#I hunger for shrimp

[idliketochill]

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[ehay]

[tytoalbatross]

original Narrator Hunger Games by @deviousnarrator

@tsp-narrator-ask @grimmrabbits @mar00nharp00ns I COULD NOT EXPLAIN TO YOU WHY ALLAN DID THIS EVEN IF I KNEW. HE'S FUCKING STUPID . IM SO SORRY THAT HE KILLED THEODORE

bonus with my sona

[definitelynotshouting]

Can I ask, since you mentioned agreeing 'even if under duress' - how did the Watchers convince Player Grian to join them in hunger au?

So take this with the specific grain of salt that ive never watched Evo directly (but have friends who have ((thank you wren)), so i know tidbits via osmosis from them), but my thought has always been that the riddles the Watchers gave the Evo Players were all tests used to measure cleverness and intelligence-- the whole point of them attempting to copy the mind of a Player into a Watcher larva in the first place was to try and avoid the insanely high infant mortality rate their typical juveniles go through, bc they dont understand their own limits enough to even know they have them yet. So they needed a Player they knew they could instruct and who would listen to them, and, well. Grian, for all he was rebellious and outright defiant of the Watchers, still solved their puzzles and only had to be punished once before he stopped trying to mess with them

What ive always pictured is after the dragon fight the two main elders of the Watcher colony finally revealed themselves to Grian properly-- i have this crystal clear image of the two of them hovering above and next to the central end island, looming over Grian, and like, these guys are big. HUGE. A good 5x bigger than the ender dragon itself, at LEAST. It would be hard not to feel insanely intimidated by that, honestly, especially when there are two of them side by side, blocking your entire view of the End from that direction.

Anyway picture that with the context of these two giant floating winged worms youve never seen before, who have demonstrated their powerful ability to manipulate code in a way you cant.... telling you that they have chosen you to become one of them. Thats an immense amount of pressure, both from flattery and fear, especially considering theyve punished you before for defying them. I like to think even then, Grian balked a bit, and while i dont have exact dialogue beats here, i know the Watchers continued putting that pressure on him (likely while leveraging his friendships too-- like ive always said, if Grian hadnt been chosen, BigB wouldve been, and i can absolutely see the Watchers offering to take him in Grian's stead) until he finally caved and accepted their "offer" of joining them.

Unfortunately, he didnt find out exactly what that entailed until it was far too late.

[nim-lock]

doodling folding cards ✨ :) life has been a time and we are all trying our best

[drawing of a folding card design. Shrimp, plants, and squiggles float on a peach colored background. There’s a large white speech bubble on the front cover. It’s empty.]

[vancilart]

46. comfort & 48. to shut up

every nervous girl needs a shadow bf to materialize when you fumble a social interaction

anti-cringe measures

[leatherbookmark]

i had to block the hg polls because there were Too Many Of Them, but i'm just wondering... are people voting as in "in a direct combat between X and Y, who would win?" or "out of these two, who has better chances for survival?". it's been ages since i've read the books, but iirc there was a good chunk of Trying Not To Die, not just seeking out to eliminate one's opponents. i realize this would've made the voting more difficult, but i can't imagine, say, either lxc or wn starting a fight with the explicit purpose of killing each other. they're definitely the "wait it out and avoid killing until it's absolutely necessary" type imo! well. poor wn probably gets killed quite early on, but.

[jrueships]

cringe king slay !!

[requinoesis]

I know this is a weird question, but what exactly do the bigger sharks eat in your world? I know Rocky is a Great Hammerhead and they (as a species) are known to be other shark eaters, so is there like an alternative meat that they eat, or do they just stick to stingrays and bony fish?

That's a curious question, and I was quite inspired when I thought about how to answer it!✨

In the past, they used to hunt wild fish, but with the advent of the modern age, they stopped fishing and adapted entirely to the practice of pisciculture. 🐟✨

In a hypothetical future on this Earth, fish are incredibly larger and more abundant. Some have been domesticated, just as we humans used to do, and are treated with deep respect.

In order not to cover too much, I've focused only on the fish that have been domesticated for consumption in the region where my main characters live, called "Santa Maré".

They are the descendants of species we know, such as Arapaima, Tuna, Tilapia, Sardines, Anchovies, Salmon, Cod, Octopus, Squid, Crab and Shrimp.

These are some of the typical dishes of the Santa Maré region, most of which are variations on recipes handed down from the ancient human presence that marked this region a thousand years ago. Lots of seafood-based dishes with a spicy touch! 🌶️✨

Some of these dishes were inspired by real recipes from my country such as: Casquinha de Siri, Tuna Poke, Vatapá, Bobó de Camarão, Moqueca de Peixe, Octopus Rice, Acarajé, Cod Baked in Olive Oil, Cod Croquettes and the sweet dessert called Manjar, which is a coconut pudding with plum syrup!

Things like corn, wheat and other fruits, vegetables and animals domesticated by humans disappeared millions of years ago. So I wondered what other options they could find to use as the main ingredients.

Algae Flour, Palm Oil, Palm Butter, Coconut Milk, Palm Sugar, Domesticated Snake Eggs, Sea Salt. In the Santa Maré region, palm is widely used as the main ingredient, while other regions may prefer ingredients based on algae, for example.

Some domesticated fruits and vegetables are only used to season and enhance the flavor of dishes, but they don't make much difference to their bodies. They eat several meals a day, and food is plentiful in this civilization, so the great sharks wouldn't need to devour their friends to satisfy their hunger, hehe.

And speaking of Roberto/Rocky, my great hammerhead shark, if he gets really hungry, a Tuna Poke is enough to make him very happy and satiated! 🍣✨

[seratopia]

satoru gojo x reader (smut) → she/her pronouns!

cunnilingus, fingering, squirting (clingy) gojo eats your pussy out on a desk chair until you squirt this is my 1st smut guys don't kill me ; sorry if this is short

In one of Satoru's old tees and a pair of panties, you're cross-legged on top of your swivel desk chair, clacking and tapping at your fancy keyboard. With his long legs spread out across the majority of your little bed, Gojo folds his hands behind his head as he lays down, watching as you tend to a few work things on the monitor.

The way you sit on chairs is peculiar to Satoru; your feet never touch the ground. The entire room is just filled with sounds of your keyboard, the occasional mouse click or scroll here and there.

Satoru pouts, gazing at you intently to see if you'd read his mind. How could you sit there on that desk chair, looking all pretty while doing work? He's right here, needy and eager for the attention you pump him full with. Part of him wants to annoy you; but he wants you to come to him, not the other way around.

In his mind, it's almost like a game, like a contest to see who can ignore each other the longest. You aren't even ignoring him, just paying attention to your monitor screen. Satoru only lasts about 21 minutes before finally deciding to beckon for your attention.

"(Naaaaaaaaame), c'monnn! We should do something!" He whines, dramatically shuffling around in the sheets like a dilapidated shrimp.

"Like whaaaat?" You ask, mimicking his wording. Your face is still glued to the screen, and Satoru pouts. One click, he waits.

He rises from his laying position, crossing his legs and intently glaring at you. "I could take you out! We could pick up daifuku or that taro boba you always like?"

Within your moment of contemplation, Satoru peers at you with a hopeful little smile on his face. You aren't even looking at him. He tries his best to bat his lashes at you, as if that'd persuade you to say yes. As much as you'd like to go out; your calendar has been backed up with too many tasks.

"M'sorry hun, not today. There's stuff I need to do." You admit, tilting your chair just a little bit to meet eye with your boyfriend. The displeased frown on his face is as clear as day, his lips puckered to sulk.

Before you could turn back to your desk, Satoru hysterically flops onto the floor, crawling his way to you in an indescribable manner. You can hear his groans as he makes his way to you, shuffling on his knees until he reaches your chair. He grabs the armrest of your chair, swiveling you around until you look down onto him. His slender fingers trail onto your calves, Satoru boldly resting his head onto one of your legs.

He's lucky he's that pretty.

A few of Satoru's words are muffled by the flesh of your leg; you can feel his mouth move as incoherent messages are spouted to you. With an amused smile on your face, you run your fingers through his silken hair. You're always amazing how pale and crystalline it is.

