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demonpiratehuntress · 11 months

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How the Straw Hats React to Your Period

Includes: OPLA!Zoro, OPLA!Sanji, OPLA!Luffy, OPLA!Usopp, f!reader

A/N: I actually have a one-shot written of Zoro's reaction to your period, which I'll post after this. But I hope you enjoy reading this :)

ZORO

"NO! NO! (NAME) I'M SORRY!"

Luffy's loud scream was what woke the swordsman from his nap today, one of his eyes shooting open to see what the fuss was about. Luffy zipped across the deck in front of him, holding onto his hat for dear life as you chased him around with a kitchen knife, curses and threats spewing past your lips.

"Luffy! Get back here!"

Zoro looked at Nami and Sanji, who were watching the scene while trying to stifle giggles. Usopp was behind Sanji, visibly shaking. The swordsman turned his gaze back to you and Luffy, where you were handling the captain by the collar of his vest. Before you could do anything to him, however, Zoro grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

"What now-" You turned, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend. "Zoro-"

"Why are you trying to kill our captain?" He asked, then paused. "Okay let me rephrase. Why do you have a knife?"

You suddenly burst into tears, and for the first time since Kaya's mansion, Zoro jumped in fright and alarm. It didn't take long for your face to be a mess of tears, and you were babbling something he couldn't hear through your sobs.

"Calm down," he let go of your wrist and gently took the knife away from you, handing it to Luffy before feeling you suddenly smack his arm. "What was that for?"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" You yelled, still crying but now very irritated. "He ate my food!"

"So?"

"So Sanji made it especially for me!" You whined. "He knows what I like on my period!"

At the mention of Sanji, Zoro growled and lifted you up, tossing you over his shoulders, "I also know what you like."

Minutes later, you were laying on his chest in his hammock, after he had brought you some more food and something to drink. He was lazily rubbing over your uterus, which he had learned - after three of your periods - calmed you down. You were content for now, eating an insane amount of food and cuddling your boyfriend, but he couldn't deny that he was a little afraid of you during these times. Still, he did his best to make sure you were okay, knowing how badly you cramped and how much pain your body was in during these days. Whatever you asked of him, he did without complaint.

SANJI

No one had seen you for hours now. That usually wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't the middle of the day and if you didn't usually spend this time learning how to fish from Sanji. Everyone except Nami seemed to be confused, but she wouldn't tell anyone what was going on, too busy reading her charts. So your boyfriend decided to check for himself, regretting not coming sooner when he saw what state you were in.

"My love, what's wrong?"

The cook was by your side in an instant, his ears now picking up on the soft groans and whimpers you were letting out. You were clearly in pain, but you didn't want to lift your head up to tell him why. He had to gently remove the blanket from your face, and cup your cheek in his hand.

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Food," you mumbled, before groaning again and burying your face in his thigh. "And you."

That didn't really make any sense, but it didn't matter to Sanji. He didn't want to leave you alone while you were in pain, so he quickly brought a cloth he had doused in hot water and laid it over your uterus, knowing heat would help the pain. Then he kissed your forehead and promised the food would come soon, before rushing off to make your favourite.

"Where's (Name)?" Luffy asked Sanji, coming into the kitchen. "Haven't seen her all day."

"She's resting," the cook answered, before slapping the captain's hand away from the food. "That's for her."

Luffy was about to protest, but then he turned and went down to your room to check on you. Sanji would have warned him, but he was already gone before he could.

What came next was a loud bang and a the unmistakable sound of someone hitting the wooden walls of the ship. Followed by a dazed groan. Sanji tried not to laugh as Luffy came stumbling back into the kitchen, his eyes wide.

"What did you do?"

"I poked her cheeks until she told me what was wrong."

"Did she tell you?"

"No, but she punched me."

Sanji did laugh then, watching Luffy go back out to bother someone else - probably Zoro - as he gathered up the plate and hot drink he had prepared for you and went back to your room. He set the food and drink down, slipped into the bed next to you, and brought you close as he fed you the food and kept the heated cloth in place over your uterus. He was aware of how painful these few days were for you, so he tried his best to make it at least a little easier. And he always did.

LUFFY

THE MOST OBLIVIOUS MAN TO EVER LIVE. This guy has no idea what's in store for him, and he has no idea how to deal with it either. He can't help his annoying nature, but when you get your period he tries his best to shut up sometimes. Sometimes. He can't keep up with your mood swings, and even less with your cramps, but he tries. The poor guy. You always feel so bad after your periods, knowing you yelled at him for no reason or snapped unwillingly when he's never ever raised his voice at you or argued.

"(Name)!" Luffy whined. "That was mine!"

You had just swiped something off his lunch plate - something he did way more often to you - when those words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He had - once again - forgotten what time of the month it was. He was reminded when your eyes glossed over with tears, and your bottom lip trembled. Everyone else flinched as you started crying, getting up to run off to somewhere else.

"Luffy!" Nami smacked the back of his head.

"Idiot," Zoro grumbled, face-palming.

Luffy looked confused, wondering why everyone was telling him off. Only when Usopp nudged him in the direction you ran off did he get it. He was slow, but he always understood - eventually. He got up to follow you, finding you curled up in the crow's nest, shaking and crying into your knees.

"Hey, (Name)," he sat down next to you. "I'm sorry."

"You're an idiot, you know," you grumbled, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

He laughed, and you frowned, before he suddenly pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. He extended them so they encased you like a cocoon, having heard from Nami that keeping you warm might help with the pain. But also, he knew how much you loved it when he cuddled you like this. All your pain and anger faded away, and the tears stopped as your body completely relaxed in his embrace. You felt yourself nodding off, and pretty soon you were fast asleep, head tilted onto your boyfriend's shoulder. He smiled. He was lucky that you were so patient with him. Because it took him a while, but he would always make sure you were okay during these few unbearable days.

USOPP

This poor, poor boy. Having been around Kaya for most of his life, he wasn't new to what periods were. However, you were not like Kaya. You were aggressive, you were angry, you were violent, and it terrified him to his core. He knew you didn't mean to be, but your fluctuating hormones made you so moody and grumpy that he was almost tempted to hide from you for those few days. But he knew you needed him. So he did what he does best, he told you funny, made-up stories to make you laugh.

They...had the opposite effect.

He was alarmed when you started crying halfway through his infamous goldfish story, instantly reaching out to take your hand, "(Name), what's wrong? Does it hurt? I can go get something-"

"Why did you punch the goldfish?" You sniffled, looking up him with teary eyes.

He was taken aback by your question, his jaw dropping. No one ever asked that, and he was wondering why you were worried about the goldfish when he claimed it was attacking him.

"Why-"

"It was an innocent animal!" You whined, smacking his arm suddenly and then crying even more. "It didn't do anything!"

Usopp stuttered and stammered and tried to defend himself, but you were so concerned about the fish you didn't want to hear it. Shaking his head with a sigh, he just slipped into the bed next to you and brought you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. You were very very emotional, but he was learning how to appropriately handle it. And you appreciated that he was trying his best to make you smile. He made your periods bearable.

#opla!zoro x reader #one piece live action #opla #opla!sanji x reader #opla!usopp x reader #opla!luffy x reader #opla x reader #opla zoro #opla sanji #opla usopp #opla luffy

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year

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Hey sorry friend! Here, i will request it separately for you.

Can you make headcanons for taking care of dazai after the prison arc? I feel really really bad for him and i just want to let him sleep and dote on him for weeks.

P.s. he deserves warm food and head rubs and for people to stop talking shit about him. 😭

Reunion with blood and tears

Headcanon: Dazai is reunited with his lover after his escape Dazai x Fem! Reader Masterlist Tysm anon for the request! Hope this doesn't disappoint your heart :)

Dazai Osamu was laughing. That's the first thing he does escaping the prison.

You looked bloody and beaten up badly but nevertheless you came to pick him up (I mean duh, he is the Osamu transferring information through his heartbeat Dazai)

"Osamu, please, I can't even think to loss you again" that's the first thing you would say to him as you hug him tightly, sobbing .

You know this man, despite having the happy shell, even he breaks down crying and in that embrace none of you wanted to separate.

You stared at the exit all covered in blood and wounds but you couldn't care less. Your lover was sent to the prison long ago for the past crimes he did. He was the former port mafia executive, you knew sooner or later he had to pay his deed, but this was a ruthless act.

And in the moment time didn't exist for you as you stared at you lover, so beaten up and broken almost limping to an extent and you couldn't even help him by taking his pain away. All you could do was hug and embrace him in your arms and you wept. Sooner then expected, for the second time in his life, Osamu Dazai cried, because he was relieved to go back somewhere who he could call home.

Now Now, that was one moment you had. Because of this mess created by DOA, the best service you could provide a runaway criminal was your own secret base like home.

The only supply you could give that moment was giving him food and bandages, as he proceeds to bath. He was limping badly and you told him that you could least have the made-up support for him but he brushed of saying it wasn't a big deal.

You then forcefully make him seated on the bed considering his physique screamed broken bones which you couldn't heal.

Dazai was silent all the time, he wasn't eating nor talking and seemed to lost his touch, simply showing his true nature.

You know this was the real Osamu Dazai, the one without the barrier of fake happiness. He already had bags under his eyes as if he never slept, and how fragile and thin he had gotten over the past few months.

"Dazai? Osamu, Darling please eat something, i made you some crab soup you always liked" You would plead as he just stare as you.

"I don't wish to eat right now"

And that was the moment that broke your heart. You know it would be to much for him to intake such a heavy meal so you simply came back with some fruits, cut in bits and you proceed to take a seat next to him and open his mouth.

"I love you babes but if you cant eat, i will have to forcefully make you eat, I don't want anyone to die at me"

You swear you could hear him saying 'kinky', before you proceed to fed him food.

"Good boy Osamu, you finished your food" You said joyfully giving him a head pat as you proceed to keep the dishes in the kitchen.

Head pats, rubs and hugs.... that's what he needs

He wouldn't open up to you fully and you respected his decision.

You finished up everything as you re-bandaged his wounds later at night, which seemed to fallen quiet early today.

Dazai seemed to have gained his energy, and willingly ate up all the crab soup you made.

Currently you were in the bed with him, hugging him so closely not wanting to lose him again. This war was to much. You didn't wanted anyone to die, especially you two but it was your duty, to save people's future even if it meant to destroy your own.

"Hey Osamu, promise me you wouldn't pull any of this stunt again understand? I already lost much and I don't want you loss anyone more" You said as you bury your face lightly against his chest, listening to his heartbeat which could tell wonders.

Dazai pulled you closed, his arms around you and he secures the position, his head above your head, for the first time after his escape he spoke, "Y/N I love you and I promise I wouldn't change it for the world, I wouldn't leave you, I promise"

You looked up to see him sighing with his breathe, as he slowly closes his eyes, letting the darkness wash over him yet again, but this time within the comfort of his lover by his side and it was a sight you would never change it for the world.

'I love you Osamu Dazai' you whisper as you watch him fall asleep, least with a small hinted smile on his face.

Loosing yourself a little, you kissed him on his forehead and then lightly on his lips before embracing him yet again under the covers of your bed with your lover beside you, as you listen to his heartbeat, and you swore you could decode his heartbeat saying I love you too.

Hope this satisfy all those dazai kinnies including anon and me, cus Dazai deserves much more then all this. honestly idk if this directed mainly towards the hc! But dazai fluff is all we need.

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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If Luffy Ate an Aphrodisiac (NSFW)

Aftercare

Zoro version

Sanji Version

A/N: I wanted to separate the monster trio scenarios because they were so long but if you’d like to read all three you can do that HERE!🤍

Bad Summary: Luffy ends up eating and aphrodisiac fruit.

CW: OOC!Luffy, Horny!Luffy, Bath Sex, Oral, Biting(I think), Dry Humping,Vaginal sex, Luffy still being Luffy, Overstimulation

Enjoy!

He’d end up being very giggly, loud, and very less self aware than he already was.

Way more blunt and touchy than usual ofc

You and him never figured out why he was so horny

He’d be so flustered, which is a rare sight but he tries to play it off so badly

The aphrodisiac he consumed was of course: a food.

It happened when you and him went shopping for a few snacks on a quick island stop

You had to save most of the snacks to bring back to the ship because Nami stated there won’t be another island around for the next couple days and you needed to restock in your bedroom snack drawer.

You ended up getting Luffy some snacks to hold him, but by the time you were half way done shopping he was already done eating

You didn’t want to give him any of your snacks and seeing Luffy had a little bit of money you made him buy his own last bit of food, you both quickly headed to a vendor and there it was: a fruit!

Luffy really wanted meat but the fruit was all he could afford so he bought it and in one fell swoop ate it whole. The vendor was terrified.

“What?” Luffy muffled with his mouth stuffed before swallowing.

“Dear, are you this man’s wife?” The vendor asked tapping your shoulder.

“Not yet!” Luffy laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist knocking the air out of you for a moment. “Why? She is not for sale!” He pulled you over on his opposite side as if he were holding you all to himself pouting at the old man. The vendor shook his head and tsk’ed, “Maam. I bid you a good luck tonight with him.”

You couldn’t even let out a “Huh” before Luffy was carrying you and your bags to another vendor. You got all that you needed and had some spare change so you, being the good girlfriend you are, bought him what he wanted and headed back to the ship with everyone.

About an hour past since you set sail. You cleaned up your room and put away your snacks in your drawer and Luffy’s in his. You wanted to relax with Robin for a moment to speak about something and take a nice hot bath before heading to dinner. However, you were stopped by Luffy running as if someone were chasing him.

“Ow.” You plainly said rubbing your chest seeing as he face planted right into you and fell. You grabbed his hand, but nearly grimaced at the sticky and sweaty hot feel of his hand. “Lu—?”

“Y-Y/N! What-what are you doing right now are you busy?! “ Luffy’s voice sounded shaky but aside from that he was hot in the face and constantly panting it was pretty weird to see him out of breath like this.

“Oh…well I needed to talk to Robin about something and then I—-“

“CAN WE HANG OUT IN YOUR ROOM?!”

“Luffy!” You held your sensitive ears for a moment seeing that he was screaming, “Are you okay? Why are you so hyper ? And we can’t right now I have to speak to Robin about something important.”

“N-NO—ahem….no reason, but okay let me take you to her!” Luffy laughs and takes your hand down to the deck where everyone is busy doing there own thing, you heard him make a small groan when he made contact with you, but maybe you were imagining things,“oh look there is Robin! Go talk to her and then we can hang out!” He slapped your ass making you jump in shock, but before you could say anything he was running off to the kitchen. Luffy doesn’t really do that kind of thing often so feeling the hard sensation of his hot hand on your skin threw you off for a moment.

“He’s in a funny mood.” Robin giggled.

“Oh yeah…” you slowly sat down looking back at the door he entered confused. What’s up with him? “A-anyways I wanted to continue asking you about—“

“GET OUT!” Sanji’s voice boomed through the door kicking Luffy out in the process. He had his cheeks stuffed, beginning to whine, he usually does this every other day , so you paid it no mind.

