#if I could carry things 20 times my body well. well. lets just say that libraries. would be where'd they go

[samptlay]

To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 11

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship, Chapter 8🖤, Chapter 9🤍, Chapter 10 🖤

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Donuts? The delicious creamy-filled cloud of fluffiness that has you head over heels in love the first time you tried them over 20 years ago? And who would believe that they would show up at your doorstep being carried by your soulmate? Maybe you were exaggerating by calling him that but you two understood each other more than anyone else could. Looking up from the pink box you were staring at for too long, you’re met with crimson eyes pouring into your own, a small smile on the man’s face.

“Do those happen to be for me?” You smile back, opening the door wider to let Ren inside to which he happily accepts the invitation and heads inside before you close the door behind him and take the box from his hands as he removes his slides. “You know I don’t like sugar, so they aren’t for me.” He chuckles while hanging up his keys before you both go to the kitchen.

You set down the box of Sweet Haven on the counter while Ren invites himself to your fridge and grabs a can of root beer, knowing he doesn’t even have to ask since you specifically buy a whole pack for the fridge for him and only him to drink when he comes over. Levi enjoys alcohol and keeps a lot in the house while Ren finds it displeasing, and with how much he comes over, you didn’t want your friend to have anything to sip on during his (often, though not too many since you’re married and it would seem inappropriate) visits.

Just the thought of you going out of your way to buy things for the time you two spend together makes him want to latch onto your body and never let go, and Ren’s sure you wouldn’t mind that much. It’s not his fault you decide to do all this but like you always say, it’s the little things that count.

When he turned around and leaned against the fridge while opening the can, he couldn't help but observe your eyes lighting up at the sweets when you opened the box. Ren found it enduring. Since the box was yours, either way, you just stuffed one in your mouth while turning to him.

“Thanks for being here right now, and for bringing these. I needed company and I have no idea where Levi is.” At your husband's name, you could visibly see Ren's expression harden a bit, and it would have made you giggle any other day but you weren't in the mood for humor and he didn't look as sarcastic as usual.

“So he left you alone on this day, without even letting you know?” You swore you could almost see a blood vessel on his body pop, and immediately felt the need to soothe his concerns. “Right now is hard for both of us, I don't blame him so please call down, he’s dealing with this in his way.”

There you go again, always defending him even though he can see the hurt in your eyes. Ren was about to open his mouth to call him out himself and let you know that you deserve better, (Quite literally, he wasn't going to boost himself but inform you of how he should be here.) However, you opened your mouth again before he could.

“Though, I… He asked for some space from me yesterday night and I didn't want that. I want to be anything but alone right now. You know I don't like distance, I hate it. He should know that I would want to stick together as well, so why..? Do you think he's starting to resent me? Do you think he blames all of this on me? He-”

You fall silent once you look up to see Ren in front of you, one thumb wiping away the tears that have formed in your eyes, oblivious to you. His other arm was unoccupied, made its way to your waist, and held you tight against his chest. He was offering you comfort and you couldn't be more grateful.

“...It wasn't your fault. I'm aware of what you might be thinking right now but believe me. Don't beat yourself up over this it's him, his fault-”

It's all Ren can say at the moment, and he so desperately wished he could say more but his mind was blank if it was any other thought concerning you. Yet you didn't defend or deny what he said, proving it to be true in his eyes. He couldn't stand seeing you like this, your tears were so foreign to him and they broke his heart.

You can feel his broad muscles flex as he still keeps one arm around your waist as he reaches across the counter, grabs a tissue, and slowly brings it to your face, as if not to alarm you. It makes you warm inside, the fact that he's always been so gentle with you. Even as he wipes all the tears away you can feel he's doing it gingerly.

However, it wasn't warm enough for you. You still can't stand touching your stomach without almost gagging, you still can't think about the life lost, your very baby lost at your own hands. Ren knows his warmth isn't enough either when he feels and sees you trembling in his arms and the streams down your cheeks seem never-ending so he sighs and places the tissue down and replaces it in his hand, cradling your face back and forth.

It made you smile a little bit and you were about to apologize for embarrassing yourself like this but only a choked sob came out. You drop your head to his shoulder and everything that's been building up since yesterday pours out of your soul. You knew Ren wasn't judging, you knew he would never think of you negatively in any way and he knew you needed him right now.

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After Ren had carried you to your living room and warmed you up into a blanket, he put on your favorite show and sat beside you. He wasn't reaching out to touch you, though it took everything in him to hold back from doing so every time he heard a sniffle from you.

He wanted to hold you, he really did and Ren knew you wouldn't deny him even if you felt guilty, but the thing is you're still a married woman. So for now he'll settle with being the one to comfort you as you grieve. After an hour, he can hear your soft breath hitting his neck. He recognizes the pattern in your breathing and doesn't even need to look down to know you're asleep. He'll carry you to your bed in a moment and stay in the guest room until you wake up and the two of you could talk again. Ren just has a feeling your husband won’t be showing up any time soon.

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A/N: I'm backk! School's done and I have a lot of time on my hands so expect more updates, at MAX every two weeks (keyword, MAX) I'm sorry for the wait, thank you all for the encouragement to keep writing, otherwise I believe the hiatus would have lasted longer. I love you all. Also, I want to give a special thanks to a bunch of my taglist for always supporting my work and for the encouragement I got from them. They don't realize how much I adore them.

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Borders by @cafekitsune

[bookwyrminspiration]

i hate to say this but. she's so me

FR! Belle was speaking nothing but the truth in this moment. Taking the time to stop and watch the ants, thinking about our own capabilities and limitations and how we compare to nature...she knows what's up

[zeezelweazel]

I beg you make a part 2 of the Wally fic where something happens between her and reader (maybe reader catches Wally in one of the fantasies)

Lia Wälti| Dream Come True|

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I wasn't planning on making a part two but since you guys asked so nicely

Guess who finally entered their 20s :)

Part two of "Fantasise"

TW: fingering, degradation, spanking, choking, strap on use, mention of masturbation

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Lia had to go to training the other day like nothing happened. She tried to avoid you and for the most part she was successful. But of course, she couldn't avoid you forever, you are playing for the same team after all.

Lia stepped into the gym and when she saw it was empty she sighed relieved. That is until she moved further inside the room and saw you on the leg press. Your muscles were shining with sweat and your breathing was heavy from the all the exercise. Your legs were moving up and down slowly and Lia licked her lips as she stood there, ogling you like she was back into one of her fantasies.

"Hey, came to train Lia?" The Swiss woman jolted in surprise when she heard your voice. Lia's brown eyes locked into yours and for a moment she thought she saw something there. She shook her head and smiled politely before she moved on to start training.

After she was done with training Lia packed her things and started moving towards the exit of the gym until she felt you tug on her wrist. Lia turned to look at you and you smirked at her.

"Want to come to my place?" Lia stared at you shocked, simply trying to process your words. The invitation was clear, your voice was flirty and your body language was hinting at one thing only. Lia's cheeks flushed when she remembered what she did last night but all the same, she was confused about where this came from. You've never showed signs of liking her before so why now all of a sudden?

The longer she took to answer the more certain you became of your suspicions. You weren't blind and as someone who's slept with many women you knew the signs of someone being into you.

You also knew Lia, albeit not very well but well enough. Enough to know that all her exes were as interesting as dull dish water. Lia screamed vanilla, not just her perfume, but just with the way she carried herself you could tell this woman has never been properly fucked before. Which is a shame considering how absolutely gorgeous she is with her pretty face and her soft lips and those killer doe eyes that only made you want to absolutely wreck her.

Lia's lips were opening and closing but no words left her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly not expecting you to be this forward. In the end she didn't say anything, she simply nodded and you grinned down at her, like a wolf to a lamp.

Closing the bedroom door softly behind her Lia took a moment to simply take in your room. It was nicely decorated and very much you. Though Lia didn't have much time to appreciate it. Your hands framed her face and her eyes stared up at you. There was this hesitant and curious innocence that you couldn't resist.

Your brought your lips together, the kiss hard but slow, giving her time to relax and get used to it. You pulled her in and Lia threaded her hands through your hair. You dominated the kiss easily and Lia's whimpers were swallowed by your tongue. You manoeuvred your bodies towards the bed and when the back of her knees hit the bed she sat down.

You climb on her lap and press feverish kisses across her neck. Lia sighs and moves her head back to give you more access. Her hands move down to start undoing the buttons of her blouse and you smirk against her neck when you take notice. You let Lia throw away her top and thread her fingers through your hair as you willingly move down to her collarbone. Sneaking your hands around her midsection you unhook her bra and take it off before pulling back to stare at her chest unabashedly.

Lia blushes under your gaze and resists the urge to cover her breasts with her hands. You shakily exhale through your nose as you take her breasts in your hands softly at first before pinching her tight nipples. Lia yelps not expecting the sudden movement. You lean in to press kisses against her jaw while your hands roughly squeeze her tits. Lia gasps when you lick a hot line up to her ear.

"Tell me Lia, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Lia almost chokes on air at your words. There's no way you could possibly know. This is probably some sort of foreplay question, right? But still how is she supposed to answer without telling on herself?

You seem to notice Lia's internal turmoil but you don't say anything to the brunette. You let her think it through while you move down to remove her pants. Lia's head is spinning but she still lifts her hips up to help you remove her pants. You grin when you notice the wet patch on her lacy underwear.

Lia had yet to answer your question but the moment you started slowly removing her panties her mind turned fuzzy with pleasure. The cold air hit her dripping cunt and she bit her lip to confide a moan. She whimpered when you ran a single finger through her folds and she spread her legs just a bit more. You smirked and nipped her neck teasingly.

"Do you think about me fucking you when you touch yourself Lia?"

Lia's eyes went wide and her hand clasped your wrist. If it wasn't for the fact that a new wave of wetness hit your finger you'd think that the brunette didn't like the comment. A deep red blush spread over her face and Lia knew she was absolutely done for. She didn't have the mind to ponder over how you know, just that this fact alone made her so wet.

You moved your fingers up to fondle her throbbing clit and Lia whined all high pitched and needy. Lia noticed how horribly dry her throat is only when she opened her mouth to finally answer your probing questions. She swallowed once and looked you in the eyes before answering.

"Yes." She choked out an answer and you chuckled and teasingly dipped your fingers inside her clenching hole only to pull them away and move up to play with her clit once more. "That's not enough princess. You know what I want to hear."

Lia whimpered and threw her head back, face flushed a deep red at your relentless teasing. She took in a few deep breaths to collect herself.

"I-I think about you tying me up and-" Lia's voice closed up when you shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy without warning. You brought your free hand up to play with her breasts and it was getting almost impossible for Lia to think, much less answer your question.

"Go on baby, finish that thought."

Your strict but sweet tone send a shiver up Lia's spine and the Swiss woman has to fight with herself to form a coherent sentence.

"I think about you tying me up and fucking me while you're choking me." Your eyes visibly darkened at Lia's words and you resisted the urge to just push her on the bed and fuck her senseless. You lean in and after a strong bite on her neck you slowly kiss towards her ear.

"Let's make your dreams come true then."

You pull back, removing your mouth and your fingers from Lia, leaving the brunette alone and desperate. Lia sits on the edge of the bed waiting for you to come back. With you busy searching the closet it doesn't take long for the Swiss to get impatient. Lia slowly drags a hand down her body and runs a single finger through her folds. Her mind almost starts to wander on its own but before Lia can sneak a finger inside a harsh slap on her thigh makes her jolt. Her eyes snap open and they first meet your furious eyes before sliding lower to land on the big appendage between your legs.

Lia gulpes at the sight of the big cock in front of her face. She's imagoned you fucking her many times but this is the first time she's actually seen such a big strap. Now she's not so sure she can take it. Before Lia can voice her worries she feels yet another slap, this time on her sensitive clit. Lia yelps and her legs snap closed as you thread your other hand into her hair and tug her down until Lia falls on her knees.

You could moan just at the sight of her like this with her pretty doe eyes looking up at you, legs splayed open just a little on the cold floor and hands behind her back. Your hand moves from her hair down to her jaw and your thumb glosses over her pretty lips.

"Open your mouth like the good little slut you are."

Lia hesitantly does as you ask, not really knowing what to do from there. You grin at her innocence before taking the cock in your hand and slowly stroke it. You push the head of the cock against Lia's lips and the brunette whimpers slightly. Slowly she presses small kisses on the cock head before moving lower and back up again.

You use your free hand to guide Lia to take the cock in her mouth. Lia moans around the shaft as your hand tugs on her hair and forces her to take more. Lia gags and immediately recoils, the brunette panting on the floor with saliva dripping down her chin. You pat her cheek reassuringly when she pouts up at you.

"Don't worry, I'll train your whore mouth to take all of my cock."

Lia moans and gets up again to push her lips against yours for a feverish kiss. Lia groans against your lips and you take the chance to push your tongue in her mouth. You two slowly move up the bed and Lia's hands desperately pull at your top. You pull back and take your shirt off only to push Lia down before she gets the chance to touch you. You reach on your drawer and pull out a set of handcuffs. Lia smirks and cheekily puts her hands up above her head ready for you to finally tie her down.

You smile at the brunette's newly found confidence and pull a black pair of leather handcuffs from your bedside table. You secure her hands on the bedpost and make sure the Swiss is comfortable before moving your head down to bite and suck on her neck. With her hands tied Lia is unable to push your head lower towards her aching heat so she's left squirming against you. As a result Lia receives a sharp slap on the side of her thigh that only makes her wetter. She whimpers when you take a nipple in your mouth and suck. Her head is dizzy, mind spinning in pleasure when you bite down on the tender flesh of her breast.

All the different sensations drive her crazy and she's so out of it she gasps when you run your cock through her folds. Lia throws her head back when you try to push the head in and she tries to relax to accommodate the sheer size of it but it doesn't seem to be working. Lia moans loudly at the stretch when the head pushes past her entrance but after a few minutes of you shifting your hips and pushing in slowly Lia whines loudly in frustration.

"I can't take it. It won't fit." You move one of your hands from her waist to the column of her throat and squeeze until Lia's eyes snap closed. You chuckle and thrust your hips forward, hard and deep, as you watch Lia's pussy swallow more of your cock.