"What is it?"

He sighs, peering up at you. "I'm just so boreddddughh-"

Satoru moves to nuzzle your calves at first, indulgently nipping at them as you pet his hair. It's borderline satisfactory, but you're just adding fuel to the fire.

He hums, a sentiment of boldness slowly persuading him to do more. As he makes his way up your leg, he starts getting more eager. The warmth of his breath on your skin gets hotter, and you can sense a sudden change in the air.

"I gotta work, Satoru-" You can't believe how it easy it was for him to tease you like this. Satoru notices the wet patch growing on the cloth of your panties, knowingly peering to meet your eye.

For once, he peers upward, meeting eye with you from where he kneels on the ground. There's a hunger you can see in his gaze, and you wonder how his sense of boredom disappeared so quickly. One minute he's whining about mochi and the next, he's trying to suck on your thigh.

A rather brash bite snaps you out of your thinking, the work on your screen soon being forgotten to your boyfriend. You see the indent of his teeth on your inner thigh, where you frown at him. He meets you with a cheeky smile on his face, like a cat that got the cream.

"Can I, please? Please, honey?" Satoru begs, dragging a singular finger across your leg. It sends a little shiver to your spine, tipping you just over the edge. With your work literally behind you, your concern is pulled onto Satoru.

Satoru looks at you, innocently, as if he's already won his reward.

"Fine." You mutter, peering down at him with half-lidded eyes.

With a satisfactory purr, he slips his fingers under the elastic band of your underwear, eagerly sliding them off in the same way he would unwrap a treat. Carelessly, he flings them to the ground. At least he didn't rip them, this time.

You take it upon yourself to give him easier access, lifting your (his) baggy shirt over your lower tummy. You part your legs as far as the chair will allow, giving Satoru a proper viewing of your cunt. Satoru looks a little too excited when you finally grant him permission, immediately rushing in to take an experimental lick.

"Hold on." You mumble, quickly shoving him away by his forehead. Satoru whines, disappointingly trying to make another dive towards your folds. You push his head back again, scooting yourself up on the chair. A bit of slick slowly drips onto the chair cushion as you maneuver your calves upward, allowing yourself to rest each calf onto their respective armrests. You're all ready, presenting your wet cunt to him.

Now, Satoru can finally dig in.

Slotting his palms onto the backs of your thighs, Satoru starts out with a brief kiss to your clit. His cock twitches when he feels you flinch against his lips, teasing you once again by lewdly swiping his tongue across your most sensitive parts.

Your boyfriend shamelessly moans into your cunt, his boxers growing to feel too tight around his crotch as he slips his tongue deep inside you. You see the imprint of his dick on his thigh. You let out a slight pant of embarrassment as Satoru practically uses your wetness as lip gloss, carelessly smearing across the majority of his mouth.

"Y'taste-" He lets out a tiny gasp. "-really good. Oh-"

You like to think that's a lie whenever you hear it, but the muffled moans you hear from below are telling you otherwise. It's hard to believe you taste like anything other than sweets to Satoru when all he's doing is slurping you up like there's no tomorrow.

You can tell when Satoru starts to pump his cock as soon as he releases his grip from one of your thighs, trailing down his abdomen to fish his hand into his boxers. He licks you up in a rhythmic pattern, moving between your clit and your inner walls with ease.

You sigh in relief as Satoru eventually stops to take a break, watching strings of your juices drip down his lower face. With your cunt sensitive, you squeal in surprise when your boyfriend swipes a hand over your folds, using your wetness as lube to start pumping his cock.

Immediately after, Satoru returns to your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it until you start pulsating again. Seconds progress, and his muffled little groans get louder and louder, sending a lingering warmth to your cheeks. Past Satoru's head, you could see the patch of spit and slick growing on the chair cushion. One particular lick from him has you squealing, frantically trying to close your legs as you pulsate around Satoru's tongue.

You can barely register when your boyfriend slips his tongue out of your little cunt, removing his hand from his cock. The finger he abruptly slides into you forces a mewl out of your mouth, your boyfriend slowly beginning to pump more of his fingers in and out of you with ease.

"So loose for me, hm? You like that? Yeah?" Satoru pants, giggling when he hears another moan from you. You can only nod in response.

It seems as though Satoru knows exactly where your g-spot is with the way the tips of his fingers seem to curl and twist when he reaches your deepest parts. Something inside you starts to twist, forming a knot in your lower tummy.

Just when it couldn't get better, Satoru leans down to your cunt once more, making rounds of licks against your slit whilst pumping his fingers deep inside you. The double stimulation is euphoric, sending a new wave of tension to your lower stomach.

Your boyfriend smiles when he starts to hear your moans becoming more frantic, more loud. Your head tilts back a little, your body subconsciously trying to thrust harder onto his fingers as your toes curl in on themselves. You're about to cum; he can tell.

Satoru thankfully speeds up as your climax starts to build, shoving more fingers in and out of our as his cock desperately twitches for your attention. His slurps and licks start to become messier, blurring out your mind of any thought. You can't even imagine how the chair looks anymore.

"Satoru, I think m'gonna cum- m'gonna cum!" You squeal, slightly arching your back and gripping the back of his head tighter as Satoru frantically laps up your cunt.

The one deep, final curl of his fingers into your sweet spot has you pushed just over the edge. All at once, your release sends you squirting out onto the chair, high moans spilling from your lips as you drench Satoru's face with your insides. Your g-spot is almost like a button to press, your boyfriend rubbing and pressing at the gummiest spot of your walls just to make you squirt harder.

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you moan, the high pleasure of your climax sending your pussy pulsing and twitching from the friction.

"No more, no more! Please!" You wail.

"Hm? What's that? You want more, honey?"

Satoru is such a tease, nibbling where your clit is the most sensitive as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. Your cunt twitches, borderline reaching the brink between pain and pleasure. The look on your face is priceless, the way your jaw hangs open and your eyes stay closed. Satoru can never get enough; that's his most favorite face on you.

After a few moments slumped against the chair, your finally open your eyes, seeing your boyfriend's dazed expression. There's this permanent smile on his face, his eyes lewd with satisfaction like a really smug cat. He looks waaay too pleased with himself, slick smeared over the lower half of his face.

The chair is a mess, the biggest puddle of slick, spit, and sweat left behind where your hips lay rested against the spongy cushion.

"What about you?" You ask. "You didn't cum, did you?"

Satoru shakes his head. "No. Came on my shorts a few times."

"A few?"

He nods.

You slowly position your calves off of each armrest, a shudder rolling through your thighs as your bare pussy presses against the chair. You sit on it like a normal person would, inspecting the aftermath of the action. The chair is ruined anyways.

Satoru wasn't lying when he said 'a few times'; his cock's laid limp against his thigh, dribbles of cum sprayed across his abs and clothed thighs. It's good to know that he (really) enjoyed himself.

"You liked it that much, huh?" You ask, and Satoru presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Mhm; loved it."

You can feel the warmth of his cheeks on top of your thighs, the slightest flutter of his long eyelashes as he hums with satisfaction. You slide your fingers through his snowy hair, glowing after your climax. However, your hand comes to a pause when you feel a warm lick across your upper thigh.

"Lemme clean you up, honey. Can't let all this go to waste, hm?"

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[anotherspnfanfic]

Surprise Visits

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 2400

Warnings: seizure, epileptic reader, possible inaccuracies

Summary: Eddie shows up unexpectedly. Reader is glad he did for more than one reason.

A/N: This is only my second time writing for Eddie and last time it was a co-write. I did a whole bunch of research and had some proof reading from the lovely @thatonewriter15 and @muchamusedaboutnothing. Hopefully this is a somewhat accurate representation... 🤞🏻

Trudging up the stairs towards her apartment, she cursed the elevators for being broken. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and sleep for two days. Unfortunately, that was impossible since it was only Wednesday and she had an important meeting first thing in the morning.

Passing the third floor, she considered if she was going to eat before she went to bed. She was starving, but cooking seemed like too much effort and time. Then she considered having something delivered but guessed that would take even longer than cooking. She decided to just eat a spoonful of peanut butter so that she wasn’t battling hunger while trying to fall asleep.