“Oh I See….and so—- hello captain.” Robin greeted the large shadow behind you, you turn to get a look at Luffy and his hat was now in his hand and his face was pinker than you last remembered. He nearly look like he had a fever which kind of scared you.

“Y/n…” He whispered, he was super sweaty and got it all on you when he laid his body on top of yours which his head now in your breast.

“Uh…hey? Luffy what’s wrong?” You rub the back of his head hoping he’d look back up at you, instead he just shakes his head. “You’re so sweaty….You’re taking a bath today you are not sleeping in the bed with me like this.”

“Mmmmmm.” He started to shift and not so subtly grind on your body which made you feel heat hit your cheeks because Robin was right there watching. She had the same casual smile on here thinking how cute it was to see Luffy cuddle his girlfriend, but little did she know about the poking bulge resting on top of your thigh.

“L-Lu! We can hang out a little after I finish talking to Robin okay?” You tried pulling him off of your, but he ended up biting the top of your breast instead making you shriek a bit. “Luffy!”

“I think your boyfriend wants a little time alone don’t you think?” Robin giggled at you both and even though you wanted to laugh off your embarrassment with him you started to feel Luffy suck on the same area he bit you causing you to hold back a moan.

“Y-yeah, but I have to k-know if— fuck…”

You really was happy about how casual and clearheaded Robin can be because seeing you squirm under Luffy and how Luffy was grinding on you with no shame groaning. If anyone else were watching they would have thought you both were nearly having sex right there on the deck.

“Luffy i..i um..are you Sick?” He stopped his grinding to shake his head no at you still smothered in your breast.

Robin insisted you both probably head to Chopper for a moment just in case and you can finish your conversation with her later. However , walking to Chopper’s room deemed difficult since Luffy didn’t want to let go on your body, but you were grateful he was easy to carry.

You take him inside and insist he lay on the couch, he finally pulls himself off of you giggling, placing his hat on his lap.

When Chopper comes in he examines the flustered captain, you assumed it was probably something he ate, but Chopper doesn’t find anything wrong though.

“When did you start feeling this way, Luffy?” Chopper asked.

“Like…uhhh…i think…i think a few minutes after we left that food place, y/n!”

“What did you eat?”

“It was Like this pink weird fruit, it was REALLY sweet! Kinda tasted like chocolate!”

You then suddenly started to remember the old man’s warning to you from earlier today,

“I bid you good luck tonight.”

You were thinking about what he meant but your thoughts were cut when Chopper turned to you, he assumed Luffy just ate a bad fruit and to probably lay down for the rest of the evening. “Okay but first you’re taking a bath!” You demanded grabbing his hand, Luffy throws his hat on your head and quickly wraps around your body instead.

“Okay.” He laughs. “You gatta take one with me w though .”

You didn’t mind, you’ve both taken baths together before so you easily agreed.

That was your first mistake.

You both got in the bathroom and as you bent over to turn on the tub he locked the door behind you and completely stripped.

“O-oh!” You were shocked at how close Luffy was behind you and the fact that he was naked, standing tall and still giggling.

“Common get naked!” He didn’t give you time to respond he just began to pull off your dress and underwear mumbling something incoherent in the process.

He carries you into the tub and situates himself in between your legs. He kept burying his face in between your now naked breast and did a loud groan. You didn’t even care at this point at how weird he was being since you just needed him to bathe and maybe that alone would help your boyfriend.

That was your second mistake.

“Y/N…” he practically moaned into you, but ended it with a laugh. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me, Lu..”

“No..I mean can I touch you…” he just barely pulls away to then pull his index and middle downwards on your slit with his free hand holding one of your thighs apart. You let out a broken moan arching your back in reaction, “here…I wanna touch you here again.”

You’re shocked, usually you’re the one initiating sex with him, Luffy didn’t have a really high libido and so you wanted to protest just to ask what was happening to him but he didn’t give you enough time since he kept scissoring you so incredibly slow while making eye contact.

“Y-yes. You can.” You didn’t catch yourself bucking into Luffy’s hand, but he did subtly biting his lip at your eagerness.

He smiled pulling out his finger to grab the sides of your head and kiss you, his skin was so hot to the touch you were a bit worried he did actually have a fever but your trusted the ship’s doctor judgement.

Luffy was usually a shy kisser, but today he did everything in your mouth but eat you whole, he sucked your tongue licked your lips, moaned in your mouth all while pulling himself closer into you until you felt his hard shaft press against your clit making your both whine. “C-can I go inside you?” Breathing his hot breath on you still leaving open mouthed kisses

“Yes please.” Luffy didn’t waste anytime grabbing you on top of him sliding yourself down his cock. His mouth never left yours even as you tried to pull away to catch some air, but Luffy needed his release and you were the one going to give it to him.

It wasn’t long until after a few thrust upwards he came, his grip on your butt was so tight the entire time you began to bite on his shoulder making that the possible reason he came so fast.

“Y-you okay, Lu—!” Luffy got up still holding you and moved you to bend over the tub, you never done doggy style with him before so this made you a bit loss of words. You felt his cum mixed with the bath water drip down out of you, and Luffy admired it just for a second until he felt the urge to go inside you again. This time he used his power to grow his dick just a little bit more bigger than you’re used to. “Luffy!” You felt him stretch you out so deliciously, you felt way too full and it was nearly overwhelming.

He just snickered, “‘M ganna keep going okay?”

You could hear his smile from behind, you also didn’t cum yet so you had no objection to it, you nod frantically so he can just give you some friction.

It was obvious this new position overwhelmed him as well, seeing your pretty browned butt in bouncing off his lightly tan skin. He’d pull out just enough to where his tip was still inside you then with full force thrust back inside you. You whined at the deep feel of his enlarged cock dragging in and out of your tiny wet walls.

Luffy didn’t know what got into himself either, but all he knew was he wasn’t going to stop until he felt better. He tried eating, but it didn’t work and got him in trouble. But Every time he seen you in that damn short dress prancing around the ship like nobody’s business he wanted to pull those pretty white panties you wore down and fuck you from behind.

It was about 20 minutes have passed and Luffy’s pace still haven’t let up. You came twice and your arms were so sore and tired. Your body was hot and twitching in what you couldn’t tell was overstimulation or just plain out too much of everything, his sexy pants, the wet slaps his hips and your butt tend to make when they connect, his broken voice Everytime he said “Yes! Need! More!”, feeling his thumbs dig into your back dimples knowing there will be a bruise later to see, or just the simple fact that Luffy isn’t himself right now—it was all just a lot to take in. You knew he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, feeling your tears trickle down your cheek, “L-Luffyyyy….’m tiredddd…”

In the moment he almost ignored you but Luffy being Luffy he’d never allow anything to make you become uncomfortable no matter if it was an aphrodisiac or not. He was panting harshly hovering over you pulling you back into his chest. “Ca—can we finish in your room? Please.”

His voice was worn and filled with desperation you just mindlessly agreed wanting to lay down and take his cock despite already feeling so overstimulated—but you liked it a lot. He smiled weakly and picked you up holding your thighs.

If you weren’t in your post orgasm high you’d be cussing Luffy out for running out the bathroom with you both naked being possibly seen by someone. He shut your door and tossed you on the bed prying your messy thighs back open

“Y/N…” Luffy’s voice was almost like he was singing , “you’re dirty down there…lemme clean it up.”

“Wha??—OH LUFFY!” You threw your hand in his wet hair as he shoved his tongue inside you, he didn’t go down on you often and feeling him widen and stretch his tongue makes you now wish he’d do it Everytime you guys have sex.

“LUFFFYYYY!” It wasn’t Long until you reached your orgasm clamping down on his face with your thighs, you started to ride his tongue, feeling his wet hot muscle roll back and fourth on your clit to carry out your orgasm making him moan inside you seeing as he finally was close to reaching his high too rubbing his own cock while eating you.

Once he was released from your thighs he pulled off of your clit with a smack and stroked himself on you.

“Gatta…cum again!” He released his cum on your tummy breathing shallow with his arms gripping the sheets beside your head. You both were a panting mess until he slid himself right back in your with his face redder than ever still giving weakens giggles at your reaction. “One more okay?”

“I—“ You were dazed whining out uneven moans as he slowly started to pump himself into you, the room was spinning, your jaw was slacked open drooling, and you both were just sweating and groaning on top of each other. His mind was fuzzy, but he managed to give you small kisses on your face and neck whispering a bunch of nothings to you about how good you feel and how much he can’t stop.

After about an hour of hearing “One more” you both were so fucked out of your minds you slept through dinner, but everybody on the ship didn’t mind it considering nobody was hungry after hearing you both all evening.

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abbyromanoff · 2 years

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Sugar daddy GP Natasha being seduced by reader into buying the dress she wants and nat fucking her to oblivion

Sugar daddy

Pairings: g!p sugar daddy Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: smut, Nat has a penis, public sex, cunnilingus, spanking, breeding, light cnc talk, praising, degrading

Word count: 1584

Summary: When you want a dress so badly Nat figures out a way that you can pay for it

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Please Natty? I’ll do anything.” You pleaded for the fifth time in the past hour. You’ve been begging the older woman to let you get this dress, assuring her that it would be for her eyes only which you both knew was a lie. You’d probably end up wearing it to a gathering with Nat just to watch as her blood boils with every lingering eye that was laid upon you. The dress was a satan red that reached to your mid thigh, a large slit placed on the left.

The red head smirked above you, using your desperation to her advantage. “Anything? Hm, that’s a good offer, a $400 dollar dress and I get to do whatever I want with you.” You shivered lightly as her cold hands went to place themselves on your waist. You gave your best puppy dog eyes and she gave in, walking you into the dressing room to try on the oh so nice dress.

Her watchful eyes wandered around your body as you slowly peeled off your clothing in front of her, teasing your wife successfully. You grabbed the dress off of the small hanger and slipped it on, making sure to accentuate your ass and tits as you looked over to Nat.

“So, what do you think?” She stood up suddenly, placing her hands on your butt and giving a small squeeze making you jump slightly. She chuckled dryly at your actions and turned you around so you were looking at yourself in the mirror, using her palms to grope you all over. You felt a bulge press against you as her crotch met your behind, slightly grinding against it and admiring the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling.

“I think, that I really want to fuck you against this mirror now.” You looked back at her only to be met with a harsh, bruising kiss as she groaned into your lips. The passionate kiss continued for a few moments until you both were heavily panting against each other. A loud knock erupted onto the changing room door, you were assuming it was an employee.

“Do you need any help in there?” The small voice asked, probably being able to hear the shuffling from out there.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah we’re fine, thank you.” You yelled out while Nat dropped to her knees and started to put her head under your dress.

“Be quiet for me princess.” She said while stroking your smooth thighs, plating small kisses to each one. Your breathing started getting heavy as you awaited for the feeling of her mouth on you, yet it never came.

“Nat, please! Just eat me out already.” You whisper yelled as she smirked at your neediness.

“Relax baby, let daddy play with her little toy.” You whimpered as her tongue played with your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You gripped her hair in your hands and pulled her face further into your aching cunt. She moaned into you as she teased your tight hole with her mouth, using her thumb to rub small circles on your clit.

“Mm, you like that, you like daddy’s mouth?” Her raspy voice was muffled as she got lost in the taste of you. Your moans were enough to answer her question but she wanted more, she wanted to hear you say it. She removed herself from your wet cunt to glare up at you, waiting for you to say something.

“Yes! I love it daddy, love it so fucking much!” She seemed to be satisfied with your answer as she leaned back and sloppily ate you out. You used one hand to pull her hair while the other gripped the wall, trying your best to keep yourself from falling.

You felt the coil in your stomach about to snap and warned the woman. “Daddy, can’t take it, gonna cum.” Your words made her go faster, desperately trying to make you cum on her tongue.

“Do it baby, cum for daddy.” You snapped, your cum leaking into her mouth as you finally let go. She let you ride it out, continuing her movements on your clit until your breathing returned to a normal. You muttered out a bunch of thank you’s and kissed her when she finally stood up, her tall figure towering over you.

“So, does that mean I can get the dress?” “Of course baby, but I’m not done with you. Did you really think I’d just eat you out and let you walk out of here?” A nervous gulp made its way out of you as she turned your body around, groping you like she did earlier.

“I’m not letting you leave until this beautiful little pussy is dripping with my cum.” She emphasized her words by cupping your sore pussy, laughing when you let out a small ‘yelp’. The redhead bent you over and brought the dress up so it laid on your lower back, your pantiless butt now on display.

“Fuck, look at this sexy ass.” Her words were accentuated with a small slap to your ass, you’d be surprised if no one could hear you two. “Wanna fuck it so bad, would you let me? Would you let daddy play with this cute little butt?” You nodded fastly, desperate to please her.

“Yes, I’d let you do anything to me. Anything you wanted.” Her groan echoed throughout the stall as she undid her belt and slid down her suit pants. Grabbing her cock she stroked herself back and forth until her pre-cum dripped onto your bottom. She brought her face to your level and slowly licked the white liquid as she stared at you in the mirror. Your hands went to hold the bench as your legs became wobbly, your previous orgasm and her current teasing causing you to go lightheaded.

“Will you let me slip in? I know you want me filling your little cunt, don’t you? You want daddy to cum in you? To fill you up with my pups?” You were going to agree until you felt her length ram into you, using your wetness as the only lubrication. Before you could yell out Nat filled your mouth with her fingers, hitting the back of your throat as she listened to your gags. She started a slow pace inside of you, moving her large cock in and out of you. Nat tried to quiet her moans but you felt too good, your warmth wrapped around her made her want to cum any minute.

“So warm and tight princess, want to be in you forever. Want your sexy fucking pussy all full of my cum, can’t wait to watch it drip out of you.” Her arm that wasn’t occupied went to wrap around your waist to bring herself further into you, shuttering to herself lightly as she felt you all around her. You on the other hand felt as though you’d snap any minute once again, that coil in your stomach was going to snap for the second time in only eleven minutes. Nat noticed you were trying to say something and removed her fingers from your mouth, taking the digits into her own mouth and sucking them. You let out a large breath and finally spoke out, making sure to keep your tone hushed and small.

“Mhm, want it too daddy. I want your cum in me so bad, please give it to me. Give me your cum daddy.” She slapped your ass repeatedly and watched in the mirror to see your reaction, admiring the way your mouth fell open. All of the sudden you felt hot liquid filling your awaiting pussy.

“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t wait. You feel too good, couldn’t hold back. But you don’t mind right? You don’t mind me cumming in this tight little hole without your permission?” You shook your head faster than the speed of light, it felt too good to talk.

“Yes daddy! I love it so fucking much, it feels so good!” You couldn’t even seem to care about others hearing you getting fucked, they knew not to question the powerful woman that was the only reason they stayed in business.

“That’s right sweetheart, I’m your daddy. I’ll show everyone in this store how good I fuck you, even if I have to bend you over that stupid little counter.” It seemed like she wasn’t even talking to you anymore, it was as if she was just talking in general. This was your favorite part about her, the possesiveness she held over you made you feel so loved yet made you so hot and bothered.