"You will take it. Fuck, that's it baby, you take my cock so well." Your hips keep moving as you slowly start upping the pace. Your thrusts turn from deep and hard to fast and shallow while you work Lia's tight cunt open. Lia is left to thrash hopelessly on the bed, her tightly clasped hands not allowing much movement. The brunette couldn't make loud sounds due to the pressure from your hand, still steady on her throat.

With a steady pace the fake dick keeps pushing farther in and Lia's head spins from the stretch, accomodating the pain mixed with pleasure. With a particularly harsh thrust and a high pitched breathless moan from Lia you finally bottom out and you groan, putting both of your hands on her hips and grinning down at her. Lia opens her eyes, chest heaving with deep breaths and her eyes lock with your before following your line of sight. Lia moans softly when she's greeted with a soft bulge on her lower belly. Your hands stroke over her abs and you groan when you feel your cock nestled deep inside the midfielder.

"Fuck, Y/N, please." Lia started rolling her hips against yours, desperate for you to start moving again. Your fingers squeezed her hips and you leaned down for one final kiss before you begun pounding into her once more.

Without your hands restricting her airways Lia is now moaning freely and you almost groan at the pornographic sounds that leave the normally quiet woman. You groan at the beautiful sight of the woman under you almost shaking from the pleasure. Lia can barely form any coherent words but you can make out pleas and sounds that remind you too much of your name. Lia's thighs begin to shake and you feel your own orgasm approaching fast.

"You're so beautiful. That's it come for me pretty girl."

You try to push Lia closer to the edge by bringing one of your hands to rub at her clit in short and fast circles. Lia tugs at the restraints harshly and you know that if her hands were free she'd be raking her fingernails down your back.

"I'm gonna -" the words barely leave Lia's mouth before the Swiss blacks out as her whole body shakes. Your hips keep moving as your high approaches quickly and you feel yourself getting close. The picture of Lia lying beneath you with a fucked out expression is enough to push you over the edge. The orgasm racks through your body and you fall limp on Lia. You take a few moments to collect yourself before you push of the midfielder and slowly remove the strap. Lia whines quietly and tugs at her wrists once, you quickly get the message and take off the handcuffs. She sighs and stretches on the bed, finally able to move her body freely. You grab some lotion and rub it on her wrist softly and Lia tries not to blush at how soft and gentle you're being.

Lia has never done this before. Not really knowing what this is that's going on between you, but as far as Lia is concerned you aren't supposed to cuddle in bed and laugh until the late hours of the night with your supposed one night stand.

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[jeon-ify]

thoughts - choi san ft. mingi (part 2)

a/n: idk girl… i kinda want mingi to fuck her with tied up san and make him watch 😩

warnings: mean!dom mingi, sub!tied up san, swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, squirting, mingi fucks reader in front of san, spit play, face slapping, degradation, titty slapping, etc. if i missed anything lmk !

enjoy! not proofread :)

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the 2 weeks went by extremely fast, considering how you’ve spent it with san the entire time— in and out of his dorm. you felt guilty, but he was filling that void for you.

the drive to the airport felt like a dread. you wanted mingi to come back, honestly. but you didn’t want to go back to the vanilla sex that you’d been having with your boyfriend from this point on. you pull into the lane with doubt, maybe he’s upped his sex game, maybe he doesn’t want sex anymore. you think about ways to bring up the topic, but it just doesn’t flow.

you swerve into the lane to wait for mingi. after 20 minutes, you get out of the car and wait in the airport lobby for him. he arrives shortly, running to hug you and seeming so tired after working so hard. he wanted to surprise you with his project, but the last thing that was on your mind throughout those two weeks were what he was doing in japan.

“my baby, i missed you so much! how was japan?” you exclaim. he hugs you tightly, kissing you all over your face. your heart ached before him, not knowing how to handle the guilt.

how could you?

“it was so great, but i missed you so much, y/n.” he relaxes his head on your shoulder through the hug, your body warmth making him sleepy.

you carry his backpack and take his duffles to the car as he follows you out. he sits beside you, turning up the radio and listening to your playlist. “what’d you do while i was gone? we barely spoke.”

his head turns to face you as he questions you. it feels like you’re being convicted of a felony, your heart falls to your ass as you try to come up with a lie. he watches your breathing change and your face flush with red.

“honestly i was super bored. i…” you pause, taking in a deep breath and chuckling before continuing your bullshit, “don’t know how i managed. how was your filmmaking? was it exciting?”

he stays quiet, his face straight, plastered with suspicion.

“it was exciting, thanks. what’d you do the day i left? yeosang said you stopped by. what was that about?” you literally cannot come up with anything else, so you decide to ‘tell the truth’.

“i was bored so i hung out with wooyoung and jongho for a little bit but then i went home, why?” you reach a red light as mingi grabs your thigh, squeezing tightly. he squeezes almost too tight that it begins to hurt.

“mm, but they weren’t at the house, y/n. what were you doing there?” he looks out the window, trying to think of what he’ll do when you confess and make it easier so he’s not worried about if you’re cheating or not— he’d just know. he hopes he’s wrong, though.

“n-no. mingi, you’re hurting me.” he squeezes your inner thigh as the car swerves just a little bit out of the lane. you feel like he’s gonna rip a chunk of your thigh off of you, tears welling up in your eyes.

“yeah? it didn’t hurt me when i heard you on the phone fucking san? do you think i’m stupid, y/n? i told you not to go near san, didn’t i?” you fall silent as your ears begin to ring.

he knew.

but san didn’t say anything?

but he heard your voice.

“fucking answer me,” he brings his hand up to your throat to cut off your airways as a threat to make you speak.

“y-yes,” you gasp. you literally feel like your body gave up on you as your limbs all fall numb into mingi’s touch.

“why are you fucking my friends? the one friend i told you to fucking stay away from. he’s married, hm? you’re home-wrecking, darling. are you a whore? are you san’s whore?”

“n-no, mingi, please,” you moan. he lets you go as you pull into the driveway of your home, seeing a familiar car parked in the front.

leaving all his luggage in the trunk, he slams the door closed as he goes to open your door. he pulls you out by your wrist, slamming the door shut behind you and dragging you into the house. you stop in your tracks when you see a familiar pair of shoes on the doormat.

“keep walking.” he demands. your legs shake in fear and somehow, arousal. mingi has never been this rough with you, and somehow it sends a shock down to your core.

you slowly walk over to your shared bedroom, opening the door and seeing what you thought you’d never see— san on your bed.

you stop and stare at the man on mingi’s side of the bed. he’s sat up straight with his hands tied behind his back, his feet tied together, and a black piece of duct tape on his mouth. a layer of sweat envelopes his toned torso, his black hair slowly moves with every breath he takes. the silver chain he wears is now covered in beads of sweat as the veins in his neck become more prominent. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to bounce on his dick at that given moment.

you feel mingi’s chest press against your back as his hand moves to wrap itself around your throat. he feels your heartbeat through your neck, gulping in fear.

“what’s wrong, baby? cat got your tongue?” his deep voice grumbles in your ear. his teeth graze against your ear, sending chills down your body.

“m-mingi, what’s going on?” you shake and try to break away from mingi’s grasp, not breaking eye contact with the man tied up on your boyfriend’s side of the bed.

“you thought i wouldn’t know if you were whoring around with my friends? i’m many things, but i’m not stupid.” he lets go of you, shoving you further into the room and closer to san.

you hear san whimper, his head thrown back in irritation from how he can’t fuck you into oblivion in front of your boyfriend.

san loved so many things about you— but what he loved the most was how turned on he gets whenever you get helpless. you’re like a brainless whore he wants to fuck over and over— just for him to use.

it’s almost like a continuous battle between the two— and hopefully, your boyfriend would win. you’re rooting for him.

san groans something that you make out to say “take this off,” but he’s enjoying every minute of it. he feels like he’s gonna cum in his pants from the way mingi is undressing you.

mingi takes your sweats off first, then proceeds to taking off your tanktop. you gasp and try to cover your chest as he takes your bra off with only one hand. when he sees your hands fly up to cover yourself, he pins your wrist between his large hands.

“let’s not act all modest now, y/n.”

he proceeds to sliding your soaked panties off, a string of arousal connected to your pussy makes mingi groan, and san’s eyes roll.

mingi pulls you by your hair and bends you over the dresser in front of san. he stands beside your bare body, staring at san through the reflection of the mirror. both of their breaths pick up at the sight, mingi glaring at san and watching him stare at his naked girlfriend.

“i’m gonna ask you once, y/n. is he better?” mingi challenges you in answering the question you fear your life to answer. of course san was better at sex, but you’d never admit to your boyfriend.

“fuck! no, please—“ you feel your legs weaken as mingi plunges two fingers into your sopping cunt, not giving you the chance to answer his question. he lands a sharp slap onto your cunt, making your body shiver.

“no?” his fingers move quickly, feeling the way you’re about to cum all over his fingers. he feels you sucking him in and clenching around his long fingers, so he pulls out before you could release.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry, mingi.” your breath hitches as you cry out in desperation for a release— and a hint of guilt. you literally feel like karma is biting you in the ass, no matter how pleasured you are.

with your juices all over his middle fingers, mingi’s tall and lean figure walks over to san and rips the tape off of his face. san winces in pain, a smirk plastered all over his face. a soft red tint blankets his skin as he takes in a deep breath and licks his puffy lips.

“open— there you go. taste my girlfriend’s cum all over my fingers.” mingi groans— impossibly but somehow possibly— growing harder at the action of his friend sucking your precum off his fingers.

“she tastes phenomenal, mingi. you’ve missed out.” san breathes out deeply after mingi releases his fingers with a pop. you watch the entire scene happen before you, your thighs clenching with need. you’re taken aback when mingi grips the back of san’s head, forcing him to stand up straight.

“y/n, come here.” you follow his command weakly. you immediately fall to your knees before the two men, legs shaking as mingi moves the strand of hair that delicately falls on your forehead. he makes you seem so innocent, but he knows, and so do you and san know, that that is far from what you are.

san watches as you drool before your boyfriend. “open your mouth, pretty girl,” san speaks up as he lands a wad of spit onto your tongue. you swallow with pride, watching mingi glare at the encounter before him.

“you just open your mouth to anyone, mm?” mingi is upset, but san is so fucking turned on, he literally feels like he’s gonna explode.

you (un)intentionally unzip mingi’s pants, looking san in the eyes. you pull the band of his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, just for you to claim into your throat. you lick a long stripe up the length, not breaking eye contact with san as you so whore-ishly suck on your boyfriend’s cock.

“thinking of me, butterfly? remember me when you fuck him, ‘kay?” the man says as you take mingi’s entire length into your mouth, the aching tip touching the back of your throat making your eyes water.

as his hand starts forming a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down, san wishing he can break free from the restrains on his hands. he so badly wants to pull out his painful cock and start stroking himself before the both of you.

“mingi, you’re so big. how’s she gonna take you?” san questions, his breath hitching and deepening.

“she’s been stretched out enough. i’m sure you’re loose now from all the dick you’ve been taking while i was gone, yeah?” he pulls you off of his length to throw you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

you gasp at the action, san’s head turning to face you as he whines.

“please, untie me. wanna cum so bad.”

mingi ignores his friend’s cries, moving down to spit on your abused cunt. he slides his tank top off, throwing it somewhere in the room as he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. a sign of care slightly shows in mingi’s eyes, but the way he plunges his cock so hard into you immediately blocks out the kind gesture he gave you. your legs jolt at the powerful and radical thrusts that mingi gives you, crying out for mercy.

“fuck, mingi sl-slow down! it hurts,” you’re not sure if you want him to stop, but it hurts so good.

he lands a painfully sharp slap onto your right tit, making you wince out in pain and pleasure.

“yeah? but you can fuck san for days and not say anything? who’s hurt, darling? which one of us is really hurt?” you feel so fucking guilty. your eyes well up in tears as you try to apologize, because mingi’s given you nothing but love, respect, support, and most of all, he understood you the way no one else could.

how could you do something so terrible to him?

“i’m sorry! i’m so fucking sorry-“ you’re reaching your orgasm, cumming on the base of mingi’s cock. he feels you clenching around him as his thrusts come to a slow. his hand rubs on the red area on your chest, leaving a kiss on the irritated spot.

“yeah? how sorry? use your words,” his deep voice is so beautiful, it almost makes you cum again from the way he’s talking in your ear.

“f-for fucking your friends, i— fuck, please—“ you cry out.

while san watches, a spot on his pants becomes a darker shade, indicating that he literally came in his pants. he’s been moaning and whining and whimpering, all while mingi fucks you senseless.

“listen to me, hyung. if you ever get near my girl again, i’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?” mingi doesn’t face san, nor does he blink. he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he pounds into you deeply, hitting your cervix over and over, making you squirt around him and staining his sheets. his hand caresses your cheek as his warm minty breath fans into your face. his eyes roll to the back of his head, listening to your cries.

san doesn’t answer. instead, he groans and tries to wriggle his hands out of the restraints. he watches his friend fuck you hard, wishing it were him. he’s fucked you all 14 days, he just can’t get enough.

neither can mingi— as he licks up the tears that flow onto your cheeks.

“why are you crying, hm? do you feel sorry for being a slut behind my back?” mingi’s faux concern masks his lust, making you clench around him for the fourth time tonight.

“you’re clenching me so tight, oh my goddd, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pulls out before you can cum around him, standing up to untie san.

“fuck, thank you, mingi.” san hurries to take his pants off and stand before you, stroking his painfully hard cock. mingi watches as san gets off on his own girlfriend, not understanding how he hasn’t killed him yet for looking at you.

“you can fuck her, and don’t hold back. she likes it hard.” mingi speaks up, making your heart drop to your ass as you’re about to cheat on your boyfriend again, in front of him.

“m-mings—“ you’re silenced by san’s hand around your mouth as he immediately plunges his long and familiar cock into your wet, stretched out pussy. he pounds into you almost in an animalistic manner, making your vision cloud and your stomach clench from the painful orgasm.

“don’t call out for him, i’m the one fucking you, look at me.” he groans out as he grabs your chin, forcing you to watch him fuck you again.

mingi sits where san was, jerking off his long and hard length from how hot it was that you were so helpless and ‘innocent’ from fucking someone else.

“slap her.”

san lands a sharp slap on the left side of your face, grabbing your jaw and moving you back into place just to slap you again.

he repeats the action one more time as you slap him back. his thrusts stop. feeling disrespected and taken aback, san thrusts into you harder as your body jolts and shakes. you squirt again, all over san as mingi whimpers and groans from beside you.