Finally reaching the fifth floor, she exited the stairwell and took the four steps to her door. It was a small victory for climbing the stairs— at least she didn’t have further to go once she got to her floor.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Immediately, she dumped her purse, jacket, and laptop case on the floor beside the door before pulling her shoes off one at a time to drop in the pile.

Rounding the corner into the living room, she gasped. Her favorite scented candle was lit on the coffee table next to several containers of Chinese take-out. Eddie stood from the couch as she approached.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she let herself fall into his embrace.

He pecked a kiss to her temple as he pulled back to look at her. “You sounded a little overwhelmed when you called earlier. So I had Buck take Christopher for the night, and I brought you dinner.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she was overcome with emotions. “I love you. You are the best. I was about to eat some peanut butter because I’m too exhausted to cook or wait for delivery.”

“And let me guess, you’ve barely eaten anything all day?” he chastised.

She shrugged. “I had a bagel for breakfast.”

He pulled her over to sit on the couch. “I’m glad I came then.”

“I’m really glad you did.” She grabbed a fortune cookie while he started to open the other containers. “Are you staying all night?”

He nodded. “I’m all yours. Buck is taking Christopher to the zoo tomorrow.” He dumped some rice on the plates he’d gotten out of the kitchen. “Chicken, beef, or shrimp?”

“Some of each, please.” She set the fortune cookie back down as she stood. ”I’m gonna go change out of these work clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Before Eddie could even finish dishing up the food, she returned in sweats and a shirt she’d stolen from him.

As she sat back down, she picked up and opened the fortune cookie. She pulled out the piece of paper. “‘Life will soon become interesting,’” she read. “I think it’s already plenty interesting.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, where’s the one that says we get a vacation soon?”

He finished adding everything to their plates as she flipped on the television and started an episode of How I Met Your Mother.

They ate in a comfortable silence and had finished before the twenty-minute episode had ended. He set the mostly-empty plates on the table, and she shifted to curl in against his side while he wrapped his arm snugly around her shoulder.

As the credits rolled, he asked, “Bed or another episode?”

She yawned. “One more. I’m probably going to fall asleep, but I’m comfy.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as the TV rolled over into a new episode on its own. “As you wish, mi amor.”

She had just started to doze off when, suddenly, she was overcome with a familiar, distinct, full-body tingling sensation along with intense nausea. She quickly shifted to leaning forward on the edge of her seat. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

Eddie reached out and placed a tentative hand between her shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?”

She stood and moved over to the empty dining room, which she kept devoid of a table and other furniture precisely for this reason. “Seizure,” she stated as calmly as she could before lying down in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Eddie was surprised, but quickly stood. He grabbed a blanket from the recliner and moved to sit beside her. He knew about her epilepsy and the medications she took for it. However, in the eighteen months they’d been dating, she’d never had a seizure. He lifted her head to slide the folded blanket underneath.

She let out a quiet whimper before her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Okay. You’re okay. I got you.” He pulled out his phone, opened the timer, and set it on the floor. He continued to whisper soft reassurances to her and started the timer as soon as she started to seize.

Despite his training and having treated patients with seizures at work, he couldn’t help but notice the way his hands shook as he carefully kept her rolled on her side. “You’re okay,” he repeated, more to reassure himself than anything. He continued to repeat it several more times as he waited for her to stop.

He felt his anxiety spike again as he watched the timer hit four minutes. He thought about what time it was, trying to figure out which shift was manning the 118 currently. He knew if she hit five minutes, he would have to call 9-1-1. As the timer rolled past four and a half minutes, her movements finally began to slow. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed some hair out of her face as she stilled. Next, he used the corner of the blanket to wipe the saliva that had dribbled out.

For his own peace of mind, he checked her pulse, satisfied that it was steady and only slightly tachy. Next, he counted her breaths, ensuring her breathing was also back to normal. Then he sat there, running his fingers gently through her hair, and waited for her to wake.

Finally, after several minutes of anxiously waiting, she groaned.

“Hey, sweetheart. You with me?”

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and looked around for several moments before finally landing on his face. She was clearly confused and still disoriented.

“You’re okay. You just had a seizure,” he explained. “Do you remember feeling it coming on?”

She thought for a minute before finally nodding. Groaning again, she rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her face. “Trash,” she slurred.

Eddie shifted away to grab the trash can sitting in the corner and move it beside her. “Do you want to sit up?”

“Not yet.” She lied there, trying to regain her bearings.

He took her hand in his and ran his thumb softly over her knuckles. “Anything I can do?”

“Mmmm, make the jackhammer in my head stop? And the nausea, too.” She rolled back onto her side before starting to push herself into a sitting position and pulling the trash can between her knees. “This blows.”

Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her temple. “I know. I’m sorry. Do you want something for the headache?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to puke it right back up.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there, taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to clear the nausea. All the while, Eddie rubbed soothing circles across her back. The soreness was already starting to settle in all her muscles. Eventually, she pushed away the trash can and leaned into him.

“Ya know, this isn’t the kind of interesting I was hoping for. Stupid fortune cookie,” she grumbled.

“Me either. You think you’re ready to move?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her gently.

“Yeah.” She nodded. He stood, and she reached a hand out for him. “Help me up?”

Instead of pulling her up, he bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back and easily lifted her. He walked slowly towards her bedroom, cautious of making the nausea worse, then set her gently on the bed. “What do you need?”

“Uh, I will take that Tylenol now. Plus, water and some Advil for in the morning, and the trash can by the bed,” she listed, then, with a pout, added, “Please?”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She laid back into her pillows as she waited for him to return. Next thing she knew, she was peeling her eyes open to find Eddie beside her, rubbing a hand across her head.

“Here, take these and then you can go to sleep.” He handed her the pills and then opened a bottle of water before offering that as well.

Once she’d swallowed them, she took a few deep breaths to clear the flare of nausea. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He pressed another kiss to her hairline.

“As much as seizures suck, it’s really nice having you here to help. I’ve just slept on the floor in there so many times because I just didn’t have the energy to move.”

“I’m glad I was here. I hate that you’ve had to go through that alone.”

“I hate that I have to go through it at all.” She sighed. “And I just broke my longest streak. At least I didn’t try to take a chunk out of my tongue.”

“Ouch.”

She nodded. “Yeah, one time, I had to get stitches from biting it so bad.”

He cringed. “That sounds awful.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “Work is really going to suck tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t.” Eddie argued. ”You’re taking the rest of the week off.”

“I can’t!’ she declared, opening her eyes and leaning forward. “I have too many things to get done and a meeting first thing that we’ve been working toward for three weeks.”

“You just had a seizure,” he pointed out the obvious. “For the first time in, what, two years? And a long one at that. You were about twenty seconds away from a trip to the hospital. You don’t think your stress levels had something to do with this?” His tone was one of frustration, but she could tell he was just worried.

She sighed, knowing he was right. “Maybe.”

Eddie climbed into the other side of the bed and settled nearly in the middle. “So take the long weekend. Just relax and get some rest. Doctor’s orders.”

Shifting to curl into his side, she giggled. “You’re not a doctor.”

He huffed. “Medic’s orders. Is that better? Or I can call a doctor.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Rolling impossibly closer to her, he pressed one more kiss to her forehead. “Good night, mi amor.”

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her alarm clock. She was surprised to find it was nearly ten already. Slowly, she shifted onto her back and turned her head to look at the other side of the bed. She found Eddie sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he noticed she was awake. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore. Which is pretty much what I expected.” She took Eddie’s hand in hers. “And maybe a little grateful that I got to sleep in and I don’t have to get up and go to work.”

He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “You needed it.”

“Oh, shit!” she panicked. “I didn’t call. I missed the meeting. I’m gonna get fired!”

Eddie shushed her. “I called. Just breathe. It’s okay. I called earlier and talked to your boss. He knows you’ll be out today and tomorrow and told me to tell you to take Monday also, if you need to.”

She took a deep breath and let herself relax. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course. How about some breakfast?”