You soon released after her, not being able to hold back anymore and letting go. When your wife had finally calmed down she kept herself inside of you, basking the feeling of your cunt wrapped around her. The moment she finally slid out of you, you almost fell over, the only thing keeping you up is holding onto the bench in the changing room.

“So can I get the dress now?” She laughed and nodded putting your clothes you cam in back on and walking the two of you out as if you didn’t just fuck in the store. The employees were too afraid to mention anything and kept quiet, just being glad to get the money from the rich woman. When she brought you out of the building you leaned your head against her shoulder, muttering a, “Thank you daddy.”

“Anything for my perfect princess.”

#anon ask #natahsa romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #sugar daddy Natasha #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #black widow smut #black widow #anon request #anonymous

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Stretched and Swollen from Sprite (And Bananas (and three and a half dinners))

I didn’t actually set out to stuff myself this night. Between having a big gym session and somehow forgetting to eat all day, I was just really hungry! I met my friends at the sushi restaurant after getting cleaned up from the gym, and proceeded to order two entrees (chirash don, which is just really good raw fish over rice, and spicy chicken yakisoba stir fry) without too much thought. I had to make up for lunch, after all.

Now, I had forgotten this, but sometimes sushi can get me a little more bloated than you might expect. Or maybe it’s the rice, I’m not really sure. Anyway, after finishing both of my dinners in about 15 minutes, and to the amusement of my friends, I could feel my belly rounding out nicely. It pushed out against my shirt, swelling with whatever weird reaction happens when I eat a ton of sushi. The feeling was both surprising and a bit arousing.

I leaned back in my seat, not trying especially hard to stifle my burps, and watching my friends eat their delicious meals with a bit of envy. Towards the end of the evening, one of my friends took pity on me and offered me the half of her ramen that she couldn’t finish. I gratefully wolfed it down, my stomach groaning and gurgling, and driving me a little crazy. See, I was full, but not stuffed. I couldn’t get the thought of gorging myself well beyond my limit out of my mind all the rest of the night, and by the time I was driving home I had made up my mind.

Settling down on my couch, I ordered a foot long Philly cheesesteak, cheesy fries, an Oreo milkshake, and a bottle of sprite. You see, I also had a bunch of bananas sitting on the counter, and I had always wanted to see what a sprite and banana bloat felt like (spoiler alert, it didn’t disappoint).

I downed my fries sub and milkshake in pretty short order, belching and rubbing my swelling belly right where it hurt the most. Now, it was time for the famous combination. I was nervous and excited, I couldn’t wait to see how much more full and achey my tummy would get, but I really didn’t want to ruin the night by throwing up.

I ate two bananas, and started to take long sips of the sprite. It took a little while, but I started to feel the reaction taking place. Keep in mind, I was already packed full with three and a half dinners. But now, I could feel my stomach sloooowly expanding. I needed to burp so badly, but the only ones that came were small, leaving me terribly bloated. I was hooked, though. I drank half the bottle, my belly groaning and stretching, feeling waves of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t stop rubbing the left side of my upper tummy where it ached the worst.

Still, I needed more. I ate another banana between more sips of sprite, groaning softly. When I finished I was a mess. My belly hurt soooo badly, and nothing I could do made it feel any better. It didn’t get visibly much bigger, but WOW did it feel stretched out. A half hour and a lot of belly rubs and soft moans later, the bloating had gone done somewhat, enough for me to drift off to sleep.

I have to say, I am hooked on the banana and sprite combo on top of a stuffing. It really sent me over the edge, and I love that once made the decision to do it, I was locked in, and forced to suffer through it. I can’t wait to try it again.

#bloated tummy #tummy ache #tummy kink #ate too much #upset tummy #bloatedaf #swollen belly #gurgling belly #bellystory

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 1 year

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i've seen your yandere scenario the one with breaking the reader, i absolutely loved it - i was wondering if you can do the same scenario except it's yandere scaramouche, xiao, and cyno?

Yes I can my dear! However I already wrote for Yandere Scaramocuhe, and Cyno here. Please enjoy. But I can do Xiao. :)

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Scenario: i would like to request a yandere scenario but oh no it's really really sad. if you can, i would want to see yandere kazuha, childe, tighnari like regretting breaking reader. like reader keeps getting hurt by the yanderes until they feel nothing and at first the yanderes didn't mind it thinking they were obeying them but then they start feeling guilty for breaking you because now you aren't expressing any emotions, no matter what they do.

all in all, very very angst at the end

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Xiao ─── °∘❉∘° ────── °∘❉∘° ────── °∘❉∘° ───

As the Yaksha stared down at you in bed, he looks at you. He looks at your blank face, your blank eyes, your blank emotions. Was it too much to ask to protect you? He wanted to protect you, very badly. You were one of the rare good things to happen to him ever since he lost his family to their Karmic debt. Morax and You were all he had left. Was it too much to ask to be protective of you? Lock you in his hotel room in Wangshu inn? Feeding you almond tofu none stop? However, Xiao never knew how to take care of a human being, after all he is an adepti, he never took the effort to learn about humans and how they function. Of course they interest him, but not enough to learn how to take care of them. Hence, what lead to your neglected, and skinny state, as he never knew how to take care of you, properly. However, he couldn't trust anything. The food you ate could have been poisoned. The paths you took could have been dangerous and deadly...despite you being one of the top adventures in the adventure guild. Xiao looked down at your dead face, yet alive, skinny and malnourished. Was it too much to have a taste of you right now? As he tasted sweetness for the first time when he kissed you. He was different from Almond Tofu but he could taste it. Xiao gently adjusted your hair and clothes and placed his hand on your face. "Hey...can you please at least talk to me, so I know you are okay? It is rude to ignore me like this." Nothing, silence. He tried to invoke some reaction out of you by lifting one of your legs up, and gently pressed his hot tongue on your thigh and dragged it all the way up to your knee. You still tasted sweet. Oh so very sweet to him. He pulled away as all he saw was a blank face and a miserable appearance. Xiao sighed in frustration. "I don’t get it! I provided everything I can for you! What are you just laying there!?" He started to tear up in frustration. He remembered how fierce you were, how happy you were fighting monsters, how cheerful you were at taverns and people. He remembered how you protected him time and time again and how much you enjoyed it. Immediately, as he watched his hot tears drop on your face, he started to apologize to archons, gods, his dead family, his loyal master Rex Lapis. "I'm sorry...its my fault...it's my fault...I should...I should..." He mumbled and started to cry more. It was his fault, all of it. Regret plagued his mind, as his karmic debt was about to eat him alive. This time, he couldn’t take it anymore. He rather die than let his karmic debt over take him. He pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek, and went on his knees. He aimed his marble jade staff to his chest, and plunged it deep, past his hundred years of life. All you heard was a thud. Then silence.

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the pursuit of beauty

Genre/Tropes: Enemies to lovers vibes except they're barely friends at the end? Implied unrequited love (Rook to Reader.)

Summary: Rook thinks you're beautiful! ...And you think he's creepy.

Author's Comments: Wrote this for a friend but also because one of my writing goals for January was "write a trope you don't write for often" and I chose enemies to lovers because I've written for it like twice. I took some liberties for how the brooms work in TWST because I don't think they ever talked about it when I wrote this? It doesn't affect the plot that much, but meh. It's there and it doesn't matter anyway. Uhhhh the ending is rushed because I got bored by the end but I hope ygys enjoy this one anyway because I liked writing it!

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“Oh, mon coeur! Isn’t it a lovely-”

“Nope, no it isn’t. Please go away.”

This morning started just like any other, which meant it was going very badly for you.

Rook Hunt, the Vice Housewarden of Pomfiore and the recent thorn in your side. He seemed intent on observing every moment of your day, monitoring what you ate and how much weight you gained and even your sleeping patterns. It was a huge breach of boundaries and he chose to excuse his behavior by saying it was “for the pursuit of beauty.”

Creep.

“How beautiful! Your scorn is as lovely as your smile.” he beamed, trailing behind you as Grim yanked on your pant leg.

No, you refused to walk faster. You did not want to give Rook the satisfaction of running away from him—you knew all too well it would only lead to a chase (like with those poor Savanaclaw students.)

“You should get going, you know. I don’t like having you around and I know you have places to be.” you whipped around and glared at him, “So why are you still here? Go away.”

He chuckled, gazing at you adoringly.

“Is it such a crime to be mesmerized by beauty?” he hummed.

“Yes. Now leave. Go to class.” you rolled your eyes, turning on your heel and walking away.

“Geez what a weirdo!” Grim huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I coulda taken him if he tried anything funny! Don’t worry, hench human, I got him!”

“I know you do, Grim.” you smiled, patting him on the head affectionately, “Now come on! We’ve got to catch up to Ace and Deuce.”

The two boys in question were already waiting outside the classroom for you, a hot beverage and a breakfast sandwich in Deuce’s hands.

“See? I told you, they always sleep in a bit too late on Fridays.” Ace rolled his eyes.

Deuce handed over the snacks as you accepted them gratefully, touched by the gesture.

“Thank you two so much. I really appreciate it.” you beamed, subtly holding the breakfast sandwich out of reach of Grim’s grabby paws.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s whatever. You owe us, though.” Ace waved it off as he headed inside.

“A chocolate croissant sounds good.” Deuce snickered, following Ace inside.

You rolled your eyes, tearing off half of the breakfast sandwich and giving it to Grim.

“Eat quietly and neatly, okay?” you murmured, taking a seat next to Ace.

“Yeah, yeah! I know.” Grim grumbled, ripping into the breakfast sandwich like he hadn’t had four pancakes fifteen minutes before.

Meh, he was cute. You’d let it pass.

The history lesson moved as slow as ever, Trein’s droning voice making Ace almost drift off twice (both times you ended up elbowing him hard in the side, but it was unavoidable! You’d be a bad friend if you didn’t wake him up.) The second time he grumbled something about how he shouldn’t have gotten you that drink, but after you promised him a slice of cherry pie from the cafeteria he shut up.

The cafeteria, unfortunately, had the one person you wanted to avoid.

You could see him staring at you from all the way across the room, without even an apple on the table in front of him. Could he be any more obvious?

You elected to ignore him once again, trying to forget the creepy feeling of being watched as Ace and Deuce snacked on the food you bought them. Grim didn’t seem to notice him either, or maybe the food in front of him was too good for him to care. Either way, you wanted to wrap up this lunch period and get to your next class as soon as possible.

Now, the only problem with that was that your next period was a study hall. Because the brooms used for your classmate’s flight practices flew entirely on one’s own magic and how they controlled it, you were exempt from using them. Crowley had dumped you on Crewel’s schedule, making up some excuse about how you could grade papers with him and contribute to the school (as if you hadn’t saved the school from destruction multiple times from the sheer amount of Overblots that had taken place over the year you’ve been here.) Besides, Grim had magical abilities so he could use the brooms just fine for the both of you.

You know, you hated Crowley a little more than Rook. At least you didn’t have to deal with the Headmage today.

Your lunch officially spoiled by thoughts of the people you hated, you tucked the wrapped items away for later. You knew Grim would probably eat them (as he was already snatching bits and pieces off your plate) but you both needed to be fed somehow. All three of your tablemates looked up at you as you stood, sliding your tray over to Grim.

“I’m going to head to Crewel’s a little earlier than usual. Grim, you can have my extras.” you said, patting the cat monster on the head affectionately.

“Are you sure?” Deuce asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just remembered Crowley and it spoiled my appetite.” you joked, knowing full well that all of them would catch on.

Ace cackled, waving you off with a loud “good luck!” You waved them goodbye, forcing a smile as you stepped into the quiet hallways. It really was so much nicer at NRC when you walked the halls alone. No offense to Grim of course, but it was hard to get alone time when you were constantly being followed around by a strange cat that never quite stopped talking.

The walk to the classroom was as uneventful as it always was. For a moment, you expected the Terror of Rook Hunt to pop out from behind a corner and make some weird comment, but he didn’t.

Weird.

Shaking off the thought, you made it to the classroom without so much as a disturbance. You envied the rest of your classmates for spending time outside and getting to stretch out their legs, but the thought of going through Vargas’s training regiment made the envy vanish immediately. Grading papers wasn’t so bad when you got used to it anyway.

The second the bell rang, you sprang up from your seat and passed the graded papers to Crewel’s waiting arms. He thanked you with a smile, gesturing to the cauldron right in front of his desk. The joy from your hard work was dampened by the knowledge that the teachers still kept an eye on you during magical lessons—especially Crewel—even though you had proven proficient at everything they’d thrown at you so far.

Well, except the magic part. Obviously. That’s why you always had to work with someone else, even if Grim was with you.

You stood by the cauldron and watched as the students from flight lessons filed in, Grim lighting up as he rushed to your side.

“Hench human! Ace almost fell off his broom today!” he cackled.

Ace followed close behind him with a sour look on his face, gently nudging Grim out of the way with his foot.

“Yeah yeah, fur ball. It’s because Kalim ran into me.” he huffed, shaking his head.

“Silence, pups!” Crewel smacked his whip against his hand, and the class went quiet, “Good. Today we will be creating a sleeping potion. I have outlined the ingredients and instructions on the chalkboard. You are welcome to use any of the resources in the classroom to complete your assignment. However, if you fail, you will be responsible for making up the ingredients you used. Do I make myself clear?”

The students all nodded, a mixture of fear and excitement in their expressions.

“Good! Now, for this assignment, I have decided to split up your normal groups. You will not be working with the same people you have been. To get all of your pups more comfortable with each other, you will partner with someone you don’t yap with often!” he announced, eyes flickering to you and your trio of friends.

No way was he pulling this shit right now. Was he serious?

“And I will be choosing said groups!”

Oh great, even better! Now you couldn’t pretend to not know Trey or someone who was friendly enough to you!

“Grim, I want you to partner with Azul. He’ll keep you in line.” Crewel smacked his whip against his hand again.

Grim looked taken aback, but said nothing as he rushed over to Azul.

Yeah, being a cat and being threatened with a whip probably wasn’t a good combination.

“Ramshackle Prefect, you’re with Rook. He is proficient in potion making and can help you along if you find yourself stuck.”

No fucking way.

“Huh?” you piped up, mouth open in shock, “Wait, Rook Hunt?”

“That is what I said, yes.” Crewel replied, stern eyes offering no mercy.

You decided not to test your luck even more than you already had, and began the slow and painful walk to Rook’s desk. He watched you with smug, narrowed eyes as you approached, his gaze like a hunter. He was so creepy. You were never doing this again. Education be damned.

“Don’t say anything.” you grumbled, crossing your arms as you took your place next to him.

Rook shrugged and smirked, keeping his mouth shut. That somehow made you more irritated. You rolled your eyes and turned away, taking note of the ingredients on the board.

Weirdly enough, Rook said nothing during the entire class. He kept staring at you though. You could tell Ace was keeping an eye on you from across the room as he stirred the contents of the cauldron meticulously, lest he risk Sebek yelling at him. The concern made your chest swell with warmth and appreciation for the most irritating of your friends.

The time dragged on for far longer than usual for you. The fact that Rook wasn’t bothering you the whole class period made you more uneasy than it should have, but it made the hour easier to bear. The second the bell rang, you cursed as the potion released a puff of smoke.