“shit! i’m cumming, fucking cumming, mingi. where—“ you whine out again, mingi standing up and reaching his orgasm as well.

“me too, fuck— cum on her tits, all over her.”

“cum all over me, please—“ you whine out with a dry throat while both men release their load all over your chest, even on your chin.

“so much cum, just for my bitch, yeah?” mingi groans breathily as you nod for him in response.

san walks away to clean up and put his clothes on in the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“go near that fucker again, i’ll kill the both of you in a heartbeat. am i clear?” he says with a doe eyed smile as if he was a puppy, planting a kiss on your plump lips.

“y-yes.”

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i—

my god.

[slytherinshua]

PIGGYBACK

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. shotaro x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i'm so tired of there being no taro fics like omg my baby deserves more 💔 but this time the taro bias is taroing 🫡

“But they’re sore!” Shotaro’s whines were almost incessant as you walked back home. You had assumed that your pro-dancer boyfriend would be more than fine to go on a hike with you given how nice the weather was. It would be a waste to just stay at home. The hike was mostly pleasant, but walking home was when he started complaining about how sore his legs felt.

“We’re almost there, you’ll be fine!” You continued to drag him, pulling his hand that clung quite tightly to yours as if it was the only thing keeping him from completely toppling over on himself.

“Just 1 piggyback ride? Please?” He tugged at your hand, digging his feet into the ground, determined to not walk any further.

You stopped and looked back at him skeptically, “You want me to carry you?” 

He nodded eagerly, “I seriously can’t do another 20 minutes.” 

“And you trust me to be able to carry you?” You asked. He just grinned at you and nodded his head, already making ways to get on your back. 

It was hard to say no to him, even though you were unsure about the idea. You did feel a little bad about dragging him on the hike when he had told you his muscles were sore from dance practice. You let him hop on your back without another word of protest, adjusting to the feeling of his entire body weighing on you. It wasn’t quite as bad as you expected, and with him wrapping his arms securely around your shoulders, you continued walking.

“You know, you’re kind of childish sometimes.” You muttered, heaving Shotaro up a little when he started to slip.

“I know.” He giggled.

“You seem extremely happy about this situation, don’t you?” You huffed, feeling your arms start to ache slightly. You were more than halfway to home now, though. You would be able to make it.

“It’s comfortable.” He smiled, his voice coming out a little softer. He rested his head on your shoulder and let his eyes flutter closed. Though it was hard for you to look at him, you felt his body relax further, a sure signal of his tiredness that you knew all too well. Shotaro tended to have a lot of energy and then crash suddenly.

“It’s not even 2 o’clock, Taro. Don’t fall asleep yet.” You nudged him, walking up to the turn onto your street. You were relieved to be almost there. Shotaro looked light, but with the muscle he worked hard to build, he was heavier than he seemed. You were feeling the strain of carrying him for 20 minutes by now, but you didn’t have it in you to complain.

He mumbled sleepily about something that you didn’t quite catch. You wondered how someone who was so exuberant about getting a piggyback just a short time ago could be this drowsy now. You could already predict that he would want to nap with you once you reached home. 

Shotaro was the type to get clingier the more he clung, and you had learned to keep your hugs short unless you wanted them to turn into long cuddling sessions. Since a piggyback ride was basically Taro hugging you like a koala from behind, it was almost inevitable that he would complain about being separated from you again.

Once you opened the door to your house, Shotaro slipped off your back easily. As soon as you both had discarded your coats and shoes he was already dragging you up the stairs, flopping on the bed as soon as possible, pulling you so that you landed on top of him a second later.

You laughed at how eager he was to sleep, closing his eyes as soon as his body hit the mattress; but lying on top of Shotaro was one of the most comfortable places in the world, and within a couple of minutes you could feel yourself getting drowsy as well. Shotaro hugged you tightly, ensuring that you stayed as close to him as possible. He was asleep within minutes, leaving you to listen to his steady heartbeat and soft breathing as they lulled you to your dreams as well.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

pairing: denki kaminari x reader

word count: 1.7k words

content warnings: piss kink/watersports, degradation, praise, hard dom denki, nicknames (baby, babe, good girl, whore), unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), mentions of facefucking, possessive denki

both the reader and denki are in their mid to late 20s and are in an established relationship! they love each other so much, it's kind of gross! but their piss kink is grosser! PLEASE CHECK THE PREVIOUS CONTENT WARNINGS AND THREAD CAREFULLY BEFORE CONTINUING. / MDNI!

plus to the people who were saying i should give in and write about how denki has a piss kink i hope you guys like it, i've spent hours writing it asdfghjk

anyone who knows your boyfriend could have a good guess that he'd be pretty kinky, and they'd be right. denki's flirtatious attitude and the way he carries himself is a dead giveaway. that's how you had a good idea on how kinky he is before you started dating and just how kinky he could be, but luckily you're just the same. even at the beginning your sex life together was kinker than most. denki has always leaned more on the dominate side which is good for you because you've always considered yourself a sub. you've tried switching dynamics once or twice but it never works out well, one minute denki's tied up and you're ordering him not to touch you and the next he's broken out of his ties and flipped you around so you're below him and he's getting you to beg for him.

one night things changed and a new kink got added frequently to your sex life, a kink that denki never told you he had and one you were unaware that you had as well. at least once a week at some point while fucking piss is involved somehow and it started two months ago.

"holy shit babe, you're so hot," denki groans while smirking down at you. he's got you in a mating press and he's most definitely leaving bruises where he's holding onto the back of your plush thighs.

you whine as you become overstimulated, you feel like denki's been fucking you all night, it feels so good and you've already came three times and you have a feeling he's not going to stop until that's doubled. "ffffuck it's too much, please," you whimper while denki grins as he sees the tears running down your face.

"you can take it baby," he kisses you on the cheek and gives you a particularly hard thrust causing you to shriek and him to laugh.

"don't be s'mean," you turn your head away from him and bury your head into the pillows.

denki slows his thrusts, "hey, hey, look at me baby," he asks you gently. you turn your head back towards him and you see him looking at you sweetly and smiling softly. "that's my good girl. you okay pretty?" you hum and nod your head, still sniffling a bit. "need words babe."

"i'm okay denki, i promise," you tell him while continuing nodding.

"good girl," denki tenderly strokes your thigh and places a kiss there, "tell me if you're not," he mumbles against your soft skin.

after he checks in on you his thrusts speeds up again. he removes one of his hands from your thighs and rests it on his shoulder. denki moves his hands up the side of your body, purposely tickling you lightly, causing you to try and squirm away from him and his actions which are causing him to chuckle. he goes to pinch your nipple hard and he considers going over to his wardrobe where he keeps all his sex toys to fetch nipple clamps but he currently can't bring himself to leave your warm and wet pussy. that's when he decides he needs to pee, his pace only gets more rough and precise. "i need to take a piss babe," he moans through all the hickeys he's leaving down your neck.

you start moving your arms so you can lift yourself up and let denki go to the bathroom but he pulls you back. "i didn't tell you to move, did i?"

your eyes widen as you realise what he means. "yeah?" he lowers his voice, sending shivers down your spine and silently asking for permission.

you reply back a breathy, "yeah," curious to know exactly what denki has install. he grins at you wide. then he groans, loud. you didn't know what to expect but it wasn't him stilling inside you and pissing in you. you didn't know what it would feel like having someone pee in you but you really liked it. warmth filled your body like when denki cums but more, you feel the pressure hitting inside your pussy and you feel it spilling down your thighs and the bottom of your ass.

it's humiliating but it feels so good especially when you're hearing the noises your boyfriend is making who is obviously enjoying it just as much as you are as he groans and moans. "you're so perfect babe. the best, so sexy," he grips even tighter on your thighs and starts his fucking you again, this time his pace is more sloppy and not as steady. it doesn't take either of you very long to cum after. you hold each other close and he caresses you. "amazing?"

"amazing." you respond, playfully biting his shoulder lightly, he yelps and rubs his shoulder feigning severe pain. "love you denki."

"love you too," he draws you closer to him so you're laying on his chest.

the next time you experiment with piss in the bedroom was a week after, when you've been to a party together and kaminari wasn't happy with you. he's not particularly a jealous boyfriend but when you've purposely ignored him all night and talked to shinsou, he got pissed. it took him so long to get hitoshi to warm up to him yet shinsou is already smiling and you're laughing at something he said. he knows you're doing it on purpose, using his friend who he hardly sees anymore because of their conflicting schedules to aggravate him, and it's working. by the time you arrive home denki is pulling you into the house and giving you a look that makes your whole body tingle.

denki doesn't even say anything which is unusual for him, you know you've gotten to him. he leads you both into the bedroom and starts taking off his belt, your eyes immediately flick down, wanting him so bad. you want nothing more than to take off his black jeans and suck his dick. denki is still mad but a smirk creeps on his face as he sees the hunger in your eyes. he grabs your chin and makes you look at him, "such a greedy whore, huh? want my cock that much? couldn't wait until when we got home, needed attention so bad you'd flirt with my friend," he sneers at you.

you shake your head quickly, "no, no. it wasn't like that denki, i wasn't flirting," you try and tell him. he knew you weren't but he didn't care.

"betcha any cock would do. right?" his grip on your chin tightens and his stare hardens.

"just you, you. only you. only want your cock. only want you," you beg him to listen.

"i love you," you say quietly. he beams as he hears you say what he wanted you to say, about how you love him, moving his hand to cup your cheek in a delicate manner and starts kissing you, biting your bottom lip, gently, giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth against your own tongue. he kisses you until he's satisfied for now and pulls away from you, making you whine wanting to kiss him more, he laughs at how needy you are.

he pushes you down by your shoulders, "you know what to do babe," he winks at you and you giggle.

you cheekily respond "yes sir," in a tone that some army solider would say while following orders from a higher up. denki laughs and rolls his eyes, pushing you down harder.

as you sink to your knees you undo his jeans and kisses his inner thigh making him blush but you're none the wiser pulling down his boxers. you get more comfortable on the floor and take him in your mouth. it's always a struggle to fit all of denki's cock in your mouth, he teases you about it every time but he loves hearing the gagging noises you make when you try. that's one of reasons why he enjoys facefucking so much, hearing you gag, seeing tears constantly streaming down your face while you're trying desperately to keep up and make him feel good. currently you're in control though, still occasionally gagging.

"you're going to swallow," denki tells you which confuses you because denki never cums so early, ever, and you always do swallow when he cums. that wasn't what he was talking about though. warm liquid which you now realise is piss fills your mouth, you probably should have understood what he meant about swallowing a second ago but it's too late now as it quickly fills your mouth. you swallow as you've been told to do although some drips out your mouth. it happened all so quickly and the taste lingers for a couple of seconds. afterwards you're in a daze and extremely turned on. denki takes his cock and wipes it on your face, grinning as he sees your glazed over expression.

he picks you up gently by your arms, helping you stand up and keep stable. as you start to get stabilised, you reach to denki's shirt trying to take it off, he's momentarily shocked by your rushed behaviour but smirks. "yours are coming off first," he murmurs in your ear making you shiver, before he takes off your clothes so quickly it would be a surprise if they didn't rip in the process. he moves you down so you're laying on the bed and teases you about how maybe he should keep his shirt on, causing you to pout. "awe, with that face who am i to be able to deny you." he sniggers, takes his shirt off and moves above you. some of his hair falls down over his face now that he's hovering over you, you lift a hand up to correct his hair and tuck if behind his ear but he catches your hand and kisses the back lovingly. "you've been so good for me tonight baby, now you get your reward," he eases his dick inside slowly, both of you moan.

[lilypadeater]

request!

could you do a Rick grimes smut where it’s sorta forbidden that they be together (age gap)

and reader is very sweet and hyperfeminine while Rick is moody and rugged

then one evening the reader thought she was alone, but then Rick ends up watching and catching her touching herself, then smut ensues 🤭

Darlin’

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- (Request)

Content Information: +18, MDNI, age gap (20 and 40s) Cussing, Smut, masturbating, p in v, unprotected, kissing, flirting, smoking, a lil angst, Unedited

The Georgia sun beat down on Rick's body as he lifted a dead walker into a truck. His body was damp from all the hard work he had been doing, from carrying hay bales to shooting walkers. You had your eyes set on him the moment he stepped foot on the farm. Something about him drew you in, capturing your heart and your mind. Currently, you were watching him load up the bodies of some walkers to burn from the safety of your kitchen window.

You rested your jaw on you hands and twirled the ribbon in your hair, daydreaming about him while he worked outside. Lost in thought, you didn't realize Maggie had entered the kitchen. She let out a sigh of annoyance when she noticed you were leaning out the window and gawking at Rick. Her frustrated voice snapped you out of your trance, "Are you kiddin' me? Again y/n? He's twice your age, get away from the window and stop starin' like a cat in heat."

You'd always try to sneak a peek at him as often as you could, but it was impossible to do without getting caught a few times. Maggie, your older sister, was always the one to detect it. She disapproved of your 'little crush,' but helped you keep it secret. If your father found out, he'd probably shoot Rick, and his group would be guaranteed an eviction.

Turning away from the window, you giggled, "Oh come on, Mags. I was just admiring the hard work he does for the farm. Don't act like you've never ogeled at that Glenn boy."

Maggie rolled her eyes, clearly displeased with your behavior. "Glenn's around my age. Just get your ass back to work, those dishes ain't clean," she huffed and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

After finishing the dishes, you had to go outside and feed the horses. Dusk was approaching and you were eager to finish all your tasks so you could find Rick. He always seemed irritated or busy, so you tried not to bug him. When you occasionally got the opportunity to talk to him, you always attempted to flirt. You were jittery and nervous around him, so it never came out the way you wanted it to. 'Accidental' hand brushes and small compliments were the furthest you were ever able to get, and you weren't even sure if he caught on.

Rick was helping Hershel fuel up the truck when he saw you head to the stables. His eyes traveled from the ribbon in your hair to the the hem of your short sun dress. You were perfect in his eyes. The sound of your soft voice was sweeter than honey, and the way you'd look at him with your big doe eyes enamored him. He could see how desperate you were for his attention in those pleading eyes, and it turned him on. Sometimes you'd even try and touch his hands, sending a rush of electricity to him. As much as he wanted to give into you, he knew things wouldn't end well for either of you if anyone found out. 'But that's only if anyone found out.'