“Mmm. Yes, please.”

Eddie let go of her hand and got up off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared out of the room, and she could hear him moving around her kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a plate and set it on the bed in front of her.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Since when do you make omelettes?”

“Uhh, well, never?” He laughed. “I may have called in reinforcements. Bobby dropped it off earlier. I just reheated it according to his very direct instructions.”

“Eddie! I could have just had some cereal or something. You didn’t need to make him drive over here so early on his day off.” She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand.

“I figured you could use real food. I was going to order delivery, but Bobby offered.”

“Why would he have offered?” She opened Bobby’s contact to send him a thank you text. “Oh. You told him about last night.”

“I couldn’t fall asleep. Then they were all texting in the group thread. So when they asked why I was still up, I told them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have without asking you first.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not like my epilepsy is a secret. They’re your—our— friends. I’m sure I would have told them anyway.”

He nodded. “Okay. Eat and then you can go back to sleep for a bit. If you want.”

She cut a piece off the omelette and ate it. As she chewed, she spoke, “Bobby says we’re invited over there for dinner if I’m feeling up to it. I told him we would let them know a little later today.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She took another bite of her food. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Shaking his head, he explained, “I ate earlier.”

“Oh, right.” She glanced at the clock. “I forgot it was so late already.”

“Anything else I can get for you?”

She contemplated for a moment. “Umm, maybe a glass of apple juice?”

He disappeared from the room with a simple nod.

Soon after he returned, she finished her omelette and he took the plate into the kitchen.

“Did you want to go back to sleep?” he asked.

“How about a shower and then a movie on the couch?” she countered, throwing off the blankets she was still tucked under. As she stood, dizziness flared, causing her to sway slightly before sitting back down.

Eddie was in front of her instantly, steadying her. “How about a bath instead?”

“Sounds perfect.”

[fubu18writes]

a/n: this is a little brainrot thing because i was listening to an asmr the other day—yes i listen to them hush y’all.

anyway nsfw under the cut!

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you at the gym every now and then to work out.

gym trainer!rindou, who finds out that you’ve been working out so you can forget about your shitty ex who cheated on you for some random bitch on the street.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you struggling to lift some of the kettle bells and he offers to help you.

gym trainer!rindou who gets shocked at seeing you naked in the shower room (he was also taking a shower there too)

gym trainer!rindou, who sees the hunger in you eyes. in which… he also has the same hunger.

“Ah, working out that tongue too, huh?” Rindou lets out a chuckle at seeing you on your knees, your tongue lolled out before fully taking his hard cock in your mouth.

gym trainer!rindou, who grips your hair as you suck on his cock with ease.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees that your eyes are shut closed, feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking it better than I thought,” He praises, and that sent something below your wet cunt. “Maybe we can set an arrangement… you’ll be my little gym toy, you like that?”

You could only nod, your free hand rubbing circles onto your clit, as if prepping yourself for Rindou.

gym trainer!rindou, who tells you to get up. you oblige, and he holds you against the wall.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggests on giving you a “deep stretch”, before sliding his cock into your sopping cunt.

gym trainer!rindou, who lets out a moan when you bite down onto his shoulder, your nails digging onto his back.

“You’re such a slutty little gym bunny, aren’t you? Did your shrimp of an ex knows about this side of you?” Rindou asks as he was pounding into you mercilessly.

You could only look at Rindou with lust, as if your thoughts were empty. “W-What—ahh—boyfriend—? Oh god—!” You let out a loud moan, feeling Rindou repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

Rindou smirks. “Good answer.”

gym trainer!rindou, who lets you cum onto his dick before he pulls out of you.

gym trainer!rindou, who commands you to suck on his dick as you fingerfuck yourself, and you oblige.

gym trainer!rindou, who after the “deep stretch”, offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggested another workout in the bedroom. and you agree, leading him in.

Rindou had never experienced this before—hell, why didn’t he ask you out sooner? The sight of your tits bouncing up and down as you ride him like a champ.

“Feels good!” You babble out, letting Rindou squeeze your breasts. “Want your cock so bad, Rindou! Wanna be your slutty gym bunny, please!”

He’ll definitely be your “personal” trainer from now on.

[blvk-cpl]

Another loud growl, but it’s not hunger. It’s sickly.

We just finished eating at the local Chinese buffet. It’s maybe been an hour. The shrimp from your 3 helpings of shrimp fried rice seemed a little off color (which I may have neglected to mention to you, whoops) but you enjoyed your meal. Now you’re on the bed, only in a crop top and panties, laying on your back with a hand on your tummy as it churns and swishes about. All that food inside isn’t digesting, merely swirling around against the walls of your stomach, causing your tummy to bloat and make you burp wetly into your fist. You moan and rub circles in your belly delicately, careful not to apply too much pressure and make your upset, sickly tummy sound off with wet churns and bubbly gurgles. I come into our dimly lit bedroom and catch you in your nauseous state. Your cheeks puff with every burp, sometimes filling up with your rancid meal. You swallow it back, unwilling to let it all spill out. Not yet, at least. I approach you closer, gently placing a hand on your tummy. It growls indignantly at my touch, sending some of its contents up your throat. You gain a pale green complexion, your belly sloshing sickly as your meal is returned back into it. You roll over to your side to get your belly away from my hovering touch, and you quickly find that this was a bad idea. Your belly sloshes and grumbles as all the food stuffed inside of it shifts and crashes against the wall of your belly, immediately prompting your cheeks to fill once again with your meal. You choke it down and groan. I sympathize for you, but we both know that I’m excited, and your thighs are getting increasingly wet. We’re both in for a long night. But we don’t mind. Not one bit.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 15

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *THE FIRE IS FINALLY BURNING AND ITS HOT!!!!* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

**SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!**

TW: Mentions of S Abuse, Oral Sex, Kissing?

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

Burning Hearts Chapter 15: A Moment's Peace?

— —

On the way back from training in the morning, Daisy reminded Law to eat. 

Law remembers this moment as he sits at his desk taking notes from old medical journals. The memory is triggered by the loud growling coming from his stomach. He opens his desk drawer to his left to retrieve some candy and a bag of shrimp chips, as he usually does when the hunger pangs hit. Law looks down into the drawer and spies nothing but wrappers and crumbs. Since when did he run out? Not important now…

Law sighs. He pushes his chair back from his wooden desk and rises to his tired feet. He sluggishly roams from his quarters to the galley and pushes the double swinging doors open. He is met with giggling and quiet conversation that abruptly halts upon his entrance. Law looks to his left and see Ikkaku and Penguin sharing a cup of coffee at the dining table. Penguin clears his throat and Ikkaku shifts her chair farther away from Penguin. 

“Hi Captain!” Penguin exclaims as he sees Law enter the kitchen.

“Is there more coffee?” Law asks.

“Yeah, should be some in the pot.” Ikkaku rises from her seat, cheeks a bit pink. “I promised Daisy I’d help in the garden this afternoon since she’s leaving with you tomorrow. See you boys later.” Ikkaku runs her hand through her curls and swiftly slips out of the kitchen. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Law states as he pours himself a cup of coffee. 

“I-interrupt? N-no! Course not! I-I mean, what would you even be interrupting, haha!” Penguin stutters as he awkwardly busies his hands by smoothing out his jumpsuit over his chest. Law grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter and makes his way to the dining table to sit down. Law settles in a seat across from Penguin and takes a bit of the apple, juice spraying onto the wooden surface. 

“I-I have bathroom duty today I should probably-“ Penguin says as he stands up from the table to hard that he nearly knocks the chair backwards. 

“Sit.” Law states. 

“Yes Captain!” Penguin slams his lanky ass back into the seat immediately. 

“I know about you two.” Law says casually as he takes another chomp out of the apple. 

“W-what? Captain I am sure I don’t know what you’re talking about! I can assure you that nothing-” Sweat droplets begin to fall from underneath Penguin’s signature cap. 

“Cut the shit. I’m not mad.” Law swallows his food. “I’ll admit I don’t love the idea. Could get messy, create tension among the crew…” Law leans forward with his elbows meeting the table. “But my place is not to meddle in the personal relationships of my crew. If you’re happy, and if she’s happy, and from what I hear she is… Then you’re free to do what you want.” 

