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The Rabbit

IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader Smut

9,623 words

Categories | maid!Wonyoung, if you could get the movie this is based off of you're awesome, blowjob, anal

Yep, I finally wrote Wonyoung. Who knew, right?

Maybe you'll meet your end today. Tomorrow, if you're lucky. Either way, they'd find out. That's definitely certain; mandatory love is no winning game. Love in general isn't, especially when it's founded on merely scrawny and lustful sex. The lines between lust and love blur, and it becomes more dangerous than it actually is.

And one could say that it really isn't love (you've heard that a couple more times than you'd like) when you barely know anything about her, when your mind only dances with the thought of ruining her angelic self again, but they know you'd never listen. You refuse to.

So, where did all this—a young, gorgeous woman by the name of Jang Wonyoung in the crook of your arm, her hand on your cock and glossy lips on yours—start?

Well, to understand, you have to stay in the present and reminisce about the past, just one more time. You've to live in it as if the former days were the current ones and what's now is nothing to worry about. But you shouldn't dwell too long; the world out there is no land for lonely men.

1. HOP

Your nerves and fears merge and struggle as one as you line up to the counter. They've plenty of reasons to do that sickly collaboration that makes your stomach hurt, but you find solace with the fact that it's at least a nice hotel. The soft yellow paint on the wall makes a lovely pair with the yellow one smeared on the outlines. The rooms are all well-furnished, and the frames bear replicates of several famous abstract masterpieces. In general, the hotel possesses a grand and pretty aesthetic, and you would have rated the stay five stars out of five if you weren't hoarded out of your home and in here.

Everyone dresses nicely, too. The older woman in the line next to yours wears a blazer and a high fashion tube top under it, her main color all over being pink. On the other hand, the man in front of you dons a formal black suit. It's like there was a recurring oath all around to dress grandly that they left you out of. How rude of them.

Suddenly self-conscious, you smooth down your simple shirt and jeans. You're already making an exception for yourself from the expensive dress code; the obligation to look clean should at least be followed. There shouldn't be any crinkled lines riding the fabric of your shirt, or a single speck of dirt on your cheap shoes.

"Next," says the woman at the counter briskly.

You make your way forward. Said woman is dressed in mandatory, dead-looking uniform and has no sign of a smile on her emotionless face. She doesn't want to be here more than you do. She makes that clear as she flashes you a tired look.

"Name?"

You tell her your name, switching your weight from one foot to another.

"Age?"

"Twenty-one years old."

"Sexual preference?"

"W-what?" you ask. It bears repetition; you have no idea why the woman would ask that.

She—(you should start calling her "Kim Gaeul" now; you've read the name on her breast pocket tag)—sighs, not caring to hide her frustration. "You know why you're here, don't you?" she asks.

Her tone suggests that you should know. However, no idea comes to mind. If they ever informed you of your purpose here, the message got lost in translation in the stress of packing your belongings and traveling all the way to this hotel. It's a decent upgrade from your humble little house, but it can’t mimic the safety of the place you grew up in. You're basically being held hostage here—this place will never be home.

"I don't," you admit guiltily.

"Well, if it's not obvious, you're a twenty-one-year-old heterosexual—I assume—man, and you still haven't found a partner."

Gaeul says it in this unnecessarily audible voice that makes you flush red to your ears. Everyone is going through the same, hence their presence in this very hotel, but when it's uttered out loud, it's like rubbing salt over an already throbbing wound.

Your face feels hot with humiliation. "Yes? And?"

"This doesn't go well with your purpose of being fruitful and multiplying," continues Gaeul. To quote the Bible in these times is… well, something, but you’ll let her have this one. "Here, you'll be able to find your lifetime partner—"

You're confused. "And how does being here help with bagging a girl?"

"—and spend two weeks together to prove your bond to us." Gaeul glares at you, clearly annoyed that you've interrupted her. For that, and out of pure, unyielded spite, she dodges your question expertly. "You're given forty-five days, and, if by the end, you're unable to find someone who shares the same qualities slash traits with you, you're turned into an animal."

Well, you did not expect that one coming.

(But, if your memory serves you well, the cop in the van that took you to this place said, as he brushed down his gray uniform: "They skin you alive to make you a little critter, that's what they do—it's heinous. Happened to an old friend of mine. Miss him more than ever."

"Did you see it happen?" you asked, his words stealing your attention from the lands running to keep up with the vehicle.

"Was told about it," answered the cop. "He said he wanted to be a dog. They took out his organs and gave all the blood to the hospitals. Dunno what happened to those, but they probably went down the same route. Wonder what kid out there got his lungs now, heh."

"Well, did it work? Did he become what he wanted?"

"No idea. All I can say is after that, dogs kept following me around.")

"You know," you say, leaning forward on the counter with your arms crossed, in hopes of appearing more in control of the whole thing than you actually are, "it takes more than forty-five days to find a wife, Gaeul. It takes years."

"Oh, really?" Gaeul gives you a condescending look one would give to a rambling, precocious toddler. "Didn't know that."

"Hey, I'm not doing this. I'm out."

"Suppose you're a Loner, then?"

"I've heard that one before."

She sighs. "A Loner doesn't believe in what we do here," she explains tiredly. "They don't believe in love."

"Sounds like me."

"If one wishes to extend their forty-five-day period in finding a partner," adds Gaeul helpfully, her statement definitely not a thinly veiled threat, "they're required to kill a Loner."

You're stunned by how everything works. Just forty-five days to get a wife? Those who don't want to comply with the system being hunted down as a consequence? What has this world come to?

You look back in line. There are numerous other men and women waiting for their turn, and you're wasting their time and Gaeul's. Not that you care much for her since she's been rude to you since the beginning, but she does look like the kind of person able to make someone disappear off the face of the Earth if they don't fit in. What if you don't match her criteria either? What would she have the people in charge do to you? What if the animal thing was a lie and they actually just killed you off?

It's either death, becoming an animal, or having someone to hold.

You haven't had the third one in a long, long time.

You inhale, hold that breath, and exhale slowly. Straighten your shoulders. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Alright. Sexual preference?"

"Heterosexual." You think.

"If, in any circumstance, you are unable to find a partner, what animal would you like to become?"

A beat.

"A rabbit," you say thoughtfully. "I think I'd want to become a rabbit."

2. DOWN

"A rabbit? Really? Out of every animal out there?"

A small Japanese woman from behind you in line keeps you entertained now in the waiting room. She has short, auburn hair and a cute smile. Her cheeks remind you of dumplings. Speaking of, you can smell some of them cooking in the kitchen nearby. You can hear your stomach rumble.

"It just… feels right, you know?" you say, shrugging in your seat beside her, in which she's strangely pressed up closely to you.

You haven't really given the animal thing much thought. You know that there's an underlying reason for it, but you can't really ponder exactly what. Perhaps it's a favorite animal from childhood? Nope, couldn't be it—your favorite animal back then was a lobster. And you can't even recall the reason for that.

"A rabbit… carrots…” You give up. “No idea.”

The woman nods understandingly. Her fingers guitar a rhythm on her knees. "Aren't you gonna ask what I'd like to be?" she says expectantly.

Alright, sure; you'll play her game. You've nothing else to do, anyway; you're just waiting for your room number to be announced. It might take a while, too, with the number of people waiting before you. The richer ones obviously get more privileges as well.

"What animal would you want to be?" you ask the girl.

"A butterfly. Be nice to just fly around and be pretty, don't you think?"

"A butterfly’s an insect, no?"

"Insects are also animals."

Desperate to keep the conversation going to fill the eerie silence, which makes you grow more and more uneasy, you prompt more lines from her. "Are they?"

She twitches her mouth to one side with a thoughtful look. "I'd like to think so."

You're given only forty-five days to find the one, you remind yourself. You have to constantly give yourself reminders lest you forget about your new life here in the hotel. Here's your chance.

"What's your name?" you ask her.

"Rei."

A cute name for a cute girl—nice. Rei's adorable from head to toe. Even the clothes she wears are sweet. Her plump cheeks allude to that, too. "Well, Rei, you want to team up?"

Rei scoffs, suddenly moving away from you. Her face, which you once saw as adorable, suddenly looks scary. "Is that what you think of all this? A defense-offense field game?"

"Uh, no, I meant that it’s—"

"No, save it. I want to actually find love here, you bastard. Love isn't a game you can just play anytime."

Yeah, of course it isn't; love is a fucking requirement. Does Rei really think she'll find true love in a world like this? You pity her Snow White enthusiasm for true romance, for a prince who’d sweep her off her feet without the feeling of obligation, but maybe she really wants to be a butterfly. You're not gonna stop her from what her heart desires; you're far from that kind of guy.

At least, you hope so. God, are you becoming one of those men?

Rei's obviously upset. From the pure shock in her face, it's clear she saw something in you that was quickly made meaningless by your mindset. She rises from the sofa, fuming, and walks away. She says in heated breaths that she needs some fresh air.

You watch your chance disappear just like that and smile tightly. Oh well.

"Tough, ain't it?" remarks the man from the loveseat across the room. He's a lot older, and he looks like he'd be the best grandfather. He'd probably let his grandkids stay awake past bedtime and give them candy. Why is he here? Maybe he recently broke up with Grandma? "Finding a girl?"

"Don't I know it," you sigh.

He smiles sympathetically. "It's better than being a rabbit," he says.

"I'd take a rabbit over a no-jerking-off policy."

That's how it works here: real life torture, in an unusual way, since they're depriving you of self-pleasure. They don't believe that masturbating would help find a girl. Gaeul told you earlier that if you were caught doing so—(and they will; they have CCTVs in the damned rooms, which definitely breaks more than a few laws about privacy and the like)—there would be severe punishments.

You truly don't want to know what punishment awaits your refusal to obey.

The man chuckles. "At least you get a lap dance. That's better than yankin'."

"A lap dance?" you ask. Gaeul didn't mention that.

"Every night, a maid comes over and gives ya a good grind down the groin. You don't actually get to touch her or do the thing, if you catch my drift,” he winks, “but it helps with mating. Wouldn't want someone who can't get it up at night, amirite, mate?"

"Suppose not."

The man sees the sparkle in your eyes. His laugh evolves from a soft, olden chuckle to a full-on guffaw. "See? There's pros in this place, too, getting a pretty girl on top of you every night."

"Can't the maid be my wife instead?" you joke. That would make the flow of things here a whole lot easier, if that were true.

He shakes his head. "Nah, some say they're part of the Loners. Wouldn't want to mess with them."

The Loners… you've heard about them during your drive here. You saw them lurking in the woods, guns cocked, with eyes flashing demonic looks at every passerby. While the cop told you not to make eye contact with them, Gaeul informed you about their beliefs earlier during your heated exchange: love shouldn't be mandatory. And you agree, but getting hunted down by desperate rich people isn't at the very top of your bucket list.

You're a coward, but you like to think it's just you playing safe. One wrong move can land you in a place where your eyes would never behold the light of day again, where life holds no meaning unless a carrot is present.

"You're lying about the lap dance thing, aren't you?" you say finally. The world is fucked up, but it can't be that bad, right?

He grins. "See for yourself, and don't say I didn't warn you."

If there's anything good in this hotel besides the air-conditioning and paintings, it's the food. The platters served on the white-drapes tables make you feel more well-off than you actually are. There's fish skillets, sushi, gravy, and mashed potatoes. Spoons and knives of varying sizes and utilities sit on the opposite sides of every plate.

"Guess I like this place now," you joke to a woman beside you. She giggles back politely, but doesn't respond; her mouth is stuffed with crispy chicken skin.

You eat to your heart's content. Pour gravy all over the hills of mashed potatoes. Scoop up unlimited rice and pair it with the soup. You wonder what kind of cooks they hired to produce these delicacies. Was there a certain secret degree that had to be obtained to be accepted here? A secret recipe worth signing an NDA for?

"Good, isn't it?" asks the young gentleman across from you. It's clear he's used to grand dining; he's dainty with his chewing, and knows on which occasion a specific utensil should be used. However, his eyes are kind—there's no judgment in them as he watches you wolf down your food.

"Definitely." Letting go of table etiquette, you speak with half your mouth full. Glance down at his plate. "Do you usually eat that little?"

"Not really," he responds. "Just keeping room for dessert."

"There's dessert?"

As if on cue, chocolate cake and more chicken wings are placed on the table. You take one of the chicken wings and eat it with rice, classic Filipino style.

(Speaking of, you really, really miss Jollibee.)

Should you go for the cake, too?

You glance at the cake, then at your growing belly. Fuck it. You slice a generous part of the cake onto your golden plate. The frilling of the dessert is made of flowery cream. The bakers decorated the top of it with coffee-flavored candy, which you fork into your mouth gladly. Your stomach and heart feel full, but you just keep eating. It’s rare to come across food this delicious, and you’re not going to waste it. It’s all or nothing.

"Let's take half and half for this bad boy," the gentleman gestures to the cake with a pinky, "and leave nothing for the rest of these fuckers. How's that sound?"

"What the hell, I'm in."

As promised, he slices the dessert smoothly with a serving knife and places a good amount for you, and another one for him. You're gluttons, you two, but it's exactly that which made you like each other.

You become quite uneasy when you see staff looking at you strangely. Their eyes are squinted, and they’re murmuring among themselves, pointing in your direction. You try to look away, but they’re approaching already. There’s nowhere else to run.

"Sir, you might want to come with us."

You look up, ready to bear whatever they're planning to do to you. But then you realize they’re talking to your new friend, who looks nervous. The look in his eyes matches the one you’d see in an animal caught in a bear trap. He follows them anyway to the backrooms; the staff look pretty serious, and they don't look like they'd back up.

You've no idea what happened after, but you hear the words "masturbation" and "disobeyed," watch a few heads turn out of curiosity, and smell the horrid scent of burning skin.

You also hear screaming.

Safe to say that no one used the toaster after that.

You enter the chambers of your room with a fulfilled stomach. There's just a tiny amount of alcohol in your system, enough to keep your nerves at bay, and maybe a few mashed potatoes. You make sure to brush all that off in the tiled bathroom, using the small tube of hotel toothpaste and the children's toothbrush they provided for you. Drain it all down with mouthwash and leave your mouth feeling minty.

You thought the bedroom would be as grand as the rest of the place. To your surprise, its design and furniture look like ones you'd see at a gas station motel, nothing more. There's no expensive comforter to slip under, or a tiger's carpet to rest your feet on. It's all just… normal.