Something had gone wrong with the final step.

If the look on Rook’s face was any indication, he didn’t know what had gone wrong either. Crewel approached the two of you with narrowed eyes, inspecting your potion thoroughly.

“You stirred it too hard.” he said, finally meeting your eyes, “You will be required to procure the materials you wasted and create the potion again.”

“Yes sir.” you grumbled, not too thrilled about having to spend more time with Rook.

“Of course.” Rook smiled, and you knew he was enjoying this.

When classes let out for the day, you dragged your feet to the botanical gardens. Your friends weren’t even laughing at your misfortune as they promised to wait for you at Ramshackle. They didn't listen to your reminder that they had a curfew, and that Riddle would surely have their heads if they broke it.

Oh well. Nothing you could do about your idiots.

Rook was already waiting in front of the botanical gardens by the time you got there. You made sure to match his smug smirk with an angry glare, entering the greenhouse without saying a single word.

“Come on, mon coeur! You hurt me so!” he cried out, dramatically throwing his arms open, “How are we supposed to work together if you won’t even talk to me?”

“I cannot tell you that I hate you enough.” you hissed, walking faster into the greenhouse, “Your mere presence makes me so uncomfortable and I hate how often you follow me around. You have no respect for boundaries and every time I see you I want to punch you. Anything to get you to leave me alone!”

“My pursuit of beauty has left you uncomfortable?” he questioned, tilting his head, “I wasn’t aware you harbored such disdain for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you gritted your teeth, shaking with rage, “You never leave me alone! I always tell you to go away and yet you think I enjoy having you around?”

“I simply thought you were an angry person.” he shrugged, seemingly unaffected by your outburst, “That is, until I saw how you acted around your friends. You were always so kind to them, so casual…I wanted that with you. I want to see every side of you.”

“You’re…you’re unbelievable. I can’t understand how Vil deals with you.” you shook your head.

“You should be flattered! It’s rare that someone catches my interest.” he offered, shaking his head from side to side.

“Well, I’m not. So stop it.” you stormed off, intent on finding the plants you needed as quickly as possible so you could leave. You’d need to talk to Crewel about this so you’d never have to partner up with Rook again. You’d never allow yourself to be in this position ever again.

Going through the mental list of plants, you tried your best to ignore the possibility that Rook was lurking around every corner. No matter how often he talked to you, you could never understand him or anything he did.

Snatching up the first plant on your list, you winced as its thorn pricked your palm. The pain only made you angrier as you ripped out the thorn and continued on your way. The rage bubbling inside you served to make you more productive, and before you knew it you had gathered all of the plants.

Now you were angry that Rook hadn’t done any of the work.

You sighed as you started your walk back to the front of the botanical gardens, slowly speeding up when you saw no sign of Rook. You needed to get out of here before you ran into him again and he ruined your afternoon even further.

“You’re done gathering, mon coeur?” Rook asked, popping out from behind a bush.

Speak of the devil.

“Yeah.” you refused to meet his eyes as he stalked closer, a bundle of plants in his arms.

“It seemed we gathered double what we needed!” he chuckled, following you out the door.

“Sure. Now get away from me.” you shuffled away from him, taking your phone out of your back pocket to text Ace and Deuce that you were on your way back.

Surprisingly, Rook didn’t push it. You paid him no mind as you walked back to the classroom, trying to move through the halls as fast as you could without running.

Rook tilted his head as you went, examining every move you made. You really were fascinating to him. He yearned to know more about you, but that knowledge was out of his reach. Perhaps he should listen to what you told him earlier if he truly wanted to see every side of you. Perhaps he had to give you space for a while, and form a new space for himself in your life.

Rook Hunt was nothing if not adaptable.

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The next morning, there was no Rook at your front door. You were immediately suspicious as to where he was, but a quick sweep of Ramshackle’s front lawn confirmed that he was nowhere near you. Brow furrowed, you slowly left with Grim, meeting Ace and Deuce on your way to first period.

Rook didn’t show up once until alchemy, where he made no weird comments about beauty. You made sure to stir the potion slowly and carefully, hoping another greenhouse trip was not in your future.

When Crewel gave the nod of approval, you nearly jumped for joy.

“Good job, Prefect.” Rook smiled as the two of you washed the beakers you’d used.

You shot him a weird look and said nothing.

Rook didn’t show up at your dorm the next day either, or the next. He started making small talk with you at alchemy, questions that were not at all invasive or weird. You asked him what had gotten into him multiple times, but he always just laughed. While you had no idea where the sudden change had come from, you definitely preferred this side of Rook Hunt to who he was before.

You weren’t stupid, though. You knew he was only acting like this to take you off guard.

One day, you opened the front door to a white rose on your doorstep. By then, you’d gotten relatively used to having Rook not show up and bother you. It’s not that you were beginning to like him or anything, far from it. You just didn’t hate him as much anymore.

The white rose was kept in a glass of water on your nightstand.

“Your calmer side is just as beautiful as your angry side.” he said one day, watching as you cut up an herb for the poison you were creating.

Instead of telling him to go away, you stuck your tongue out at him and ignored him.

That was progress.

To observe your beauty properly, Rook bided his time before making more friendly advances on you. He invited you to the Pomfiore dorm for a self care night. You asked if Vil and Epel would be there, and he said the entire dorm would be attending. The fact that you still didn’t like the idea of hanging out alone with him was discouraging, but he was persistent.

You spent most of the night talking with Vil and Epel, laughing and smiling as Epel struggled to open the container the face mask came in. Rook watched you like always, taking notice of how relaxed you seemed and comparing it to how you looked around him.

He determined that he was getting close to having you comfortable with him.

“Rook!” you called out, waving your arms in the air, “Are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here too? You look like a creep!”

“Prefect! Don’t yell!” Vil scolded, fussing over your mask like a mother would.

“Rook!” Epel screamed at the top of his lungs, for no particular reason other than wanting to yell.

“Epel!” Vil shushed him, shooting him a glare.

Rook laughed, getting up from his seat on the nearby couch and walking over to the three of you.

He’d get you to warm up to him sooner or later.

All for the pursuit of beauty.

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt fluff #nobody talks about the fact that this man is canonically a stalker #and thats really creepy.

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ksiondzkanexkiii · 4 months

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MOŻE NIE JESTEŚ ZŁĄ OSOBĄ | CENA JANA

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Chapter Twenty-Second

17 May 2021

Two days had passed since the fire. Two days since Ava and Eric had died and she had done nothing, while she lay in the hospital her only friend was silence optionally an annoying monitor beeping over her ear signalling how her heart was working, but she got used to that later too.

The doctors kept her in hospital overnight just to be safe, she was fine so they discharged her and the captain picked her up from hospital.

The silence in the car was awkward, nobody said anything.

Because they didn't know what to say

The captain didn't know how Jinx would react to her friends death, he wanted to see her reaction first and then comfort her. Otherwise it could end badly

Jinx herself didn't know how to feel, what she should think. What she should do was all making her feel lost and alone, as if she hadn't felt this way before, but now it had intensified. Scenes kept replaying in her head of her lips dancing with Eric's lips, it was so beautiful. And then she panicked and ran away, and when he found her, she herself didn't know how to feel or what to say to him

But he understood that

He gave her time

But that time was over

And she didn't have time to find out if he felt the same as she did, or if it was just a kiss to start an adventure for one night.

She ate poorly, her head so busy with thoughts that she didn't have time to eat or drink, not even enough time in the day to wash up. When they returned from the hospital the weather was not good for them, it rained terribly, making them both wet very quickly from that day onwards, as if the souls of Eric and Ava had not been given peace and were giving signs by the weather.

With that, Jinx found herself sitting on the windowsill and looking out of the window watching the race of droplets that trickled down the window and new raindrops arrived. The drops hit the ground and the window creating a peaceful melody

Jinx's thoughts wandered everywhere, as they had for the past few days. She could not find the peace

Which she wanted so much

At this moment

She may have lived on the streets for most of her life trauma was her friend, but she never had to face the death of friends. Of course she had to survive being left behind by Jack, but this was different

Deep down she felt empty as if a god had laughed at her and stolen a part of her.

Blue eyes gazed at the race of drops that ran down the window. She let the air out through her mouth, she didn't know why the fire had started or how long she had been unconscious, hell she didn't even know why Eric and Ava hadn't helped.

She could have helped them, but she was too weak, she lost consciousness too quickly.

And she was the last to lose consciousness

God hates her

The problem is that she doesn't believe in god.

Fuck

- Jinx? - The captain's voice rang out from behind the door, gently knocking on the wood of the door making his presence known. She didn't answer and he took her silence as an answer that she could come in, she heard the door open and the captain's head emerge from behind the door looking at her with a slight frown written across his brow. Looking down at the teenager, who was pressing her knees to her chest, she didn't even look at him

As if he didn't exist.

She tended to sit in her realm of thought, but this was different. She usually reacted to a knock and to him entering the room and now she didn't even look at him

- Kid? - he called out again, he didn't speak loudly rather he said his words quietly not wanting to startle her as long as she was listening - Can I come in? - he asked still sticking his head out of the door

- You already did - She replied without emotion, she did not even shed a tear when she was in the hospital or in the flat. Even in "her" room she did not shed a tear, she did not want to show weakness. Not for any reason. Even if, in her soul, she screamed and cried like a little child, her blue eyes broke away from the view outside the window to look into the captain's eyes - Don't come in. She wants to be alone - she answered calmly

This was strange for the captain, he understood that everyone goes through grief or trauma differently. But Jinx's behaviour puzzled him, he asked himself if the teenager shed a single tear. Does she live in the belief that showing weakness equals death - Not this time Jinx - he confessed quietly opening the door wider. In his hand he had a canvas, paints and brushes he wanted to do the same exercise that Kyle had once recommended to him

He was curious to see what she would paint now, but she wouldn't let him in. They returned to the flat and she immediately locked herself in her room - I don't feel like Price - she muttered quietly, her knees pressed tighter into her chest as she looked at him. She really didn't feel like doing anything.

- It wasn't a question Jinx - he replied dispassionately, entering the room. It was his flat he could do whatever he wanted even if the teenage girl didn't want it - Do the walker - he left the same set on her desk with which she had painted before only the canvas was new, when he looked at her he could see she didn't want to express her emotions but he was no fool he knew how the death of the Rodriguez siblings had affected her. She had closed herself off more, he feared if she would return to her old behaviour

Maybe she hadn't caused any trouble before, but now it could be different, and he didn't know what to expect - Just paint what you think about most often - he confessed, allowing himself to sit on her bed, it hadn't escaped him that on the bed was her rubbed journal with many drawings on two pages

Willingly without wanting to, he looked at what she had drawn. One of the largest drawings which took up almost a whole page was of an abandoned house, he didn't quite know where it was and what hidden meaning it had, but apparently it was important to her, the second drawing on the same page was

Eric

She drew Eric and the figure next to him, a practically unfamiliar figure was sitting on his lap and looked like he was kissing. This was something he hadn't expected, was Jinx jealous of Eric? Did she feel something for him?

- 'She doesn't want to,' she replied without much emotion again looking at the rain outside the window, she wasn't interested in anything else, her thoughts were one of the most interesting things in the world she could do.

Now

Immediately

Continuously

Until fucking death

- You don't have to do this now - He said and his tone dripped with concern, which surprised her. She had never expected someone to speak to her with such concern woven into their words and such a concerned look, it was so

Unreal

She turned her head with such speed that it was a wonder she didn't snap her neck. Come on her neck hurt. She looked at him as if he had said the stupidest thing in the world to her however she nodded. Slowly, uncertainly, not trusting his words. He didn't take his eyes off her, judging her every move and every muscle movement, but he had to watch closely to see how her shoulders stiffened.

He nodded slowly, closed her diary so she wouldn't think he was going to look in her notebook, which she was treating like a diary, although a little poorly guarded if she let him see what was inside. It is true that he could only see the open pages and did not look deeper, but he respected other people's privacy even if curiosity ate him alive

- do you want to tell me something? - he asked with the same concern that Jinx could already vomit.

- Yes - she replied - Get the fuck out of the room I want to be alone, I don't need your help and care - she replied dryly, even aggressively. As aggressively as she could muster, looking at him with murder painted in her eyes

- 'First of all, be more polite,' he said seriously, as his expression changed from concerned to cold and serious. He almost felt offended by her growl Jinx only rolled her eyes

- Please leave the room - she almost mocked him but said more politely as he asked. Come on he didn't like her answer he didn't press further, just like her he didn't have the strength to continue arguing about such petty things

- As you wish," he muttered as he got up from the bed, "But do as I asked you," he added as he headed towards the door, he glanced over his shoulder at her as his hand found its way to the door handle. He knew he had to help her through this mess, but as long as she wouldn't let him there wasn't much he could do

It is she who must first accept his help

Then she can act as she wishes

Her gaze rested on the window again however the raindrops were no longer as interesting, her thoughts raging like the waves of the sea in a storm. It was a lot for her... even too much as she shifted her gaze to the things the captain had left on the desk, she bit her lower lip slightly as her gaze shifted to the journal on the bed. Even though it was locked she remembered how she had drawn Eric's hiding place

It all happened quickly

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Dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head she jumped out of the window beforehand wrenching the bars off the window like she always did when she made an illegal trip. She landed smoothly and quietly on the fire escape stairs and looked around her. There was no one in the alley

A clear field for a free escape

Her legs instinctively began to run down the stairs towards the self-inflicted mission. Perhaps unnecessarily, but she felt it was the right thing to do even if it wasn't moral

Was anything

Did she know anything about morality?

Well... she was the last person who should be commenting on it

The backpack on her backpack was not pleasantly heavy, only the backpack, which was almost empty, was not weighing on her shoulders, but the weight of her idea was weighing on her shoulders. It was as if her guardian angel wanted to advise against what she had planned

But she had to do it

Approaching Eric's hideout, she stopped at the cars and drained the petrol from them. She didn't have the cash to buy a canister, if she bought one at a petrol station it would arouse suspicion. She had to manage in other ways

As always

It wasn't difficult she obtained the tube from the captain's flat and poured the petrol into water bottles, she knew it would come in handy one day to store the rubbish in her room. Perhaps also a bit out of laziness she didn't want to take the rubbish out of her room

But who would judge her?

The captain.

He always frowned when she didn't clean her room however her subconscious told her that every bottle, every piece of paper could one day be useful for something

And that day came

Turning off the fifth bottle full of flammable liquid, she hid it in her backpack. It was late and there was not a living soul on the streets, so she was calm and did not have to worry about being seen. Only occasionally someone would walk past her, but too drunk to notice what the teenager was doing

Throwing her backpack over her shoulders, she ran towards the abandoned house that Eric had appropriated by making it a hideout. The oxygen in her lungs was escaping from the demanding run, she may have been athletic and a frequent runner but the smoke that had lodged in her lungs during the fire still occasionally scratched her lungs

However, the doctors said this would be the case for the next few days or weeks, her lungs were hounded by the noxious gas.

The moon appeared in the sky making it dark everywhere only the streetlights defended against the darkness until she turned towards the tall grass disappearing behind it. It was a shortcut towards the hideout.