The horses chowed down on their grains while you cleaned the stables up. Daryl had done most of the dirty work, so you were just organizing things. You were thinking about Rick the whole time, trying to figure out what you'd say to him if you ran into him. Most of the time it was small talk, followed by your unsuccessful flirting.

The stall doors creaked open as you stepped out, finally finished with your chores. It was almost night, so everyone had made their way to the house for dinner. 'Everyone except him,' when you spotted Rick smoking a cigarette on the porch. He seemed to be lost in thought and didn't bother acknowledging you when you approached him.

"Hey," you quietly greet, interrupting his focus.

Rick turned his head to you and grumbled, "Hey" before taking another drag from his cigarette. He took a second glance at you, his eyes lingering at your legs.

"Can I try?" You blurted, curiously looked at the cigarette.

He hesitated for a moment before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. "Nah, they ain't any good for you," he answered smugly.

Your eyes shifted away from him in embarrassment from the rejection. He peered down at you and lifted your chin so you'd look at him. The sudden contact surprised you and met his mesmerizing blue eyes with your widened ones. His other hand snaked around you and pulled you closer to him.

Your heart was racing as you both hungrily stared into each other eyes. He tilted your head up and pulled your mouth to his in one swift motion. His hand traveled to the back of your neck and it sent shivers through your body. You wrapped your hands around his torso, pushing him against your body. The taste of the bitter tobacco filled your mouth as his tongue slipped through your lips. It made the kiss even more addictive.

After a few more moments of intertwining your tongues, Rick pulled away and held your waist. He breathlessly whispered, "That's what a cigarette tastes like, darlin'." His deep and raspy southern accent caused a pool of a warmth between your legs.

You were still in a spell from the passionate kiss, so you simply giggled in return. But Rick immediately straightened up when he heard the doorknob of the front door turn. Both of you quickly turned your heads to the door and took a step away from each other. Maggie came out and looked startled to see you both on the porch.

"Everyone's wonderin' where you guys are. What're y'all doin' out here?" She asked suspiciously and narrowed her eyes at you.

Your faces were flushed and the rapid breathing made it obvious. You spluttered, "I just finished my chores, and just y'know, we were just chattin'."

Maggie was unconvinced and furrowed her brows in disappointment from your weak attempt at lying. Rick completely ignored her question and pushed passed her to get into the house. She glared at him before stepping outside and closing the door behind her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, y/n?! He's older than you and he has a kid for Christ's sake! Why the hell is he even after someone half his age?!" She hissed, clearly infuriated with the situation.

You could understand where she was coming from, but the world had gone to shit and none of what she said mattered anymore. Lori and Shane had officially gotten together, so Rick was single. And even though Lori and Shane were primarily caring for Carl, you didn't mind that Rick had a kid, especially because he was a sweet kid.

You were frustrated that Maggie ruined the moment and retorted, "It's not your life Maggie, stop being such a pain in the ass about it!"

She sighed and calmed down a little. "Whatever, y/n. Just don't get your little heart crushed by him. Now come in and your eat dinner, or I'll tell Daddy about Rick." There was a slight playful tone to her voice despite the threat.

You followed Maggie back into the house and ate dinner. Rick didn't glance in your direction even once the entire night, and it really did break your heart. Your family and Rick's group were talking together in the living room, but you decided to head to bed as soon as you finished your cold plate of food.

A part of you wanted to cry because of Rick's distance towards you after the kiss you shared, but the other part of you was still so giddy from it. You laid on your bed, still wearing your white sundress. The image of Rick wrapping his hands around you and kissing you replayed in your head. Wetness pooled between your thighs and you slid you hand under your skirt to alleviate the arousal.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined it was Rick's fingers rubbing your clit. Small whimpers left your lips as you touched yourself and thought about him. A smile crept onto your lips when you remembered the way his husky voice called you "darlin'."

Rick felt awful. He was certain that you regretted the kiss, and he avoided looking at you all night. Seeing you was just another reminder of what he couldn't have, but he had the obligation to apologize for kissing you. Although he was infatuated with you, he would fully understand if you never wanted anything like that to happen again. It was all a mistake.

Rick saw you tip toe upstairs before he could apologize. After about half an hour, he decided to sneak away from the group in the living room to go see you. When he got to your door, he could hear your soft cries and whimpers, and it broke his heart. Rick thought you were crying because of what happened, and it made him even more determined to apologize. He softly knocked on the door, but you had been so lost in your pleasure that you hadn't noticed it.

The door slowly opened and he was dumbfounded to see you two fingers deep in your cunt instead of sobbing. "Fuck, baby, you touchin' yourself?" He asked in disbelief. Your brain was hazy with lust and you continued touching yourself in front of him. Your dress had ridden up from your bent knees, revealing your soaking wet pussy.

"Stay," you whimpered out and looked towards him with half-lidded eyes.

Rick shut the door and walked up to your quivering form on the bed. He felt his cock harden at the sight in front of him. Your eyes were glazed over and your climax washed over you. He watched as your legs squeezed together and you felt cunt clenched around your measly two fingers. Your pants and cries filled the room as you came down from your orgasm.

Turning your head to look at him, you noticed the huge bulge in Rick's pants. You slid your fingers out of yourself and crawled toward the side of the bed he was standing over. You got off the bed and crashed your mouth onto his. Rick's hands desperately grabbed at your waist and moved down to your thighs. Your hands were holding his head in place while you kissed him.

He suddenly lifted you up, eliciting a giggle. Your legs wrapped around his torso as your tongue entered his mouth. He moved toward the bed and laid you down on it, breaking the kiss. You began to unbutton his shirt as he hovered over you, but he gently grabbed you hands and held them in place. His deep, southern voice, mumbled, "Y'sure you wanna do this, darlin'?"

"Yes," You whimpered and wriggled your hands free. The kisses he was placing on your neck and chest tickled you, filling the room with your quiet giggles. Your hands went back to unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular body. He was even hotter than you’d imagined, scars littered his warm skin. You could traced his skin with your gentle touch, earning a quiet groan from him.

He moved away from your neck and lifted the dress over your arms, revealing your bare body. A smug grin formed on his face as he teased, “Such a dirty girl, y’ain’t even wearing anything underneath.” His calloused hands caressed your soft skin, sending chills up your spine. A whimper left yours lips as one of his hand wrapped around your breast and teased your nipple.

Rick’s other hand traveled up your thighs, but didn’t go in between them. He had no intention of giving you what you wanted without torturing you first.

His teasing was driving you crazy, so you moved your hands to his belt and decided to unbuckle it.

He quickly grabbed them again pinned them above your head. Those piecing eyes intensely stared you down at you.

"Beg me," He commanded, his darkness making the heat between your thighs even wetter.

“Please, fuck me already!” You pleaded, squirmed underneath him and grinded for some friction.

His other hand held your hips in place, “Use your words, baby.”

"Please, Rick, I need you inside of me," You whined and resisted his hold. He finally snapped and released you. Your hands immediately flew to his pants and unbuttoned them. He helped to get them off, and his hard cock sprang free.

You stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out how the hell it would fit inside of you. Before you could voice your concern, Rick grabbed your legs and rested them over his shoulders. Your pussy was dripping with arousal from all the teasing, and right now he was lining up his cock to it.

"Your so wet, darlin'. This all for me?" He smirked and slid his cock over your folds, taunting you.

"Fuck, oh god. I don't think it'll even fit," You whimpered.

"I'll be gentle," he replied and entered the tip of it into your desperate cunt. He gave you a few seconds before completely going inside in one thrust. You let out a gasp as his cock stretched you out painfully. Rick's idea of gentle was very different from yours. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Y'alright?"

"Mhm," you mewled out when the pain subsided, and pleasure replaced it as he slowly began moving. His thrusts were soft but your eager sounds encouraged him to go harder. He pounded into you mercilessly, and the only thing you could think of was how euphoric it felt.

You were engulfed in bliss as his cock slammed into you. The sound of your whimpers and his occasional groans were accompanied with the sound of skin smacking. Your eyes shut as you began approaching your climax, but he grabbed your face and ordered, "Keep those pretty eyes open for me." His breathless southern drawl was what sent you over the edge. You locked eyes with him as your cunt squeezed around him and erotic cries left your mouth.

Rick fucked you through your orgasm, causing you you dig your nails into the veiny arms holding your hips. He moaned and thrusted into you even harder, getting off on the pain. Your slick covered your inner thighs and most of his groin as you climaxed again from the overstimulation. His thrusts faltered and he slammed into you a few more times before pulling out, shooting ropes of hot cum over your stomach.

After catching his breath, Rick grabbed a some tissues from your nightstand and wiped off the cum on your stomach. He lifted you into his arms and whispered, “Our little secret, right, darlin’?”

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GOOD LORD I AM A FUCKING CORNBALL

THIS SHIT WAS INSANE TO WRITE, YALL DONT UNDERSTAND. I added Maggie’s hatefulness to spice things up

Keep the requests coming, just like Rick

[emmyspov]

Idk if your requests are open rn, but if they're not I apologize. I was wondering how you think The Fellowship would react to their youngest member (someone a little younger than Pippin, like around 20) being incredibly prone to injury but also having a really high pain tolerance. Like they keep falling off things and getting hurt but are just like "Don't fuss over me" and the others are just like hyperventilating because they're already like a little sibling to them so there is PANIC in this fellowship tonight

Source: I fell off a swingset and either severely bruised or fractured me hip :)

The Fellowship x clumsy!reader headcanons

author's note: first of all, i am so sorry it took me this long to answer this - life was just.. a lot and i was trying to stay afloat. then, i hope you are doing okay! and haven't hurt yourself more since you sent this in - please be careful & treat yourself gently 🩷 last but not least: i hope i was able to do you justice & you enjoy it :)

warnings: reader falling/stumbling/hitting their head/getting hurt in general, mention of blood, mention of food, please let me know if i forgot something!

word count: 1.6k

edit is mine, pics are from pinterest :)

Frodo: I think Frodo is actually the one who would understand you the best. I mean, he is the ring-bearer and everyone is always so worried about him and the quest and it’s understandable. I mean, he has a lot of responsibility. But sometimes, he feels a bit suffocated by the way everyone is fussing over him, wanting to keep him warm and well fed and safe. So, whenever something happens to you, he would give you some space first – waiting if you ask for help on your own. If you don’t, he’d make sure that you are not hurt. And then, he’d trust your answer. After all, you know your body and its limits best. If you say you are okay, he will simply focus on the quest again. If you do need help however, he will make sure to inform the others so you can get the help you need. Maybe this is something you could actually bond over. Because you’d treat him the same way – not like a baby, but like a friend.

Gandalf: Since you are the youngest of the group, he would feel very responsible for you. Not as much as Aragorn, but very close behind. Whenever you fall or hurt yourself, the wizard notices immediately. In an instant, he is by your side, helps you up and looks over you from head to toe, making sure you don’t have some big gashing wound or bones sticking out. Maybe I am wrong, but I do think, he would scold you a bit. “You really have to watch out”, “Eyes on the ground”, “Be careful”. But, all of these things mean that he cares. He just wants you to be safe and for you to come back in one piece. On the other hand, he is always quite surprised whenever you tell him that you aren’t really hurt. “Maybe it looks like I would be, but I can move my leg just fine – see?” And he would see. It’d take a few moments for you to convince him, but once you have, you will carry on with your journey as if nothing had happened. What you don’t notice is Gandalf eyeing you every once in a while, just to be really sure.

Merry: This hobbit is kind of used to chaos. I mean- he spends most of his time with Pippin. So, if you stumble and roll down some hill, the first thing he would do is laugh. I am talking a full on bending over, belly laugh. Until Gimli or Gandalf or, even worse, Aragorn slightly smack his shoulder before they are running after you, checking you for any injuries. Only then would he realize how dangerous this whole thing was and he’d follow everyone down to you. What he was not expecting however was to find you laughing. “Did I look cool?” Merry would stare at you for a moment before grinning at you, nodding. “Super cool. But are you hurt? Your arm has some scratches from all these twigs laying around.” You were able to stand up immediately, ignoring everyone’s wide eyes, and brushing off the dirt. “Nothing some water and Elrond’s ointment can’t fix.” You two got closer after this.

Pippin: First of all, he is SUPER glad that you, too, came along, because this way he is not the youngest of the group. Sure, he still has to deal with Gandalf’s annoyance at him, but he also has someone by his side who is also full of energy and curious and excited for the quest (at least in the beginning). But because he is the second youngest, he does feel a bit responsible for and protective over you. Like the older one of a pair of twins would. And since you hurt yourself a lot, he is constantly on his toes. Maybe you’d hold hands sometimes? Just so he can realize as early as possible that you’re gonna fall so he can at least try to buffer it. More often than not, it would also end in you two falling ON TOP of one another and that always ends in a fit of giggles. If you fall on your own though and it looked bad, Pippin would immediately call over Aragorn or Gandalf to help you, even when you say you’re fine because you’re his friend and he wants you to be okay.

Sam: Now we all know Sam is a mother hen through and through, even if he denies it. He is, understandably, mostly focused on Frodo and his well-being, but if something happens to you, he is one of the first to help, despite your protests. You stumbled? He will grab your hand and pull you up. Your hands got dirty and bloody from a fall? He will immediately offer his water bottle and help you clean off any dirt. And most importantly: at the end of the day or during breaks, he will carry over some food he cooked (and always an extra portion, too) even though you keep telling him that you can get it yourself and your ankle does not hurt, even if it might have looked like that earlier. “I just want to be sure, my friend. I don’t like the thought of you being in pain.” After a while, you start to accept his treatment.

Gimli: He is not up for discussions. You accidentally ran against a tree? Slipped while getting some water with him? He will not care for what you have to say about the amount of pain you are. You are the youngest of the group and have to be protected. So even if you vehemently try to make him understand that, yes, you might be bleeding a bit or yes, your wrist might be a little bit swollen, he would ignore you and instead call over the others to let them have a look at you. If they decided you were well enough to carry on, he would either carry your backpack (“Stop trying to take this away from me, I will take care of your belongings for now”) or sometimes even you - “Stop fussing around”, “No, you are not too heavy” and “I will carry you around until you are better.” Often times he knows that you would be well enough to walk by yourself, but it makes him feel needed when he can take care of you in some way.