Maybe you'd like it that way. One day, it'll feel like home. You're not entirely sure about it, but you're hoping it'll happen.

You're just watching TV on the vintage television they set up on a small table (it’s a pretty old movie called Psycho) when a knock sounds on your door. Wondering who it might be, coming over at this hour, you open it.

"Good evening, sir."

A girl with braided hair twisted by dark bows in a stereotypical and an obviously fetish maid outfit stands timidly outside of your room. In spite of your tiredness, it still astounds you how she looks like an expensive, vintage porcelain doll brought to life. Her skin is as pale as the frilly, ribboned fabric forming the top of her black dress and the gloves that wrap her thin arms like a present. Her hands are curled behind her back, but they hide nothing, not even her nervousness.

"I'm sorry," you say. She's pretty, and you would have done her, but you don't know what the hell she's doing here. "I didn't ask for room service."

"It's not room service," she says. She's tall for a girl, only a little shorter than you, but you forget it with how often she hangs her head. "I'm, I'm here to give you the… you know…"

"Huh?"

"The grinding thing?" the girl goes on. Her fingertips tap against each other. Her eyes meet everything but yours. "The lap dance?"

Oh, now you remember. Your mind let go of the idea, having trained its focus on the food you consumed, but now, you can't stop thinking about what this girl is going to do. And here you thought it was just a joke to get you going.

You take a proper look at her. She's really beautiful. That face and body of hers, visually striking and slim in all the right spots, doesn't belong in a maid's uniform, now that you look closer. She should be a model, strutting down the catwalk with confidence in every one of her strides. She should be out there walking for fashion weeks and shows, not grinding on random strangers varying from old and young.

(However, in all unfiltered honesty, you certainly wouldn't mind her rubbing her thighs and ass on you, or holding those braids as you plow her—)

"Who are you?"

"I'm the maid," she replies. She bites her lip, getting even more anxious about what's to come, but it just looks undeniably sexy to you, even if its effect on you is wholly unintended.

Nodding: "Yeah, I know that. But what's your name?"

"W-Wonyoung…"

"Well, Wonyoung, do you want to do this? It's completely fine if you don't."

It's probably her first time hearing this because her blush is intense. She can't recall the last time anybody asked if she actually consented to her job. "I don't mind," she says honestly. She crosses her arms together and looks down. "I think I kinda like it."

You smile widely. "You do, huh?"

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I… I've never done stuff like this before."

Her voice is small and sweet. Pair that up with her angelic face and the outfit, then it equates to her looking like the perfect fuckdoll. You can imagine a million different scenarios with her if the world were kinder: having her as your pretty little sugar baby, with Wonyoung always following you like a tail and calling you daddy. Perhaps as a young wife, too, who'd welcome you home in ways that stray from a simple breakfast or kiss. Oh, you lament those lost universes.

But for now, you can have her pretty ass on your crotch.

"Come show me what you came for," you say.

"I—" Wonyoung shakes her head. She has to get a hold of herself. "Sorry, I'm just scared."

"Don't worry, I'll help you out."

Your lower body descends on the bed. And after, so does her tight, round ass on your center.

Your hands hold on to her tiny waist and guide her in her routine. She's on your lap, and you're in heaven.

The skirt, created and woven by the wealthy seamstresses in the hotel, is mesmerizing, but it's the natural way of her butt grinding left and right on your crotch that catches you whole, as if she were born with the ability to make the simple, subtle action of nuzzling her rear end on your cock feel like every good thing in the world. In that moment, you have strong faith that a million dollars or a good life can't compare to Wonyoung's ass.

The doubled pleasure from her thin safety shorts and her round butt causes you to let out a deep, guttural moan: "Fuck, Wony."

"Wony?" she asks, looking back at you with glassy eyes that still hold impossibly delicate innocence in them. Oh, how much you want to see the corruption's lust bloom in her irises.

"Sorry." You throw your hands in the air with a soft, broken laugh. "Just slipped out of me, dunno why."

"No, it's fine," says Wonyoung. She winks. "I like it."

Temptation taunts you in the form of the young girl's skirted ass. You wonder if she's lying about being a neophyte to this; she's a natural talent. She takes care to press her butt hard against your rising erection, and pleasure its covered tip by grinding on it with a rapid rhythm. Your cockhead starts to feel hot and tight, and you can tell she's aroused as much as you are; her safety shorts are attractively damp.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes." You hold on to her dancing hips that grind on your growing erection, guiding her movements to what feels good for you. "Mmm, fuck, faster."

"I can't, I'm sorry..."

Wonyoung halts and rises from your lap. It's a terrible decision to make; it leaves you with unfulfilled desire and her with shaky, buckling legs. She bows apologetically. "I—I'm not supposed to do anything other than that, sir," she explains. "I have to go now. I'm sorry."

You can't believe you were teased like that. And you can't even masturbate to get down from the path to your high. You've seen what they did to the man who was caught touching himself, and you aren't keen on having your hand shoved inside a burning hot toaster.

"Wonyoung, please—"

She exits the room, head bowed and cheeks flushed. You're sitting like a rejected schoolboy on the bed, with blue balls and a throbbing erection, and you couldn't be more disappointed.

The next day arrives faster than you expected, and you still can’t stop thinking about her. Well, there wasn't a minute in the nighttime you spent without thinking of Wonyoung. Although your eyes ought to be on the pretty girls aplenty who’re looking for a man like you—(there’s Miyawaki Sakura, the wealthy heiress with pink hair and a charming, camera-trained smile, and; Kim Jiwon, who would have stolen your heart with her cute, cat-like ways back in your high school days)—your mind remains caught up in Wonyoung.

Pick up your cup, and the black design makes you think of her dark braided hair, which would have felt amazing curled up in your hands as you have your way with her. It’s difficult to drink coffee when the bitter taste reminds you of how she’d taste infinitely better, if last night her crotch was parked on your face instead of your lap. Wiping your mouth with the provided tissue paper sparks a new lamentation: the similar smooth feel of her maid’s dress, and, with her slim shape, how easy it would be to fold her into every position imaginable just to feel her insides become disarrayed from your needy cock.

She’s like a dream come true, dancing in your mind as if she were your ballerina rather than a hotel maid. She’s a sweet, innocent daydream who knows not of how much she stays first in line in your train of thoughts. Wonyoung is temptation in its most innocent form, and it ruins you how you can’t have her for yourself.

"Hey, you alright?" asks the old man you befriended after Rei's rejection. He's still wearing his pajamas and foggy glasses.

You nod, your mind someplace else. "Yeah. You?"

"All is well on my end, too." He lathers Nutella on the plateaus of bread and folds into half tightly. "Did the maid come over to see you last night?"

Chewing through your bread (untoasted, of course), you shake your head. "Nope," you lie through your teeth. "No lap dance, no nothing."

"Huh, that's odd. You probably don't remember it."

"Or maybe you lied," you say.

"Nuh uh, your old man's a saint. She came over to me last night. Gave hot stuff here some action."

"Sure she did."

The man chuckles lightly before taking a bite out of his bread. Now that his eyes are on his food rather than you, you think of Wonyoung again. You wonder if your meeting with her is what love at first sight is. You’re unhealthily infatuated with the girl, and you’ve only met her once. Could it be that this means something more?

Unfortunately, you haven’t got the answer to your own question. But, when she comes tonight, you’ll find out. Your determination is set on it.

3. THE

And come she does; her meek voice barely has audible quality past the glass peephole on your door, but it does make her small face look unusually large. Her expression holds the same lamblike innocence to it, and the dirty thoughts all come rushing back.

Your heart jumps as you welcome her inside. "Hi, Wonyoung."

"S-sir," she stutters, hands folded in front of her skirt, "I want to say that I'm sorry for last night."

Her voice is sweetly precious in a way that, even if you didn't already like her, you would have forgiven her instantly. Her departure last night isn't a grudge you hold on her—she just wants to stay true to the rules, plain and simple. And there's nothing wrong with that; you play by the book, too.

"No hard feelings." You pat her cheek. Feel it become hot. "You're just doing your job. One more time okay?"

You watch the relief wash over her face. But nervousness settles in once more as she sits on top of you.

Her bum erects your cock, sliding up its backside and teasing the tip like she did the night before. You even get a feel of a cameltoe through her shorts. Your hands find her waist and you help her sway her hips side to side. Wonyoung's constantly looking back at you with desperation tinting her gaze. She might not know it, but it's the plea in her gaze that's daring you to break the rules for her just one time. Just one time.

Come on, it seems to taunt, you can live with a burnt hand, you can live with being a rabbit if it means spending a night with Wonyoung. Do it.

So, when she finishes her routine, the first thing you utter is:

"Please don't go."

You've reached a new low: you've fallen for the maid's tight hot body and pretty little face, and now you can't get enough. You won't ever get enough of her, and that both satisfies and dissatisfies you. If she's so far away, how can you ever get to have at least a healthy portion of her? How can you lose yourself in her when it's forbidden?

Wonyoung looks at you regretfully. "Sir," she begins, hand steadied on the doorknob.

"Please, Wony."

The nickname ignites a firework in her. The flame shoots through her trembling hands, pretty face, and drenched core.

When did words alone make her feel so… warm? Her legs feel weak all of a sudden, and though she knows she can get in trouble for entertaining you more, invisible puppet strings drag her to you. Her lust, like some tumors, has formed a mind of its own, and it overpowers her logic already. It intends to keep her on the track towards granting her sexual needs.

"If we do it," she says hesitantly, "do you promise to never tell anyone?"

"I swear."

Wonyoung nods, registering your oath and making a silent one of her own, too. "Okay, thank you."

"Of course."

"And… and can you call me Wony?"

You promise to. You swear on your risked life and heart poisoned by Wonyoung's presence that somehow thrives with the toxicity.

To illustrate what happens after that, and how your pants and her underwear end up slipping off and her thin legs are suddenly curled around your waist, is difficult. It's hard to remember who initiated everything, or even make verbal guesses when your lips are entangled with Wonyoung. Any attempts to cover any hidden CCTVs should have been made earlier when your hands weren't on her thighs, lifting her to the bed and keeping her down there as kissing becomes the only thing you know.

You don't know if Wonyoung is a good kisser or it's all because of how plump her lips are. They wrap around your own with such soft security that the tenderness of it makes slipping your tongue inside her ignites feelings of just a tiny bit of guilt. But then you remember that corrupting Wonyoung from a sweet girl with little experience to a nymphomaniac is exactly what you want to do, and the guilt goes away almost completely.

"You kiss so well, sir," she says, much to your surprise when you've just completed an internal monologue about how good she kisses.

"You're not so bad yourself. Fucking love these lips." You lick a stripe of lust over her mouth and she giggles. "Show me what they're good for, Wony."

"You mean, like… suck your cock?"

"You're a quick girl."

"I am, but only for you, sir."

Wonyoung takes this as her sign to switch the positions, with you being the one on the bed while she gets on her knees. The size difference between your erection and her small face surprises you. With how small Wonyoung is all over, especially her little mouth, how can she take you?

Luckily for you—and for the equally turned on maid—that's the thrill of it. She's big and tall around everyone but you, and that alone already makes you want to do the most unholy things to her. Show her who's truly the big one in this situation, show her where she belongs, which is below you, between your legs and making puppy eyes for your cock.

The light dawns on Wonyoung's pleading face. She pouts, grabbing a hold of your cock and swiping it on her mouth, before asking, "Please? May I pretty, pretty please suck your cock?"

"You can anytime. Wouldn't mind if I pull on your cute pigtails, right, Wony? You'd let me tug on them while I fuck your face?"

"Oh!" Wonyoung nods eagerly. Is that even a question? Of course she'd let you. "Yes, yes, sir, please do. Wony doesn't care if it hurts. Wony only wants you."

Are those tempting words part of her training course prior to becoming a maid? Maybe, and perhaps closing her sweet lips cleanly around your dick is a lesson there, too; it's a lesson she passed with flying colors.

Her hair's already twisted in your fingers, ready for when the overpowering emotion of lust hits. Meanwhile, her hands are on your thighs to guide her in pushing her head back and forth. Her eyes sparkle more than the stars in the night sky outside the window.

She clicks her tongue on the bottom side of your cock. Hissing, you make your first tug, mumbling her name in almost rueful tones. Yea, rue Wonyoung for how fucking sexy she is, rue her for taking your eyes off the people you're supposed to be with. Oh, yes, rue her. Her punishment ought to be what's happening right now, but she's enjoying it a little too much for it to be called one.

"So good!" she says pitchily, as if your cock were actual food that's left a lasting first impression. "Mm, oh, you're so big and long, sir. I love how your precum tastes. But I want the, the real cum from you, too."

"Wonyoung…"

There's her name again, never leaving your thoughts but departing from your lips. You rise from the edge of the bed and poke your dick against the inside of her cheek, and God, does she look adorable. It feels good, too.

"Mmm, mmm! You'll give it to me, won't you?" Wonyoung looks up at you expectantly, speaking between effortless blowing. "You'll give plenty of cum for Wonyoung, right?"

"If you keep blowing me like that, I might as well."

The last three words come all rambled against each other, tied closely between syllables as you're losing your breath. Dragging your cockhead against Wonyoung's tongue and cheeks brings you a lot closer than you'd like, but you really don't want to deny her of what she wants. You'd love to spoil her with numerous shots of semen, all over her beautiful and angelic face, plus inside her prepared mouth.

"Oh, then I'll keep doing it." She giggles mischievously. Your hips are contained by her hands as she starts to bob her head. You gasp as you fill her throat and part its tightness. Her tongue teases your balls pressing against her lips and your throbbing veins. "Mmm, like this, sir? C'mon, fuck my throat. Give me your cum."

You aren't going to deny her of that either. Your cock enters the depths of her throat with the help of your fists pulling onto Wonyoung's braids. She lets out soft grunts whenever you thrust, and soon, her effortless blowing becomes difficult to replicate.

It's sadistic pleasure when her gags stimulate your cock even further, as if she were just another pretty little fuckdoll whose purpose is none other than that, and her mouth opens wider for air only to be filled again with cock. Her breaths are far away, and with your musky scent filling her nostrils, she can't even get oxygen. Spit and gags are all you can hear aside from your own heavy groans and Wonyoung's whines. A world outside of sex with her doesn't exist at the moment—it's just you and her, and there's no turning back.

And, even with only you and her in this universe, you still get lost in the warm wet pleasure of her mouth.