Eric had shown her this when he always escorted her to the captain's flat.

Running through the tall grass she actually ran blindly, not thinking much. She was simply focused on the mission she had set herself, she should have thought about whether it was the right thing to do, but she was too stubborn and determined to do it

However, when she saw the dilapidated house she doubted. Stopping in front of the stairs leading to the warrants, she swallowed hard the lump in her throat didn't allow her to breathe freely and swallow her saliva, she didn't want to think about speaking anymore. Gathering every ounce of courage she had she climbed each step to approach the door.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door which made a familiar creaking sound. Oh how she disliked the sound then now she hated it even more, she remembered Eric opening the door for her to enter first

A real fucking gentleman awoke in him

Every time

Every fucking time.

She hated it at the same time she felt even more warmly for this boy who was now gone. And he would never come back. And she would never tell him how she felt about him, whether she accepted his crush or not

Going deeper into the house she felt her muscles even begging her to back off and escape to a warm bed, her mind working at a hundred miles an hour also begging her to back off her self-appointed mission and think it all through in every way possible

But every part of her stubbornness told her she was doing the right thing. In the end, Eric would have wanted her to when she climbed the stairs and found herself in the room where Jinx and Eric were.

Jinx looked away as the memories surged into her brain, she let out a shuddering breath - Get a grip Jinx - she chastised herself, looking again into the centre of the room

She saw the drawings on the walls that Eric had painted, she saw that broken bed. And that fucking guitar, which lay just as they had left it last time

Leaning against the bed

The blanket, still spread out, waited for the two to come back and continue their kissing sessions and maybe even for them to do that first time.

Her first time

That first time when she would say yes.

Her legs moved her towards the broken bed to pick up her guitar. She sat comfortably on the bed and put the guitar on her leg, looking at the strings she didn't know how to play, even though Eric had taught her the basic notes and even one short piece, when she jerked mindlessly at the strings and the sound of the guitar drowned out the stillness of the deserted house she almost held her air

Which was already ragged and constantly held back

- 'Fuck,' muttered Jinx quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor and then looking around the walls. If Eric was here

- I'm so sorry," she whispered into the air knowing no one could hear her, "I'm so terribly sorry," her voice trembled threatening to make them burst out crying. She couldn't afford it

First rule

Do not show weakness

Clenching her jaw tightly almost crushing her teeth in the process, she got up from the bed, which creaked when it lost the girl's weight. She put her guitar on her back and threw her backpack on the floor hastily pulling out bottles of petrol. She didn't know if she'd have enough for five bottles, but the house was made of wood so even if she didn't have enough petrol the house would still burn through the flammable wood that would fuel the fire

Opening the first bottle the smell of petrol hit her nostrils almost immediately, holding her air slightly to avoid inhaling the smell of petrol which she liked, but not in this situation. She began pouring the petrol around her being careful not to douse herself or her backpack.

Her movements were quick but precise, using every drop of petrol she had and throwing the empty bottles behind her without thinking much. When she was sure that the whole house, or the vast majority of the house, was covered in flammable liquid, she put the rucksack back on, adjusting the guitar so that it did not interfere too much and did not dig into her back.

She still had some petrol left in the fifth bottle. She started pouring the liquid towards the exit. Perfectly enough

As she stood in front of that old white house again, memories almost flooded her brain as she laughed with Eric. She may not have spent much time in this place but she certainly knew she wanted to, pulling out the cigar she had stolen from the captain earlier she lit it, the buzz of the lighter disturbed the stillness of the night and the soft light from the end of the cigar testified that it had ignited the

The familiar smoke of nicotine almost immediately stank around her sticking to her clothes like a tick drawn to blood. Smoking quietly in front of the hiding places she felt nothing, as if Eric himself was whispering in her ear that she was doing the right thing.

Because maybe she was doing it, but she didn't know it

Maybe it wasn't the moral thing to do, but in her eyes it was the right thing to do. He had hidden this hideout from everyone for so many years, why should this place continue to exist now that he was no longer in this world? Since he had died then his hiding place would die, which hid every secret of his that she hadn't managed to find out and didn't want to when he was dead and hadn't told her

The ash fell on the damp grass and the smoke ignited her lungs almost reminded her of that feeling when she was in the Rodriguez house during the fires and suddenly lost consciousness. If she hadn't listened to Ava and gone to check it out maybe they would both be alive.

It was her fault. She should have listened to her gut feeling and checked the house, she didn't even know how the fire started, but if she had checked the house when she smelled the smoke. Surely the siblings would have been alive then.

Smoking a cigar did not bring her the solace she was looking for on the contrary it brought her new thoughts that she wanted to get rid of. She growled quietly under her breath - No point - she muttered under her breath as she let the smoke out through her nose after taking one last drag. She did not extinguish the cigar merely threw it in the wet trail she had made as she left the abandoned house

The flames would almost immediately burst out to occupy any part of the hideout that was covered in petrol. She watched everything burn, a smile gently adorning her face as she tucked her hands into her pockets and her eyes twinkled as she watched the flames dance inside the house, taking a few steps back to be able to see the rock of the fire and the smoke rising from the roof of the abandoned house

She almost felt proud that she had done it, she let out a calm breath closing her eyes - Have fun Eric - she muttered quietly - Someday I'll join you up there - she added after a while - I promise - she whispered promises looking at the night sky, the black smoke covered the stars, she would have to wait until morning to see the big black cloud that was hovering over the abandoned house

- Rest in peace - she bit her lip looking at those stars that were not covered by the smoke - Eric and Ava - she whispered their names almost feeling their hands stroking her shoulders almost as if they wanted to tell her that she had done the right thing

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She doesn't know how much time has passed since the hideout started to burn, but the roof had managed to half collapse and the boards that weren't covered in petrol had already taken on a fire that was burning them mercilessly. The moon was slowly disappearing behind the horizon and the dark smoke over the abandoned house was already visible against the background of the oranges that were rising with the incoming sun and the distant dark blue that was hiding with the moon.

People were only now waking up in their homes to start a new day, but not Jinx, she had stayed up all night just watching the burning building her hands which were frozen trying to find warmth in the pockets of her sweatshirt. It didn't help much

Those who had already woken up and noticed the dark cloud in the sky almost immediately called the fire brigade when their minds realised where the fire was. The fire brigade receiving the call dispatched units and the sirens could be heard even from the other end of the city, Jinx looking towards the city settled into the tall grass disappearing so the firemen wouldn't notice her.

She was no fool she knew that the firemen would know that someone had set fire to the building however she hoped they would think it was an unfortunate accident. Someone didn't put out their cigarette and an old building built of wood caught fire, sometimes she thought people were stupid so she hoped very much that this would be the case

Which was very possible

Because who would bother with an abandoned building?

She sprinted towards the fire stairs by Price's flat, the guitar on her back and her backpack slowing her down a bit, but she could still run fast. When she turned into an alley she knew like the back of her hand, she lowered the fire ladder as quietly as she could while still running as fast as she could. She had to get away from the fire brigade and she had to get there before the captain woke up, and she had five minutes to do it.

She climbed the stairs almost jumping up every other step. And when she was at window level she swooped in like a bird that couldn't see the window and dumbfounded from it, panting heavily she threw her guitar off her back and hid it under the bed and dropped her backpack somewhere on the ground of her room. Too unconcerned about where it landed

Her movements were swift as she grabbed a screwdriver and began to screw down the bars, pretending that nothing had happened during the night. When she heard footsteps in the captain's bedroom and the last screws were screwed in she threw herself on the bed covering herself with the duvet and pretending to sleep. She heard the captain shuffling around the house and when she realised she was going to pretend to sleep in her sweatshirt

She was dumbfounded

She quickly pulled off her sweatshirt and threw it into the corner of the room, lay down again and her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour almost coming up her throat causing her to feel a wave of nausea. However, the captain suspected nothing and did not enter her room. Unintentionally Jinx smiled triumphantly even from the window of her room she could see the great black cloud of smoke that covered the orange and yellow of the morning sky.

Her mission had gone successfully

She thought it would be difficult however everything went according to plan. At least for the time being, as she did not know if the fire brigade would be inquisitive and she wondered how the abandoned building started to burn, however, when she thought about it more deeply she knew that she had played it right, because she had left a cigar there, which could indicate that someone had not smoked a cigarette and the wooden house had caught fire. There were a lot of homeless people there all the more homeless cigarette smokers so the fire brigade should not be inquisitive

Otherwise known as

An unfortunate accident

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championleonsslut · 7 months

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How about sweet and tender "Thank God You're Alive" comfort sex with Leon? Like, during the Darkest Day, Y/N got attacked by Eternatus trying to help Leon/save Hop and almost died (Leon actually got told by the doctors she was going to die) but survived. Now that they're home and together again, Leon absolutely needs to make love to her to not only show that he loves her but to know that she is THERE, alive and well, with him. And he cries. So much ;w; Pretty please? I'll make you your favorite pastry!

I’ve seen this ask on a few other blogs and would LOVE to try my hand at it (also sorry to disappoint you but I don’t eat sugar or sweet treats… I do love savory foods though 👀)

Sweet and tender nsfw, almost death, angst, marriage proposal

“Squeal as loud as you can, Love.”

Eternatus was horrifying.

It was massive, and loud, and more powerful than any Pokemon you’d ever seen.

Leon had told you not to follow him to take it on, but you didn’t listen. You needed to help him, so you raced after him.

He had already weakened it with Aegislash, Dragapult, and now Charizard… But it wasn’t enough. He told you to get somewhere safe, because he was terrified of losing you. The girl he had a ring box stored away in his closet for with a beautiful band inside.

But Eternatus had other ideas, it blasted you instead, despite Charizard’s attempts to cover you. You were flung across the top of Hammerlocke Stadium, and smashed your head right into the wall.

Leon had never seen so much blood, let alone how weakly you were breathing. Hop and Gloria were able to come in to help with Zacian and Zazamenta, so he could rush you to the hospital.

You were knocked out beyond belief, and stayed that way for many days. Leon hardly left your side. He barely ate, or slept. Just sat beside you and waited for you to wake up.

Oh how badly he wanted to propose after the match was over… But now you might be dead for all he knows. It could be all over.

But then.

Then you woke up.

Leon was overjoyed, and while being excited still tried to be as gentle with you as possible. You were able to go back to your shared apartment a few days later.

You had your arms wrapped around one another.

Leon was snuggled into your neck, “I missed you.”

You smiled, “I know. I missed you too… You big dork.”

He snorted, and left a soft kiss on your neck.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” You felt him smirk against your neck.

“Horny already?”

Leon groaned at your response.

You pulled back from him, and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“Make love to me, Leon.”

He chuckled and scooped you up.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of movement. Leon gently lead you to the bedroom, locking the door just in case. The next thing you knew, you were on the bed with him on top of you, smothering your neck, and lips in kisses.

His tongue wove its way into your mouth as he gently began removing your clothes, and you fiddled with his belt.

You could already feel his dick straining his pants, and were quite excited to have him inside you again. But first you’d have to wait, as once you were undressed, Leon first stretched you out with his fingers as he left hickies all over your neck and shoulders.

He started with one, then it was two, then it was three. You were already dripping wet, and his lips all over your body only made you more sensitive. Your moans were soft and breathy, as Leon gently yet firmly tried to prepare you for him.

“Leon…” You mumbled, as he stroked against that sensitive spot inside you.

“I know, I know. You want the main event already… Are you sure, darling?” He smiled down at you.

You rapidly nodded, and he chuckled as he licked your juices off his fingers, and began getting rid of his boxers.

Leon gently and tenderly slid inside you, and his thrusts were calculated and slow. The room was filled with moans, groans, cries and whimpers for the other as you kissed one another.

Leon gazed down at you as he bottomed out inside you again.

“Fuck… Babe, I need you to marry me.”

You let out a soft moan and blinked up at him.

“Leon… Are you, mmfph… Are you proposing? With your dick inside me?”

He nodded, “Uh-huh. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

You chuckled, and brought him down for another kiss as your cunt clenched around him.

“Yes.”

He grinned down at you, and as a thank-you, you got to cum a total of eleven times that night. What can I say? Leon’s good with his tongue.

#champion leon #pokemon leon #trainer leon #pokemon #request #anon ask #champion leon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #champion leon headcannons #pokemon leon headcannons

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ana-mp3 · 5 months

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INTRO <3 | TW: ED mentions

DISCLAIMERS:

This blog is meant to serve as an online diary and a place where I can talk about my struggles (ED, depression, ADHD, etc.). If you do not like what I post please BLOCK, DON'T REPORT.

I am NOT promoting EDs or any mental health issues I talk about.

I am very pro-recovery

ABOUT ME:

Hello! My name is Lilian, but I go by Lili. I'm queer (I really don't know TT. I'm either bi or a lesbian). I am a minor (6teen). I used to be @Lazyana (but got termed :/). I'm not sure what else to talk about.. so here are some of my interests :D. I LOVE music! I love listening to music, playing instruments, and singing! (Although I am terrible). I can play the flute, and I'm learning the piano and guitar :D (All incredibly half-assed I should mention). Along with music, I quite enjoy Philosophy/Ethics, Psychology, Geography, Vexillology, and Etymology! (Typing this out I just now realize how boring I am).

ABOUT MY ED:

(Be advised, this is very ramble-y and typed at 03:30)

I have atypical @nørexia (Which diagnostically isn't that different from regular @nør3xia). It's all the same criteria, just not being underweight. I've never received any type of treatment/medical attention for my ED. I've had an on-and-off ED for a few years now, but it got serious this year. I've always been insecure about my body, ever since elementary school. I have always been taller and a bit bigger than all my friends (It didn't help that they were/are all just naturally very skinny and short) and so I've found my ED journey(?) extremely lonely and isolating. An ED in itself is already a deeply lonesome experience, but with the addition of all your friends (ever) being the standard you so desperately wish you were just throws in new emotions. Sadness, anger, jealousy, guilt, shame, and knowing that they would never (truly) understand what you're going through. (I'm not saying that skinny people can't have ED's. I'm saying that they wouldn't understand what it's like to be bigger with an ED). I haven't told anyone about my ED for a few reasons. 1) I don't want to be a burden that they have to watch over. I don't want them to be worried about me constantly (I also don't want to feel pressured to eat). 2) I am not at the results I want yet. I've always had a thought in the back of my mind, "You can eat/get better/get help/etc., once you're skinny" and surprise surprise, I'm not there yet. 3) I just know they wouldn't/couldn't understand. They all are skinny/short/really pretty, blessed with fast metabolisms. How could they understand that I have to ⭐ve myself to get skinner. How could they understand that I hate how I look so badly, that I need to punish myself for it. How could they possibly understand my obsessively toxic mindset, where I'm acutely aware of everything I've ate and the calories I've consumed (I can't forget what I've ate until I log it). 4) They'd never look at me the same. Sure, they wouldn't judge me for it, but I'd always have that target stuck on my back forever. I'd always be 'the girl with the ED'. 5) This is one of my most vulnerable secrets I'm keeping. I can barely communicate with my friends about significantly less intense mental health issues, let alone a god damn ED.