Penguin stares dumbstruck across the wooden dining table at his captain. 

“I.. I mean… T-thanks? I.. how did you…?” Penguin asks nervously. 

“You’ve been terrorizing Ikkaku’s neighbors late at night, from the reports I’ve gotten.” Law finishes the apple and creates a quick “room” to teleport it into the compost bin (insisted upon by Daisy) before dispelling it. 

Penguin’s face turns beet red and he hangs his head. 

“That’s so embarrassing…” Penguin says through his hands that were covering his face. 

Law raises and waves a tattooed hand casually in the air. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just maybe look into in sound-proofing the walls.” 

“Right, I-I’m sorry, Captain.” Penguin sighs. 

“I did want to ask…” Law lowers his eyes to his mug full of black coffee. 

Penguin removes his hands and looks up at his captain. 

“When you… perform these acts… Ikkaku, she seems… to enjoy it?” Law asks, trying to hide his nervousness at broaching this subject. He takes a sip of coffee, attempting to seem casual. 

“I- Um, what do you mean, Captain?” Penguin cocks his head. 

“Does it make her happy, what you do to her?” Law tries to clarify. 

“I… I think so… I mean it seems like it… You’re our captain, I don’t know if I should-“ 

“We were friends before I became your captain, no?” 

“You’re right… But I guess yeah she does enjoy it, now she does at least.” Penguin huffs out a light chuckle. “I was pretty terrible at it at first.” 

“And… and how did you get better at it?” Law’s breathing quickened but tried to keep his cool. 

“Wait, Captain are you-“ Penguin furrowed his brow further. 

“I’m just asking. As a friend.”

“Right… well she really just told me how to do it. It took some practice but I basically just asked her to show me what… feels good, I guess…” 

“I see. Thank you for this information.” Law rises to his feet and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon, call us on the transponder snail if there’s an emergency. Don’t get too crazy while I’m gone, but if you do, there are condoms in the medical cabinet.” Law states with as straight face as he exits the kitchen without glancing at the mortified expression of his loyal crew member. 

— — 

“You have everything you need?” Law inquires as you enter the control room of the submarine. 

“Probably? Even if did forget my wallet, you’re paying for everything right?” You smile and toss your bag onto a metal table. 

“What do you have against going dutch? I’m not made of money.” 

“You’re the one employed by the world government, I’m pretty sure you can afford to take me to dinner.” You chuckle. 

“And who says I’m taking you to dinner?” Law looks up from the ship’s controls and smirks at you. You take off your plaid overshirt and ball it up to chuck it at his head. 

“Asshole.” 

— — 

“Thanks for the new clothes, it’s so weird I always feel like I’m running out of underwear.” You thank Law for letting you stop at the ladies fashion store in town to grab a few essentials. 

“That is weird…” 

“Hey the suns going down. You wanna get something to eat? I’ll even split the bill.” You look at Law and wink as you walk down the cobblestone sidewalk. 

“Sure. There’s a nice place at the end of this street somewhere I think it’s on the corner…” Law squints and tries to find the restaurant sign. “Oh there it is, wait… is that?” 

Standing at the far end of the street were three strangely familiar jumpsuit clad individuals. One of them, holding a black backpack, turns around and waves. 

“Hey! Captain! You forgot your bag! We thought you’d need it so we just used the mini sub to come find you!” Shachi shouts from across the street. 

“My gods…” Law rubs his face in frustration. 

“Hi guys!” You wave back and beckon Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin to cross the street and join you. The three men hurriedly jog across the street and you bid them all hello. 

“Hi Miss Daisy! Enjoying your day out?” Bepo asks as he pats your head with his large paw. 

“Very much so, big guy! We were just about to grab dinner at that seafood place on the corner. Why don’t you guys join us before you head back?” You smile cheerily up at the polar bear. You hear Law let out a huff from behind you and you turn around. Law raises his eyebrows at you and cocks his head, clearly irritated. You mouth “be nice” and turn back around to face the boys. 

“Well we wouldn’t want to interrupt-“ Penguin begins. 

“That sounds great! Let’s go!” Shachi shouts and turns tail to head towards the restaurant. 

— — 

You hold your wine glass up to your face to suppress your giggles. You sat at a white cloth covered table, candlelight illuminating your features, while classical music was performed in the corner of the fancy restaurant. You were seated directly across from Law, who was nursing a glass of whiskey with his head in his hand. This would be a wildly romantic dinner… if it wasn’t for the two men and polar bear that were seated at your sides. 

Bepo was inhaling the complimentary bread basket, of which he offered to Law and was met with a nasty glare. Penguin slammed his glass of expensive wine in one gulp and was looking for the waitress to order another. Shachi was the one waving over the beautiful blonde waitress. 

“My good lady, do you have any specials tonight?” Shachi says confidently as he holds the leather covered menu out in front of him. 

Law audibly groaned from across the table and you catch him roll his eyes. You laugh and sip your wine. It was clear that this dinner was something he had planned for… and planned for it to just be the two of you. You didn’t mind the company, it was actually quite sweet seeing the boys enjoying some luxuries for once. As soon as Shachi finished attempting to flirt with the poor waitress, you order another drink. 

You slip your sandal off under the table and use your bare foot to caress Law’s denim-clad calf affectionately. He notices your touch and looks up to meet you gaze. You smile at him sweetly and his sour expression softens a little. 

Once the food arrives, all other preoccupations are forgotten and the five of you drink and eat your fill of delicious goodies. You’re all laid back in your seats, full as tics, when the bill comes. You snatch it quickly out of the waitresses hand and place your berries on the tray. She thanks you and leaves before Law can even get out his wallet. He shoots you an angry look. 

“We have more business in town in the morning. We’re getting a room, err rooms… We’re getting rooms at the inn tonight. You three need to return tonight to take care of the base.” Law states blankly. 

“Alright Captain, but remember we’re just a snail call away!” Bepo smiles and reminds him.

“Trust me… I am acutely aware of that…” Law sighs.

— — 

“I can’t believe you bought dinner.” Law says, a bit more relaxed after the several whiskeys he enjoyed during the meal. 

“I was the one who invited them to eat with us, and you certainly looked pissed off about it.” You chuckled as you walked together towards the inn. “You can buy me a drink when we get there to make it up to me.”

“I can do that.” Law says as you continue down the sidewalk. “I can’t believe they just showed up here…” He sighs. 

“They love you. They worry about you. So sorry that you have a crew that cares about you!” You say sarcastically. 

You reach the inn and Law holds the door for you as he enters behind you. It was small and cozy, a small bar to your left and a staircase leading upstairs to the rooms to your right. There was a roaring fireplace crackling in the bar area with low hanging candlelit chandeliers lighting the room. 

“Get drinks, I’ll get our room.” Law nods you towards the small bar as he turned right to approach the reception counter. 

You take a seat on a wooden stool at the bar and smile at the bartender. 

“And what can I get for such a beautiful lady this evening?” 

“A glass of chardonnay and a whiskey neat for my-“ You pause. “…partner.” That sounded weird. But he certainly wasn’t your boyfriend… but he wasn’t just a friend either… oh well, you’d never see this guy again hopefully. 

The bartender nods and returns in a few moments with your beverages. You thank him with a soft smile. Law sidles up next to you and sits down, placing the room key on the bar top in front of you both. 

“If you want your own room, you’ll have to pay for it.” Law smirks and grabs his drink. 

“I’m broke after your crew ate up all my money at dinner. Didn’t peg Shachi for a caviar guy. Oh well. Guess I have no choice but to shack up with a dangerous warlord for the night.” You smile and pick up your glass of wine.

Law smiles so wide you almost see his teeth. He raises his glass to yours. 

“To finally being alone.”

You chuckle.  You clink your glass with his. 

“To ditching the kids.” 

You both laugh before you take a drink. 

— —

After a few more nightcaps, you and Law decide it was time to head off to your room. The alcohol in his system keeping him from remembering that he insisted on a low profile, Law grabs your waist as he walks with you up the stairs to your room. You yelp a little, almost losing your balance on the stairs. 