The merciless assaults you do unto her face, using what's supposed to be the visual of the century being displayed in billboards nationwide as your personal fuckhole, make both of you scream. Like an experiment gone wrong, you explode in Wonyoung's mouth. Her drool slides down her chin as her tongue sticks out, trying to catch the hosed eruptions of semen into her mouth. She wants it all inside her, and there's no excuses that can be made for drops gone wasted.

That's what the rest of her face is for. You pull out and spray your cum on her. More explodes

"Sir, oh, sir, that's so much!" Wonyoung opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue, her eyes closed. "Yes, thank you, I'll take all of it!"

There are promises all over the world that are broken everyday, but Wonyoung keeps hers, true to her word: hands on her knees, like the obedient little maid she is, she lets your mess launch into her mouth and face. Even when some get into her hair, or a few specks roll down her maid outfit, she stays still and lets the tide take its toll on her.

It settles eventually, like all things do at some point. But it's made clear that this sex thing won't—you still want more. Like lust and gluttony, the sin of greed has taken over you. You long for more of Wonyoung, for her everything, knowing that this might be the last night you're ever allowed to see her again. They're sure to be watching everything going on.

You stand to lock the door. As the latch falls into place as well as the dresser table for extra security, Wonyoung's eyes sparkle; it means that the two of you aren't done yet.

"You're going to give me the real thing, right, sir?" A good pet and a good girl, Wonyoung crawls, following your steps, and sets her used face on your knee when you sit back down. "Right? Please say I'm right."

You laugh. After stroking her hair, you wipe the cum off her face with your thumb and offer it to Wonyoung. She sucks on it, as expected. "Aren't you supposed to be leaving? I thought you didn't want to do this."

"Oh, but I do, sir. I wanted to but I was scared… but I'm not scared anymore. I want you and your cock inside me, now."

You dig your thumb deeper into her tongue. Wonyoung whimpers, forced to open her mouth wider. "I'm afraid you don't get to make the rules around here, Wonyoung," you taunt. "But maybe if you tell me what you want, I'll give it to you."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not? But don't get your hopes up, Wony."

"Hahmm, okay." Wonyoung's finger dimples her chin. "I want you to fuck me."

"Dirty little mouth you got there."

Wonyoung blushes. "You made me like this, sir. It's your fault. I want you to take responsibility."

"In what way?"

"No…"

"I need you to be more specific, doll," you say. You raise her chin upwards. She juts her bottom lip out. "I'm risking everything here for you. Tell me what you want."

"I want sir to fuck me… to fill me up like I'm his little breeding toy." Wonyoung squirms. She's getting turned on at her own words. "Yes, yes, I want that—I know it'll hurt because I haven't been fucked by a cock as big as his, but I don't care. I want you to fill my insides and fill every hole. I want you to make it last."

"Even if we might never get to see each other again? Even if you might lose your job?"

"I don't care if I do, sir. All I want is you."

"You're a desperate little thing, aren't you, Wonyoung?" you ask, smiling a little. "But that's good enough for me. Get on the bed."

Wonyoung obeys a little too fast for someone who's only met you once. Where is the hesitation from earlier? Out of the window—she's on all fours on the mattress, skirted ass and pussy jut out. She's shameless, bold, and you certainly wouldn't have thought she'd be this weak for cock if you had only met her outside of this hotel. Her angelic looks just sweep out all possibilities of sluttiness, or at least, you would have thought so, because why is she whining helplessly right now, all for your dick?

Her soft sounds are subliminal messages. They tell you to spank her soft ass and have your way with her. They're so powerful that you do exactly that: you draw your hand back as far as you could and slap Wonyoung's ass cheek. Her knees tremble, and she's whispering your soft honorific over and over.

"Sir, please," Wonyoung whispers. "No more. I need you right now."

She doesn't need to say it when her soft, virginal cunt dribbles a waterfall of wetness. You make it a point to let your fingers slap its puffy lips as well. It sends the little maid crying out in pain, but it couldn't be that if she's spreading her legs more, right?

"Need your cock inside me," she says. She winces and cringes through the spanks. "Mm! Need it to ruin me, sir! Need it to make your maid too tired to work, please, please, please!"

"You're risking your job here, Wony," you say, a proud smirk on your face as you remind her of what's at stake, "you're risking everything just for my cock. And you've only met me once. My god, you really are a slut."

"Mhmm, I am!"

"And you know what happens to bad little maids like you, right?" Throwing one last harsh spank, you lean over to whisper in her ear. "They get this."

Wonyoung screams a ramble of curses when your cock enters her. You suppose she's truthful about never having done much of this before; she's painfully tight. Grunts already depart from your lips at the first few thrusts.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You're hypnotized by her reddened ass bouncing against your stomach as you drill into her. Your hands are wrapped tightly around her little waist to feel more of the round cheeks clap.

"Sir!" she shouts. She never gives you a break; her vaginal walls are always swallowing your length and keeping most of it there. "More, please, more, I need it!"

Wonyoung's pussy is better than just having her do a lap dance on you. It isn't even a debatable matter when it's wet just right for you to slide in and out of her hot warm hole, and tight enough to pleasure your cock like she was designed for fucking. Sizable breasts, pretty dazed face, and slim bod? It's hard to believe that those descriptions do not belong to a sex doll but instead to Wonyoung, but she's becoming one herself also.

That's exactly the reason why you're more than happy to give more to her. You glide your hands everywhere, feeling her beautiful body almost worshipfully. You're afraid to break her; she's so slim that you might hurt her with one wrong move, but your fear doesn't really match up with how mercilessly you're pounding her, how you're forcing her to scream out your honorifics as if the walls were soundproof.

You're worried, to be honest. You know they're watching, and you know other people are still waiting for their daily routine with her. You know that the two of you could get in trouble that extends to more than a simple scolding. More clarity would have hit you like a brick wall in your way if it weren't for Wonyoung screaming:

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me like that! Ha– oh!"

Wonyoung lets out a tiny exhale at your hands pulling on her braids. With the help of the tugs, your eyes enjoy the sight of her expressions contorting with the pleasure and pain. One second, she's pursing her lips and her eyes are wide open, and in the other millisecond her mouth hangs with yelps and gasps. Wonyoung is not afraid to show how she feels, which motivates you to keep pounding. Every flush drill into her naked lower body draws another orgasmic expression on her pretty face.

"That's right, Wony likes having her little pussy stretched out," you growl. Sex might as well be an exercise; you're straining your hips with how hard you pull out and push, and getting your hands sore as they grasp her braids. Wonyoung is merely your equipment. "You do, don't you? Pretending you're an innocent babygirl just to tempt me?"

"Y-yes," she says, biting her lip. "I love sir's hard cock! I love how it hurts, oh yes—"

"Of course you do, baby. It doesn't matter what I do to you, you'll always cum for me. You'll put everything on the, fuck, line just for my dick."

Wonyoung squeals throughout firm rubs on her clit. Her lower body sways and flinches, and she's beginning to struggle to keep herself up. Luckily, there's your grip on her braids to keep her upright, to keep her in position for fucking.

"That's right, sir," she tells you. Her words are cut off by tiny gasps. "I'll always cum for you, I want to be the one you use forever. I don't care if we get caught, I don't care, I just want you."

"Of course. Nobody can fuck you as good as me. You're mine to ruin. Now cum for me like a good girl, Wony. Don't hold back."

She nods. She's almost there. Just a few more sunken thrusts into her warm pussy, and she's going to lose it. It's an ending she actually looks forward to. Being able to squeeze around you and to sheen your girth with squirt seems like an achievable goal. It doesn't even have to be time-based, too, she realizes, when her legs shake once more.

"Ohhhh, fuck! Sir, oh my god, sir, I'm cumming!"

Dragging your penis against her textured sensitive spot, you fuck Wonyoung into an orgasm. It arrives (you smile at the pun) like a heavy flood. If you were the one to spray your cum on her earlier, now it's reversed—Wonyoung's vagina squirts a mess of girl cum and nectar onto your lower body and the little clothes that remained on you. She's screaming so loud that you bet even soundproof walls wouldn't be able to hold back her shouts. No, the walls and windows would shatter, and the bed would break into pieces as well, with the help of her limbs scrambling to steady herself. Wonyoung has gone crazy, finally corrupted to the core as it contains all of your plentiful cum.

You tug her braided ponytails up and let her kneeling form rest against your chest. Her head rests against your shoulder, and from there, you hear her muttering senseless sentences. They can't even be called so when they're fragments of words that don't mix well together, but fortunately, you understand what she means: you fucked her really well.

It could go two ways with Wonyoung when you start to kiss her neck and shoulders: fortunate or unfortunate. She might be ready to have her other hole filled, but on the other hand, she might need more time to recover. But that isn't a matter you linger on when kissing Wonyoung's pretty collarbone and shoulders is a better task to fulfill. She's gasping softly, unable to moan because of losing her voice in her orgasm earlier, but you still work your magic.

"Sir…" she mutters. Exhaustion rides her body like a carousel. It makes her weak, and your kissing doesn't help aid her situation.

"Yes, Wony?"

She leans back more into your neck, and curves her head to the side so that her words play out next to your ear: "I want more."

4. RABBITHOLE

"You sure?" you say. This is probably one of the few times she has had sex, and it's only one night. Maybe it's going too fast?

"Does sir not want to fill my little asshole up?" Wonyoung asks. She guides your fingers to her sides. As if her body and your hands were magnets, they join instantly. "Doesn't he want Wony anymore?"

God knows what Wonyoung referring to herself in third person does to you. Your cock hardens and bumps her ass cheeks, and you’re required to tighten your hold on her hips to maintain your stability. "I—I want you, Wonyoung," you say. "But are you sure you're ready?"

She blushes. It's little caring questions like these that put her into the most passive state imaginable. When that state of mind imprisons her, she only wants to make you feel good. "Yes, sir."

There it is. It's your cue to switch positions, make use of as little time as possible to recover, and get ready.

You lather her asshole with makeshift lube. You drag squirt from her pussy to her rear end, using it as lube. Wonyoung, now sitting on the bed, watches. She's overcome with lust. Her puckered hole twitches as you tease your cock against it.

"Don't tease me, sir,” begs Wonyoung. She parts her leg a little more, then leans back into the mattress. The way she’s looking at you with those sultry yet pure eyes and how her legs are spread underneath the maid dress are straight out of a porn. Wonyoung’s so tempting, so irresistible, that you wonder every now and then if she’s even real. She’s a walking doll from head to toe, made to fuck and be fucked, which leaves the question: why aren’t you filling her asshole up yet?

You bunch together a whole lot of effort to push your cock through her hole. It’s a little less wet than her pussy, but god, is it tight. Wonyoung moans softly and tries to relax, but every push makes her impulsively clench down. You’re afraid that you might blow early, and you really don’t want this to end yet.

“Sir, sir,” she says, eyes widening to the size of saucers when you grab her legs and push them back. “Fuck, it’s so good, I can’t—”

You groan a little. “Yes you can, Wony.” Your thumbs slide up and down on her thighs affectionately. “You’re my good girl, right? You can take it.”

“Hnnn.” Wonyoung shuts her eyes. Her moans and whimpers are a series of pleasure that almost makes you forget about being careful rather than urge you to be. You’d love to hear more of those pretty moans from her, but she can’t make them unless she’s comfortable. “Is it all in yet, sir?”

Her asshole has taken in most of your rod. You suppose that’s good for a first-timer. It’s good enough for a little white lie. “Yep. Good girl. Can I move now?”

“Okay… just be careful.”

With a girl like Wonyoung, careful sex is out of the question. But oh, you try, you truly do. Make use of your shaft covered with Wonyoung’s pussy juices to lube up the journey inside her asshole. Let her wet cunt make it easier to slip into her tight, brown hole. You enjoy the helpless, corrupted look in her face and the feel of her pillowy thighs in your hands, and you can safely presume that she’s enjoying it, too. Soft hums of pain still barely make it out from between her knit lips, but her eyes roll back—it’s a different feeling, for sure, yet it feels good.

“Fuck, Wony, you’re a tight fit.”

“Thank you, sir,” says Wonyoung. Her pale cheeks have turned red again.

She rubs a finger over her nub so more of her juices can lubricate her rear end. It’s effective; although Wonyoung writhes with the double pleasure, the unusual method makes it easier to fuck her. Now, thrusting inside her is almost like doing so to her pussy: tight and wet. Her ass ripples beautifully, and her expressions catch you off guard. Her jaw is on the ground and her eyes look upwards, as if doing so helped ease the experience. However, she shuts them, as making that expression makes you hammer harder into her butt.

“That’s it, sir, it feels so good now. You’re so big inside me.”

“Deeper then?” you challenge her. You push her legs deeper into the mating press position, and you can visibly see her pussy clench around nothing but air. You’re allowed to travel deeper inside her butt this way, and Wonyoung couldn’t be more ecstatic.

“Yes, hmmm! So hard, sir, I can feel you throbbing!”

Does a sir kink exist? If not, it does now—Wonyoung’s polite honorific has become the easiest method to harden and lengthen your erection. Each time she calls you that, with those same watery eyes and puffy lips, you’re driven to deliver hammered thrusts in her hole, whichever one. In a way, she’s corrupted you, too. If you erased the former innocent maid she is, she’s transformed you into a man who can only go weak for her. Other women have no effect on you when the hotel maid is the one you’d rather pin down the bed and fuck till she passes out.

And she doesn’t even know it.

“Fuck, Wonyoung.” You give in to your impulsive thrusting, wringing screams of pleasure from her throat. “What the fuck are you doing to me, hm?”

Wonyoung’s next inhalation of air is delayed due to the obstacle that is your hand wrapped around her throat. She whines out. “Sir, oh my god—”

“This is all your plan, isn’t it, you naughty girl? You want me to do anything for you. You want my cock so bad that you make me want you, too. And for what, hm? For a quick dicking down? You’re fucking pathetic.”

Degrading word after degrading word leaves your mouth, but each makes Wonyoung thrust her core upwards to meet your clashing sex. She’s become paler, weaker, sluttier—all in the span of your furious sex session. You’ve no idea why you’re saying all those words that would hurt a normal person’s feelings and dignity, especially when Wonyoung is too angelic and pretty to be guilty of anything, but if it makes Wonyoung look like she’s on the edge of cumming at all times, then you’ll stick to that plan.