STATS:

SW: 178lbs/80kg

CW: 160.6lbs/73kg

GW1: 154lbs/70kg

GW1: 147lbs/67kg

GW2: 140lbs/63kg

GW3: 132lbs/60kg

GW3: 127lbs/58kg

UGW: 110lbs/50kg

height: 5'8/173cm

That has been that <3. (Again please don't report, It really doesn't help in any way :( please just block me)

#tw ed sheeran #@nor3×14 #tw ana bløg #ana0rex1a #tw ed but not sheeran #ed relapse #ed dairy #ed rant #4n4rexia #4n4blr #4n4m1a #tw 3d vent #i just want to be thin #i wanna lose weight #i need to lose so much weight #i wanna be tiny

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being-addie · 1 year

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How to bounce back after vacation

I just came back from a long holiday trip right now, and it's been pretty easy falling off the wagon while vacationing, I'm not gonna lie. Our first stop was extremely hot and humid and I don't do well in those conditions so I was blowing through bottles of soda and bowls of ice cream. During the road trip we took I snacked constantly. Then we went to a spot that was below freezing. I didn't take care of my hair at all so it's frizzy and dry. You can imagine how badly sticking to a routine went.

It's challenging to stay disciplined while holidaying, so I cut myself some slack. Four flights and 17 hours of driving combined in a week? Of course I wasn't going to be able to follow my routine. But now that I'm back, I've been actively working to get back on track ASAP.

Here's how to recover from a long trip and get back into the flow as efficiently as possible.

Recover: Keep a few days to just relax at home. You'll probably think it's counter-productive, but recovering from a late-night flight or a 10-hour road trip is vital if you want to do anything with full productivity. I usually take 1 day to recover, but I recommend limiting them to 2 days maximum (otherwise you're going to feel lazier)

Try to ease into it: Do not jump into your routine. Your body will not be used to a 3-hour study session or 10 kg dumbells after it's not kept up. Be gentle with yourself. Do a 1-hour study session, instead of 3. Go for a walk, rather than an intense HIIT workout.

Eat properly: If you haven't had any good, healthy food during your trip, eat some goddamn veggies. Your body will be happy. Although I ate light, like soup and chicken during my trip, eating normal, home-cooked food worked wonders for me

Nap: Catch up on sleep. Unfortunately, I drank a large coffee before my 9pm flight back home, so I got zero shuteye. I've been napping in the afternoons to get back to normal.

Clean: Unpacking always makes a huge mess, and my room can testify to that. Make sure during the process, you don't mess up the rest of your (already clean) room. Wash your clothes, and rearrange your skincare products back where they belong.

Prep: Since my classes are starting next week, I've been restocking my supplies, filling my sketchbook, and completing any extra college assignments due. Staying prepared will help you manage time better when work or school starts again. Complete any time-consuming work, like meal prep, or laundry.

Pamper yourself: Traveling doesn't suit everyone, so yesterday, I took out time to have my Everything Shower, I put on music and read while I treated my body to some much-needed TLC. My hair looks much better.

Feeling frazzled after holiday isn't unusual. We're expected to come back to work with 100% productivity. If you're not able to do that immediately, don't beat yourself up about it. Take it easy, and you'll be back in your routine after no time. xoxo

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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Monster Trio Reacting to an Aphrodisiac (NSFW AF)

Luffy’s Aftercare

Sanji’s Aftercare: It’s a More Fluffy and Sad Continuation of This

Zoro’s Aftercare

Black Fem Reader in Mind

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Bad Summary: “Aphrodisiac: a food, drink, or drug that stimulates sexual desire.” What happens to y/n when our lovely boy trio encounters it?

CW: Bath sex with Luffy, Bedroom sex with Sanji, and Wall Sex with Zoro. Safety words are mentioned, but not used, reader get overstimulated to the point of tears, just a whole alotta horiness and no aftercare —pfft.

Luffy

He’d end up being very giggly, loud, and very less self aware than he already was.

Way more blunt and touchy than usual ofc

You and him never figured out why he was so horny

He’d be so flustered, which is a rare sight but he tries to play it off so badly

The aphrodisiac he consumed was of course: a food.

It happened when you and him went shopping for a few snacks on a quick island stop

You ended up getting Luffy some snacks to hold him, but by the time you were half way done shopping he was already done eating

You didn’t want to give him any of your snacks and seeing Luffy had a little bit of money you made him buy his own last bit of food, you both quickly headed to a vendor and there it was: a fruit!

Luffy really wanted meat but the fruit was all he could afford so he bought it and in one fell swoop ate it whole. The vendor was terrified.

“What?” Luffy muffled with his mouth stuffed before swallowing.

“Dear, are you this man’s wife?” The vendor asked tapping your shoulder.

You couldn’t even let out a “Huh” before Luffy was carrying you and your bags to another vendor. You got all that you needed and had some spare change so you, being the hood girlfriend you are, bought him what he wanted and headed back to the shop with everyone.

“Ow.” You plainly said rubbing your chest seeing as he face planted right into you and fell. You grabbed his hand, but nearly grimaced at the sticky and sweaty hot feel of his hand. “Lu—?”

“Oh…well I needed to talk to Robin about something and then I—-“

“CAN WE HANG OUT IN YOUR ROOM?!”

“He’s in a funny mood.” Robin giggled.

“Oh yeah…” you slowly sat down looking back at the door he entered confused. What’s up with him? “A-anyways I wanted to continue asking you about—“

“GET OUT!” Sanji’s voice boomed through the door kicking Luffy out in the process. He had his cheeks stuffed, beginning to whine, he usually does this every other day , so you paid it no mind.

“Y/n…” He whispered, he was super sweaty and got it all on you when he laid his body on top of yours which his head now in your breast.

“Y-yeah, but I have to k-know if— fuck…”

“Luffy i..i um..are you Sick?” He stopped his grinding to shake his head no at you still smothered in your breast.

You take him inside and insist he lay on the couch, he finally pulls himself off of you giggling, placing his hat on his lap.

When Chopper comes in he examines the flustered captain, you assumed it was probably something he ate, but Chopper doesn’t find anything wrong though.

“When did you start feeling this way, Luffy?” Chopper asked.

“Like…uhhh…i think…i think a few minutes after we left that food place, y/n!”

“What did you eat?”

“It was Like this pink weird fruit, it was REALLY sweet! Kinda tasted like chocolate!”

You then suddenly started to remember the old man’s warning to you from earlier today,

“I bid you good luck tonight.”

“Okay.” He laughs. “You gatta take one with me w though .”

You didn’t mind, you’ve both taken baths together before so you easily agreed.

That was your first mistake.

You both got in the bathroom and as you bent over to turn on the tub he locked the door behind you and completely stripped.

“O-oh!” You were shocked at how close Luffy was behind you and the fact that he was naked, standing tall and still giggling.

“Common get naked!” He didn’t give you time to respond he just began to pull off your dress and underwear mumbling something incoherent in the process.

That was your second mistake.

“Y/N…” he practically moaned into you, but ended it with a laugh. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me, Lu..”

“Y-yes. You can.” You didn’t catch yourself bucking into Luffy’s hand, but he did subtly biting his lip at your eagerness.

It wasn’t long until after a few thrust upwards he came, his grip on your butt was so tight the entire time you began to bite on his shoulder making that the possible reason he came so fast.

He just snickered, “‘M ganna keep going okay?”

You could hear his smile from behind, you also didn’t cum yet so you had no objection to it, you nod frantically so he can just give you some friction.

“Y/N…” Luffy’s voice was almost like he was singing , “you’re dirty down there…lemme clean it up.”

Once he was released from your thighs he pulled off of your clit with a smack and stroked himself on you.

Zoro

He’d be more silently irritated actually

He’d keep you beside him making sure his hands are always touching you some way

Very needy and bratty

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drink

His stupid lost ass should have known he didn’t know where he was going

You both were supposed to go on a date today and he wanted to take you to an area he found a few days ago when y’all first docked but he of course couldn’t remember

You packed nothing to drink and have been wandering around a forest for what felt like forever.

You both found a small abandoned home by a lake to take a quick rest and thats when Zoro found some alcohol on the table inside

“You shouldn’t drink that. Who knows who or what has been on there.” You cringed seeing him already put the full bottle to his lips. He shrugged at you, “I’m thirsty, woman.”

“Then go drink some of the water in that lake! I checked it it’s clean!”

“Tch.” He ignored you like he always does and downs almost half the bottle in one swig. “Sure you don’t want any? It’s sweet how you like it.”

“No you ass. One of us has to be sober in case an enemy comes to kick your ass for drinking their stuff.”

“Very funny.” Zoro rolled his eyes downing back the drink again. “Weird after taste though.”

You decided to look around the house. It was relatively clean , but some dusty areas but it was nice to relax for a moment. It was rare you both had these moments like this together so you actually wanted to stay for the evening. You assumed you wasn’t too far from the boat considering the trees looked familiar form when you first arrived so you sat on the couch to unwind.

It was quiet for a moment, so quiet you actually felt yourself dozing off. Zoro watched you shift to your back and noticed the two piece you were wearing was lifting a bit exposing the black lace panties you wore. Also instantly Zoro’s cock twitched at the sight which nearly scared the shit out of him because he usually wasn’t the type to get aroused so easily.

He shook his head feeling a bit lightheaded so he put the bottle down and walked out to the lake to throw some water on his face. He sighs as he walks back to the livingroom you were napping in and seen you already slumped over with one leg off the couch. He chuckles at you until he gazed at your legs. They looked so smooth, so soft, so plump and the colors really complimented you skin as the sun began to hit over your body.

Zoro slowly approached you making sure you were really sleep before he lifted up your skirt to get a pretty view of your ass. He leaned over closer with his big hand nearly threatening to grab a hold of your butt, but you stirred in your sleep. He shook his head again groaning and mentally cursing himself for acting like a pervert. He had no idea what’s gotten into him but he decided to just take a nap with you so he moved your legs on top of his lap and exhaled. But shutting his eyes didn’t work he couldn’t go to sleep.

So he decided that it was going to be your problem too and shake you awake.

“I’m hungry.” Zoro deadpanned looking over at you. “Got any food?”

“I—you jackass I don’t have any—“

“Then let me eat your pussy.”

“…what.”

“You heard me.”

Zoro was already forthcoming enough so hearing this was something you expected from him, but it still felt different. His words were confident, but his face was flustered and beads of sweat trickled down his face. You rolled on your back completely and obliged.

He chuckled getting up, and dragging your legs off the couch to then hike your skirt up completely. “Relax.” Was all you heard before he threw your leg on his shoulder and pushed your panties to the side and lapped you up.

“Z-zo..!” You breathed out feeling his thick finger enter your whole as he kissed and nibbled on your clit. Eventually he started to add 2 more fingers finger fucking you and using his other hand to rip open your top and bra in one motion with the sounds of your buttons hitting the hard wood floor, and seeing your breast fly out. “H-hey!”

“Shut up.” He stood back up and motioned his hand for you to stand, Zoro pulled off his pants and boxers freeing his cock and you started to suck on your bottom lip seeing it bounce free a little. “Suck my cock while I tongue fuck you.”

“Z-Zoro!” You blushed at his vulgar wording but he didn’t care he just laid back on the couch and pulled your arm. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that…”

“Don’t Act all innocent Like you don’t like it.” He scoffed. “Let me.. fuck you..with my mouth.”

It was almost as if he seen you clench from the inside because he smirked, “see. You love it. Now sit.”

You rid of the the rest of you bottoms feeling his hungry gaze on you and positioned yourself on him and got to work with your mouth. You and Zoro only 69 once and you didn’t really like it but right now from the moans and groans Zoro is doing inside you made you reconsider that thought.

“Mmmmm Zoro…!” You moaned on his cock while your hand also stroked what couldn’t fit inside feeling him twitch inside you.

He began to buck into your mouth as you grind on his face reach both of your highs sooner than you thought.

“Shit!” He pulled off of your clit with a pop, you slowly moved off of him shaking a little from your orgasm when he turned you around and picked you up to slam you on the nearest wall.

“M-maybe…there was something in that drink.” He let out an airy chuckle looking up at you. You immediately rolled your eyes at him knowing you were right and sighed. “But looks it’s just us…so…why not help me out?…don’t worry I’ll carry you back when we’re done.” He winked.

This asshole

“Fuck me then.” Was all he needed to tap his dock on your clit making you both moan out and tongue kiss as he slid inside you.

Zoro was Never gentle with his way of having sex with you so you knew this time with him being fixated from the special drink will probably be worse, but you can handle it.

“Fuck! Yes! Good—fucking girl taking my cock so well!” He huffed in your ear holding you up by your thighs. Your fingers were digging in his back moaning out his name like that was the only word you knew in your pretty little head.

You started to hear a banging noise beside your ear until you looked over to see a picture frame clashing against the wall sliding off the nail it was being supported on. Zoro peeped this and picked up the pace fucking up into you until the frame fell and broke.

“Zoro!”

“It wasnt a Family picture why you—Ah—worried about it!? Focus on My cock.” He pulled back a bit and started to change his fast shallow thrust to deep hard ones making your gape your mouth open. “Just like that…”

You grabbed his neck to shove your tounge down his throat and in turn made you taste the tiny remnant of the alcohol on his mouth making you hum inside.

“I’m—close!” He groaned moving to your neck to suck on it knowing that was your weak spot wanting to cum faster with him.

“Yes Zoro!” You started to feel yourself get overstimulated with pleasure as he started to slowly move himself in and out of you not giving you a breather in between orgasms.

“I’m not …done..” Zoro nearly growled un your ear, he moved you to face the wall, slapping your wet ass in the process. “Let’s try something different since we’re here.”

You felt his thumb spread your bottom open and your eyes widened a bit as his tip rubbed at your other hole. “W-wait! I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

“Fine…” Zoro kneeled behind you and pulled your hips out further to spread you open more. “I’ll prep you.”

You felt his tongue glide from the bottom of your clit to the top of your ass as he swirled his tongue as your tight whole, you felt kinda dirty on how much you caught yourself enjoying Zoro licking inside you. It was a new kind of pleasure and one you wasn’t sure if you could handle.

“Baby…” you cried against the wall, “okay! That’s—enough—ah!” He finally started to give your clit attention by rubbing it back and fourth very vigorously making your knees shake.

“Cum.” Was his only command with his face still shoved in your backside (I really didn’t wanna say butthole but that’s where he is rn).

You felt another orgasm arise from your belly and moaned out blabbering his name with a trickle of spit coming down your mouth.

“See.” He gave your butt a slap. “Felt good huh?”

Zoro tried. He really did. He wanted to go slow entering your ass but you looked too tempting and his state of mind was not where it needed to be he just wanted to see you cry out.

He pushed himself in your tight hole and you’ve never felt this stretched before. It was painful, but it felt way too good for you both. You could barely clench around him without you both morning above a scream.

“Move Zoro please i need it!”

Usually he’d make you beg a little more but he needed this release too so he grabbed your thick hair and fucked you into the wall.