“Careful, Trafalgar.” You warn him in a low voice. 

“Here’s our room…” He unlocks the door and you’re greeted with modest accommodations. A queen sized bed with a fluffy quilt and an en suite bathroom. You enter the room and swing your bag off your shoulder. 

“I’m going to wash up and get into bed. I’m exhausted.” You remark as you head into the bathroom. Law hums in acknowledgment, sitting down in the armchair in the corner of the room. 

Once in the private bathroom you smooth your hair back into a bun and begin to wash your face. You dry your face on a fluffy white towel and strip your clothes off. You pull on a white tee shirt and a light grey pair of boy short panties to sleep in. Upon reentering the bedroom you find Law unpacking his own bag. He looks at you as your reach your arms up to let your hair down. The scruchie was stuck so it took a few moments to remove, your shirt ridden up far over your stomach exposing your brand. 

You meet Law’s eyes. 

“Don’t look at it.” You say sternly as you turn away and finish letting your hair down. 

“I’m sorry…” Law looks down at his things, embarrassed for caught staring at your biggest insecurity. 

A few silent minutes go by as you get ready for bed. 

“I think I could get rid of it.” You hear from behind you. 

“What?” You turn around and face Law, now standing closer to you than he was before. 

“I can heal the scar tissue. It might not completely remove it, but it would help minimize the overall appearance.” 

“Y-you can?” You ask with shaky breaths. Was he really offering to remove your brand? You made a point to never look at yourself naked, knowing what your eyes would be drawn to. Every single one of Grey Jaw’s slave girls were branded with his Jolly Roger on their abdomen, often spreading to their chest or their pelvic region. Yours was particularly large, reaching far down into your pubic area. You hated it so much. Not only did it remind you of your horrid past, but it made you feel disgusting and ugly. 

“You c-can take it o-off?” You move your hands to your lower stomach instinctively. 

Law nods. 

“I can try. Is that something you want?” He asks. 

You nod furiously, tears threatening to spill over at the prospect of finally being done with your abuser. 

“Can you do it now??” You say as you grab Law’s shoulders. 

“I…” Law looks down into your wet eyes, so hopeful and desperate. They sparkled up at him. “I can. Take your shirt off and lay down on the bed.” 

You did as you were told, ripping your t shirt over your head and laying on your back on the quilt. You didn’t even register nor care that you weren’t wearing a bra, fully exposing your chest to Law for the first time since you were unconscious. 

Law’s eyes immediately lock on to your naked breasts and his mouth drops open slightly. He regains his composure and looks down at your massive scar. 

“Room” Law says as he flips his left hand upwards. The entire hotel room becomes tinged in a light blue. He kneels on the bed next to you and raises his right hand over your abdomen. 

“I’m going to begin now, let me know if you’re uncomfortable.” Law breaths out as he places the first touch of his hand on your skin. Freezing cold digits trace the pattern of your brand on your stomach, but you felt no pain. You let go of the deep breathe you were holding in. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was just like a deep massage. You felt Law’s fingers press across your hips and lower stomach, where the details of the Jolly Roger were branded, and you couldn’t help but sigh. Law’s touch felt so deep in your flesh it was like he was squeezing your soul. You let out a groan involuntarily. 

“I-I need to get a better angle…” Law spreads your legs and slots himself on his knees between them. He looks down at your spread thighs and lets out a gasp. The gusset of your grey panties now had a dark, damp spot in them. You were wet. You were wet for him. 

You pull your arm over your face in embarrassment and try to close your thighs but Law’s sturdy body in between them wouldn’t let you. 

“I need to push these down to finish the-“ Law stutters out, in awe of your body beneath him. 

“Just keep going.” You spit out at him, frustrated. 

Law gingerly pulls your panties down to expose your bush and the rest of your brand, leaving the rest of your sex still hidden to him. You hear his breath catch in his chest. 

A few moments go by before Law continues his work on your scar and it tickled a bit when he pressed into the crease of your legs and pelvis. You twitch under his strong hold. 

“Just a bit more…” Law says as he traces the last bits of your scar. “Done.” Law huffs out and his hands leave your body. You instinctively whine as you’re left without his touch, feeling yourself getting further aroused. Before you could thank him for the immeasurable kindness he had done for you, you feel his cold fingers hook around your panties once again, this time pulling them down past your ankles.

“W-what are you..?” You try to sit up and ask what he was up to. 

“I’d like to try…um… I could…” Law sheepishly looks in your eyes after discarding your panties to the floor. “I want to go down on you.” 

Your eyes widen. 

“Oh! I.. I think that would be okay…” Your heart thumps loudly in your ears as you give Law permission to settle himself on his stomach between your thighs. You still try to push your knees together, but Law was keeping them spread wide. He lays there, just staring at your naked sex, so close you can feel his breath on your sensitive bits. 

“Show me…” Law whispers, his gaze never leaving your glistening folds. “Show me how to make you feel good…” 

You swallow hard. You were so nervous just to be naked in front of him, let alone guide him through pleasuring you. You reach a shaky hand down and spread your lip with a thumb and middle finger. You tap gently on your engorged, pink clit and clench in the process. 

“Here… lick me here…” You breath out. 

Law nods and dives in. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise as Law flicks his wet tongue up and down over your sensitive little nub. Laws groans at your flavor on his tongue and the vibrations cause you to moan loudly. You bring your hand back up to pinch at your nipple. 

“Suck on it…” You whisper. 

Law obliges and slurps your clit between his lips. 

“Ah! Too hard!” You whip your head up and look down at him, overwhelmed by the harsh stimulation. 

“Fuck sorry, do you want to stop?” Law pulls his head from between your thighs, eyes filled with concern. 

You pant. You were feeling anxious still, but you didn’t want to stop. 

“No… just be gentle honey… It’s really sensitive there…” You brush the hair out of his face and gently tug his head back to your aching pussy. 

He nods again. He softly takes your clit into his mouth and sucks slowly. 

“Yes, just like that…” You throw your head back into the pillows behind you. “Oh fuck, Law, shit…” You moan and you notice him grinding his hips into the mattress below him. Law whimpers into your pussy. 

“Here, put your fingers in me, fuck! Right here..” You reach your hand down again and spread your wet hole for him, showing him the path to your pleasure. 

Law pulls back from your clit briefly to look at where you’re showing him. 

“H-how many?” Law says breathlessly. 

“J-just one… please… it’s been so long…” You breath out. 

He obliges and slips one tattooed digit into your seeping hole. You moan and clench around him. He tentatively pulls it in and out of your slick walls, watching your face to see your reaction to his ministrations. 

“Up… pull it up.. like- OH!” Law hears your instructions and immediately taps against your G spot with his finger. 

“D-does that feel good baby?” Law stutters out, trying out a pet name in the heat of the moment for the first time. 

“Yes, shit! Yes keep going… suck my clit again, please…” You writhe under his touch and use a free hand to push his head towards your sex again. 

Wordlessly, Law dips his head and captures your swollen bud in his mouth again. Along with the feeling of his finger on your sweet spot, you find yourself careening towards the edge of a powerful orgasm. 

“Shit, I’m gonna… fuck Law! I’m gonna-!” 

“Cum on my face.” Law huffs out against your clit and your dam bursts, soaking his goatee with your slick essence. You cry out in pleasure and your legs shake around Law’s head. You shriek incoherently as your throw your head back, Law slurping up the remnants of your release on your outer lips and thighs. 

Your head was swimming still as you felt a body join you in the bed. Law wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his sweaty chest. 

“Wait but you… I can still…” You whimper tiredly as you pull back from his chest.

“No need.” Law stops you. “I’m going to clean up before bed. Get some rest. That procedure to remove your brand went deep into your muscle, it might be painful for awhile. Just relax.” 

You notice a large, wet spot in Law’s pants as he excuses himself to the bathroom. You couldn’t help but smile, endorphins still coursing through your veins. 

“Don’t take too long.” You chide as you roll over and proceed to immediately fall asleep.