“I bet you like walking around in your little outfit, Wony, and wearing those pigtails, too, because you know people are going to look. Is that what you want? For people to notice how goddamned fuckable you are? Because if it is, it’s fucking working.”

Pausing is a faraway dream; you keep on rambling, and your thrusts remain rapid. A stream of ruined breaths squeeze out of Wonyoung’s mouth. Her pillow-like cheeks clench tighter around your cock, as if it were agreeing.

“Sir,” coughs out Wonyoung. Tears spill down her face, but she keeps on rubbing her small clit, and, on occasion, fingerfucking her cunt. “I’m going—god, I’m going to—”

“Cum? Do it, then. Cum all over my dick, but we’re not finished. The night is still young, Wony; we have all the time in the world.”

Releasing Wonyoung’s throat does nothing to help her breathe when your lips crash into hers immediately. She’s screaming into your mouth. You propel yourself closer to orgasm with your thrusting, then fully cream her butthole. Wonyoung’s cum squirts all over the place: on the bed sheets, your shirt, and your cock. She stops rubbing herself, apparently giving up on taking more, but you continue the loop for her.

Her screams continue. They’re a melody to accompany your thrusts, and your sleep, for you collapse on the bed, tired and weak.

You'll meet your end today. They already found out. That's definitely certain; mandatory love is no winning game. Love in general isn't, especially when it's founded on merely scrawny and lustful sex. The lines between lust and love blur, and it becomes more dangerous than it actually is.

So, now that you remember how all this—a young, gorgeous woman by the name of Jang Wonyoung in the crook of your arm, her hand on your cock and glossy lips on yours—start, what do you do now?

Well, for one, you have to reminisce about the past and pray for there to be a future, just one more time. You've to live in what once was as if the former days were the current ones and what's now is nothing to worry about. But you shouldn't dwell too long; the rapid knocking on your door is growing louder and louder.

#kpop smut #izone smut #ive smut #jang wonyoung smut #wonyoung smut #izone wonyoung smut #ive wonyoung smut #wonyoung #jang wonyoung #male reader #x reader #reader insert #pov smut

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forestfiresandfics · 2 months

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I think an underrated moment in third life of when Grian (green life, can’t attack first) gets surrounded by two red lives (can kill him at will), and meanwhile scar (red, can hit first) gets trapped in a hole with two or three green lives (can’t attack him)

at first we have a soft hostage situation, where Ren is asking scar for the banner back, and implying that if he doesn’t comply, he’ll kill Grian. Except scar is in a hole, and doesn’t understand that last bit because he doesn’t know that grian’s been cornered, and he is more concerned with being surrounded by the enemy team. Meanwhile Grian has a netherite sword, fresh new potions courtesy of Scott, and a reputation for being good in a fight. So ren and I think it’s skizz start to get cold feet, and basically decide they aren’t going to risk attacking Grian at which point we have a COMPLETE reversal of the hostage situation. Scar has buried himself, and is being chased and cut off by a bunch of greens. At first, this doesn’t seem too treacherous, except that they keep getting in his way, and if he hits one of them, the whole pack will attack him. So now Grian is the one who has to protect SCAR despite having just been held at sword point himself. Scar is the one being held hostage, and Grian has to convince him to give the banner up, to let him out of the stalemate he got himself in

and then classic scar, convinces them all that he’s sufficiently threatened and agrees to give them the banner, only to run off with Grian anyway

like just 10/10 moment all around

#grian #gtws #rendog #traffic life #3rd life

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deecotan · 2 years

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I’ve been playing around with omegaverse ZS lovechild concept for a while and now here she is! Her name is Minori, she was born sometime during the Strawhats’ voyage so she was practically raised in the Sunny. She exists in an omegaverse canon-divergent AU where the plotline is basically the same as canon, diverging post-Wano and post-Strawhat Jinbe (similar to Film Red situation).

Ramblings below:

I created her with the idea of a lovechild who is different from Aoi, the first ZS lovechild that I created. Aoi is an exuberant, happy-go-lucky person, with a tomboyish appearance and a more “unkempt” look that she imprinted from Zoro. Minori is reserved and quiet, if not somewhat shy, with a more feminine, neater appearance and overall looks that is inspired by Sanji, and by extension, Reiju and Sora. Minori is also set in the canon universe and raised on a pirate ship, in contrast to Aoi who is set in a modern AU One Piece and grew up in a family home.

I originally planned her to use rapier as her main weapon at first, but then I thought it would be a little weird for Zoro’s kid to choose a different type of sword, so I decided to scrap it. The name and the general color palette of the sword remains the same, though.

Additionally, her name was originally supposed to be “Marisol” since it can mean “sea and sun” in Spanish and also because I want to try giving her a more European-sounding name. I decided to scrap it since it won’t fit with the rest of the Strawhats’ naming custom; most of the Strawhats have easy-sounding names that are easy to pronounce both in English and Japanese (Luffy/Ru-fi, Na-mi, Zo-ro, etc), and most of them only consist of 2-3 syllables. Marisol is 4 syllables long when pronounced in Japanese (Marisoru), so I decided to change it to a simpler name.

My Japanese VA headcanon for Minori is Yui Ishikawa. She has the type of voice that gives off “elegant and sophisticated lady who can kill you” energy especially when voicing Mikasa from Attack on Titan and 2B from Nier:Automata.

She spends most of her childhood in Thousand Sunny, and then her early teen years to the rest of her life in Sanji’s floating restaurant in All Blue together with her parents, Zeff, and the rest of the Baratie crew. She would then travel to other islands by herself from time to time, sometimes saving people and getting into fights on the way, and send letters back to her parents that tell of her adventures.

Personality-wise, Minori is a calm, collected person. She tends to keep her emotions at bay and rarely overreacts to anything, and likes to solve problems in an analytical way. Deep down, Minori is also a kind and considerate person, and is especially very compassionate towards those who are in need. She has a strong sense of justice, and believes in the notion that the strong must protect the weak. She is also a bit socially awkward, having trouble befriending people normally as they would usually get scared of her first.

Minori is very inquisitive as a child, often questioning many things and finding solace in reading books. Because of this, she looks up a lot to Robin, whom she thinks is very intelligent and “all-knowing”.

Because she grows up in Sunny, aside from Zoro and Sanji themselves, she is practically raised by everyone in the crew and so has imprinted some of them as well. She appreciates Robin’s morbid humor, has a slightly extensive knowledge in first aid from Chopper, can differentiate between a good and a bad lie thanks to Usopp, and comes to love music from Brook.

People would often call her the “Miracle Child” due to the exceptional circumstances during which she was born. She is a child born into a pirate crew, with that pirate crew being the Strawhat Pirates and her parents being two of their strongest members nonetheless, and she is born when Sanji is being held hostage. (I’ll delve into that soon. Later. One day.)

As a result of spending most of her childhood on a pirate ship, Minori has a much more hardened outlook in life, having learned how to fight and defend herself against enemies. She can be downright vicious when circumstances warrant it, especially when dealing with cruel and powerful enemies.

She trains swordsmanship under Zoro, and as she grows stronger and more skillful in it, she begins to develop her own fighting style utilizing her enhanced speed, agility, and dexterity, of which she inherits from Sanji.

Her sword’s tsuba (hand guard) is circular-shaped and has a wave pattern that looks something like this:

Her epithet “Sword Princess” comes from her exceptional swordsmanship, her fighting style that’s been described as being “elegant”, and her overall wardrobe aesthetic that heavily resembles a princess.

She is noted to have exceptional beauty, and many people have praised her for it. Sanji has been notable for furiously beating people up if he catches them ogling or talking to her inappropriately.

Her name written in kanji would be 美緑, consisting of 美 which means “beauty, beautiful” and 緑 which means “green, greenery (the colors of trees and grasses)”. I think it’s an amusingly fitting name for Zoro and Sanji’s child.

Since she technically exists in an A/B/O universe, she does have a secondary gender as well, which is Beta.

#zosan #omegaverse #omegaverse zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #minori

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Sometimes I think about my OC (Could be R too tbh) who is a fallen "Angel" because she was born in a crime family, witnessed all the people doing horrible things her whole life yet still decided to trust in humanity because of how kind and caring and loving her (said crime) family is. Also her family is kinda "preserving the family business" kinda crime family and tbh did more good for their community then their corrupted PD and government could do so, it's so natural that she tries to see good in everyone. But Fate was never on her side, like she could be the unluckiest being in her universe. (If there's a hypothetically an always winning horse and she bets on it, that horse will get lose every time she bet kinda level unlucky LOL) hen she gets 🕷🕸 power, it was so painful. Like normal spidey get bitten and they're not even caring more than a flinch, right? I was inspired by a headcanon that Hobie's spiderbite event would be more painful and severe than normal "peter's spidey" or Miles' one would because his would be the spider that crawled out of frickin radioactive wastes, hence stronger reaction to the body. And I couldn't think of other ways except that scene you wrote in TTN. I'd like the irony of a teenager who's afraid of spider and heights becoming a spidey, lolol. also thinks of Angel not only having severe reaction for the bite because it alters her sensory and skin, it's all she got. Like sure, now she can feels more vibrations against her skin if the distance is near enough(constant annoying spidersense) and she can crawl against wall now, but not much strength enhancement, no natural webbing, no strong healing, etc. Thank god that she's too durable orignally because she'd be long gone even before meeting Hobie if not, LMAO. Basically, the supposed "power ups" are contradicted to her fears but she tries and makes things work, yk. She's so naive, and childish and friendly sometimes. Girlie trusted someone falling down on her through the multiversal tube line (Hobie) right on the scene. No questions asked I would trust whatever his pretty arse sprew abt too tbh They became friends, he becomes her moon as she shines on him like the first ray of sunshine in the morning (I'd say Hobie's pretty cooked when he described her like that since he's from London-)but THEY NEVER CONFESSED BUT BUT... When Hobie finally brings out the courage to ask her out because he just realized how dangerous their line of work is and wants to say it to her before one of them is gone... She died from blood loss after bleeding out all night after her last fight with Green Goblin and stopping his crime family went downhill because Goddamn Capt. Stacy not only snitched her out but also led her to the wrong death end so she's cornered... He did those because Gwen and Peter are held hostage but I still hate him for the writing decisions I made<//3 After Hobie reached her and tried to stop the pale blue body that had too much cut on the beautiful face he admired so much in silence while sobbing, it was finally the moment that Death claimed her after a long agonizing, bleeding night, right on his arm... Thank you for listening to my rant ted talk~ -🦊

Me on the first half:

Angel has such an interesting back story!! I love her already 😍 Hobie's reaction to her being a crime lord's kid would either be hilarious or a real wtf expression

Lmaoo true I'd trust hobie with my life

Me reading the end:

DAMN U CAPT STACY!!!

They never confessed 😭😭😭😭😭😭 POOR HOBIE HE HAS ANOTHER CANON EVENT 😔

Thank u for the ted talk ❤️

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶#🦊 anon

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smilesrobotlover · 11 months

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Whumptober day 17- collar, touch aversion, leave me alone

Smiles using all three in the prompt? Rare! Anyways I… I don’t even know how to describe this one BDMSBSKSBMS . SO REMEMBEE THAT DREAM I HAD ABOUT YUGA AND LINEBECK YES I TURNED IT INTO A PROMPT I NEEDED IDEASDBSKSBKSBSAKABK. I need y’all to bear with me here cuz this is nothing but pure chaos. Basically Linebeck meets the villain squad. There’s yuga, Ghirahim, Vaati, zant, Astor, Kogha, and Linebeck in this fic and… it’s crazy. Genuinely can’t tell if it’s actually cringey or if I’m just mean to myself 💀💀💀 so uh, yeah, it’s a long one and ends weirdly but whatevs

Warnings: kidnapping, possessive attitude, nonconsensual touching (it’s nothing serious Ghirahim and Yuga are just a little creepy) and yeah

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It had been a normal day for Linebeck. He woke up, pissed off Leon, pissed off everyone else, and took a walk through the woods while they all calmed down. He kept close to camp so that if something happened, Linebeck would be close enough to them. But apparently it didn’t matter, because in the end, he was grabbed and pulled into a portal, held against his will by some… colorful characters.

Linebeck paced his cage when they left him alone, occasionally leaning up against the bars hopelessly. There was no way he was getting out of this, and there was no way that the others would even know where to find him. The people holding him hostage were weird, but they were scary. Having sharp teeth, powerful magic, and all were freakishly tall (except for two). One was a creature that he’d never seen before, having round yellow eyes, fair blue skin, and markings along his nose. Linebeck was a coward at heart, and these people did not want to make him feel brave.

Linebeck tugged at the collar that they put on him. It was to “block his ability to use magic”, but it was nothing more than a nuisance to Linebeck since he didn’t have any magic. It rubbed painfully against his neck and it occasionally felt like he was being choked. Linebeck groaned and fiddled with the collar more until the men who abducted him barged into the room, arguing about something.

“How could you screw up that bad?” A taller man with white hair that covered one eye yelled. “Open a portal to the castle, that's all you had to do!”

“Portals are a finicky magic! Only a powerful magician can safely open up a portal without any issues!” A smaller purple man who also had hair covering one eye yelled back.

“Oh! Well it seems like you’re not a very powerful magician then, Vaati!”

“Shut up Ghirahim! You know nothing about magic!”

“Can you two stop it with the yelling.” A pale man with a hood over his eyes came in, holding a strange contraption in his hand. “My head hurts.”

“Well Vaati screwed up my plan!” The one Linebeck assumed was Ghirahim practically screamed. The taller creature with the beady yellow eyes came by.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t come to me for help, I open up portals all the time!”

“You were gone with Yuga, Zant! And I needed this mission done now!”

“What is Loria’s name were you trying to do?” A tall man with thick, curly red hair leaned against the bars, and a little too close to Linebeck for comfort.

“I needed Vaati to open up a portal so we could kidnap the King! He was left unsupervised and it would’ve been a perfect opportunity! Just… who even is that?” Ghirahim pointed at Linebeck, which caused the others to look at him. Linebeck stood up straight and backed away from the bars, but Ghirahim got closer. “Who are you?”

Linebeck chuckled nervously and pressed his back against the back wall of his cage, as far away from them as possible. Ghirahim scoffed and snapped his fingers, vanishing in a cloud of diamonds. Linebeck yelped when he suddenly appeared inches from his face. He grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the wall, looking down at him with murder in his eyes. Linebeck felt like he was gonna pass out right then and there, but he swallowed his nerves down and tried to glare back at him.