He was grunting, and you were screaming out not worried who could be out hiking or exploring, but even if someone did see you both you couldn’t see them with your eyes filled with tears.

“So..tight! So—-ah! Good!” Zoro growled a little in his words. His voice was strained trying to hold out from cumming but you just kept squeezing. “Cuming!”

Feeling him spill inside your ass was a new level of pleasure, it was almost as if you could cum from that pressure alone. Zoro hung over you with one arm holding your waist and the other holding him up on the wall breathing heavily.

“Turn…around.” He let you face him leaning on the wall. He put your thigh around his waist moving his dick back in your cunt making you jump.(honestly I wouldn’t really advise going back inside your vagina after anal sex but bare with me) His neck was on your throat as he hungrily kissed you. He felt like it was needed for his good girl holding out for so long. But he didn’t feel finished. However he had a little bit more self control now that the drink was beginning to ware off a bit and gave you a quick breather while kissing you so passionately. He now held your arms above your head and rubbed soft circles on your sensitive slit making you squirm. “Wanna go again?”

“Yes…please…”

Zoro laughed with you giving you a little more open mouth kisses but this time he slowed the pace making your feel all of what he had to give.

“So good.” He moaned in your mouth thrusting into you at a more reasonable pace.“‘M ganna bring back some of that drink with us to the Sunny..”

“Oh….Kay..” you moaned feeling his cock drag into your gummy walls so sweetly as your back kept hitting the wall. He knew realistically you would have said no so he gave an airy laugh again at your incoherent response, still being inside you he took you back to the couch to finish with a bit more of a slower pace and not letting go of your lips.

It was a memorable date to say the least.

Sanji

Man..can you imagine if he ate an aphrodisiac?

Cums very easily untouched

Absolutely needy and surprisingly selfish

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drug.

You poor poor woman….

Do you know …the damage you have gotten yourself into….

This man probably has a natural aphrodisiac running through his blood stream

It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless joke on your boyfriend

However you ended up in tears rather than laugher.

You wanted to see how he’d react to one thinking he’d probably be immune because he already had to much lust in him how stupid you were to think that.

You bought some special cigarettes for him, but they were laced and of course you didn’t want to give him anything like that without him knowing DO NOT DRUG PEOPLE W/O CONSENT THATS WRONG

You suggested he try it, but he was hesitant.

“I don’t think me having an aphrodisiac would be a good idea, sweetheart.”

You really wanted him to try, but you didn’t push him. So a few days went by and eventually Sanji did lose his pack of cigarettes. How plot convenient

He usually has more in his room, but he couldn’t leave the kitchen and you were too busy with Ussop to grab another one for you.

So he asked Luffy.

And of course he ends up grabbing the wrong pack. The pack that he didn’t want to throw out because you bought it for him.

Without thought he took one long hit and exhaled, but he immediately knew and immediately fucked up.

“…oh shit.”

Sanji quickly threw out the cigarette grabbing the box from his coat to read the package and there was a cute little red warning saying “Please use with caution and do not finish the entire cigarette: Does contain (idk some drug with a lot of aphrodisiac init)” He slapped his head wanting to actually slap Luffy, but it wasn’t his fault Sanji just forgot about it, sighing in annoyance he finished up dinner and headed quickly to the shower, hopefully that was something that could reduce any side effects.

But it was too late he was already growing hard before he even hit the bathroom. “Fuck!”

He began to loosen his tie, he felt hotter by the second, running to ramble for his regular cigarettes in panic to get his mind at ease. Sanji locked himself in his room hopefully his hand could fix the issue he has been having instead of coming to you.

“Where’s Sanji?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to eat I’m starving.”

“I’ll go look for him.”

You decided to head straight to his room, but it was locked? Usually it’s only locked if he’s in there with you, but clearly you weren’t so you knocked on the door.

“Sanji…” you moved closer to the door so he could hear you from the other side, “Babe, everybody is eating already, wanna come down for dinner?”

“Sanji?”

“I’m—it’s okay I’m busy! Go eat, my love—ah!”

You could have sworn you just heard Sanji moaning.

Was he cheating on you?

“No, dumbass it’s just us on the ship who the hell would he be with in there? “

“Sanji can you open the door pleasee…”

It was silence for a few seconds until you heard the weight of his bed creak and his heavy footsteps approach. He creaked opened the door only showing half of his sweaty pink face.

“H-hey, my love…ne-need anything?”

“Yeah. You.” You pushed yourself in already low on patience because you wanted to know why Sanji being so weird and that was until you seen your panties, some magazines, and a wet spot all on his bed.

You turned to him to see his pants unbuckled and being held for dear life by his hand. Sanji was pink not only on his face, but his body since he was shirtless too. He gave you a crooked smile, and his eyes were dilated, almost has if he were having some kind of trip.

“Baby…” You smiled approaching him cautiously, he looked like he just got caught stealing or something, but you found it cute. “If you needed release I told you you can come to me. Quickie or whatever I—“

“No! No I don’t want a quickie I…” Sanji had to clear his throat. His voice kept cracking and so he moved to his drawer to hand you the now opened special cigarettes walking past you so he can drink a cup of water he had by his night stand. And then it clicked.

“Oh…but why did yo—” you whispered, you looked back up to feel the heat from Sanji radiating off him from behind you. It was like you could feel the bloodlust he had come off of his body. Nearly scared you because you never seen him like this.

“I…I need…you.” He reached out to touch your exposed tummy and hissed as if you were hot yourself, you looked so much more attractive to him right now. All you were wearing was a skirt and a top, but he thought you were practically naked. His eyes were not the usual pretty pink hearts, but they were dark and shaky. You put your hand on his cheek nearly retracting back because he was so hot it burned. He grabbed your hand and began kissing it, but the kissing eventually turned into him sucking on each finger.

“I…need you.” His voice was so raspy and shaky you actually started to feel bad more than horny for even giving him the cigarettes. He pulled your ring and middle finger out of his mouth to hold you into a tight embrace with his clamy hands running under your clothing.

“Sanji…”

“Please…let me fuck you.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Sanji never enjoyed using profanity around you too much, but his mind wasn’t in the right place. He didn’t care he needed to be on and inside you—dick, fingers, mouth he don’t care he needed to scratch the itch.

“Okay Sanji.” You wiggled yourself out of your skirt making him loop his thumbs down your panty line and pull them down slowly “Fuck me.”

“Color?” He whispered heavily in your ear before giving it a soft kiss. As much as he wanted to rip your clothes off and just fuck you into the wall he had to go slow with his actions until he gotten your entire yes on this, because he knew once he started he wasn’t going to stop.

“Blue.” In one swift motion he picked you up and placed you on his bed to get rid of any lingering clothing. He craved to see all of you.He wanted to mark every ich of your body. Your breast looked more supple, your tummy looked more soft and your cunt…

“So pretty…so…fuck—.” His thumbs glided on the sides of your labia making you arch a bit. He sat back up off the edge of the bed to rid of his bottoms, his cock sprang up, it was blushed and already glistening from the few times he already came on his own. His veins looked more prominent, making you blush at the sight. “Your pussy is so sexy, Baby…”

“Sanji!” You covered your face at his dirty words, but felt embarrassed seeing as he used his thumbs again to open you open seeing you clench around nothing.

“Not wet enough.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. He kneeled in front of the bed grabbing your hips to pull you onto his mouth with full force. You tend to forget how strong he really is.

You let out a pathetic moan feeling him manhandle you and prepare yourself to grip the sheets beside you. “Ganna let me eat this pretty pussy right, love?” It was almost like he was teasing you as he rubbed his two fingers up and down your slit . All you could see was his eyes, but you couldn’t stare for too long because it nearly scared you. This wasn’t the same Sanji you usually make love with—- he was something else more lustful.

“Y-yes! Please…ah!” He pressed him arms down on your hips making sure you won’t move and immediately started to suck your clit. You’d look up and glance at him but the sight was too unbareable, the top of his head moving all around between your thighs made you squeeze on his tongue a bit. Sanji felt like he wasn’t getting enough access into you so he stood up.

“Here.” He exhaled sucking his bottom lip tasting more of your arousal, “Just ganna open you up a bit more, beautiful—-there you go…look at you…”

Your thighs were pressed against your tits and your entire pussy was on display for him. He nearly drooled at the sight before diving his head back onto you, “Sanji…!”

Somehow you could hear the wet suckling noises from his mouth on your cunt more clearer and it drove you absolutely crazy, you kept holding your breath to reduce from cuming too soon, but you didn’t know that that actually works the opposite way.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Right there ah!” You sounded like a broken record, but you didn’t care. Your voice started to crack feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave , your nails dug into your skin holding your legs up for him when you began to twitch uncontrollably when his tongue slid up and down from the bottom of your ass to your clit.

If you were to see how Sanji looked eating your pussy he’d look so desperate. He let you ride against his tongue before he exchanged it for his two fingers to rub circle on your clit. He watched as your pussy kept convulsing on him and hearing your whinny pants.

“‘M sorry, but I need more!”

You didn’t even hear him all you did was feel his mouth right back on your slit with his tongue sliding in fucking your hole. His hands spread your cheeks to just get better access to suck inside you. You could have sworn you seen stars when you opened your eyes.

You managed to cum once again, this time leaving your whole body shaky as he let you drop your legs down, but Sanji didn’t care right now. He didn’t want take a breather, he wanted you, so he pushed your limp body up the bed to make room for him to climb on top of you, your eyes were still rolled back and you didn’t even notice your self grinding your hips trying to find more friction somewhere.

“‘M ganna fuck you so well, Princess, okay?” You felt his breath on your mouth ready for him to kiss you and he gave you just that, with one hand grabbing your thighs to wrap around him to adjust himself, before pulling away from you with a spit line connecting you both. He swirled his cock inside you hearing the gooey wet noises of your arousal and he bit his lips tightly before pushing himself inside. Somehow you felt tighter and even more amazing than he last remembered. You felt so soft, that there wasn’t a piece of your body that he wasn’t touching while dragging himself in and out of you. The slow pace didn’t last long as he needed more.

“NEEDD!…MORE..PLEASE!” With each word came a stronger and faster thrust making you subconsciously pull away from the feeling of him, but he noticed this and Sanji grabbed your hips with one hand and placed his other on your tummy and pushed down. “No! …you Gatta feel all of me! Please!”

Both of you filled the rooms with whines, moans, and groans on top of the wet slapping noises against each other. It wasn’t long until your felt your orgasm approaching so closely;

“San—Sanji im—-YES YES IM—I’m CUMMING SAN—“ your back arched as you threw your arms back grabbing his pillow and biting it to try to conceal SOME moans.

“N-no!” He grabbed the pillow and threw it across the bedroom floor. “I! Needa!! Fuck— hear you! Please!” His voice was cracking with each thrust and making you ride out your orgasm onto another one.

You felt numb in the brain. Your eyes were squinted seeing how red Sanji was sweating and breathing over you. He looked so attractive, but th thought of being any more turned on started to feel a bit painful.

“S—!” He spilled inside you coming in close to leave open mouth kisses on your breast up to your mouth. He stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. Sanji felt on fire, tears started to form in his eyes huffing and puffing on your neck not letting go of your hips, his hair was so wet and sticking to you and his face he could barely see or think.

“M-more..” He rose up to glide his hands over your completely wet body mixed with sweat and his and your fluids. “Need—-More im sorry!”

You didn’t understand why he kept apologizing because you were still on cloud 9 your and that was u til he flipped you on your stomach and opened your legs again.

“Ah fuck! Thank you baby thank you! Fuck! I need more!” You felt his entire body weight on you with his hands grabbing yours above your head to keep himself steady and he pumped into you viciously you clenched each time he came back inside you so easily due to how wet and stretched you were.

“Thank..you! Ah! Ah ! Ah!” He mouth was right by your ear as your face was buried in his bed moaning right along with him. You heard the bed creak so loudly and the floor boards get scratched up from the way the bed frame was moving under you both. You felt almost like if you didn’t scream from pleasure right now you’d probably die.

“SANJI! I—IM— C-CUMMING!”

His eyes opened again now moving faster trying to reach the same high as you. Both of you were fucking like literal rabbit at this point. But you didn’t care because you were pretty much at fault for this.

You both finally slowed down as you both came together hugged himself behind you rocking you back and fourth slowly still trying to ride how which ever number orgasm this was.

“T-Thank you…” he rolled you over and pulled you on top of him. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were barely keeping focused , and your head was buried in his sweaty neck. He peppered you in kisses, rubbing your back just for a moment, “You feel..so good….”

“Mmhmm…” was all you could mumble. You didn’t know what time it was or how long you both been going at it—

All you knew was from him thank you’d and sorry against your hot skin as he kissed your body.

You knew he wasn’t done.

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Buried and Breathing

Temperance doesn’t take the deaths of Elturel’s refugees very well. Particularly after Last Light is stormed by the Absolute’s forces.

** cw: unintentional self harm (palms), implied/referenced suicide

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“Something is troubling you,” Gale said. “And I don’t believe it’s merely the haunted shadows that have dogged us since we set foot in this blighted landscape.”

Temperance was rarely surprised by him – he could count on one hand the times anyone had managed to get the jump on her. He’d only managed it once him self, and that had been while she was still lying to them.

Tonight she didn’t so much as flinch when he spoke and presented her with a bowl of the stew he’d made. That stillness on her was worrying.

“How clever you are, wizard,” she said. Her voice wasn’t just flat, but rather chilly too. She didn’t look at him when she spoke. And made no move to eat any of the stew. Though she did hold the bowl with both hands, as if to warm them.

Gale ignored the signs suggesting he should leave her alone and settled down beside her, knees cracking. Too close, he realized. He could feel the heat radiating out of her. While Karlach undoubtedly ran the hottest – Temperance was surely the runner up. Perhaps it was a tiefling thing.

“That’s for eating,” he said, gesturing with his own bowl. “Not glaring, nor for mutilating with various utensils. It’s already quite dead – I checked before I put everything in the pot. So, you ought to give it a try. Last Light might have been desolate in terms of actual foodstuffs, but someone had quite the collection of spices which I can assure you I have taken the full advantage of.”

Temperance still wouldn’t look at him. Though given the expression directed into her bowl perhaps that was a good thing. He wasn’t keen on discovering if a look could kill.

After several minutes of silence where she still didn’t eat or look at him, she finally spoke. “I’m not hungry.”

He turned to look her full in the face, prickles of unease creeping spider like down his spine. It was hard to tell from the angle and the ever shifting quality of light the fire provided – but her eyes seemed a little too bright.

“Temperance –” he paused after her name. Caught up in his own uncertainty. Pushing was not always the wisest course. He knew better than most how badly things could turn out if you ignored the warning signs. And she’d been… distant, since Elminster had delivered his message. He no longer knew quite where he stood with her.

One would think one's impending doom might unburden them of their anxieties.

Not so.

“I would hope you know you can tell me what burdens you,” he said eventually.

Her head bowed. Short raven locks fell around her face, hiding her eyes from him. For a moment he was certain she was going to stand and walk away. But she didn’t. She merely set aside the bowl he’d given her and clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. The scars across her knuckles stood out a bloodless white from the strength of her grip.