— — 

xx

*A/N HI ITS SMUT TIME! Welcome to Chapter 15! It took us awhile but here we are! They haven't hit a home run yet, but it's definitely a thing now! Thank you for any comments and interactions, they make my day! Love yall!*

[dreadsuitsamus]

Can i request sfw prompt 1 with vegeta. But instead of it being vegeta's shirt can it be s/o's baggy hoodie that vegeta borrows?

#1- "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

author's note: i love vegeta in casual clothes. i want nothing more than to see him in a henley shirt 🤤

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, vegeta being a lil shit

Getting Vegeta out of his armor and into casual clothes was a gradual thing. Despite it being the uniform of his past as a slave and the reminder of his genocidal deeds, it was comforting for him as the only constant he'd ever had his entire life. At any moment he'd be ready to fight, and that damn standard issue Frieza Force fit could handle it, with its ability to stretch at any size and to a certain extent, it could tank most hits without damage.

But sometimes it's laundry day, and it's not like he's got many pairs of armor tucked away. And as proud as he is of his body, he's humble enough to not walk around Bulma's place in the nude.

He's not above stealing, however.

You hum softly as you pull your laundry out of the dryer, rubbing your fingers and thumb together through Vegeta's skin-tight Saiyan suit. It's been hanging to dry since your clothes finished washing, and you've begun a routine of washing Vegeta's clothes with yours. It isn't like he's got much to make a full load anyway, and you can't recall ever seeing your sister do her own laundry.

With another hum, you drape his armor over your basket of clothes and begin the trek upstairs. Your room is right across the hall from the Saiyan's, so you simply hang the suit on the door and knock before stepping into your bedroom. With a sigh and a heave of the basket, you look at the arduous task for several minutes before starting.

Folding. Fuck folding.

"Bulma! Vegeta!" You shout through cupped hands. "Dinner's ready!" Bulma's door opens quickly with your older, adoptive sister practically jumping down the stairway.

"Thank god, I'm starving. Smells like steak?"

"Surf 'n turf." You nod, glancing back in the direction of the stairs. "He better hurry, 'cuz he's gonna be mad if he misses this, with all the meat I made."

"His loss!" Bulma shrugs, piling the delicious meal you've prepped onto her plate, her hip propped to the countertop as she starts eating. Despite Bulma's uncaring attitude, after your plate is fixed up you set aside the rest for Vegeta. It's a hefty portion, and after living with him for a year, you've figured out the sweet spot for the prince's hunger; any less than the three steaks, two bags worth of shrimp, plus the rest of the fixins and Vegeta would have a pouty, princely tantrum.

"You baby him, y'know." Bulma says before biting into her steak.

Your eyes cut at her sharply, annoyed as you sip on your tea. "You built him a special training room."

"You cook for him!"

"I cook for you!"

"You do his laundry!"

"You bought him the clothes I wash!"

"He's wearing your hoodie!"

"You- He what."

Bulma smirks, lazily flicking her fork in the incoming prince's direction. Sure enough, he's wearing your favorite hoodie as he strides to the kitchen. It's an old one from your teenage years with a worn Nirvana logo on it. The thing has always been like a safety net; its large size has allowed you to sort of "hide" whenever your nerves have gotten to you.

But on Vegeta, it's perfect. He fills it out how it's meant to, the black fabric making him look so snugly. It's odd, seeing him so… Soft? His rippling muscles are entirely covered, and his sharply narrowed eyes lose their bite. You point to the leftover platter, pleased with his nod of thanks. Bulma hides a giggle behind her palm, eyes openly ogling Vegeta's ass in those jeans while he walks the platter to the table.

"Stop that!" You whisper, throwing the salt shaker at her. It doesn't dissuade your sister, however, and she merely throws the shaker right back. You catch it, sticking your tongue out and looking to Vegeta as he tears into his mini feast.

"Is that my hoodie?"

"I dunno." Vegeta shrugs. You blink slowly, glancing at your sister and then back to the Saiyan prince.

"Where did you even get it from?" You swear it was-

"In your closet."

b r u h

"Then… It would be mine."

"Hm." Vegeta finishes his food, politely moving the dishes into the sink and washing his hands. "I'll be training."

His knuckles ghost over your knee as he leaves, a thrill of warmth sent up all the way to your neck. Bulma, at the very least, has the courtesy to wait for Vegeta's footsteps to recede upstairs before laughing loudly at you.

"You so have a thing for him!"

"Shut UP, Bulma!" Jaw tightened and brows furrowed, a dish towel's suddenly in her face while you stomp upstairs. Embarrassment ebbs at your skin, cheeks hot and flustered goosebumps littering your arms and legs. Of course you're interested in Vegeta; a strong, handsome man in your home?? That you take care of?? You'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not take interest.

You're suddenly met with a brick wall, though when you see that bright blue another wave of embarrassment showers over you. Naturally you'd run directly into your crush at a time like this.

How is he so SOLID-

"Here." Vegeta murmurs, looking into your eyes so directly he can probably see your brain short out and stop working. If he did, though, he doesn't indicate it and gently drapes the folded hoodie over your shoulder, his knuckles brushing your skin again.

Without another word, Vegeta departs for his training session. You gnaw on your lip and carefully hold the sweatshirt, the scent of his body wash lingering on it. You hold it to your nose and quickly scurry into your bedroom before Bulma catches you.

"WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD?!"

You flinch, side-eyeing your shivering sister with a look that could kill and pass her a cup of hot cocoa. "Because it's the dead of winter, eleven at night, and you broke the goddamn heater. I can't believe you don't know anything HVAC related, and more than that, I can't believe you fucked with it not knowing what to do!"

"Oh, you can bet your ass I'm gonna be an expert by the end of the week! And excuse me for trying to make it work in my bedroom!"

All you can muster is an eye roll, tuning out Bulma's incessant blabbering and shiver as you prepare your own cocoa. Your sleeves are long, but the thin fabric wasn't doing you any favors. Bulma, all bundled up and even sporting an orange beanie with a blue pom on top, tugs at your thin top. "You're gonna freeze, girl."

"I can't find my hoodie." Your fingers twirl a spoon between them as the marshmallows melt in the cocoa.

"You have more." Bulma narrows her blue eyes suspiciously.

"That one's my favorite. It's big and warm and soft." Your lips curl into a pout.

"Mhm, sure. Or is it that it's been occupied by a sexy-"

"Who the hell turned the air on?" Vegeta asks as he strides into the kitchen, in dark sweatpants and wearing your hoodie once again. Sometimes it feels like this is the only room you see him in.

"Bulma broke the furnace." You cut your eyes to her again, sticking your tongue out when she flips up her middle finger at you.

"Of course." Vegeta rolls his eyes, accepting the cup of cocoa you quickly make up for him. His fingers graze yours, but he's frowning and seems not to notice the action. "You have goosebumps."

"Ah, it's cold?"

"Where's your jacket?"

"Where's my jacket?"

"You deaf?"

"I- No."

"Hm. Here." Vegeta pulls off your hoodie, and the chill in the house dispels in an instant.

Your sister's eyes damn near bulge out of her head at Vegeta's naked torso. While her face slowly turns red, Vegeta opens up the hoodie and pulls it over your head and tugs it down, quieting your worries down before you can voice them. "Saiyans are more hot-blooded than humans; I'll be fine."

Your mouth is bone-dry and you probably haven't blinked since the second that hem started going up. "Uh… I, ah… T-Thanks."

Vegeta takes a step back, picking up his mug and looking directly into your eyes while he takes a sip. "Mhm."

What the fuck. Why is he so hot.

Bulma's baby blues flick between you and Vegeta, her mouth parted enough to catch flies. "What the hell is going on here."

"Stay warm tonight." Vegeta keeps his eyes trained on you, shifting away before pausing his movements. "Make those hashbrowns with the eggs and bacon in the morning."

"Yes sir." You nod dumbly, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. What the hell was that about??

"G'night, ladies." Vegeta murmurs before strutting back out, a satisfied smirk on his lips when he feels two pairs of eyes on his toned back.