“I said, who are you?” Ghirahim repeated, fury in his voice.

“A—uh— I—I’m uh…” Linebeck stuttered, unable to say his own name. Ghirahim groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Well he’s completely useless to us,” Ghirahim snapped his fingers and a dagger appeared in his hand. “Might as well get rid of him.”

“W-wait! Wait!” Linebeck tried to stop him, but sudden movement at his side caused him to scream and jerk away from it. Yuga appeared and held Ghirahim’s hand that had the dagger in it.

“Let’s not be too hasty, there’s no reason to kill him.”

Ghirahim rolled his eyes at him. “Let me guess, he’s too beautiful to die?”

“Yes!” Yuga dragged Linebeck away from Ghirahim, and he found himself pressed up against Yuga’s chest. “I mean look at him, beauty like this must be preserved.” His hand gently stroked against Linebeck’s cheek which made him physically recoil.

“Don’t touch me!” Linebeck swatted his hand at Yuga, but it was grabbed effortlessly by the large man.

“So feisty too, I’d like to keep him for my collection.”

“Yuga no. You let that one doctor live, and look where that got us!”

“Oh come on! I won’t let him walk around freely,” Yuga’s fingers dug possessively into Linebeck’s shoulder causing him to squirm. “I’ll just turn him into a painting and keep him in my hall, that’s all!”

Linebeck’s heart stopped. “Wh— turn me into a painting?”

“Well of course. Only the most beautiful and powerful ones are hung up on my wall. You should consider yourself lucky,” Yuga got close to his face and Linebeck leaned back.

“Kinda hard to consider myself lucky when I’ll have to look at your ugly face for the rest of my life!”

Yuga gasped and the others snorted in response.

“Oh I think I like him actually,” the hooded man said with a chuckle.

“Oh you— shut up, Astor!” Yuga yelled, his grip on Linebeck tightening in rage. “That was a petty insult, it sure does dampen your natural beauty.”

“Yeah well at least I have natural beauty unlike you, who needs all that crap all over your face just to be bearable to look at!”

Yuga gasped more loudly and he let go of Linebeck. Ghirahim started laughing like a maniac and he grabbed onto Linebeck.

“I have to agree with Astor, I think I like him as well.”

Linebeck squirmed in his hold, trying to get away. “Yeah well the feeling’s not mutual. Get off of me!”

Ghirahim’s grip tightened around him, and Linebeck groaned. He couldn’t move.

“Well we don’t need him alive so just kill him now Ghirahim,” Yuga grumbled, suddenly turning into a painting and slipping through the bars. Linebeck watched in awe as he popped out of the wall, returning to his true self. Yuga smirked at his reaction. “Still think that I’m nothing to look at?”

“Tch, you still look like a moblin’s rear end to me.”

Yuga glared daggers into Linebeck while the others laughed hysterically.

“Oh I definitely like you,” Ghirahim wheezed, patting him on the shoulder. “Sorry Yuga but I don’t want to kill him anymore, he… amuses me.”

Yuga grumbled as Ghirahim finally let go of Linebeck and left the cell.

“Uh… w-what are you guys going to do to me?” He couldn’t help but ask even though he knew that any answer would be a bad answer.

“Don’t know yet, you weren’t our original target,” Ghirahim answered, looking upset again. Vaati leaned against the bars next to Linebeck.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over the specifics of your fate, we’ll take care of that for you,” he said.

“Yeah that’s kind of why this pretty little head of mine is worrying,” Linebeck rebutted. “Can you at least take off this collar? I don’t have any magic so it’s completely useless.”

“We’re not taking any chances with you,” Astor said in a low voice.

“Besides, if you ever escape, then people will know that you belong to us,” Vaati said with a grin.

Linebeck gulped and the group left the room, leaving him alone once again. He let out a big sigh and sunk to the floor, hoping that they wouldn’t return any time soon. Though he wanted to escape, the memory of Ghirahim and Yuga holding onto him so strongly made his skin crawl. Even if he could escape, he was not strong enough to fight against them. Ghirahim’s teleportation, Yuga’s weird painting magic, he didn’t even want to think about what the others were able to do. Not to mention, they all seemed so… sadistic. And that was what scared Linebeck the most.

Linebeck rested his head against hands, suddenly feeling very exhausted. He prayed that by some miracle, the others would find him. He just didn’t know how.

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Linebeck jolted awake at the sound of crashing and yelling. He looked over at the door beyond his cage, his heart beating a mile a minute. The yelling continued, sounding like it was getting louder. Linebeck stood up and backed up in a corner, watching the door with dread.

“Just get what they stole from me, alright?” He heard someone shout from the other side. “We’ll be in and out before they even know we’re here!”

“Sure thing.”

There was inaudible grumbling and shifting around, with one proud cheer after a while of shuffling. Eventually the noises were right outside the door, and Linebeck held his breath. A regular looking Hylian in a red jumpsuit peaked his head into the room, and he locked eyes with Linebeck.

“Uh, Kogha?” The Hylian yelled out.

“What?” A gruff sounding man yelled back.

“There’s a guy here.”

“Huh? What?”

Another Hylian poked his head through, and then a tall, heavy man with a weird eye mask appeared. Linebeck pressed himself further into the corner, glaring at the three.

“Listen, unless you’re here to break me out, leave me alone!” He shouted with as much strength as he could.

The men all glanced at each others confused.

“Are you a hostage?” The first Hylian asked.

“I’m in a cage, of course I’m a hostage!”

The tallest one who Linebeck assumed was Kogha entered the room arrogantly.

“Well it’s your lucky day, sir. We’re gonna break you out.”

Linebeck raised an eyebrow. “And why should I trust you?”

Kogha leaned against the bars, gesturing to the whole room. “You know the guys that I assumed abducted you?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Yes, well, we don’t get along. One of them tried to sacrifice me to his malice god. Can you believe that? Sacrifice me?”

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah well, the yiga clan don’t take kindly to sacrificing me. So anytime we can piss them off or inconvenience them, I’ll take it.”

Linebeck narrowed his eyes. “Yiga clan? You wouldn’t happen to be connected to that Yuga guy would you?”

Kogha scoffed. “Just because our names are similar doesn’t mean that we’re connected.”

Linebeck narrowed his eyes even more, and Kogha shrugged.

“Oh whatever, boys, come tear down this door for me.”

Linebeck gasped as the two Hylians grabbed the cage door and pried it open with their weapons. Kogha gestured for Linebeck to join them.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.”

Linebeck looked down. “I don’t think you can get me home.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…. I… I’m not from here—“

There was a loud banging sound, and the Hylians snapped their heads at something behind him.

“Ok well you can explain later, now come on,” Kogha sputtered, trying to grab Linebeck.

“Hey, don’t touch me! I still don’t know if I trust you or not—“

A loud shout came from beyond the door. “Kogha we need to leave now!” The second Hylian yelled, and Kogha grabbed Linebeck and threw him over his shoulder.

“Ah— HEY!” Linebeck yelled, but he was carried away as the three ran for it. Linebeck watched behind the three, seeing Astor and Zant appear. “Ah! Kogha!” Linebeck yelled as they noticed the group running away. Kogha slightly turned around and groaned.

“Ugh! Not that guy!” Kogha set down Linebeck while running, causing him to nearly fall over. “Make sure he gets out safely.”

“Wait, what are you doing, Kogha?” the first hylian asked.

“Buyin’ you some time,” Kogha said with a grin in his voice. Astor held up the strange contraption in his hand, and a red substance poured out of it, heading straight to the group. Linebeck gasped when it came close, but it was stopped by a strange blue shield put up by Kogha. Someone grabbed Linebeck’s hand and he was pulled along, which he quickly tried to pull away.

“I can run on my own! Let go!” He shouted, and the hylian holding his hand grumbled, letting go. The three ran for a long while after they made it outside, and when they were far enough, they all collapsed. Linebeck leaned against a tree and sighed with relief. Well at least actual escape wasn’t an issue anymore... Except this stupid collar was still on him.

“Kogha…” One of the hylians muttered, staring at the building they just escaped from.

“Did he make it out?” The other one asked, and they both watched intently. But there was nothing.

“I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone! They might’ve gotten to him this time!” The first Hylian said frantically, “they probably captured him, and now he’s gonna die! And the yiga clan will be without their leader!”

Linebeck felt guilt creep up on him. It didn’t matter what he thought about the men that saved him, they saved him. And Kogha… he must’ve given up everything just for them… just for him…

“Oh goddesses,” he mumbled, “he saved my life, and I didn’t even get to say thank you… heck I didn’t even show that I was grateful…. Goddesses… he didn’t deserve this.”

“Aw, how nice of you to care about me.”

Linebeck flinched at the sudden presence of another person next to him, and he nearly tripped into the other Hylians who stared at Kogha in awe.

“Kogha!”

“You’re ok!”

Kogha puffed out his chest and pointed at them dramatically. “Of course I’m alright! I may not be able to beat those lunatics down there, but I sure as heck can escape them!”

The Hylians both gave relieved sighs while Linebeck caught his breath. If one more person snuck up on him like that one more time…

“Oh come on now,” Kogha leaned towards Linebeck, “where’s that gratitude you wanted to show me?”

Linebeck groaned and stood up straight. “Thanks or… whatever,” he mumbled.

“Well, that was better than nothing I suppose,” Kogha scoffed, and the Hylians stood beside Kogha who had his finger resting on the chin of his mask. “I suppose I’m not done rescuing you yet, where’s your home? I can take you there.”

“Uh–” Linebeck looked down, gnawing his lower lip. There was no way that Kogha was going to get him out of here, he doubted he was in the same era that he was in before. Kogha tilted his head at him when he didn’t say anything.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

Linebeck glared at him. “No. I just… I don’t think you can get me home. Unless you can open up a portal across eras–”

“Wait– you’re from a different era?” One of the Hylians stepped up, looking surprised. Linebeck sighed.

“Yes, I am, and I need to get back to where I was,” though Linebeck could return to his beloved ship, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t abandon his friends, and he couldn’t abandon Link. Kogha let out a laugh and relaxed his posture.

“Hey buddy, I can open up a portal across eras,” Kogha wrapped his arm around Linebeck, making him squirm. “Though it’s not easy to do. I’ve been alive for so long that I was able to learn how to do it but Sheikah magic can’t normally do portals, and it’s just super hard to do in general–”

“Well for it being hard to do, it sure does happen a lot!” Linebeck yelled, and Kogha backed up with his hands up defensively.

“Calm down, let me just see where you once were and I can send you back.” Kogha leaned forward and stared at Linebeck for much longer than he’d like. Finally, Kogha hummed and stepped back. “I see,” he said softly, amused.

“What?”

“Once I open up the portal I want you to waste no time getting in, alright? I can’t keep it open for a long time.”

“Wait, you know where to take me? How?”

“Oh, uh, Sheikah magic, now get ready!” Kogha lightly shoved Linebeck, then got low, swinging his arms in a weird pattern, and right behind Linebeck, a portal opened up.

“Woah!” He stared at the red portal in front of him, trying to see if he could see the other side.

“Linebeck!”

Linebeck swung around at Kogha, surprised at how he knew his name, and he saw the Hylians gather around their leader.

“Tell Ammon I said hi, alright?” Kogha said in a strained voice, and Linebeck blinked. Did he… know Ammon? Kogha gestured to Linebeck with his head and the Hylians stepped forward, pushing Linebeck into the portal.

“W-wait! The collar–” was all Linebeck was able to say before he was pushed into the portal, and he landed on his back harshly in tall grass. He laid there for a moment, thinking about everything that happened to him when he heard yelling from far away.

“Linebeck! Come on, I’m sorry I yelled at you!” He heard Ammon shout.

“I swear if that man is in danger and we have to save him I will throw him into the lake!” He heard Leon grumble, and Linebeck couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Classic Leon.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be looking for him to make sure he’s alright, not threatening him,” Rusl spoke up, and Linebeck heard Leon groan. He would’ve called for them, but after being pushed into that portal, he was feeling pretty dizzy, and his ribs hurt from falling onto the ground. The three were silent for a while, until Linebeck heard their footsteps right next to him, and Leon accidentally kicked his head as he tripped over him.

“OW!” Linebeck sat up and rubbed his temple painfully as Leon laid sprawled out on the ground. “Watch where you’re going, Leon!”

Leon scrambled to his feet and glared at Linebeck. “You– You watch where you’re laying!” He retorted and Linebeck heard the other two groan.

“Leon for Din’s sake,” Ammon muttered, and he kneeled down next to Linebeck. “Are you alright? We got pretty worried about you.”

“Yeah, what’s that on your neck?” Rusl pointed at the collar that stayed around Linebeck’s neck.

“Oh, you know, I got abducted by a bunch of weirdos and they put this stupid collar on me so I wouldn’t use magic or whatever,” Linebeck said nonchalantly. The others gasped.

“You got kidnapped?”

“Who took you?”

“Are they still near?”

Linebeck shook his head. “No, they were from a different era. I’m lucky this weird red guy was able to open up a portal for me to return.”

“Goddesses Linebeck,” Leon groaned, “how do you always get yourself into these situations?”

“I don’t know but I do,” Linebeck looked over at Ammon and pursed his lips. “Um, the red guy…. His name was Kogha and he told me to tell you hi, for some reason.”

Ammon’s eyes widened in surprise. “K-Kogha? You saw him? I–” He looked down, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth, but it quickly went away. “Were you in my era?”

“I don’t know, do you normally deal with the weirdos called Yuga, Ghirahim, Astor, Zant, Vaati–”

“Astor?”

“Zant?”

“Vaati…”

Linebeck stared at the others in surprise. So they all knew them? Or at least some of them. Ammon looked confused, Rusl looked shocked, while Leon looked furious.

“Well, seems like I have a lot to tell you guys,” Linebeck said with an awkward chuckle. He tugged at the collar and stood up. “You think you could get this stupid thing off of me while I tell you the details?”

The three of them snapped out of their reactions and nodded, standing up as well.

“Don’t worry Linebeck,” Rusl started, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, “I have the right tools to get that off of you.”

“But I am very curious about your encounter with Kogha and Astor. You know Astor died in the calamity a long time ago.”

Linebeck shrugged. “Ok, well I did see him and all the others together. But uh, I wouldn’t recommend meeting them.” The others chuckled, and they all escorted the sailor back to camp.

