summary: Instantly captivated by the woman the nurses have dubbed the ‘frequent flyer’ of the emergency department, Bucky can’t help but fall for Y/n. He relishes every moment he can spend with her and with her apparent clumsiness, it’s quite often. That is, until he learns the real reason behind her injuries.
pairing: doctor!bucky x reader
word count: 13k
warnings: mentions of a physically abusive relationship (no direct descriptions of violence), descriptions of injuries
authors’s note: this def gets a little dark but I promise it’s worth it. please enjoy a very lovestruck/protective bucky
“Alright little man,” Bucky chuckled, brushing his hand over the curls of the three-year-old boy name Nico sitting in his father’s lap upon a cot. The busy chaos of the emergency department had Nico clinging onto his stuff stuffed stegosaurus for dear life, curled up against his father’s chest.
Small brown eyes looked up nervously as Bucky knelt down at Nico’s eye level. He pointed to the Band-Aid he had obtained special from the pediatrics floor on the boy’s elbow, light green and covered in small cartoon dinosaurs.
“Don’t go running down the stairs again, okay? Doctor’s orders.”
Nico nodded, his curls bouncing into his eyes. Bucky stood up with a grin and shook the hand of Nico’s father who apologized for the fifth time in as many minutes for bringing his son in for such a small cut. His wife was away on business and he had a bad habit of panicking at the small things when it came to their son.
“Always better to be safe,” Bucky advised, offering the nervous father an encouraging smile as he slid the chart into the basket at the end of the bed. The man hugged his son tightly before he reached for their coats, thanking Bucky again for his time. He watched as Nico’s father lifted him easily into his arms and carried him to the exit of the emergency department.
As they pushed open the doors, Bucky caught a brief glimpse of the night sky, blanketed in darkness and freckled in stars. Last he knew the sun was still above the skyline. He glanced up at the bright red numbers illuminated above the nurses’ station to read it was nearing on one in the morning. Bucky sighed, giving himself only a moment to breathe before he recognized Steve jogging in his direction.
summary: Din takes a bodyguarding gig, and has a lot more fun than he anticipates.
rating: E [warnings: SMUT, drug use, alcohol use, sex pollen (more like an ecstasy situation), DUB CON bc sex pollen/drug use/alcohol use, legal age gap (reader is around 23 during story events, but they knew each other when she was a teenager) masturbation (m&f), oral sex (m&f receiving), PIV, the sex is kinda rough, some spanking, one singular sarcastic use of the word daddy, Din is a lot possessive, fuck I think that’s it]
pairing: Din Djarin x fem reader
word count: ~5k
note: WELL the girlies saw a TikTok and then me and Jules lost the entirety of our minds and then she drew something absolutely fucking gorgeous and I wrote whatever this is and I hope y’all like because I’ve stared at for so long I can’t tell if it’s good! Din’s a little OOC maybe? And this went a wild direction. Love to @starlightmornings for the once-over, I’ll do a tag list rb in the morning <3
This was a mistake, he thinks. Music blares around him, heavy bass screaming through his body. He’s never been more uncomfortable in his life, scaring off more than a few suitors who were much too interested in everything a Mandalorian can do. Din’s never been opposed to casual sex, but that’s not why he’s here.
The credits are damn good, though. They always are with this gig.
He thought it was a bounty in the beginning. Canto Bight was more upscale than he was used to, but a job’s a job, regardless of location. There’d been no puck, which had given him pause, but it wasn’t totally unheard of. The coordinates sent him to a glittering skyscraper and into the plush, well-decorated home of a casino mogul.
“I need a bodyguard,” the woman explained. “For my daughter.”
This ain’t your average Castys torture It’s set in a collab between me and @galaxywhump where Castys is stuck on SV-240 in the care of Motherfucking Daniel Rooney along with Wren (if you aren’t familiar with her series this is your sign to go read it pls thx (or at least read the synopsis so this makes a lil more sense ehe)) So uh yeah Daniel and Wren and the whole universe belong to Marti Castys just got reverse-isekai’d into it alrighty baby-
Ingredients: buried alive, immortal whumpee, suffocation, some head trauma and cracked ribs, starvation mention, muzzle, there is some dirt in the ol’ eyeballs, claustrophobia vibes (like Castys does not have claustrophobia but he is def in that kinda situation ya dig (omg im so funny)), worm on boy shenanigans but with extra spice
Castys wished he could at least find a comfortable position, but that was pretty hard with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, and the muzzle strapped to his face wasn’t helping matters either. Because god forbid he talk to himself while he was trapped in a fucking closet. And the worst part was, this wasn’t even the big boy punishment! Daniel, Danibus, Danimal, the dumb stupid Dan Man, had literally just tossed him in here with the verbose command to “wait” and left him to stew like a pot of soup. Castys wasn’t really stewing, though he was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it, because “unkillable vermin” don’t need to eat much, apparently. He was learning so many cool new things about his biology while he was stuck in this other world!
When the door opened, he was relieved for a second, because his boredom was over, but then he saw Daniel and remembered everything about Daniel and what Daniel thought was fun, and he wished he could ask him to just shut that door again, oh please mister sir Daniel sir I’ll be the goodest best boy for you if you’d just shut that so I don’t have to see your face for another half hour. Alas, he could not speak, so all he could do was stumble along as Daniel yanked him to his feet by the ring of his collar and pulled him out into the backyard. Wren was there, refusing to look him in the eye, covered in dirt and…and holding a shovel. There was a large pile of dirt next to him, too, and that meant…oh.