Legolas: I feel like this can go two ways. Sometimes, when he is running in front of everyone else, he is kind of the last to notice whenever you hurt yourself. If he is with the group however, he will almost always be by your side or at least close to keep an eye on you. He likes to listen to you and Pippin talk since it fuels his inner child. One time, he was walking in front of you with Aragorn when you hit your head on a twig, resulting in a small cut on your forehead. You let out a yelp, more out of shock than anything else, but immediately the man and the elf turned around and ran to your aid. You tried to explain that you were fine, but Legolas seeing himself as a wood elf, was already on his way to find the closest stream to fetch some water to clean your wound. Aragorn was telling the others to take a short break when he returned and sat you down. “Stay still, my friend. Even if your cut doesn’t hurt now, it will later if we don’t treat it properly.” He only grinned when you mumbled something in return.

Boromir: Listen, Boromir has a little brother and a shitty father, he knows how to take care of someone while also respecting their boundaries and wishes. No matter how you hurt yourself, the first thing he will do is communicate clearly. Softly grabbing your shoulders, he makes you look at him and asks if you’re hurt or in any pain. If you answer no, he will ask if you need anything or anyone and if you also refuse that, he will make sure that everyone carries on with the journey. However, he will keep an eye on you, more or less secretly. And he will assist you with all the small things during the quest: rolling out your bedroll and placing it close to his own and the halflings’, sneaking you an extra blanket, making you sit close to the fire or refilling your water bottle without you having to ask. He has a soft spot for people younger than him and will never not watch out for you. Can you tell I have a soft spot for him?

Aragorn: Last but definitely not least, the Dúnedain. He is literally one of the best people to have around as a clumsy person - he has the experience from Elrond and the elves in general and knows his way around nature and the wild due to him being a ranger, so he knows how to take care of a wound. Heck, he had to do it to himself countless of times already. However, seeing you getting hurt so often makes his heart skip a beat every time and not in the good way. He worries about you, even if you claim to be fine. No matter how often you fall, stumble, bump against something or hurt yourself in any other way, he is by your side to take care of you. And he will care for you, no matter what you say. When you scraped your knees one time, Aragorn made you sit down on a log and cleaned your wounds before applying some of the ointment Elrond had given them before their departure. Only when he was sure that he had done everything he could, he would allow you to get back up and carry on. You would not get worse on his watch during this journey.  

[mrwavellswaps]

I am sooooooooooooo tired! I am an awkward adult who never grew out of the fat kid phase. Even though I am in my late 20s, I thinks it too late for me to be the all-American beefcake I see via social media and irl. I am a college undergraduate who dreams of becoming the ultimate golden boy. Like Jacob Elordi, Nick Bosa, or Ross Lynch. I just want to experience what it's like to have a face card and the ability to stop anyone in their tracks with just one look. Is it really too much to ask?

Not at all my friend! You’ve come to the right person! There’s nothing The Great Mr Wavell can’t accomplish! Now let’s see… So you you dream of becoming American star who’s adored by all hmm? Beloved both in person and online with a body and looks that could get you practically anything or anyone you want? I can certainly work with that.

First of all you’ll feel an odd bubbling sensation break out across your body. It won’t hurt but it’ll definitely feel strange at first. It might take a moment for you to realise what’s happening but once you notice your clothes starting to get baggier and droop, you’ll start to pick up on it. My magic working it’s way across your body and melting away all that fat you’ve carried with you since childhood. Before long you won’t even recognise yourself. You’ll be lean and skinny to say the least. Almost twink levels of skinny. But that won’t last for long.

The bubbling sensation will subside but shortly after it’ll be replaced with an almost burning feel that’ll spread like wildfire across your being. Now this one might sting a little… but in an oddly satisfying way. Like the pain you’d get after pushing yourself in the gym. That burn will run through your muscles, feeding them with all the energy they need to grow and expand. And that they do. You’ll have the pleasure of looking down at yourself in amazement as your body grows larger again only this time with pure muscle instead. Legs growing huge and sturdy, arms hulking out into massive canons of muscle, chest heaving forwards into two thick pecs that you’re not gonna be able to resist squeezing. Even your ass will grow into a nice round jock butt while your cock adds on a few extra inches too.

Once that’s done burning will dissolve, leaving you with a glorious physique. Only for one last sensation to take its place. This time it would be more of a frosty tingling surging through every fibre of your being. Finally my magic had begun rewriting your DNA. Things like your height and the size of your hands and feet were the first to change along with other subtle defining features of your body altering themselves in order to create something entirely new out of you. Most notably however was your face. What was once the face you saw every Moroni g in the mirror swiftly began to alter. Eyes, ears and nose all subtly changing and moving positions. Your jaw perfecting itself as facial hair decorated it immaculately while your hair restyled itself. Simply just the shape of your head as a whole changing ever so slightly to fit this new persona being graced upon you.

Only after all that would my magic and strange transformation feelings that came with it truly disappear, leaving you with a whole new body and identity. Who’s identity you may ask? Well you’ll find out as soon as you get a good look at yourself in the mirror and see the face and body of none other than Nick Bosa! As soon as you do the world will spin around you and you’ll find yourself at Nick’s house. In his bedroom. On,y it’s not his anymore. It’s yours. You’re the one and only Nick Bosa now! His fame, his accomplishments, his body, his ridiculously good looks. They all belong to you now!

So go out there and have fun Nick! You can finally have the life you’ve always dreamed of having. The life of an All-American Beefcake! And I just know you’re gonna love every second of it.

P.S it’s never too late my man! If you want that body you dream of you have more than enough time left to grab it. If you just put in the time and effort and eat right then you’ll have the body you’re dreaming of in no time! Everything takes time but loads of people out there have started their journey’s much later than you and have still achieved their goal! If you want it, you can have it! Trust me ❤️ - Wavell

[ladamedusoif]

Coming Home (Dave York x F!Wife Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 20

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Pairing: Dave York x F!Wife Reader

Word Count: 2000

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: No use of Y/N; no physical description of the reader; reader is Dave’s wife; loose canon (implied changing to end of Equalizer 2, justice 4 Dave); soft!Dave; oral sex (M and F receiving); facesitting; unprotected PiV sex; mild breeding kink; reader is on birth control (not discussed); dirty talk

A/N: Despite having been in the Pit for some time, this is my first Dave story and, well… things escalated. I’m a sucker for soft!Dave (go read @wildemaven’s gorgeous Holi-Dave stories!!) and for the idea that this man just fucking loves his wife/partner. In this story you can choose to read the wife as Carol, or a second wife - whatever you prefer.

He makes his way through baggage claim quickly, expertly dodging the crowds of people clustered around the carousels looking for their luggage. The airport is decorated for the holidays, but Dave pays no attention to the illuminated Christmas trees atop each baggage belt, nor to the animatronic Santa Claus and elves greeting passengers in the arrivals hall.

Experience has taught him that a carry-on is preferable in most circumstances. Travel light, travel smart, and save valuable time at each end. He takes a strange pride in knowing that he’s back at his car before most of the people on his flight have even begun to identify their bags.

Dave is tired: physically, mentally, emotionally. He has started to wonder how much longer he can do this for: the time apart, the unspoken agreement not to discuss the other side of his work at home, the fact that - while you know the broad contours of what he does beyond the DIA, and probably more details than he’d like - he has to be incredibly careful with what he says, to avoid the possibility of you becoming an accomplice in the eyes of the law.

He starts the car, swings by the drive-thru just on the way out of the airport campus to pick up a coffee and some donuts, and then - finally - gets on the road.

Dave York needs to go home. He needs you.

***

It’s still very early when he pulls into the driveway, the sky as yet untouched by the brightness of the coming day. Dave lets himself in and drops his bag in the hallway, taking off his shoes and treading carefully as he makes his way upstairs, lest he wake the girls.

He gingerly opens the door of your bedroom and tiptoes inside. You are still asleep, your back to the door, nestled into the pillows and duvet. Soft, warm, and safe.

You have always been his safe place, his comfort. He longs for your softness, your warmth, the way he feels like nothing and no one on earth could ever touch him when he’s buried inside you.

Still fully clothed, he climbs into bed beside you and wraps an arm around you from behind, kissing your neck, your shoulders, and the skin of your upper back, exposed by your slip nightdress.

It doesn’t take long before you’re woken by Dave’s mouth seeking out every inch of your upper body. You turn to face him.

“Hi, my love. You’re home. Aren’t you early?”

Dave caresses your waist and hips, dark eyes looking at you with pure longing. “Only by a day. I just wanted to come home as soon as I could.” He leans down and sucks on your neck, making you writhe and whine with pleasure. “I wanted to come home to you.”

You hum with satisfaction and begin to unbutton his shirt, fingers working their way down towards the waistband of his pants. “That so?”

Your husband kisses you deeply, greedily, hard as you undress him, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth and exploring it like it’s the first time.

He kicks off his dress pants and shucks off his shirt and under vest. You take in the sight of him, wearing only his black boxer briefs: his impossibly broad shoulders, his soft but solid tummy, the strength of his arms and his thighs, his beautiful face.

Your Dave.

The wetness is already starting to pool between your legs.

You straddle him, feeling his hard cock brush against your pussy as you hitch up your chemise. Dave reaches for you, hands gripping your thighs.

“Let me welcome you home properly, Mr York.”

His eyes widen as you peel off your nightdress and fling it into a corner of the room, leaving you completely bare and astride him. You lean forward, trailing your mouth down his chest and tummy. Dave pants and moans with pleasure, hips bucking a little and creating delicious friction against your clit as you work your way down his body.

You palm his cock, still inside his boxers, before carefully tugging them down. His dick springs free: hard, thick, heavy. Perfect.

Dave looks down at you and quirks an eyebrow. “You got plans, Mrs York?”

“Mmmm.” Your tongue flits across your lips, as if you’re admiring a delicious meal. “I got plans. But they’re gonna have to be quiet, Mr York, unless you want two little girls interrupting them.”

Dave chuckles and lowers his voice. And then he feels you. Tongue licking a stripe up the length of his cock, before playfully lapping at the base. The wet plumpness of your lips around the head, gently sucking on his erect cock and swirling your tongue and taking him inch by inch into your mouth as you hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck…fuck. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”

You smile to yourself at his praise. “I like giving my husband head, what can I say?”

Dave lets out a half-chuckle, half-groan as you work his dick with your hand, tipping him closer to the edge. It’s too soon. Too quick. He doesn’t want to come in your mouth, one way or another.

He motions with his head and you release his cock with a parting stroke.

“I need to taste you, baby,” he murmurs, already looking somewhat wrecked. “Get up here. Sit on my face, will you?”

You feel a little uncertain. It’s been a while since you’ve done this - sitting on his face, that is. Dave loves eating your pussy. But this… this is less frequent.

“Are you sure, baby?”

He looks at you in disbelief. “Never been more sure of anything. And do not say anything about your body or your weight. You’re fucking perfect. I need you, need to take you.”

Dave’s eyes are dark with lust, but not without that certain softness only you and the girls ever really see. Your heart swells at the sight and you shift forward to straddle your husband’s face, Dave carefully holding you in position and urging you down so that he can really taste and smell your sex.

“There’s only one condition,” Dave murmurs.

“Oh?”

“You’re going to have to be really quiet for me, too.”

Easier said than done when you have those lips and that tongue taking you apart with enthusiastic precision. Dave grunts and moans softly into your cunt as his mouth forms a tight seal around your folds, tongue flicking across your clit over and over as you grip the headboard with one hand and hold the other firmly across your mouth to stifle your cries.

He breaks away for a moment to slide a couple of fingers inside you before resuming his work, tongue pressing deliciously on your clit while his thick fingers fuck you, finding the sensitive spot he knows will trigger your release.

“C’mon, baby,” he groans, voice muffled between your soft thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ close.”

He can feel your pussy fluttering and tightening around his fingers, feel the wetness running onto his hand as he gets you off. You’re teetering on the edge - and come hard, all over his mouth and nose, screaming his name into the palm of your hand.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Dave purrs as you catch your breath, sitting up to caress and kiss your breasts as he moves you over and off him, onto your back. He grabs handfuls of you as his mouth roams all over your naked body, hips rutting against you and hard cock pressed against your mound. “I missed you. Missed your taste.”

“You going to fuck me, David?” Your voice is hushed, breathless, ragged: still boneless and taken apart, needing him to put you back together.

Dave’s dark eyes sparkle as he reaches down and spreads your legs wide. He gazes at your soaked pussy, puffy and ready for him, and smiles at the sheer mess he’s already made of you.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, babe. You tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just fucking want you. Fucking need you.”

You whine with arousal, affirm his instructions, and he shifts forward, one hand stroking his cock. He parts your folds with the other as he lines himself up to take you for the umpteenth time. Even so, the stretch of him as he enters you always makes you catch your breath a little.

Dave’s broad body hovers over yours as he bottoms out with a hiss, desperately trying not to make too much noise. “Jesus. You…fuck.”

You wrap your arms around his broad back and focus for a moment on the feeling of your husband stretching you, filling you, having you. “What is it, baby?” Your voice is a sultry whisper and it goes straight to Dave’s cock.

He’s barely holding it together. “Your…fuck, your p-pussy.”

“It’s all yours, baby. Feel how tight and wet I am for you - you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

“Gonna fuck you now,” Dave whines, unable to hold on any more. He starts slowly but the warm, delicious wetness of your cunt begs him to speed up, to build up to a more intense rhythm.

You forget yourself and whine, prompting him to bring his hand to your mouth. It only serves to stimulate you further as your back arches off the mattress.

“Want to hear you talk to me, babe,” Dave whispers, hips snapping as he fucks you harder and faster. “Quietly. But talk to me. Tell me.”

He loves dirty talk. You’re only too happy to oblige.

“Been missing this dick, baby. Missed you taking me like this - filling me up and fucking me so well.”

Dave’s expression and ragged breathing makes you sceptical he’ll last as long as he usually does. “Fuck. You touch yourself while I was away?”

You bite your lip to hold back a moan. “Yeah, I did,” you whisper, “Made myself come thinking about you, thinking about what you do to me. Thinking about your big cock, stretching me like this.”

He buries himself against your chest to disguise his cry as he fucks you like a man possessed. Your bedroom is taken over by the quiet soundscape of lovemaking: skin on skin, ragged breathing and muffled whines, creaking bed frame, and the lewd sound of your wetness.