#smiles writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 17 #strangers across eras #villain squad #ugh some parts of this made my skin crawl while writing it fhkdhdkd #I’m so sorry I put you through this Linebeck it won’t happen again #at least Linebeck is sassy when he’s held hostage #the worst thing you could do to Yuga is to insult his beauty #it’s ok my dude I love your makeup

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joonie-berry · 10 months

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Scarabia

Sorcerer of sands and the Desert Manor

This chapter (Level) begins after doing certain relationship quests, (Mostly Platonic) with a few characters, but that doesn’t mean Yuu couldn’t go back to the previous levels and build relationships with them. It would be recommended to utilize the Octavinelle group for this chapter, but Yuu is allowed to have higher relationships with others for companionship purposes. Anyway, after the quest, and depending on who and what group Yuu has a higher relationship with, will determine how the story goes. But I’ll write about the canonical plot.

Yuu and Grim began to wonder about an area that was filled with sand, strangely enough, must be the magic of this land, as they wonder about Grim smells food and speeds off towards the scent with Yuu following close behind. They come up to a small window that looks into a kitchen, and they see several servants cooking and a long dark hair, Arabic man watching over them. He looks up and sees Yuu and Grim looking through the window and orders for their capture. This causes a chase and sneak sequence, which leads Yuu and Grim to Jamil. He plays the white knight to them and stops the servants from chasing them. He offers them food and a place to rest as he notices that they seem tired and looked hungry. Yuu was hesitant but Grim took it immediately.

As Yuu and Grim eat, that’s when Kalim introduces himself and excitedly exclaims his happiness for new friends to enter his life. Basically this level will play out like Book 4 in the original, with the exception of the alternate scenarios with the groups who have the highest relation to Yuu.

After being held hostage, Yuu ran to Octavinelle for help. At first Azul refused thinking Yuu got themselves in trouble with someone he didn’t want to deal with (Leona, Rook, Malleus) but when he heard it was with the Scarabia duo, he got intrigued and decided that he did want to help them, and that they owned for the damage of his small Lakeside Cafe (Which I totally didn’t forget to mention). So they traveled back and basically what happened is the same as book 4. Octavinelle takes over Jamil’s duties much to his displeasure.

Yuu wanted to get Kalim out of there some in the middle of the chaos Yuu and Grim escape once again only with Kalim and the sea trio. As they are escaping Jamil latches onto Yuu, and holds them captive. This is also where another relationship checkpoint is, Yuu is allowed to hope and pray or think about a character and depending on the rank depends on if they’re willing or not.

Once again going down the canonical route. Floyd shows up with Grim and helps them out while Azul, Jade, and Kalim deal with Jamil. Once the three of them arrived, Jamil had the three men hypnotized and commanded that they attack and kill Yuu, Grim, and Floyd. It starts the first phase of the boss battle, after freeing Azul, Jade, and Kalim, they fight together to defeat Jamil. Which allows Yuu to gain one of Kalim’s Gold Bracelet, even tho Yuu actually doesn’t need to use it for this level since the only stalker characters were Jamil and the hypnotized servants.

#twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #Haunting Ground au #Rule of Rose Au #Twisted Grounds Au #Rule of Wonderland Au #Twst Yuu #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim

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ghostlycomputerartisan · 2 months

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This Was Unexpected Pt.4

This Was Unexpected Pt.4 (Polyamorous Relationship with Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada)Reader is Female and uses she/her pronouns

This is kinda like part 3.5 cause I'm kinda doing these by months. I don't know if that was obvious or not but.. yeah... But basically, this is like a Christmas Edition since it was December... I think this may either be a really short read, or a really long one... but I haven't written anything for it yet so I have no idea... but anyways, ENJOY!

!!!WARNING: LANGUAGE

Word Count: 4776

Today was the beginning of Christmas break at UA. After school ends, both your husbands will be home for a few weeks! Except for Shota's mission that he has to go on. Which sucks because it's right before Christmas. Literally 4 days before Christmas!! It's always been stressful to try and figure out what to get for Shota. Hizashi's an open book. Easy to read and is always mentioning something he wants, so buying for him was a piece of cake!! But, Shota is quite the opposite.

"Hey baby! I'm home!" Hizashi exclaimed, excited to be back and take a break for a few weeks.

You smiled up at him and got off the couch, where you had been scrolling through Amazon to find something for Shota but you noticed that he wasn't with Hizashi. You hugged him and gave him a few kisses, "Welcome home, babe! Where's Sho?" You asked.

"He had to stay back. They had a meeting about that mission he's going on next week," he sighed. "What were you doing before I got back?"

"Looking for a present for him," You whined, annoyed that you still couldn't find anything.

He chuckled, "I'll look with you, come 'ere baby!" He pulled you to the couch, sitting down first before pulling you on top of him to sit on his lap, his arms making their way around your waist. Your back against his chest and his chin resting on your shoulder You grabbed your laptop off of the coffee table and sat it on your own lap, continuing to scroll.

"What's something of his that's really worn out, or broken... or something he needs??" you mumbled.

"I honestly can't even think of anything..." your partner muttered back.

"We could get something sentimental. I know he kind of prefers gift of the practical kind, but I feel like something sentimental would be really sweet too..."

"Babe, you're gonna get something so good for him I won't have anything to get!!"

You giggled, kissing his cheek as he pouted. "You'll find something, I'll help!" you cheered, smiling at him. You looked back at the laptop, "What about this!! He loves coffee, so what if we get him a personalized coffee mug!!"

"Ooooo! I bet he'd love it!! We should get him a gag gift too! I think it's become a tradition at this point" Hizashi laughed.

"What about a pair of boxers with our faces on them? I think he'd wear em'"

"If he ran out of his 7 pairs he has! Especially if I start taking his again"

"I'll help too," you winked, finding cute pictures to stick on the mug of the three of you. "Ordered!"

"What's ordered?" Shota mumbled, kicking off his snowy shoes.

You exited the tab as fast as possible, "your present~"

"I told you guys you didn't need to get me anything," he grumbled as you and Hizashi made your way to him.

"But we wanted to!" the blonde explained.

Shota sighed, "fine, fine! But we need to talk. All of us. It's about the mission kind of..."

You and Hizashi looked at each other, nodding. You all sat down around the slightly messy dining table, waiting for Shota to speak.

"On this mission, obviously our goal is getting Kai Chisaki under control," you both nodded, "but, recently, Midoriya found out he's got a child. Whether she's biological, or some girl that is being held hostage... she's in a bad situation. Obviously we have no idea what's going to happen, but this mission is going to be riskier than originally."

"Do... do you think she'll be okay?" You muttered.

"I hope. Things are looking up for us. Don't get too worried. Everything'll be alright." Shota replied.

"You better be safe."

"I will," he got up, kissing Hizashi's forehead, then yours. "Now, I gotta go shower, you should too Zash. Got way too much hair gel, its gross" He mumbled.

You giggled at his comment. You heard the bedroom door shut, "he seemed very off right?" you glanced at Hizashi.

"Definitely. I think he's worried."

The two of you sat in silence for a minute.

"Well. I'll go start dinner. What do you want?"

A few days later, the day of the mission

Shota was ready to leave. Both of his lovers still comfortably cuddled up in bed. He kissed their temples, hoping to slip out before either of you woke up. But of course, like the light sleeper you are, you woke up at least a little bit. You groaned, rolling over towards him. With half lidded eyes, you reached up for him. He reached down and wrapped his arms around you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He picked you up, one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other holding your ass firmly. You rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"Can't hold you for long baby. Gotta go get my students ready." He whispered, kissing your temple again.

You nodded against his shoulder, giving a few sleepy kisses to his neck. "Be safe," you muttered.

He hummed, "try my best."

Hizashi stirred awake after trying to find either of you on the bed. His eyes barely opened before pulling Shota to sit down on the bed, finding his way behind his husband and wrapping his arms around Shotas waist. Yours no longer interlocked behind his neck as Hizashi rests his head on the shoulder you're not on. (I can't explain it any further... Your straddling front, Hizashi is hugging from behind)

Shota sighed, "I'll be back tonight. I promise. I'll be safe." He mumbled, "I'll be okay."

You nodded, slowly falling back asleep. Hizashi muttered a soft, "Just be careful... okay?"

Shota turned his head, pressing a kiss to his lovers forehead, "I will," he spoke, before kissing your shoulder. "I gotta go, take her for me?"

"Mhm"

The blonde got up, helped peel you off of Shota and held you the same as the latter had. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too"

A few hours later, you and Hizashi were slowly waking up, still curled up with each other. The blonde kissed your lips gently, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You kissed him back gently. When you pulled away, you peeked your eyes open, his slightly agape.

"G'morning," he rasped out, his morning voice low in your ear.

"'morning," you sniffed, nose slightly blocked from the cold weather.

"You 'kay?"

You nodded, eyes drooping closed again.

"Do ya wan' go out for breakfast?" he mumbled against your hair.

"Sound' good"

"Can we go now...? I'm hungry"

You sighed, "Yeah"

Hizashi got up a lot faster than you expected. You lazed around in bed for a little bit still, knowing it would take him longer to get ready than it would for you. You got up and started getting ready, and you were still ready before him.

"You ready, babe!" He asked cheerfully!

"I've been ready for like 10 minutes," you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "Come on, let's go!"

Hizashi and Shota made this plan not too long ago. Shota knew you'd stress out and worry about him, so him and Hizashi decided to make a plan to distract you from worrying about your lover. So it all started off with breakfast somewhere and then afterwards, some fun surprises!!

When you arrived at the small cafe, you realized it had been a place that you had been wanting to go to for awhile, but knew that it wouldn't be cheap so didn't mention a lot. Your jaw dropped upon realizing though. Hizashi noticed and chuckled, "Shocked?"

"I mean.. yeah! I kind of expected just- the usual!" You exclaimed.

He grabbed your hand pulling you towards the entrance. He opened the door for you and you entered, him following behind you. You were in awe of our beautiful and aesthetic the whole cafe was. You two ordered some coffee and food, heading over to a cozy little love seat with end tables on either side. It was kind of secluded, with some cute decorations. You couldn't help but be distracted by every part of the little cafe.

"They called our order, be right back babe!" Hizashi said, knocking you out of your trance.

"Okay!" You smiled.

After you were finished with the peaceful meal and light conversation, you were ready to head home.

"Do you wanna go shopping?"

Your head whipped around, confused. You and Hizashi always enjoyed shopping, but Shota hated when you two went out and spent too much money. "Of course I do!! Once we find a house, we can decorate the baby's nursery... OOOOO!! I'm so excited!! Wait... but we don't know the gender and-" You continued rambling as he drove to an outlet mall.

"Well we technically can find out the gender at the next appointment right?"

"I think so! But it depends... I think for it to be 100% it has to be past 18 weeks... so they might not be able to tell."

He sighed, "well, we can at least get some necessities! Or we can just go shopping for us~"

"Both..?" You asked questioningly.

"Shota might kill us but yes!!"

You two walked around the mall for awhile, you found some cute things for your new house, no matter where you end up. You sighed, your feet started to hurt and you were losing your breath much easier. As a hero, you never would've had such issues after a little bit of walking. 'Stupid pregnancy symptoms...' you thought, your mind started to wander to the months ahead, then to Shota. You must've zoned out enough for Hizashi to notice.

"Babe?"

You looked up at him, "huh?"

"You zoned out, baby. You okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Can we sit for a few minutes?"

"Sure!"

You pulled him over to a nearby bench, sitting all your things next to you on the bench, Hizashi sitting on the other side. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.

"What were you thinking about?" he mumbled, resting his head on top of yours, his hand gently rubbing circles on your thigh.

"First... I was thinking about this stupid pregnancy, shit," you grumbled. "Y'know the shortness of breath and swollen ankles bullshit..." you were silent for a moment, "then... it shifted to Shota... I hope he's okay.."

"I'm sure he's fine!!"

You knew he was only saying that to make you feel better. He worried about him just as much, but you knew deep down inside, he was scared out of his mind about his partner. You sighed, closing your eyes, just trying to enjoy the peace around you.

"Do you wanna go home? We can eat something and then cuddle and take a nap?" he asked, "We can turn our ringers on all the way up just in case."

You smiled, lifting your head and looking at him. You kissed him gently. "Yeah, that sounds relaxing."

You both headed towards the car, holding hands. He opened the passenger door for you, letting you get comfy and closing the door. He put all of the bags in the car before getting in on the driver side.

"Ready?"

"Mhm!"

You reached your hand towards your husband, and he held your hand on your thigh. He drove carefully, trying to go back roads to avoid traffic or some random villian attack. You stared out the window as the blondes thumb caressed the back of your hand.

"Still worrying?"

You groaned, "I can't help it!"

"I know," he sighed. "I do the same thing..."

After you arrived back at your apartment and ate lunch, you and Hizashi cuddled up on the couch. Hizashi laid on his back, his hand resting on your lower back, gently rubbing with his thumb. Your leg over his thigh and your hand over his chest, head resting on his shoulder, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Your cat jumped up next to you, climbing to rest on Hizashi's stomach. You moved to pet your furry friend, purring softly as you scratched his head.

You huffed a small laugh, "She's only here cause Shota isn't."

Hizashi did the same, "I know. What do you wanna watch?"

"Idk," you mumbled. "We're gonna fall asleep anyways, so put on anything."

"Fair"

He put on a random show neither of you had ever heard of and held you close. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your phone, making sure the ringer was all the way up, as well as his own. Eventually you both had drifted off, although it wasn't long before you did get a call.

You shot up upon hearing your phone ring, scaring the sleeping cat. You rushed to grab your phone, making Hizashi groan when your knee dug into his hip.

"Hello?" You answered, voice full of worry.

"Hello! I am calling from Osaka City hospital! Is this Y/n (Aizawa, Yamada, Yamada-Aizawa, L/n)?"

"Yes! Is everything okay?"

"Yes! We were just calling to inform you Shota Aizawa was emitted here about half an hour ago." The receptionist said.

"Is he okay? Was he seriously injured??"

"Yes, he is okay. We cannot give you any other details about it."

"Okay, thank you."

"Of course"

And with that you hung up. Hizashi sat up, wrapping his arms around your hips.

"Can you move your knee?" he pouted, eyes still drooped close.

"We need to go to the hospital!! Come on!!!!"

"What?? Is he okay??"

"They said he was emitted half an hour ago, but said he was okay"

"Good, let's go."