"If you don't get a piece of that when he's literally putting himself on a platter…" Bulma warns lowly, already thinking of potential baby names. "I fucking will."

You scoff and dump what remains in your mug, "Shut up. He's just after food."

"You are so dumb." Bulma pulls off her beanie and fans herself. "He's been giving you fuck-me eyes for months and I am siiiiiiiick of it."

"I-" You cheeks heat up and you pull your hood up, hiding your face in it.

"Uh-uh! Own it! Hot space alien has the hots for you!"

"You don't know that!"

"Yes I do. He wants you to stay warm in his-"

"Bulma Briefs!"

Your sister leaves the room after a quick kiss to your temple, cackling all the way upstairs while you childishly rub the smooch away. Your thoughts wander while you do an inventory of the fridge, wondering if Bulma's words really do hold any weight to them. Yes, Vegeta has been… Bold. His smoldering gaze sets you ablaze every time he looks your way, and more and more you're noticing him looking at you, touching you…

Wearing your hoodie whenever he feels like it.

Perhaps she's onto something, but that'll be dealt with later, as it's midnight and he's already said his goodnights. But as you set your hand on the doorknob to your room, Vegeta's door opens up. Cursing softly, you turn your head to give him one more goodnight.

There's a pause, your eyes locked and the tension becoming more charged with each passing second. He's thrown on a dark Henley since going back to his bedroom, and it is entirely unfair for half-covered forearms to look so damn good. "Um… You're up late." You grimace at yourself for the lame conversation starter, though Vegeta seems not to care.

"Training room is broken."

"Bulma's gonna tear you a new one."

"And all I have to do is take off my shirt and she'll shut up."

Devious bastard.

"Good… Good point." You bite into your lip and curl your hand around the fabric of your sleeve, pulling it to your lip while cutting eye contact with the handsome prince.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"... A little bit."

Those bulky arms cross over his muscled chest and he smirks at you like he's gotten prey in his cross hairs. "I suppose it makes sense." He leans in closely to you, your chin soon between his fingers so he can make you look at him. A soft, sharp inhale sucks in between your lips, Vegeta's smirk widening. "A bad man living right across the hall… That'd make anyone nervous. But that's not why you're nervous."

"Vegeta…"

His arms box you in, hands firmly planted on the painted wall and leaving you with no escape. "Ever had a man this close?"

"... No." The air is heavy around you, so thick you could cut through it with an eyelash curler. Vegeta's dark eyes flick down and then back at your eyes, and you could swear he looked at your lips. He inches even closer, his lips a whisper on your cheek before they meet your ear, his voice causing an involuntary shudder throughout your entire body; even your goosebumps get goosebumps.

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

"Vegeta?"

"Way I see it, you've got two choices. You can acknowledge me, let me down easy if you gotta, or…" He thumbs the hem of your sweatshirt. "You give this back."

"It's my hoodie!" You squeak. He's so close that when you turn your head, your nose bumps his. He's right there!

"You mean our hoodie?"

"I- You- We- Huh??"

"We're sharing it. End of."

"Well, what're you sharing with me?" Your lips curl into an adorable pout and you cross your arms with an annoyed eyebrow raised. Who the hell was he to make demands from you?? He was in your house you shared with Bulma, eating your food and living off of you and your sister entirely for free! Not to mention he'd tried to kill all of your friends!!!

"The hoodie."

"Of yours." You started rolling your eyes entirely too often when Bulma allowed him to stay here.

Vegeta smirks. "I have one thing in mind."

His lips are on yours, and in the morning when you're cooking his breakfast, he struts into the kitchen with a satisfied smirk and your old hoodie on once again. Bulma eyes you incredulously as she walks in, noticing how his hand rubs up the curve of your spine before running back down and gripping your rear.

"I told you so!"

[swmmi-kti]

Run!

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem Slayer Reader.

Part Two: here Part three: here

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Kyojuro seemed to have it all together. You somehow had survived final selection with him and on the off chance you saw him he always seemed to be three steps ahead. So it really was no surprise when you had learned of his status. Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira. It had a nice ring to it. 

Really you only got to see him ever so often but when you did it was a nice form of catchup. He was always eager to tell you about what he’s done and what new slayers he may have met. Even what new food he may have tried. 

Rarely ever did you guys stay longer than one meal always off to slay demons. But that didn't mean that there wasn’t something there. Something in your very being that you knew all too well.

Sometimes when you had bid Kyojuro goodbye you wondered to yourself did he perhaps feel that way too? Or was it something silly that you rather not whisper into the world. Maybe too scared that hushed winds would travel and let him know about your harboring feelings. 

However on the rarest occasion he had invited you to join him to a feast while he spoke of his most recent adventure. 

You had only ever only heard rumors about a boy who traveled with a demon and to know that the Hashira were okay with it well it eased your mind a bit. He spoke loudly, eating without a care in the world as he continued to tell you about Tanjiro. The Umai’s sprinkled here and there didn't startle you as it had done sometimes before. 

He turned to your hushed figure as he finally looked at you since the last time you spoke. Always as stunning, always breathtaking. 

Rengoku men are always known to love only one woman. 

“So Tell Me! Any New News You Would Like To Share With Me?” He spoke loudly now, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You looked at your bowl that was somehow full. You figured you just enjoyed Kyojuro’s time so much it made the hunger go away. So without thinking you handed the soup over before placing your finger on your chin as you began to think. 

“Well there’s not much going on with me if ill be honest Kyojuro-San” you said nodding a no as Kyojuro tried pushing your meal back towards you. “If im honest i think ive come closer to death than i had imagined” 

That Made him stop before he had even begun to eat. Eyes now full of concern as he looked at you. “Death? What even do you mean”

“Don’t look at me with such worry. You are closer to death than i” You stated blankly. True, being a slayer meant he was always out to possibly die. Being a hashira never made it less threatening. However you laid your head on your hand as you stared at the ceiling to recollect your thoughts. 

“There was a demon which I thought I could handle but I ended up more beaten than I had prepared myself for. When morning came and the demon was no more I collapsed. It was by some miracle one of the citizens found me and nursed me well.” You said now fully looking at him. Noticing he had not at all taken even a sip from the soup. 

“Are you not hungry?” you asked, looking at him. 

He looked down at his plate. Seeming that he had lost his appetite while speaking with you. “You could have sent for help you know?” 

“I know but it was my mission. Besides it is an honorable to die for the cause we fight for. I wouldn’t mind dying so long as the demon i died to also dies” You said eating the leftover shrimp tempura you two shared. 

“Id prefer you didn't die at all” 

“I do too” 

“I mean it Y/n” He spoke bowl now being held by both his hands as he looked down to it. Could he be brave? Would he be able to tell you all that runs wild in his mind? “I’ve been imagining things with you” 

“What?” you asked a little bit shocked

“I know its foolish and i know your my friend and all. But I imagine that I met you, us as humans and there are no demons. Sometimes i imagine that we go on dinner dates. I imagine coming home to you on days where its just a little too much for comfort” He swallows down hard

The sudden awareness he has of your eyes on him made him swallow down the shyness he never knew he could have. 

“I picture Meeting you here, an everyday normal woman who has stolen my heart” He said the blush now appearing as he tried averting your eyes, laughing a bit  “Isn’t that ridiculous? Tell me it so” 

You couldn’t even help how hot you suddenly felt. How aware you were about how close you two sat. How maddening it was to be so close to him physically and emotionally. 

“I think its best if i go Rengoku-San. Thank you for the food However i hope to see you sometime soon” 

Your gaze didn’t meet his. Your face red and running impossibly hot, His eyes, his demeanor shifted that like a child who just got scolded. Did he really mess this all up? 

However with a shaken breath you smiled at him. Holding his empty hand and placing the small hair pin that held it all together. Your laugh was shaken as you looked at him, his bewildered eyes staring at you 

“A promise Rengoku-san! I must go!” You spoke rather loudly before running out of the establishment. He knew this hair pin was very special to you. It held a lot of meaning he knew as much. 

With a reddened face he placed it safely besides his scabbard held tight by his belt. 

Paying for the food he left quickly too. His heart was beating ever so fast. He hoped he would see you very soon.