually rooted for orcs

I couldn’t find a single reason to empathize with Teo or any other positive character (aside from Durin, Disa and Nori with her family, those are fine), I didn’t want to see them happy or even alive, I didn’t want to hear their story

this has been the first time I wanted Sauron to actually succeed in his quest to conquer the world

and that must mean something

in conclusion, I can say that I didn’t have high expectations for these series to begin with (at least after the trailers, before that… talking about it is just going to make me sad) so I wasn’t too disappointed

it is exactly as bad as I thought it would be but now I can make a list of things that make it bad instead of just saying that it is

my sister made me watch it to see me suffer (she got what she wanted)

Upd.: the 5th episode was something

I’ve never heard anything more stupid than the explanation of the necessity of mithril for the elves (no spoilers my friends, I want you to hear it yourself)

someone must have been drunk or high when they came up with it

it was so terribly stupid I couldn’t even get angry

the rest of the episodes pales in comparison to this shit

I’m still rooting for orcs and whoever is leading them (I don’t care who this guy is, Sauron or someone else, I like his voice and overall vibe), haha

oh, and Númenóreans’ armor is probably made of cardboard or something like that, really, it looks so cheap and ugly, ugh

well, it probably won’t protect from anything but at least the soldiers won’t sink if they fall overboard heheh

#the rings of power #rings of power

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mega-reaver-pan-90-2-16 · 1 year

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Random Rant

Sigh. alright let’s try something differant.

To be honest I do like to do role plays,tickling normaly but that’s only regarding fetish. I do non fetish too after all. But you know what I like more than role plays? just talking to people, getting to know them. Role plays are one of my many ways of trying to talk to people or get to know them. Having something to role play sometimes allows room to get to know more about the other person’s likes when your not role playing. Same can be said when your an artist and people come and leave comments after they fave your work.....asuming they say anything on your work and don’t just add it to their favorites and not say anything else....

Yeah sometmes people just don’t say anything at all and go their own way. and I’m kind of used to that. It’s atleast better than those who who come acting like you owe them anything. or those you try to aproach politely and they dismiss you and you try to back off politely. however if your me maybe your atleast hoping for some sympothy or maybe you already know your better off just saying a simple ok.... You better not ever leave a sigh or any sighn that your upset or possess any emotions or the other person will tell you how your trying to guilt trip them and what a shitty person you are, with just the little bit of words you leave behind. Your better off just not shareing your emotions or else your a shitty selfish person, even if it’s something as short and small as an easy to ignore sigh. I mean for crying out loud I’ve left entire paragraphs before simply because it’s hard to leave as few words as possible that can best express myself in a possitive matter. but it seems even just 5 words or even one can be to much.......... Course the enternet’s a big place so atleast you can go looking else where...even if people suddenly disapear without warning and what not. and ofcourse people can be buisy. But you know something it’s realy cruddy how many people in the world both on and off line who think they can preach at other people but never practice what they preach. So many people who virtue signal! but Virtue isn’t something you demand of other people it’s something YOU PRACTICE! AND IF YOU PREACH at people telling them how CRUDDY THEY ARE! HOW SHITTY THEY ARE?! HOW they should feel ashamed for trying to make you feel any kind of guilt or care about what’s going on in their lives. not only does that do NOTHING TO INSPIRE THEM TO BE BETTER! but do you realy think it makes you look like a saint or a respectable person who understands anything about Virtue?! WHO ON EARTH OR ANYWHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! Do you realy think you are without fault or blame?!

sigh, You know it’s funny everyone has become so sensitive and no turns the other cheek anymore. The ones who do are far too few , meanwhile there are to many people who think they turn the other cheek to much when the majority of the time they distance themselves from others and could care less what goes on in another person’s life. Meanwhile they love to be showered with praise or to brag on themselves. I get it. No one likes to feel like shit especialy when as far as you know that’s probably all you can ever amount to, especialy if someone told you that’s all you are. Or maybe no one has told youhow shitty you are but maybe you always enjoyed just feeling better than others. yOU LIKE TO FEEL untouchable. Oh your Untouchable alright, when the world eventualy falls in around you, most people probably won’t even care because they are just like you................Do I entirely believee all this? Well part of me tries to be possitive, not look at everything as if it’s pointless. I believe we all find and gives value to things other’s could care less for....but when we die Who else cares for it but those who valued us. But what happens when we stop putting value in other people? or come up for reasons why it’s exceptable to treat people like trash, with no value. If we all start doing thatm the thing is we all die at some point . That means the only person who would see any value in yourself is you? Do you believe no one see’s any value in you? Do you believe your more importasnt than other people?or Do you think you have no worth? Or do you believe? you do have worth but it’s just not absolutely better nor less than anyone else nor equal? And how do you think you are going to show that worth to others? Why should anyone else SEE ANY WORTH IN YOU? Do you look for worth in others? and what does every word and action mean to you? how much thought do you put into other people’s words when they speak or text? When someone reaches out to you? do you reach back? and what do you do if you do want to reach back but you don’t know how? You want to reach back because you know how rare it is to find people who care. But you don’t know if that person realy cares or if they just want to use you. How do you tell a friend apart from a frenemy? What good do you think it would help you to find out if you emediatly treat them like an enemy? I suppose it makes since if you just don’t want to be their friend at all. Just know that people are fickled creatures and finding true friends is almost like searching for the city of Gold, except they are more likely to be real. What I mean is true Friends are rare.

Sigh this world truely feels almost like a wa r zone when it comes to the social world. Some people are just out to conquar and destroy or harrass while others want to manipulate. However it’s nto all bad there those who know how to be calm and pacient and have resepct for their fellowman. People who don’t just try emediatly asume anything about your life and don’t try to MAKE YOU feel lousy when they hardly know you at all, Do exist. However we sure could use more people like that in this world. All I can say is. I guess I’m gonna have to require alot of pacients and try hard to be one myself. Because I’m not goona tell you to be one. That’s what everyone want to do is turn to the other guy and tell them, “you need to be a better person but I’ve done nothing wrong.” or“Well you can try to be a better person but I’m not gonna bother because their’s no point in trying cause no one cares. and no one is going to realy change.” Obviosyl either one doesn’t want to put in the effort because they’d rather take advantage of those who do and just gain the benefits. But you know, you shouldn’t take nice people for granted, because they don’t have to be nice. I don’t have to be nice. I can be nice if I want to and I’ll certainly do care. What I don’t care for is people acting all high and mighty and trying to act all superior. The Golden Rule is treat people the way you’d like them to treat you. Not demand that people treat you the way they’d like to be treated. Yes it’s important we spread the message, but their’s an old saying. You can talk the talk but can you Walk the walk? are you telling people they should treat people how they’d want them to treat them because it’s the right thing to do and because you believe you yourself should be held to that same standard? Or are you just saying that to get what you want? cause guess what, people are smart, even if you don’t think they are. Sooner or later they figure you out and realise their being played for fools.

Sigh welp I think I’m done for now. There was some valid truths and points to all this but at the same time it was also abit of a rant. Maybe I’ll come back to this post some day and better validate some points or correct some stuff, but for now I guess you could say I’m risking being in a metaphorical Shark cage.

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