When you arrived, you had asked for his room. It felt like an eternity before you finally made it there. You opened the door to see your husband, he was facing away from you, still in most of his hero costume. He was putting his shirt back on, you noticed the stitches on his back. He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned around. You quickly made your way to him, tears welling up in your eyes, Hizashi had followed close behind. Shota held you tight against him your arms wrapped around him, not fully against his back, not sure where the stitches were. He moved your arms so that you could hold him tight. Shota let go with one arm bringing a tearful blonde into the other side.

"Shhhh, I'm okay, I told you I would be " He kissed each of you heads.

"I-I was s-so wor-ried whe-en they call-alled" you sobbed.

"I was gonna call you guys myself after they finished the stitches but they had already called you by then" he sighed. "I didn't mean to worry you two"

Hizashi kept his face hidden in the crook of Shota's neck. After when you two finally calmed down, sleepiness overtaking your body.

"Hey, I gotta go check on all my students and the other heroes. I think..." he trailed off.

"We'll come with you!!" Hizashi muttered.

"Okay," he sighed.

You followed him to each room, checking on Midoriya last. He wanted to talk to the green haired boy alone. You watched as they walked down the hall. You and Hizashi followed suit. You all paused in front of Eri. You got teary eyed again. The young girl with light blue hair was feverish, breathing heavily as she slept.

Shota spoke to Midoriya: "She's being quarantined for now"

"Quarantined? Really?" The young boy asked.

"You know, they made that call based on your description of what happened back there. She's got a dangerous Quirk and no control over it. If something provokes her enough to activate it again, I'm the only one who can stop her. You were only able to touch her because you kept destroying your body faster than she could rewind it, right?" (Season 4 Episode 14) Aizawa spoke. His voice fading as he walked down the hall to the elevator.

"He's the only one that can stop her quirk..? Is it that powerful...?" You mumbled, "Is he gonna have to stay here... watch her?"

"I don't know..." Hizashi replied.

You and Hizashi made your way to the elevator. When you got up there, you headed towards where you had seen the boy and Shota turn. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Hizashi's eyes were wide, his fingers tightening around yours.

"Sir nighteye won't make it for much longer. Say what you want to now," the nurse told you all.

"I wanna go home," you muttered, silent tears streaming down your face.

Hizashi hugged you, tight. You all had seen this kind of stuff before... You were heroes after all, but seeing a fellow hero be killed in such harsh ways was hard.. "Come on, we'll go sit down at that bench down there till Sho's done. Then we can go home."

You only sat on the bench for maybe, probably not even half an hour. You let out a shaky sigh when you finally say Shota's hand reaching out for yours. You grabbed it, getting up and hugging him tight. Shota flinched slightly as your hand brushed over his stitches, but held you for a minute.

"Let's go home"

When you all arrived back at the apartments, you had fallen asleep, exhausted from all the crying.

"I'll carry her"

"Okay... she was worried you know..."

"I knew she would be"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah"

"Positive?"

"Yeah... are you?"

"I think so."

"What about Eri?"

"When she gets out of quarantine... I- maybe we save this one for when all 3 of us can discuss it."

"Okay"

You were placed gently on the bed, still sleeping peacefully. You already had been in comfy clothes since you came home from the mall. Hizashi and Shota changed into their sleep clothes getting into bed, the black haired man in the middle.

"Missed you y'know...." the blonde muttered, snuggling into his husband.

Shota chuckled lowly, careful not to wake you as you had cuddled into his other side. "I was only gone for a few pretty much a school day."

"I know... but I was worried."

"'m sorry," his hand rubbing up and down his lovers back.

Aizawa was at the stove, finishing breakfast, and sipping on a cup of black coffee. Hizashi sat up on the counter next to the stove watching his lover cook.

"G'morning." you mumbled, wrapping your arms around Hizashi's waist resting your head on his waist and stomach. His hand combing through your hair and rubbing you upper back gently.

"Good morning baby!"

Shota's hand came to wrap around your waist as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple before he continued cooking. "We gotta talk about something while we eat, 'kay baby?" He asked you.

"'Kay," you murmured.

Hizashi lifted your head and held your face in his hands pulling you in for a kiss. You both pulled away and you rested your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and held you close.

"So sleep pretty girl" He whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead, "so pretty," he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses till you started giggling.

Shota watched, smiling to himself, plating the food and putting it on the table. You all went to sit down and eat. Shota took a few bites before speaking.

"Eri can't control her quirk. Anything could happen to trigger her quirk and I'm the only one that can stop it if it does activate. I... I know we have a baby on the way... but I think we should adopt Eri. I wanted to talk to you guys first though."

"We don't really have much room for her right now with the apartment. I'm okay with adopting her, but where is she supposed to stay?" You asked.

"Well, we need to buy a house. And really soon now because of Eri. We can for now tidy up the office and set up a room in there for now. It's mainly just a storage room so if we work on cleaning it out today, we can set up something temporary. And Christmas is in 3 days so we should consider some toys she may want"

"I'll get some toys! I'm good at picking out toys," Hizashi said enthusiastically.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "that'll work for now!"

After breakfast, you and Shota worked on cleaning out the office/storage room while Hizashi bought some presents and gift wrap that would appeal to a young girl. Although you were still working on cleaning, but you were deep in thought, kind of mindlessly organizing and throwing things away.

"Sho?"

He hummed in response, "hm?"

"Do you think Eri will be okay? Will she accept us?"

"I..." he paused, carefully considering his words. "I think she'll be okay. She might need time to get used to us, but from what Midoriya said when he first met her, she was attached to him and mirio when she didn't even know who they were. Just recognizing that they were good people."

You hummed in response this time. Once everything was finished being tidied up, Hizashi had made it back with some toys and a small bed for her temporarily. Shota set up the small twin size bed for her, while you took some time to wrap hers and your lovers presents. By now, it was around 6pm. Eventually, you hear someone knock on the bedroom door.

"You can come in, I did both yours first!"

Shota opened the door, "the hospital called about Eri, she's being released from the hospital tomorrow. She woke up today and they did some testing, just checking to make sure she was okay."

"Okay!" you smiled.

The next day, you and Shota headed to the hospital to pick up Eri. Obviously Hizashi wanted to go but he had to patrol. Plus, he can be overbearing at times. Once you both explained who you were, she relaxed but still seemed timid. She attached herself more to Shota, having recognized him from the fight and realizing that he saved her and Midoriya. She held tight to Shota as you walked back out to the car. When you got back home you and Shota explained that you wanted to adopt her and all sorts of different things. She came around to you pretty easily. You both talked about and showed her pictures of Hizashi which seemed to help her be more comfortable. You helped her change into some comfy clothes that you had gotten her and you all relaxed at home so you didn't overwhelm her.

When Hizashi got home, he tried his best not to scare her. He introduced himself and was smiling softly at her. She seemed to have calmed down a lot quicker with him since he was being silly with her. Eventually he went to go get a shower before coming out for a delicious dinner you had prepared while Shota watched some cartoons with the little blue haired girl.

That night when she started getting sleepy you tucked her into bed, and left the door cracked to her room. You sighed softy, going back out to the living room where your lovers sat, Shota somehow pulled onto Hizashi's lap which was a rare occurance as it was usually the other way around.

"Wanna watch something for a bit before bed?" You asked.

They both agreed and stayed seated where they were. You sat down next to Hizashi, your head in Shota's lap, your hand resting on his thigh. Shota sat sideways, resting his head on Hizashi's, an arm around the latters neck while the other tangled in your hair. One of Hizashi's arms were around your waist, the other around Shota's.

You were all comfortable, relaxing in each other's holds, surprsingly, Shota was the first to fall asleep which is when you decided that it was time to head to bed yourselves. Hizashi lead a half awake Shota to the bedroom and laid him down. You and the blonde joing mere minutes after.

He didn't know what time it was, 2? Maybe 3am? In his hazy state he didn't even realize what woke him up. The city was silent. Did one of you snore too loud and it woke him up? Did something hit the window? Did the cat knock something over? He sat up in bed blinking a few times, looking next to him where he had just been spooning Hizashi who was spooning you, noticing that the cat had been curled up on the pillow that laid in front of you.The black haired man slid out of bed, waking up enough to go investigate what had awakened him. He heard a quiet whimper as he closed the door to your shared bedroom.

He opened the door to Eri's temporary room and noticed she was wollering around in a fitfull slumber, crying quietly. He walked over to her bed, being quiet as possible as to not startle her. He gently brushed his fingers through the girls hair, trying to soothe her. After a few minutes, she startled awake pulling away from him as quickly as she could trying to hide away from him.

"Shhhh, hey, 'ts 'kay. 'm not gon' hurt you," he soothed. She quickly realized it was just Shota and flung herself into his arms. "'ts 'kay." he hummed, pulling his fingers through her hair gently and rubbing her back. "D'ya wanna come sleep with me and y/n and 'zash?"

She nodded against his shoulder, tears slowing down. He carried her back to your shared bedroom, noticing the cat had moved and Hizashi had taken over the space that he had been sleeping in. He sighed quietly, sitting on the bed and laying back with her on his chest. He held her close, trying his best to stay awake till she fell asleep.

In the morning, you had shifted closer, probably trying to stay warm in the cold winter when Hizashi hogged the heavy comforter. Your face was pressed into Shota's neck, an arm loosely wrapped around Eri and your leg over his. He was the first awake, and obviously unable to move. He squeezed his arm out from between you two and slid it around your back, gently rubbing your waist where your sleep shirt had shifted up.

He turned his head carefully and kissed your hairline. He sighed in contentment. He had everything. A beautiful wife and husband, a sweet child, as well as one on the way, and an adorable cat that loved all the attention. His thoughts were interrupted when a quiet whine from the man on your other side sat up, pouting at how he was left out of the cuddle puddle.

"Come 'ere," the black haired man muttered, trying his best not to wake either of you up. "And bring the comforter, Y/n's feet are freezing."

Hizashi smiled, tossing the large blanket over the three of you before sliding behind you and wrapping one arm around your waist, holding Shota's hand where their hands met. The blonde nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and kissed you wherever he could reach.

You moaned lowly, lightly pushing Hizashi off in your still very sleepy state. "'m s'eepin..."

"You're seepin' baby???" Hizashi mocked in a baby voice quietly, nipping gently at your neck.

"Go be 'orny s'mewhere else" you mumbled, pressing yourself impossibly closer to Shota.

He whined, "not horny, just wanna give you attention."

You sighed as he cuddled up closer to you again, easily falling back asleep with the warmth of your lovers around you. And in a few days, Christmas will be here!!!

A/N: Now that I finished this, I realized it was going to be a really long part when I was halfway through since I decided to add the part of Aizawa on the mission to save eri and how Eri became a part of their family and stuff. I personally feel as thought I was everywhere and had no plain set plot. I think that it turned out okay but I think I could've done better. I don't know when I'll have part 5 out honestly cause i struggled to find time to write this part. I will try my best though and I know for a fact that I want to finish this storyline and plot! My next part will probably be of Christmas morning so kinda a little mini story. If anyone has any ideas on what should be a part of part 5, please share!! I can tell where I started getting lazier and lazier and a lot of it I think was from how LONG this part was. I feel like all I'm doing is making that whole morning sickness prominent, and losing ideas of other things to add. Also, I really like angst, so that's probably why if you've read all the parts that you might be questioning why there's so much more anxiety and dread and more sad or depressing kind of themes.

#erasermic #female reader #x reader #yamada hizashi #bnha #mha #my hero academia #polyam relationship #polyamourous #shota aizawa #pt.4 #pregnant

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valentines day

summary: valentine’s day. the day of chocolate hearts, flowers, budding romance, and heartbreak.

WC: 1.7K

warnings: this is clean

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

this is version2 of what i original started with but my break caused me to change it. so maybe in the future my version1 of certain stories might be posted, we’ll see obviously.

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February 14, 1985

The house was quiet, the only noise heard through the structure was the mild volume of the TV. Movies and shows playing their romantic scenes, couples going on dates, a guy running through the rain to get the girl before it’s too late or many other romance gestures Hollywood could think of.

No one was in the house, well except for two people, those two people lounging on the couch just staring at the small screen and it was only two-thirty in the afternoon. Jonathan went out earlier since he planned a who day with Nancy, and said something about going to the next town over for dinner or something. Joyce had to work, as usual, she was basically the only employee at Melvard’s, so you wouldn’t see her until later that day. So it was only you and Will.

Steve called earlier and said he’s being held hostage, metaphorically, but also literally. His parents were in town for a few days and he mentioned something about lunch and his father’s work, so you know he wishes to stab himself to leave that situation. So you wouldn’t see your adoring boyfriend until tonight, dinner plans he step up, not Enzo’s he added.

You asked Will what his plans were when you saw he made himself comfy on the worn brown couch, just lounging in his pj's.

“Mike said he’s hanging with El today, followed by Lucas remembering to make plans with Max, so that’s two couples I don’t want to third wheel today.”

“What about Dustin? He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

His attention moved from the screen to a loose thread he started picking at, “said he was working on a science project or something, and also that he was going with his mom for bingo at her friends.”

You twisted your torso to lean into the cushions, left leg angled on the seat while you face Will, head tilted at his pouting face. You poked a finger into his right thigh for his attention.

“Why don’t we do something? Like we used to do.” It used to be homemade valentine’s day cards with baking brownies or cookies and the final piece, going on a walk down the block and venting to each other.

“Is it only ‘cause Steve can’t come until tonight?” His comment was low, but you heard the sadness in the whispers.

You scooted closer to his, your leg to his thigh, your hands grabbing at his to stop any fidgeting, “Will, you know I love hanging out with you. Just ‘cause I have a boyfriend now doesn’t mean that changes.” With one hand you placed it upon his left cheek and turned his head to completely face you, “you’re my number one guy, always will be. Partners come and go, but my family will come first no matter what.”

You saw his eyes dip away, “hey,” you cooed softly to him, “Will, is something wrong?”

He didn’t even say anything and you knew there was something eating at him, but he was holding back. The only sign was the wetness growing along his lash line, and the tiny bite to his bottom lip.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You moved off the sofa to crouch at his knees, “Will, please, please, tell me if there’s something I can do to help. Or tell me what’s wrong, please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” Your own eyes tearing up and your throat straining.

The tears started to slip from his eyes and down his cheeks, matching stains on both your faces. He still didn’t say anything, only sniffling to stop the snot from dripping. Your fingers drummed along his knees, the physical sign of your nerves.