“Been thinking the whole time about coming in you,” Dave mutters quietly as he pulls out briefly, turns you into your side, lifts up your leg, and thrusts back into you with ease. “Fucked my fist thinking about it, wishing I was filling you.”

He holds your belly with one hand and grabs your tit with another, bringing his mouth against your neck and shoulder and biting the delicate skin there as you whine into a pillow.

“Come in me, Dave. Fucking fill me up.”

He grunts in your ear as he drops a hand to your clit and traces tight circles over the swollen bud, holding you tight to him as you cry out. “Want to fill you until it takes,” Dave hisses, his rhythm starting to stutter and fall apart as he nears his release. “Fuck you over and over and over, give you another baby.”

You press your face into the mattress as you scream his name, coming undone on his cock.

“You want me to make you a mama again, babe?”

That does it. You come so hard it feels like you might pass out, and the throbbing of your pussy is enough to tip your husband over the edge, too. Dave comes with a moan that’s muffled by the soft skin of your upper back as he cries out your name and fills you with his spend.

***

The sun is up as you tiptoe back to bed from your en-suite bathroom, discarding your light silk robe as you nestle, naked, back into bed beside your beloved.

Dave pulls you close, humming contentedly as you rest your head on his warm chest and idly rub his soft tummy.

“Thank you for coming home early,” you murmur, eyes closing.

He holds you close and kisses your forehead. “I needed to come home,” he whispers. “Needed to get back to you. You’re my home, baby.”

[beabeemu]

All This Time PT. 6 FINALE

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!! Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way. I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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“Let’s have dinner together.” 

Rei was still wrapped around Rin, not wanting to let her dad go. The thought of Rei bonding with Rin as her dad makes my heart feel warm. 

“Is it ok for people to see us together?” 

We were walking toward the exit where the car was waiting for us, Daisuke told us that there were paparazzi outside, more than usual he added.  Rin was about to answer my question but Daisuke beat him to it. 

“I think it’s best if you hide your identity for now. I suggest you wear your mask and shades, And for Rei, I think we have a hat here. Rei-chan, just keep your face hidden ok? There are gonna be a lot of cameras outside and your eyes might hurt if you look at them.” 

“Have her wear my shades” Rin said as he hugged Rei closer to his body as she buried her face to his neck more. Rei was being clingier than usual, I chuckled at the thought. I put on my mask and shades while Daisuke took out Rin’s shades. 

“What about you though?” As Daisuke handed Rei the shades. 

“I’m used to it”

I snorted at what he said, he stopped walking for a second but I continued walking. I was chuckling now. It’s just so cute to think that Rin is so famous now. 

“Something funny?” Then I felt him pinch my waist. I winced as I rubbed my waist.

“Nothing. I just can’t get my head wrapped around the fact that a lot of people know you”

He just hummed as he kept his arm draped over my waist as he carried Rei with his other arm. 

I adjusted the scarf around my head, making sure that it won’t fall off. “That looks good on you” To say that I was stunned at the sudden compliment would be an understatement. Good thing my mask was covering my face or else he would’ve seen my red face. That same ass effect again. 

We reached the door where the paparazzi were waiting for Rin. He said that I should go ahead of him so that he can keep an eye on me. Daisuke was in front of me, he told the guards to open the double doors, and I heard Rin tell Rei to keep her head down. As the guards fully opened the doors for us and revealed people with cameras, I even saw an interviewer. I was thankful that I was wearing shades. All the cameras started flashing, we walked through them. 

Let me rephrase that, we struggled through them, the guards trying their best to keep the people out of our way, and more guards from the stadium came in to help. I couldn’t help but listen to the questions the interviewers were asking Rin. 

“Are they you’re family?” 

“Why did you keep your wife and child in secret”

“How long have you two been together” 

“Are you from Japan?” 

“Are you Itoshi Rin’s wife?” 

“How long have you two been married?”

I shook my head at their questions, Daisuke opened the door of the car for me. I went inside and Rin followed behind me. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine” 

“Can I take this off now?” Rei said I told her that she could so Rin helped her take the hat off her along with the shades. I gave it back to Daisuke who sat in the front seat. 

“To Milos please” The chauffeur nodded and drove off. We were in a black van, the one that famous people would ride on, and there were two guards seated behind us. I put my bag down and pulled out my phone. There were over 20+ messages on my phone from Osamu, a few from atsumu, my mom, my dad, my cousins, my friends from work, and the list just goes on. I clocked on to Osamu's message. 

“Dude, WTF”  “I didn’t know that you were gonna sit in the front row, oh shit did Rin see you??”  “HOLY SHIT JUST SaW A PIC OF RIN TALKING TO YOU WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING” “BRO GOOD THING THEY WON BUT WTF YOU'RE ON THE NEWS, AND REI IS TOO”  “DUDE I JUST SAW A PIC FROM TWITTER, WITH REI HUGGING RIN BY THE WAIST DUDE, DID YOU TELL HER ALREADY?????!!?!?!??! ANSWER MY CALLS “  “WOW HI MS. FAMOUS, LOOK AT YOU, BEING THE “WIFE” OF A FOOTBALL STAR.”  “JUST READ AN ARTICLE SAYING THAT RIN HIS HIS FAMILY FROM THE FAMILY AHHAHAAHAHHAHAH, I CAN’T” 

I narrowed my eyes at the last few messages, but he did send pictures of us in the bleachers with Rei hugging Rin, then the next one was by the paparazzi just now. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, we’re with Rin. We’re just gonna get dinner together”  “DON’T LEAVE ME WITH THAT WTF, TELL ME MORE”  “Tomorrow”  “NO, Y/N DON’T”

I turned off my phone, deciding to answer their messages later. 

“Rei are you tired?”

I looked at Rei who was fighting to keep her eyes open, “Yeah, but I want to have dinner together with Rin-san” 

“If you’re tired rei you should go to sleep, you shouldn’t force yourself to stay up,” I told her I can tell that she wanted nothing more than to have dinner together with Rin, but it was so late already. 10 pm to be exact. 

“But I want to have dinner with you two, together” She pouted while her chin was propped at his shoulder, and she made eye contact with me. 

I was about to answer her but Rin beat me to it. “How about we have breakfast together tomorrow? So that you can sleep now, I know you’re tired Rei, I saw jumping in the stands earlier” 

It was a sweet gesture, and Rei agreed and dozed off on his dad’s shoulder. I told the chauffeur about our hotel and then Rin offered to carry Rei to our hotel room. I agreed since I was tired too, and I wouldn’t be able to carry Rei on my own. 

We arrived at the hotel, but since our arrival was unexpected there weren’t any reporters or cameras. And since it was so late already, the only people in the lobby were the staff. Daisuke and the guards didn’t follow us into the hotel and just stayed in the car. We got in the elevator in silence, but not the awkward kind. Our friendship/relationship was the one that embraced silence. 

While Rin carried Rei, following me through the hall of rooms, I stopped in front of our door and swiped the key card in, I opened the door and let Rin enter first. I opened the lights and had him lay Rei down on one of the beds. I took off my shoes, and kind of winced since my foot was in a slightly uncomfortable position. I took off everything that I had in my head; my shades, mask, and scarf in my head. I put them all at the little dining table, that turned into a vanity table earlier this afternoon. Then I went to my bed and just let myself crash, not minding Rin who was watching me. I curled into the softness of the bed. 

I felt the bed dip beside me, I turned and saw Rin laying beside me, he was facing the ceiling while I just admired his side profile. 

“I looked for you everywhere you know? I first went to your house, but then I found out that you guys moved again, and I couldn’t contact you, I tried to look for you online but nothing helped. I gave after, I think 2 years. But I always look out for you in crowds you know, hoping that someday you’ll be watching my matches. And now it came true” 

“I’m glad you think that way, I honestly thought that you would resent me or something.” 

“Why?” 

“Well just pointing out the obvious, for hiding Rei. Don’t you hate me for it?” 

“I don’t hate you for doing what you thought was best. As much as I would’ve wished things would be different, I don’t think I’ll have what I have now if you did tell me. I’ll most likely be a part of a Japanese football club rather than PXG because I would have chosen you first rather than going away for soccer. But I’ll be happier because I’m with you two”

“Really? Do you mean that, or are you just saying that?” 

“I mean it” He lay down on his side and was now facing me, he was practically hovering over me at this point. I turned to my side and went close to his chest, he put his arm under my head so I could lay down with his arms around me. 

“I want to be a part of Rei’s life from now on, I want to get to know her” 

“Ok” 

After a few minutes of us laying there, I remembered that Rei was still in her sweaty clothes. So I tried my best to get out of Rin’s arms but he wouldn’t let me. 

“Where are you going? I just got you back and you’re already leaving” 

My heart pounded at what he said, and my face grew hot, shaking the feeling off. “I need to change Rei’s clothes along with mine. She’ll get sick if I don’t change her clothes” 

He thought about it for a few seconds but retreated his arms. I stood up from the bed and went to her suitcase and got her pajamas. Rin was in the bathroom while I changed her clothes, After that I brushed her hair and laid her down in a comfortable position before gathering my stuff and going to the bathroom. Rin opened the door and let me in, I placed my stuff down at the counter as I brushed through my hair. Then I removed my makeup with wipes, Rin was behind me watching me through the mirror, It felt as if 10 years hadn’t passed, it felt like our last meet-up was yesterday. Because I didn’t feel any distance between us, our relationship didn’t change. And I wouldn't have asked for more. 

I washed my face in the sink, slightly bending over. After watching my face with water, I straightened up and patted my face dry. As I put the towel down, I felt arms his arms wrap around my waist. His face was resting on my neck, I felt him peck my neck, then he peaked over and made eye contact with me as he kissed my neck. Moving down to my shoulder, and back to my neck. 

“I missed you, couldn’t sleep for weeks because I didn’t where you were. I was so worried” 

“Sorry for making you worry” 

He hummed and continued his thing. 

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when Rei came. I’m sorry that you had to take care of her on your own” I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck 

“It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault that you didn’t know” 

He didn’t say anything but instead started kissing my jaw, moving toward my face. Until his lips were in front of mine, then we were 16 again, in his room, sharing a bottle of vodka, I remember the music playing in the background, I remember the warm feeling of his body against mine. His lips met mine as my hands automatically went to his hair. 

Suddenly remembering where we were, I stopped Rin before I couldn’t. He tried to kiss me again but I stopped him. 

“We can’t Rin…” 

‘Why?” he looked at me, expecting the worst. His eyes not wavering from mine. 

“Rei is just outside, and I have to take a shower. And Rei is just outside Rin, we can’t…” 

Rin just sighed and pushed his hair back. “I’ll order us some dinner, I’ll call my manager and say that I’m sleeping here” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, so now go, take a shower” 

He left the bathroom without another word. 

After my shower, and changing into my pajamas, I dried my hair and did my skincare. I got out of the bathroom and saw Rin, putting out the food he ordered, It smelled delicious. I am on the point of starvation right now, I’ve been wanting to eat something ever since the first half. 

I sat down on the chair, while Rin sat down in front of me. We silently eat, I was too busy eating to talk, so Rin did the talking.

“Give me your phone number,” he said as slides his phone in front of me. 

“I already have your number, Your manager gave me a card earlier” 

“Just making sure, I’m not losing you again” 

My heart softened at his statement, so I typed in my number. Suddenly remembering the text unread messages on my phone, I went to my bag and took a look at all of the notifications, I had put my phone on do not disturb earlier so that it wouldn’t ring as much. 

20+ new messages from krazy Uncle Osamu

10 new messages from Mom <;3 

20+ new messages from Atsumu “piss” miya 

5 new messages from Dad <;3 

And the list just went on, and I haven’t even seen the number of calls that I got, some were from numbers I don’t even know. 

But I did answer my mom's message, she asked whether I told Rin about Rei or not, And I said I did and that he was happy to have Rei as his daughter. 

I had told her the truth about who Rei’s father was because Osamu got drunk and he accidentally mentioned Rin being Rei’s dad. At first, they didn't believe it, but I showed them a picture of me and Rin from that night. We had met up in the park that day. 

  it was a selfie I took of us, Rin and I were at the park, we were on the swing set. 

Dad did say that he will find Rin and beat him up for getting me pregnant, and Mom got sad because I hid it from them, She negotiated with me that I should go to Rin and tell him about Rei. But I stopped them, I told them my reason why I didn’t tell him. It took them some time to get on the same page as me, but it worked out in the end. 

“...what does Rei like to do?” 

Rin looked so shy to ask, I don’t blame him. 

“You can ask her tomorrow, I’m sure that she won’t leave out any details. She is a very energetic kid you know, gets excited by the smallest things” 

I smiled down at my food as I continued eating.

“I can tell, by her expression that she’s ecstatic because she has a dad now, and she’s even happier to have you as her dad” 

“I’m glad that she feels that way” 

We finished eating, and while I cleaned up the take-out containers, Rin went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and I followed behind him after cleaning up. He scooted to the side to make room for me in front of the sink. 

After brushing our teeth, Ri made his way to the bed, We lay down beside each other. A nostalgic feeling flowed through me. The feeling seemed so obvious, so right. 

Sleep soon took over me, and I felt Rin wrap his arms around me as I slept.  Not before hearing him mutter the words I’ve been longing to hear. 

“I promise that I’ll protect you two from now on And that I’ll never leave you again. Never again” 

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Gone Too Far ~ Part 20

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin

This is part 20 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 4411

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Summary: The crew splits up to enjoy time on Water 7. Then everything goes wrong. Can your crew hold together when it's being torn apart?

Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, ANGST, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Pet Names,

A/N: !!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7 arc. I'm sorry y'all, I had to write it, so please have my tears. This part is rough, but I swear there will be breaks ahead. Plus, I hope you enjoy the extra smut scenes from the missing month, an extra sweet and smutty one will be posted tomorrow! 💜

You grumbled as you got ready for the day, wanting to stay in bed with Robin for the next week.

“Come, botanist. Let’s explore together.”

That stopped your grumbling, and you followed her out on deck. 

Usopp was hugging the mast, and you left Robin’s side for the first time to go pat him on the shoulder.

“You took great care of her, Usopp.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I know all the tinplate patches don’t look like much, but they bring back a lot of fond memories.”