“Mol is probably dead by now,” she said tonelessly. There was a staring quality to her eyes he truly did not like.

“We don’t know that –”

She laughed. And it was a terrible bone scraping sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “Those things probably ate her. And if they didn’t? Oh, If they didn’t, then our Devil friend will. Though his diet is one of souls, not meat.”

A chilly hand squeezed his heart. He’d never seen her like this. Cold and manic at the same time. There was a terrible restrained violence in her. One that suggested a single push might send her for her sword, send her off into the dark hunting.

“That fucking bastard probably tugged some infernal strings and arranged the bloody fucking snatching! Why else, out of everyone in the inn would those things go for a child? They wanted Isobel. And if they were hungry they wouldn’t go for one of the smallest people there, Gale!”

She was on her feet in a too-quick jerk of motion. Pacing. Her teeth bared in a snarl, her tail whipping behind her.

“Do not ascribe certainty to chance,” he cautioned. With their luck, Raphael could be a single badly worded sentence away.

Temperance stopped short and glared at him. “You don’t know everything.”

“I have never claimed to know everything,” he said sharply. Too sharp. “All I ask is that you exercise caution before you lay the blame at that Devil’s feet. He will use it against you. And moreover, we may well need him before all’s said and done.”

She glared for a moment more, shoulders up, eyes blinking rapidly. Then turned on her heel and continued to pace. A violent energy vibrating through her limbs. Not unlike when she would make her vows in the midst of battle. Rage fueled her as surely as it did any barbarian.

Gale’s heart seized when he noticed her clenched fists were dripping.

“I was too busy protecting the damn cleric,” she hissed under her breath. “When there were all the refugees in the bloody front room. What the fuck was Jaheira doing? All of her Harpers? Why were the fucking doors to the balconies open?”

Between one circuit before the fire and the next, Gale went to stand in her path. While she might have easily avoided him, she came to an abrupt halt instead. Her head downturned, her shoulders shaking. This close he could see a muscle in her jaw jumping and hear the grind of her teeth.

His heart was in his throat. He wasn’t afraid of Temperance. She was always careful of herself and her companions in and out of battle. No matter how angry, she wasn’t the type to lash out physically. And yet fear had made itself comfortable in his lungs. Icy cold and suffocating. A burrowing creature he could not shake. His constant companion.

One mistake, he thought. Just one.

Just one, and he might find himself a walking cataclysm alone in the midst of this curse. Unable to even die properly for his goddess.

He should leave her be. Not push his luck.

But then, what wizard worth his salt was too frightened to take a risk? And what kind of man would he be to turn his back on someone he cared so deeply for when she was tearing herself to pieces in front of him?

So he took one of her fists in both his hands. Blood dripped between them. With infinite care, he coaxed her to open her hand and eyed the wounds her claws had made. Noticed the scars on her palms. As if there’d been years of barely restrained outrage carved into her.

“This is going to need bandaging.”

“I can heal it,” she said tonelessly.

“Then do so,” he commanded. “Our current locale is filthy and the last thing any of us need is an infection. Least of all those of us who must spend their days with a sword in hand. I won’t have you hurting yourself.”

That got her to stare at him. He’d been expecting another skin-melting glare. But instead her eyes were merely cold, and closed off. His heart skipped a beat.

“It was hardly my intent,” she bit out.

He sniffed. “Intent or not. Desist in your mauling of my companion immediately. Mauling is, well – Maul’s job. And I do believe you mentioned he’s promised not to. Despite the fact that we apparently smell delicious.”

Maul was what she’d dubbed their owlbear companion. Insisting with a laugh that as he was Scratch’s little brother, he ought to have a matching name. How far away that little bit of laughter seemed now.

Silently, staring at him with vitriolic intent, Temperance set one hand atop her other and cast. As always, the spell was accompanied with a sound like sighing. And even though he was not the target, Gale felt briefly as if he’d stepped into a sunbeam. It faded quicker than normal here, under the curse. Even a divine memory of the sun could not stand against Shar’s sway.

When her hands parted, Gale impulsively brushed the newly dried blood away, touch feather light. Something that seemed to cause a tremble. When he looked up, her head was bowed again, her eyes closed.

“I can’t promise you we’re going to find Mol,” he said. “But we will try. That has to be enough.”

“It’s… not just Mol,” she said after a long moment of silence. And her voice was cracked, breaking at the edges. Her free hand went to her face. “It’s all of them. All of the dead tieflings from the Grove. I – we – it didn’t even matter. That we helped them. And they don’t – they’re just laying there, still. And Rolan’s siblings… he’s right. They could have avoided all of this if I hadn’t said something…”

Temperance pulled her other hand out of his, and it joined its partner at her eyes. Each breath was harsh and came only after a long pause.

Gale put his arms around her. It was like hugging a set of armor. But then she went from stone to flesh and fell against him. Still not quite crying, but shaking, trying to gasp her way back to some semblance of control.

“Let it go,” he said, tightening his hold on her. “You can let it go. I have you.”

A moment of renewed tension, then… Temperance began to cry quietly into his shoulder.

Gale rubbed soothing circles on her back, careful not to catch himself on the surprisingly sharp points of her shoulder blades after the first time. Soon she loosened further. Dropping her hands from where they’d been curled in front of her chest and throwing them around him in a shuddering embrace.

“I don’t save people,” came her cracked whisper. “I just – give them a stay of execution. I can’t save them.”

It felt like something made of knives had taken up residence in his belly, and started tenderly shredding his internal organs.

“As someone intimately familiar with the feeling of living on borrowed time, Temperance… let me assure you that each extra day is worth it. Each minute. Just because they died –”

“Died badly,” she said.

“Even so – it was a death that they had more life to live in front of. And not all of them have passed beyond the mortal coil. You cannot bury the survivors at the inn while they’re still breathing. They won’t thank you for it.”

He both heard and felt her sigh. Felt her consign the last of her strength to him and slip a little lower in his arms. They stood like that for he didn’t know how long. His heart was pounding nearly the entire time. As if any moment now she might realize who it was she was so close to, and withdraw. He’d rebuffed her overtures often enough. Surely she would prefer someone else be the one to see her like this. To hold her.

You ought to have a medal for self centeredness, he admonished himself. She’s hurting. Stop it.

But his thoughts always did have a habit of eating themself when left unattended. Even before he’d proven himself the sort of fool one wrote songs about. Tragic songs.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” she said.

“Hm?”

As if she found herself too heavy to carry, Temperance drew back from him just far enough to look into his face. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you earlier.”

“I’m certain Lae’zel or Astarion have said worse things to me,” he said dryly. “I’m not quite the delicate flower, explosive as my potential might be.”

He caught a flicker in her expression – though he couldn’t pick out its meaning. And then she was drawing all the way back. Standing with perfect posture a step away from him. All the cold of the night seemed to rush in to fill the empty space she’d left behind.

“Good night, Gale,” she said. Distant. Expressionless – though her eyes were swollen and her face damp with tears. “Thank you for coming to check on me.”

“Temperance –”

But she was already retreating toward her tent. A forced sort of grace in her footsteps. As if nothing at all had happened between them. As if she hadn’t just been pouring her heart out to him. There was a distinct sinking feeling where his own heart ought to have been.

Too late, he understood.

The heart of the Absolute was close. So close, anyone left at Last Light would surely be caught in the crossfire.

There really was no saving any of them.

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I've Already Eaten || Vminkook

--Vminkook eating disorder AU

I'm thinking where newly dating Jimin and Taehyung notice their best friend Jungkook has been making a lot of excuses to get out of eating meals with them and when he does eat meals he often only has a few bites and spends most of the time pushing food around his plate. At first they take Jungkook’s excuses at face value. He’s tired and wants to go home early, so he’ll skip dinner. He ate a big lunch, so he’s not hungry and he’ll sit this meal out and have something to eat later. He feels queasy tonight, so he isn’t very hungry.

But it’s hard not to notice how frequently Jungkook is saying these things when he spends almost as much time with them as they do with each other. Jimin and Taehyung love to dote on their best friend, they never wanted him to feel left out when they started dating, so they never let him feel that way. They have him sit between them when they watch films in the living room of their apartment and they have him sleep between them in their bed and up until a few months ago one of their favourite things to do had been to cook for him and feed him all his favourite foods. but now he isn’t eating.

Until one evening he is. His plate is cleared in the time it takes Jimin to answer the doorbell and call Tae away from the kitchen table to see if he has any cash. It takes a weight off of Jimin's mind that night because his mind had been going to dark places. Memories of his own behaviour months before he had been hospitalised because of how badly malnourished and weak he had become. But Jungkook is eating and everything is okay, so he doesn’t need to worry. He's being paranoid.

He believes that for a glorious night. Until the next morning when Jungkook faints in the kitchen and narrowly misses cracking his head open on the corner of the table and several minutes later Jimin finds almost the entirety of Jungkook's dinner from the previous night stuffed into the kitchen bin. It’s a hunch he doesn’t want to be correct, a paranoid hunch that makes him look in the bin and make the discovery. It’s a wave of nausea that has him leaning heavily against the counter, holding back tears.

Jimin and Taehyung make Jungkook stay home from work that day. Jimin makes him eat. Taehyung makes him smile. And no one says anything meaningful for so long that Jimin thinks they might all just ignore what had happened. But he can’t ignore it, so he sits Jungkook down and tells him something very important.

“We've noticed you haven’t been eating very much recently and I found your dinner from last night in the bin.”

Jungkook tries to make an excuse. “I just wasn’t very hungry and I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I've been eating well. I'm sorry if it seems like I haven't.”

But Jimin doesn’t believe him. Jungkook's eyes are brimming with frightened tears. “Jungkookie… I've been through this. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, but you need help. Do… Do you think you need to lose weight? I used to hate my body, did you know that? So I stopped eating to try and fix it, but it didn’t because there’s nothing wrong with my body. I still hate it sometimes, but I've gotten better at managing it now. I have support.”

Jungkook shakes his head. Keeps shaking it. Jimin doesn’t have to ask why. He had done something very similar when Taehyung and Yoongi had first confronted him about his eating disorder. A silent denial of everything.

“The thought of eating sometimes made me physically feel ill,” Jimin says softly. “I was obsessed with controlling how much I ate and I hated myself if I went over that. Maybe you stand in front of the mirror and pick at bits of fat on your body and fixate on needing to get rid of them. Whatever it is, Jungkookie, I've been through it. It's nothing to be ashamed of, but you do need help. and you have me and five other wonderful people who will support you. and I want to tell you your body is perfect even if you don’t believe it right now.”

Jungkook begins to cry quietly. He cries for a very long time without saying anything and both Taehyung and Jimin hold him, as they’ve held him so many times before, like there are three boyfriends in the room instead of two.

Jimin knows it’s not going to be easy to get him to talk. For a day, maybe, they’ll get him to eat three square meals and everything in Jungkook will be repulsed at the idea. And then he’ll go right back to obsessively monitoring his food intake. When Taehyung had once tried to force Jimin to eat, Jimin hadn’t eaten hardly anything for almost a week to make up for the food Taehyung had pushed on him. Despite all his experience, Jimin suddenly feels very ill equipped to be of any help to Jungkook. He's terrified because he knows how bad it can get, so he clings to Jungkook very closely that night, and when, in the darkness of the bedroom, he feels Jungkook press a soft kiss to his mouth, one that tastes of sea salt, he leans into it. He drinks Jungkook in, his and Tae’s hands still clasped over Jungkook's side. As first kisses go, it’s probably the best Jimin has ever had and he’s sorry to let Jungkook roll over so he can kiss tae too.

It’s probably not the best moment to admit their feelings for one another, feelings Tae and Jimin haven’t discussed in detail, but that they’ve been aware of since a few months ago when Jimin had panted Jungkook’s name while he and Tae were in bed together and instead of getting upset at Jimin’s slip-up Tae had whispered it back. They hadn’t been exactly unaware of Jungkook's crush on both of them when they had started dating, but neither of them had ever really talked about that either. They kiss Jungkook now though, listening to the breathy little noises he makes in the back of his throat, sliding their hands through his hair, over his waist and every perfect inch of his body. It won’t fix anything, but for now it feels good to know Jungkook is safe between them and that they’re in this together.

* * *

The next morning they wake to the smell of cooking and find Jungkook making them breakfast in the kitchen.

“I've already eaten,” he says when he dishes out the food onto only two plates.

Jimin doesn’t comment on this, although he doesn’t believe it, only draws Jungkook into his arms and kisses him, bringing forth a delighted little laugh from Jungkook. “It looks amazing,” he says. “I'll eat it all. And how about afterwards I cut up some fruit for all of us?”

Taehyung kisses Jungkook too, turning Jungkook's cheeks scarlet.

“Fruit sounds good,” Tae murmurs.

Jungkook nods hesitantly, leaning in to hide his face in Taehyung's chest. “Then afterwards we should have sex again,” he whispers.

Jimin laughs. “What are you? My boyfriend or something?”

Jungkook lifts his head anxiously. “Oh, I… I… I didn’t mean…” His eyes glistened.

“Oh, Jungkookie, no,'' Jimin says hastily, reaching for Jungkook. “I—“

“Hey, he’s my boyfriend,” Taehyung says, slapping Jimin's fingers playfully. “Hands off.”

“I think you’ll find he’s my boyfriend actually,” Jimin says, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get your hands off?”

Jungkook giggles. “Maybe, like, both of you should get your hands off me? Last time I checked you both had boyfriends already.”

“I don't remember that,” Jimin says, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's waist from behind.

“You must be mistaken,” Taehyung says, wrapping his arms around Jungkook from the front.

Jimin kisses the nape of Jungkook's neck. Taehyung kisses his forehead.

“Last time I checked I had two boyfriends,” Jimin says, leaning forward to kiss Tae softly, then letting Jungkook twist to kiss him.

“Me too,” Taehyung says.

“Same,” Jungkook mumbles against Jimin's lips.

They get Jungkook to eat that morning. They spend several hours in bed afterwards, talking and giggling and letting their hands roam each other’s bodies. And later they talk seriously and they hold Jungkook while he cries again, but they fall asleep relieved that night because Jungkook has agreed, however tentatively, to come down and make an appointment with Jimin's therapist the next time Jimin has a session.

“You'll be okay,” Jimin reassures Jungkook that night. “I know how difficult it is. Sometimes I still have bad days where I catch myself counting calories and telling myself I can only eat an apple if I pick off all its skin or something, but I'm okay most days now.”

“Only most days?” Jungkook asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Jimin says, kissing Jungkook softly. “Only most. But considering I almost died, I think only most is pretty good.”

“It's brilliant,” Taehyung murmurs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jimin says.

There’s a strange moment where he isn’t sure if he should say it to Jungkook or not. After all, they only admitted their feelings this morning.

Taehyung makes that decision for him. “Love you too, Jungkookie.”

“Me too,” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook giggles. “Same.”

#jemshopesprompts #bts fanfic #bts #bts aus #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #vminkook #vminkook au #eating disorder #anorexia #polyamory #jungkook x taehyung #taehyung x jimin #jimin x jungkook

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