“Will…”

“I…I like someone…” his voice cracked on the last word, like the thought of them broke his heart.

You released a small sigh, relieved it wasn’t about something horrible, just a middle school crush. Your actions showed your thoughts as you dropped your forehead to rest on your knuckles that still sat on Will’s knees.

“Will…you scared me-” Your light chuckles stopped when you felt his body shaking and looked up to see his face pinched in hurt.

“Will… everything… it’s only a middle school crush.” You tried to comfort him. “You- you don’t… you don’t get it (Y/n).” His stuttered cries cracked your heart.

“Then tell me, explain to me. I was a kid in middle school not too long ago with a crush, I know the pain. I even had elementary crushes, and those hurt me.” A quick flash of middle school you staring longingly at middle school Steve, a kiss shared between you and another girl in your room.

You moved from the floor back to the couch, closer to Will and pulling him in by the shoulders, his head resting on your collarbone. One hand going to tangle in his dark brown strands while the other rubs up and down along his spine to soothe his hiccuped crying.

“Okay, okay. You don’t need to tell me anything right now, but know that you can tell me when you’re ready. I understand the pain of crushes, some of them you can’t have.” His hands clutched at your shirt.

No words were spoken for the next five minutes. Only the sounds of the TV as white noise, Will’s sniffling, quieting, and trailing off as the seconds ticked by. Your hand moved in slow and soothing circles over his shoulder blades while your other hand held the back of his head.

“Do you want some water?” Those were the first words out of your mouth.

Will nodded in acceptance of the offer. You both detangled from each other, limbs sore and bones cracking at the sudden movement. Your footsteps thudded against the hardwood that led into the cool tile of the kitchen. You stood on the tips of your toes and reached for a clean mug before placing it under the faucet. Just as the cup was full and you turned around, the landline blasted its high pitch ringing. A bit of water splashed to the floor due to your jumping at the blaring noise. You exhaled a sigh, placed the mug on the table, and trekked to the ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, beautiful.” His honey-laced voice greeted you.

A smile tugged at your lips, “Hi, Stevie. How are you doing?”

He huffed at the question which caused a giggle to slip from you, “I wanted to stab my ears so I could block out my dad’s annoying voice and comments. But I’m free now, so can I escape my jail and hide out at your place until dinner tonight?”

You twirled the thick cord ‘round a finger, “as much as I would like to see you, Will kinda needs me right now.” You kept your voice low, and you peeked into the living area to look at Will.

“Is everything okay?” Your heart skipped a tiny beat hearing the worry in Steve’s voice at the mention of Will.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing horrible, just something personal. But I’ll- I’ll call you back when you can come over, or maybe you can come over in like…in like two hours. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll bring some extra stuff to stay over.”

“Perfect. I wasn’t planning on having you leave at the end of the night anyway, Harrington.” The last name holds an implication in the tone.

“Oh really, Byers. And why is that?”

“Well-” “Please, god, stop!”

Will was fully facing you from the couch and his face was morphed into a disgusted scowl. You chuckled at his annoyance but knew you should hurry up anyway to get back to him.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, don’t have too much fun without me.”

“That won’t be a problem.” And you hung up.

Will watched you as you came back to the couch, polka-dotted mug in hand.

“So…you wanna- wanna talk about it? Your crush.” Your fingers drummed against the ceramic.

Will took the mug from your grasp and chugged half the fluid before setting it on the table. You weren’t gonna rush him, knowing if you pushed someone in the Byers family to open up, most likely they’ll close themselves off.

So you waited and watched as he picked at the skin around his nails. Saw how his top teeth dug into his bottom lip harshly, blood likely to draw if he went any harder. And just when you were beginning to think he had changed his mind, his voice hiccuped.

“I…I like someone…that someone being...” he started picking harder at his skin, “it’s a- it’s a b-boy…” he trailed off, you almost didn’t hear him with the TV still on.

“Oh. Oh.”

Now you understand his pain and hesitation to tell you. But also you’re just a bit hurt to think he was scared to tell you, you understand where he’s coming from.

“Will, I understand that feeling you’re having. Where your brain is telling you it’s wrong to feel these things for someone of the same sex, but your heart is doing somersaults at just the tiny thought of them, getting to hold their hair, watching them smile at a stupid joke you made, or just looking at you like you’re the only person in the world to them. And- and I know people say it’s wrong an- and immoral or some bullshit that they use religion as an excuse, but there is nothing wrong or disgusting or immoral about loving someone.”

The silence, along with the tones of dialogue in the background filled the space. Your mouth got a bit dry at the end of your speech, need to make sure you got your point across in one go so Will could speak up at any time. You wanted him to ask questions, get those horrible thoughts out of his head and replace them with a new perspective.

“Do you… do you wish you could be normal? Not have these thoughts? I- I know what you went through…when dad was here.” He was looking at you through his lashes.

“Sometimes,” you sighed, remembering laying awake after getting hit by your dad, “but I would never change that about myself. And you should never think about changing yourself just to fit into the norm.”

You held a hand out, palm up with inviting fingers. It took a second, but Will got the message and linked hands with you. He didn’t say anything further, and you didn’t poke for more information. The two of you just sat in the quiet, knowing that the two of you shared something no one else in the family would understand, your bond growing just a bit more that day with each other.

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Well, my Tumblr Peeps.... If you like One Piece and Ussop, I definitely have a definite treat for you😁👍 Recently, I have been having this idea in my head and I ended up having an idea about how to write about Ussop, himself. Anyways, my Tumblr Peeps... Enjoy��🌱🌻🌺

I Need Someone To Talk To ((Adult) Ussop x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Nightmare Comfort, Hugging Mutual Confession(s), and Kissing (only on the forehead) (Warning⚠️: Only brief mentions of death without say the word death😅)

As the newest member of the Strawhats, you also became Ussop's love interest, in first sight. Well, despite of you being very unaware of it, you did develop a crush on him, as well. While he's more clueless about your feelings for him, than you are of his feelings for you, you really enjoyed his sense of humor, his stories, and his hobbies, as he also enjoyed your outer (beauty and/or handsomeness), your kindness for him, and your smile (obviously...).

The both you also enjoyed eachother's company and despite of this and the fact you and Ussop have alot in common, the both of you are also afraid to confess having feelings for eachother. You went to Franky for advice. Franky has made some cute suggestions for you to win Ussop's affection, even though Franky low-key already knows that both you and Ussop have mutual feelings for eachother. As for Ussop, he basically asked Tony Tony Chopper, if Ussop could have a private chat with Chopper, later on that night.

Speaking of later on that night, while you were in your room, you were getting yourself ready for bed, as you put on your favorite comfy pair of pajamas. You then, decided to lay in bed, as you drifted off into your own deep slumber. "I will be having sweet dreams, tonight...", you said to yourself, as you were going to sleep.

Inside your dream had Ussop and the location of his plants, which is on the Sunny (The Strawhats Pirate Ship). The dream was definitely great at first. Both you and Ussop were definitely gardening together, laughing together, and having a wonderful time. However, before you were able to confess to Ussop, there came Buggy and his crew.

The dream has been turning more and more into a nightmare, as Buggy and his crew managed to capture both you and Ussop, so easily, somehow. It's like the both of you were held hostage, as Buggy decided to destroy Ussop's garden that both you and Ussop worked, so hard on, then when Ussop tried to retaliate, Buggy somehow hit Ussop in his neck, as you fear you will lose him... You then woke up screaming, then began to realize you had a nightmare, however you're still traumatized from that nightmare you had, as tears rolled down your face.

Meanwhile, Ussop was having a private chat with Tony Tony Chopper, as Ussop was asking Chopper for some advice pertaining you. "Well, Ussop... I'm not an expert on love, however there's no need to try anything, except one thing..", Chopper mentioned. A confused, Ussop then asked, "What's this one thing I should do, Chopper?", as he's willing to do anything to win you over. Chopper then answered, "If you were paying attention to the signs, the only thing you need to do is confess to (Any Gender Reader Name), that you love (him/her/them), since ((s)he/they) is in love with you too, Ussop. So, to warn you, I also already know the both of you love eachother.", as he was smiling. "Oh. Really...", Ussop replied, then both Ussop and Chopper heard a scream from the other room (which was from your room).

"It must be, (Any Gender Reader Name)! I gonna check on (him/her/them) to see what happened.", Ussop said in concern. Tony Tony Chopper, then replied, "Okay, Ussop. I wish you good luck what happened to, (Any Gender Reader Name). Take good care of (him/her/them), Ussop.". "Gotcha, Chopper!", Ussop replied back before leaving his room to run their your room to check on you.

When Ussop, made it to your room to knock on the door, as he whispered, "Hey, (Any Gender Reader)... It's me... Ussop... I heard your scream and I wanted to see if you're okay and to see if I can help you with what might be going on... I promise I will do my best to try not to push you to tell me or anything...". As you recognize his voice, you opened the door and letted him in your room, as you said, "You may come in Ussop. I really need someone to talk to, anyways... Specifically you, Ussop...", while holding your head down. Before Ussop went in your room he replied to you, as he said, "Okay, (Any Gender Reader Name).", as he sensed that something's bothering you. After you letted Ussop in your room, you gently closed the door that leads to your room.

"Anyways (Any Gender Reader Name), I heard you scream earlier and you seemed to feel threatened, so if there's anything you need and/or anything you feel that's on your mind or heart or maybe both, I will always be there for you. Okay, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", Ussop said, as he gave you assurance. You nodded yes, then proceeded to give him a hug, as you started to sob on his right shoulder. Ussop, then out of instinct, hugged you back, as he said, "Everything is okay now, (Any Gender Reader Name). Whatever happened earlier, I will see what I can do to comfort you.".

You then hugged Ussop tightly and looked in his eyes, as his words felt very comforting for you, as you said, "Well, Ussop... It may sound silly or childish... It's just that... Earlier tonight... I had a scary dream...". Ussop was shocked to hear that you had a nightmare, however he still madesure to be there for you as he said, "Talk about it, as much as you like. No matter how silly or childish it sounds and/or will sound, I will listen to you.", as he started to pet you. You then said, "Well... The dream was good at first... You were in the dream...The both of us were gardening together...laughing together... It's like we were having a wonderful time, Ussop... Before I could tell you how I felt about you... This dream was turning into a nightmare...".

Ussop then encouraged you (without prying anything out of you), as he asked, "Would you like to talk more about it?", then he said, "And take as much time, as you need to, (Any Gender Reader).", as he continued petting you. You then replied, "Okay Ussop. Anyways... The dream actually started turning into a nightmare, when Buggy and his crew captured us and it felt like they're holding us hostage, as Buggy destroyed your garden that we worked, so hard on... The next thing I remember in the dream was when you tried to retaliate and make Buggy pay for what he did to your garden, because there was alot of principle behind it, and even if it wasn't, then still... Then he hit you in your neck, as you ended up passing away on me... I was so... Scared to lose you, then I woke up screaming, then I cried, because this dream, just traumatized me, so much that I don't know what would happen, if I lose you in anyway, especially with you passing away on me!", then you sobbed on the same right shoulder of Ussop's as you hugged him tighter, as he continued petting you and holding you. Ussop then said, "(Any Gender Reader Name). I understand how you feel.", then asked, "Would like to go outside for some air?", as he's offering you, to come outside with him. You then accepted the offer, as you went outside with him.

After the both of you went outside, the both of you were walking as you said, "Hey... Ussop... I'm sorry for hugging you, too tightly, if I did. I just really felt like aside from your your words and hugs... It's that I also felt better from hugging you, as well.", as you apologize to Ussop, as you felt like you hurt him, by accident, physically. He replied, "Its alright, (Any Gender Reader Name). Your tight hugs didn't hurt me at all. Infact, I have dealt with plenty of physically painful and uncomfortable hugs. So, your hugs are harmless. I do promise that.", then smiled at you afterwards. You then actually confessed to Ussop as you explained, "Anyways... I'm not sure, if you ever knew... I just figured I'd tell you this... I really loved, so much about you, Ussop and I really have been having feelings for you for some time... It may sound, too soon or crazy... I just really wanted to tell you this... I'm in love with you, Ussop and I have been longer than I remember to be honest.", then you started blushing. He replied to you, "I'm very happy to hear, (Any Gender Reader Name). I honestly feel the same way about you.". He blushed, as he just realized that the moment you confessed to him, Chopper was right about you about your feelings for him all along.

"Anyways, (Any Gender Reader Name). Would it be alright, if we visit my garden while we're outside?", Ussop asked, as he wanted to makesure you comfortable about first before going there. You then happily replied, "Ofcourse it would be fine, Ussop. I just know I will be safe here, right now, unlike that nightmare I told you about earlier.". Ussop then happily took you to his garden, as we wanted to makesure you're atleast alright with him taking you there first, before he does so.

After both you and Ussop made it to his garden, he then proceeds to hug you from behind leaning near one of your shoulders. As the both of you looked at the garden, as he said, "And you said and thought that it sounded too soon and crazy to tell me this, as you weren't sure, while you were wondering, if I ever knew you really loved, so much about me, and you really have been having feelings for me, then you confessed that you're in love with me and that you have been longer than you remember. Well, (Any Gender Reader Name)... Here's my confession for you... You see, eversince Luffy intoduced us to you and introduced you to us, I fell in love with you in first sight. I just always had my senses that there would be plenty to atleast really like about you. So, (Any Gender Reader Name)... I'm in love with you, too and I will makesure to nothing bad happens to you from now on and I will comfort, whenever you need someone to talk to and if something is bothering you. I will always be there for you, like you are always there for me and that's a promise, (Any Gender Reader Name).", then kisses you on your forehead. Eversince that night of mutual confessions for eachother, both you and Ussop have been together, eversince then.

The End

To be honest... My mind, emotions, gut, heart, and soul compromised for this fanfic. Until an idea popped in my head with working on a fanfic about Ussop, I wasn't expecting to work on a fanfic about him. While he's not 1 of my favorite One Piece characters, he's also 1 of the characters I never disliked nor hated, despite of his flaws. Aside from him being hilarious, I just have my reasons why I like Ussop and I'm sure there are other people who like him and would like to read about him. While I'm not gonna get over confident about this fanfic, however I just feel I made the right decision to work on a fanfic about him for sure. Anyways my Tumblr Peeps... I do hope reading this fanfic about Ussop, makes your day and/or night💭😴💤🌱🌺🪴🌻🌥️⛅🌤️☀️🌞🌙🌛🌝🎑

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