“Why don’t you keep some of them? You can make something cool out of them, like a decoration for the Merry.”

Usopp broke out into a grin.

“That’s a great idea! But don’t tell Luffy, he still wants me to make him a statue.”

“Ha, you have my word.”

“Hey, Needy.”

You had started walking back to Robin, but Zoro’s voice carried over from the bow of the ship. Your body already itched to be close to her again, but you walked toward your swordsman as he leaned over the railing. 

“Hey, babe.”

Zoro stared down at you for a moment, before reaching an arm toward you. Stepping toward his warmth, you let him pull you into a hug.

Outside of sparring, you hadn’t had much time with Zoro since you’d been so focused on Robin getting better. A twist of guilt hit your stomach, but you breathed through it. 

It’s only been a few days, and she almost died. 

Still, part of you had started to worry that he was upset. It’s been a couple months now since you first started seeing each other. Zoro hadn’t had any more blowups recently, and it seemed like things were going well. 

The calm didn’t feel safe though. You wanted to believe that if he was harboring any resentments or pain that he’d come to you, talk to you about it. But he hadn’t brought anything up. It made you uneasy sometimes. 

Knowing that a lot of that fear was your own trauma from past relationships, you fought not to project it onto Zoro. 

I just wish he’d talk to me about his feelings. 

You pulled him tight against you at that thought. At the three little words that you were too much of a coward to say out loud, even after all this time. 

Afraid that you’d scare him away. Afraid that he didn’t feel it too. Afraid that he’d never examine his own feelings enough to know if he could feel it or not. 

Those thoughts made you feel sick, and you knew most of it was your own shit. You didn’t want to think about him that way. 

But no matter how clear you got your mind on those thoughts, you still felt too afraid to tell him. 

“I’m glad she’s okay,” he whispered against your temple.

“Me too.”

You took a deep breath in, still trying to convince your body that it was true. That she was okay. 

“Are you gonna… spend the night with her again?”

You pulled back, searching his eyes.

“Why?”

“I, uh…”

He frowned at you, and you tried not to roll your eyes. 

He’s trying to tell me what he needs. He just doesn't have enough practice yet. 

“Would you like some time with me tonight?”

Zoro looked away from you, but nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Now look who’s needy,” you teased, winning you a playful grin from him as he picked you up. Then he stopped, setting you back down as he looked out across the bow. 

“Hey, I think we’re there.”

Most of the crew ran up, shouting as you all squinted to see the island. 

“He’s right, I can see Water 7!”

Luffy’s excited words had you covering your eyes from the sun, until you could see the island coming into view. It was massive, built of gray stone, huge numbered gates surrounding all sides. Everyone was speechless for a moment as a giant fountain came into view, spiraling water into the air, towering in the center of the island. Canals flowed down, spilling back down into the ocean. 

You squeezed Zoro’s arm before making your way to Robin, loving the way her face lit up at the sight. 

Holding her hand, you laughed as you sailed through the town. Everything was floating. Instead of streets, people took small boats led by strange fish creatures across the water. 

The crew found a place outside the city to dock, and you watched your swordsman furl the sails. His strong arms were mesmerizing as he pulled the rope, but your breath caught in your throat as the mast started to crack. 

“Are you trying to break the ship,” Usopp yelled, as everyone panicked.

“No! All I did was pull the ropes like I always do. Holy shit, if the Merry’s falling apart this easy, we’re lucky we made it here at all.”

Ice sank into your stomach at Zoro’s words. You knew it was bad, but the mast seemed like it was barely holding on to the ship now, swaying dangerously overhead. 

Nami took charge, declaring that Luffy and Usopp accompany her to turn in the reference letter to have the ship looked at, and to trade in the gold from their last big score. 

“I guess I missed my chance to go with them,” Chopper pouted as he watched the group head toward the city. 

“You can come with us later if you like.”

Hearing Robin’s voice still gave you shivers. 

“Really? Can we go to a bookstore?”

“Yes, of course.”

“That sounds great,” you agreed, reaching for her hand again. “I wonder if they have a nursery here, I'd love to see what plants they have available in a floating city.”

You rushed to give Zoro a kiss, then ran after Robin and Chopper as they left the ship. 

A small part of you felt bad for not searching the ship to kiss Sanji goodbye, but it was quickly drowned out by Robin’s laughter, and the feel of her arm around your waist while you followed Chopper. 

~

The city was bustling, street vendors hawking wares, while citizens laughed and bartered. The people were almost strangely friendly here, even to pirates. 

Sometimes a little too friendly.

That thought got stronger the more you and Robin were showered with compliments as you walked past. 

“This town is full of Sanji’s,” Chopper noted, and it left you and Robin in a fit of laughter at the thought of your amorous lover. 

A lot of the townsfolk were wearing painted wooden masks, and you stopped by a vendor to take a look as Robin reassured Chopper that they were just masks, not monsters. 

“It seems the people here take the sea train to San Baldo Island where they hold a costume carnival every day.”

You tilted your head at Robin, while Chopper asked how she could know that. 

“The people walking by are talking about it.”

“And you hear everything they say?”

You tried not to tense your hand in Robin’s, hoping she would answer his question. 

“I can’t help it. Ever since I was young, I’ve made it a habit to keep a critical eye and ear on my environment.”

Her tone toward Chopper was sweet and light, but you felt yourself going still. 

What has she been running from? Why is she so scared?

“Look at that, I think we found your bookstore,” Robin observed.

Chopper ran forward, talking excitedly. You knew public spaces were difficult for him alone, so you found yourself reaching out for him. He shifted into his massive human form, and you raced forward to join him, dropping your hand from Robin’s for a moment. 

“Hold on, Chopper, we’re coming.”

You followed him through the doorway, seeing that he was already perusing the shelves, and that no one seemed to be bothering him. 

I’m glad everyone here is so friendly.

Robin hadn’t joined you yet, so you stepped back outside.

The street looked the same. Vendors, customers, people in masks. 

Ice cold fear shot through you. 

Where’s Robin?

“Chopper! We have to go.”

“But, Y/N,” he said, a pile of books in his large arms. 

“Robin’s missing!”

Panic raced through you, and you saw Chopper’s eyes fill with concern as he left the books on the counter. 

Chopper shifted into his reindeer form, and you yelled her name as he followed her scent.

She’s okay, she probably just got distracted.

What if Aokiji came back? What if he took her?

What if she’s hurt?

Robin didn’t answer your calls, but you kept trying until your voice got hoarse. 

~

“I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s like her scent just vanished.”

“What do you mean vanished?”

“I don’t know, it just stopped,” the note of panic in Chopper’s voice as he explained wasn’t helping your speeding pulse. 

“Hold on…” 

Chopper lifted his nose to the air, and hope gripped your chest.

“There’s something else over here. I know that smell.”

Racing to look around the corner, your hope dropped when she wasn’t there. Instead, you found Sanji.

He was sitting on the edge, looking out to sea with a pile of groceries beside him. 

“Sanji! Have you seen Robin?”

Chopper's hooves clattered on the stone as he caught up to your frantic steps. Sanji frowned at him.

“I just saw her. It seemed like she ignored me, and she was walking with a large person in a masked outfit. I thought that was you in your human form, Chopper.”

“It wasn’t m-”

“She’s missing, Sanji!”

You gripped his arm, watching him take in your features, your panicked eyes. He gestured behind him, looking around the area.

“I followed her over here, and it seemed like she just disappeared.”

“So did her scent.”

Your ears were starting to ring as they spoke, and you pulled away, shouting her name. 

“Angel, hold on!”

He clambered after you, grabbing the groceries as he and Chopper followed. 

Your voice was cracking, and your breaths were ragged. 

Sanji dropped the bags again, wrapping his arms around you. 

“We’ll get her back, Y/N. We’ll always get her back.”

They convinced you to hop into a boat while you continued to call for her around the area, before heading back to meet with the rest of the crew. 

You noticed Sanji and Chopper had started speaking in hushed tones, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to start listening. 

“I hope she’s alright. I feel uneasy.”

“Do you need an examination?”

“No, Chopper, it’s not like that. It’s what the admiral said, all that terrible stuff he said about Robin’s past…”

Your voice was raspy and empty as you interrupted.

“Protecting this troublesome woman leads to nothing but regret.”

They turned to you, brows tensed in concern. You kept going. 

“He said that every group she’s ever been a part of has been destroyed, everyone except for her.”

You glared defiantly at them, anger bubbling in you. 

“But I don’t care about her past. I don’t care what he said.”

Sanji gripped your knee while Chopper nodded.

“None of us care, sweetheart. We’re going to get her back.”

~

“The Merry can’t sail again.”

You couldn’t understand Zoro’s words as Chopper and Sanji started to argue. Your fists clenched hard, nails digging into your skin as you tried to make sense of everything.

“It just seems so extreme, it's our same old Merry, we’ve traveled with her so long.” 

Sanji’s emotional words brought you into the moment, only for Zoro’s calm, unaffected voice to make your mind go sickly still. 

“You just answered your own question. Human beings get stronger after hardship, but ship’s wounds just pile up. The shipwright said her keel is broken, she won’t even make it to the next island.”

Chopper started to cry, and you almost sobbed as you watched Sanji touch the top of his hat to comfort him. 

“We need to find Ro-”

“Hey, everyone!”

Nami’s frantic voice interrupted your plea, and you watched her climb onto the deck. She was carrying a large briefcase, and was dripping with sweat and tears. You ran to her, fresh panic flooding your veins.

“Are you o-”

“Usopp’s hurt! Some assholes called the Franky Family stole most of our money for the Merry, and they- they…”

Everyone surrounded her, all speaking at once while you moved her hair out of her face, taking the briefcase from her trembling arms.

“Where’s Usopp?”

Chopper’s serious voice broke through Nami’s staggered breaths. You felt like your world was spinning as the boys set out to find him, and to go after the pieces of shit that hurt your friend. 

Zoro’s face was inches from yours, his hands gripping your arms. 

“Stay here with Nami. Protect the Merry. Okay, Needy? You need to stay here. Protect that money so we can get a new ship.”

Nami gripped your hand while Sanji kissed your temple. 

Zoro’s eyes burned into yours. 

“Promise me, Needy.”

“I promise,” you managed to whisper, voice still shot from yelling Robin’s name. 

Nami’s palm was clammy in yours as you watched your crewmates head back into danger. 

Why is this happening?

~

It felt like years had passed when you finally saw the five Straw Hat boys walking home, Luffy back with his crew, and Chopper’s human form carrying Usopp’s bloody, limp body.

You sat on deck against the unstable mast, and tried not to scream at everyone.

We need to find Robin. 

“Angel, are you okay?”

Sanji was crouching in front of you, soft eyes searching yours.

“No.”

His lips pursed as he nodded, and he looked like he was about to speak when Chopper yelled.

“He’s awake!”

Relief moved through you for your friend as you followed the crew inside. But you caught Sanji’s eyes, and knew that he was still thinking about your missing archaeologist too. Reaching for his hand as you went through the door, you caught the sound of Usopp crying out. 

“This wouldn’t have happened if I was strong like you guys. It’s all my fault, I’m so ashamed of myself!”

Even covered in bruises and bandages, Usopp lurched forward, catching Zoro off guard as he wrapped his arms around one of his thighs. Zoro seemed to panic, flailing a bit, unsure of what to do as Usopp wept against him. 

Tears streamed down your face. You knew all too well the fears of failing the crew because you weren’t strong enough. 

“It’s not that big a deal, alright. Calm down.”

Zoro squirmed as Usopp still clung to him, and you rushed forward, rubbing Usopp on the shoulder until he let Zoro go. He clung to you now, and you didn’t know what to say. You just held your friend, letting your own tears fall quietly as he kept sobbing in your arms.

“I lost the money, what are we gonna do about the Merry?”

“You need to rest, Usopp, or you won’t get better,” Chopper pleaded, the threat of tears in his voice. 

Luffy was finally able to calm Usopp a bit, declaring that they would find that asshole, Franky. 

“Besides, even if we can’t get our money back, we still have a hundred million berry, so don’t worry about it!”

You thought the vein in Nami’s forehead would pop when she scolded him. The crew had lost two hundred million berry on Usopp’s watch.

Poor Usopp. This is awful.

The thought of what a shitty day it was brought you back to Robin, and you almost screamed to get everyone to focus on her. But Usopp’s hopeful voice made your stomach twist in knots. 

“Is Merry gonna be okay? Can we get her fixed with the money we’ve got? There’s all these awesome shipwrights, you talked to them about it, right?”

Luffy glossed over the pain, smiling as he broke the news. 

“Uh, yeah, we did. But we decided to get a new ship instead. The Going Merry has taken good care of us, but it looks like our journey has to end here. But look, there’s a bunch of great ships we can still afford,” Luffy said lightly as he showed Usopp a catalog from the shipyard.

Feeling the pain from the silent crew with the captain’s choice, the look in Usopp’s eyes made your heart break. 

You watched him build himself up again, trying to convince himself that it was a joke. 

Until he looked at all of your faces, the truth evident. 

“Does it mean we don’t have enough for the repairs? Is it because I lost the money?”

“Usopp-”

You tried to move back to him, wanting to reassure him, but Zoro’s firm hand on your shoulder stopped you. 

Usopp was yelling at Luffy now, demanding the truth, and you’d never seen Luffy’s face like this. Not when looking at a friend. 

His teeth were clenched as he held his words in, sweat beading on his brow. Until he started yelling back. 

Zoro moved past you then, stepping in to stop the fight. You caught eyes with Nami, your pain echoed in hers.

“I don’t see what I’m doing wrong, he’s the one saying all this dumb shit.”

Nami broke in to stop Usopp, begging him to calm down and rest. 

“Who cares about me? How can you all just sit here when he's making jokes about getting a new ship?”

Luffy was shaking now as he started to yell back.

“I’m not joking about anything, this was a hard decision for me too!”

“Oh yeah, I feel really sorry for you,” Usopp growled, before grabbing the ship catalog out of his hand. “Already window shopping for a new toy!”

You gasped as Usopp slammed the pages to the ground, wishing this nightmare would fucking end so your crew would be safe and happy again. 

“Are you trying to pick a fight with me, Usopp?”

He kept yelling at your captain, demanding to know that it was his fault for losing the money, his fault for failing the Merry. 

Luffy finally said the words, the painful words that none of you wanted to hear. But you hoped it would stop the fight. 

“The Merry can’t be fixed.”

But that awful truth didn’t stop the fight. Usopp denied, and accused, and bartered. Then he demanded.

“Don’t give up on the Merry!”

Hot tears stung your cheeks as you stood frozen. 

More yells and accusations toward Luffy felt like whips snapping in your face, almost making you flinch with each swing. 

Sweet Chopper moved toward Usopp, hoofs quivering as he reached out. 

“I know you’re upset, but you need to calm down.”

“Not until we settle this, I won’t let you take the Merry away from me! You’re ignoring your crew, ignoring your friends. I can’t believe that’s the kinda captain you turned out to be.”

Usopp had stood and grabbed Luffy by the front of his shirt. He wasn’t listening to any of your voices as the crew pleaded with him to stop. 

“I thought you were better than this!”

“You’re not being fair, Usopp-,” Nami tried again, before Luffy flung out his arm for her to stop.

“You stay out of this. It was my call. We’re getting a new ship whether you like it or not.”

Usopp was sweating through his bandages now, dark spots of blood showing through some of them. You didn’t know your friend could make a face like the one he had right now. You felt like you were going to throw up. 

They kept screaming, and you couldn’t follow the words anymore as you watched in horror. Sanji tried to step between them, but Luffy pushed Usopp to the ground, yelling in his face. Nami cried out, and you tried to run forward, but Zoro stopped you again. You almost screamed at him. 

Luffy’s next yell pierced through it all.

“Fine, if you don’t like the way your captain does things then why don’t you get-”

Sanji’s leg was so fast as it spun, launching Luffy straight through the kitchen table, shards of wood and dust flying. You gaped at your cook, rage and sweat dripping from him. 

“This is going way too far. What the hell is wrong with you? If you don’t watch it you’re going to say something you can’t take back, so calm down.”

Sanji was shaking now, breath ragged, and you felt your lips quiver at the anger in his eyes. 

Luffy crawled from the broken pieces of the table, and apologized. You felt a breath of relief, before Usopp tore it away. 

“If you’re gonna throw away the Merry, might as well throw me away too.”

Sanji tried to step in again, but then Usopp laid out his own fears before the crew. You felt raw, aching. You wanted to reassure your friend, but how could you, when you felt the same way he did about being weak?

“It’s not like it was before. You’re all too strong for me now. You can’t even trust me to guard our money. You don’t want weak people on your crew do you?”

Nausea flooded you, your own guilt and shame at your weakness making you hate yourself in this moment. 

“I’m leaving the crew. This is goodbye.”

It’s only a matter of time before something like this happens to me. Maybe I should follow Usopp. Maybe he's right. 

Most of the crew lurched forward, calling for him until he shut the door. Part of you was screaming to join him, to leave the crew before you could fail them, before you could hate yourself for failing them. 

“Luffy, what are you doing, go after him!”

Nami’s frantic voice kept pleading with him, but he stayed down, eyes dark. 

“Fine, have it your way then.”

Nami ran out the door, Sanji and Chopper following. You heard the three of them calling his name, but you couldn’t get your feet to move. Luffy and Zoro stayed, their silence heavy. Finally, Luffy stood, moving outside. You ached for him, finally free to follow.

Usopp’s voice carried over from the shore, and you grabbed Nami’s hand. 

Please, Usopp, please come back.

“I challenge you to a duel, Monkey D. Luffy! At ten tonight. If I win I'm taking the Merry, and I’m leaving.”

The silence on deck was deafening as you watched Usopp’s limping form move toward the city.

Robin’s still missing. 

You hated yourself for it, but thinking about Robin was the only thing keeping you from falling into self pity. The only thing keeping you from leaving the ship in shame along with Usopp. 

So you dug through her quarters. She was so private, and you felt sick as you searched for any kind of clue for where she might have gone. 

You could hear Nami pleading with Luffy through the thin walls to apologize, and talk things through. 

“It’s gone too far already.”

You shivered at Luffy’s tone, and kept on your hunt. 

It wasn't long before you heard your boys screaming at each other, and you sank to the floor, too spent to try to stop them. 

I’m worthless. I can’t protect anyone. I can’t do anything. 

Nami tapped lightly on the door, calling your name softly. 

“Y/N, it’s ten.”

Swallowing your self pity, you followed your friend to the deck again, watching Usopp’s silhouette against the city lights as he moved closer. 

“Listen up, I don’t want any of you leaving the ship,” Luffy called over his shoulder.

You grabbed onto Chopper’s small arm as he started screaming, crying for them not to fight. 

But nothing would stop them now. 

Usopp started pelting Luffy with all different types of ammo, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying over the waves, and Chopper’s cries. 

You thought Luffy was going easy on him at first, letting Usopp hit him, but soon you saw your captain jumping off the ground in pain shaking off what looked like caltrops. 

Then the air around Luffy was filled with flames. Luffy made it through the smoke, and you almost screamed as you saw him pull his fists back. But before he could make contact, Usopp kept shooting star after star, and you watched your friend, the sniper, hold his own against your captain.

For a while, at least.

Luffy was looking wrecked, and you felt a twinge of disgust in yourself that you felt proud of Usopp for hurting him so badly.

This is horrible. 

Then Luffy pulled back again, and this time, his fist hit. You sobbed as you clasped your hand over your mouth. Usopp swayed for a moment, and you could see more blood draining from him even from a distance. 

You fell against the railing, barely holding yourself up as Usopp collapsed. 

“At least it’s over now.”

Zoro’s steady voice made your head whip around, finding him looking as he usually does. Stoic, seemingly unmoved. Your mind was too filled with pain to think clearly, and then Sanji’s voice broke through. 

Chopper was crying, trying to jump off the ship to help Usopp. Sanji was holding him trying to stop him and you wanted to scream. 

“I’m a doctor-”

“He’s not a part of our crew anymore.”

Chopper shifted into his human form, but Sanji tackled him. You sank to the ground as you watched everyone fall apart.

“Chopper, it’s bad enough that he lost the fight. If you pity him now, you’ll end up hurting him even more. He knew this is how it might end when he challenged Luffy. We need to give him dignity in defeat.”

“That’s such bullshit,” you growled, voice cracking. You might have yelled if your voice wasn’t shot.

Sanji glanced back at you with pained eyes. Chopper used that moment to break away, running off the ship toward Usopp’s crumpled body. 

Pulling yourself to your feet, you went to Nami, clasping your cold hands together.

Luffy made his way back, his head lowered under his hat, and you let out a sob at the pain in his cracking voice.

“It’s too much.”

Zoro didn’t even turn to face him as he took a breath.

“This is what it means to be captain. You can’t doubt yourself. If you lose your confidence, then who can we have faith in?”

Emptiness filled you as everyone stood silent. Then Zoro had to say the last words, the truth that twisted like a knife. 

“Usopp can never return to the crew.”

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[supernatural-hunter1]

“Me and the LOV” Part 3.

⚠️ small mention of blood due to Toga😅⚠️

Hours went by Since the league left the safe house I was listening to some music on my phone while I was cooking dinner. Luckily, this place had some ingredients that I need to make whatever meal I had planned? I was singing along to ‘Good Girl’ by Carrie Underwood. But mid-singing I heard the vehicle pull up and the front door open meaning the others must be back from their mission, Toga’s voice was raining through the hallway as the entered through the door, “Y/n, We’re Back!” She called out, “I’m in here.” I called back. They made their way to the living room, and I paused my music so I could go out to greet them as I entered the living room from the kitchen. “Hi, everyone welcome ba….” my ghost almost left my body the minute I saw Toga covered in blood and praying that 20% chance it’s not hers? “Oh My Gosh! Toga, why do you look like Carrie?” I said, as my tone changed to a bit more concerned seeing the state she’s in.

As she was about to approach to hug me, I took a step back and told her to go clean herself off and then come back to hug me afterwards she nods, and then disappears out of the room. I told the others that dinner would be ready within an hour, which gave me plenty of time to help them patch up any of their injuries if they have any? I go back into the kitchen and opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out the first aid kit I said it on the counter Real quick to check on the dinner I was making and it was ready, I grabbed the aid kit and my phone and headed to the living room to help the others.

The first person I went to help was Mr Compress, I let everyone know that dinner was ready and to go ahead and serve up after I got through with treating their wounds. I helped Compress with his injuries, “Y/n?” he Spoke, “hmm?” I hum softly in response, “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from. i noticed a little accent you let out whenever you speak?” he asked. I shook my head and gave him a soft smile, “Not at all, I’m from (whatever countryside) in America.” I said. As I finished up with him, and moved on help Spinner who only had a couple of bruises.

“Here, let me take care of those for ya.” I said, approaching him. Sitting the aid kit beside me, as I pulled out the things I need to help take care of the bruises, as I treated his wound, I noticed he was looking down at his hand, slowly moving his fingers. “what’s wrong?” I asked. And he looks up at me “Oh.. it’s nothing i punched one of those ‘heroes’ during the mission, but at least I made him cry though.” He nervously laughed while rubbing the back of his neck, when he said about punching the hero. “here let me take a look.” I said softly as I gently take his hand in mine, his hands are a little bit bigger than mine as I take my thumb and gently press down on each of his fingers. “does it hurt?” I asked?

He shook his head and rubbing the back of his neck, with his other hand “not really, I didn’t hit him that hard. Although I wished I did, so I think I’ll be fine.” he says nervously, while trying to hide a slight blush, I slightly glanced up at him with a small smile. “well, I don’t feel anything that’s broken which is a good thing so it should be okay for now.” I said, letting go of his hand as I looked back over to the aid kit, I noticed a small box of staples. I picked it up and looked at it for a minute before lifting my head up to look over at Dabi’s direction. As he was on the other side of the room. “Yo, Dabi are you good over there I can bring the aid kit over if you need it?” I asked, And he shook his head, “Don’t worry about me I’ll live but thanks for the concern,” he said, waving his hand off I just give him a light nod. as he was about to walk out of the room, he glanced down at his hand, and noticed one of his piercings (staples) was missing?

He goes over to a broken mirror that’s hanging on a wall and also sees another piercing (staple) also missing he turns back over to me as I was helping out Twice with his injuries. “on second thought y/n, maybe I could use your help for a minute.” Dabi said, I look over to him and nodded. I pick up the aid kit and walk over to help him replace some of the missing staples, and even replacing the loosen ones, once that was done, everybody help themselves to dinner, and after I cleaned up everything I went and joined the others. to a bit of my surprise But yeah, uncomfortably concerned Shigaraki made a spot for me to sit beside him so I walk over and sit next to him.

I was talking to Shigaraki, Toga comes walking up to us, and she stands right in front of me she reaches into her pocket pulled out a small vial of blood and hold it out to me “here Y/n it’s some of the blood that I collected off of you, after we brought you back with us when you were half-dead.” She said as she hands me the vial I shake my head “No you go ahead and keep it, besides, i’m 15% sure that’s not even my blood? so It probably came off from one of Demming’s goons when I was trying to escape from them.” I said, a wide smile Appears on her face and her eyes light up. “Thanks you, Y/n!” she said excitedly.

“Oh, and fair warning Toga?” I added. Stopping her in her tracks before leaving the room Before turning her head towards me, “even if that really is my blood? Just don’t come crying to me if you get possessed.” I warned. She tilted her to the side, was a confuse expression “what do you mean by that?” She asked? I sighed “because of my demon blood.” I shrugged, Shigaraki also looked at me in confusion? “Wait, demon blood? I thought your quirk was a combination of both Werewolf and Vampire?” he asked?

I nodded, “that is true, but I was also born with demon blood so technically that makes me a werewolf/vampire demon hybrid or a ‘supernatural hybrid’ to make it less confusing?” I said, Now that got everybody’s attention Shigaraki asked me about what my true backstory I sent my bowl of goulash on the coffee table in front of us, and I took a deep breath and explained about my origin. (I’ll do a side story about explaining readers origin story relator.) “wait a second, it all makes sense now. You’re the daughter of Aleena Von Helsing and the MMA fighter Drax Vanghoul?” Compress said.

“I read in a newspaper article once about how they adopted all of the rescued children from an orphanage that burnt down many years ago?” he added, I nodded “Yep, that’s mi mama and Papa, my mother’s quirk is ‘supernatural hunter’ and my father‘s has a ‘monster based’ quirk. And as for all of my siblings, they also have ‘supernatural based’ quirks” I said, shrugging my shoulders I continued explaining to the others about my family history and my quirk abilities and how I somehow ended up with the combination of both my parents and my siblings abilities as well, sometime later it was starting to become time for everyone to get some rest before the next day comes, after saying, good night to everyone, I headed into my room Once I got to the door of my room turning the handle to open it and head inside.

After changing into comfier clothing, and getting ready for bed, I immediately flopped down on the mattress sighing with exhaustion from the day, I reach Over two the nightstand, grabbing my phone and turning it back on, scrolling through the notifications, of every missed calls, text messages and voicemails, from all my friends and family as I clicked on one of the voicemails Tears start to swell up in my eyes. as i listened to my sister Delilah’s voice I can tell by her tone that she was trying not to cry, as she was talking about the news about what was happening and praying that I was okay? Turning the phone back off, I turned my face to my pillow letting out tears as a quietly cried myself to sleep.



[alexiafeyblogpost]

Finding out the truth (Alexia AU)

February 20, 10:25 A.M. - Detention Center, Visiting Room

“It's incredible that someone wants to visit me. I wonder who this person is.” Morgan thinks to herself.

The moment the guard let Morgan into the visiting room, she saw someone on the other side of the glass, someone she wouldn't have expected to see there.

“A-Alex…” Morgan murmurs slightly surprised.

“Greetings, mother…” Alexia greets politely.

“Because it is a special room for family members, you can take all the time you need.” The guard informs, before leaving.

They both remained silent for several moments, and it wasn't because there was nothing to say. In truth, there was a lot that they had to talk about, but no one dared to say anything.

“Ehm…I…I didn't think I'd see you here.” Morgan says, as she takes a seat in her chair. The discomfort in her voice was evident to Alexia, but she didn't comment on it.

“Yes, the truth is that I also didn't believe that I would came here…” Alexia murmurs as she reaches for her arm. A clear tic that she was feeling uncomfortable at that moment. “And… even more so, knowing what you did…”

Hearing the sadness and disappointment in Alexia's voice sent a shiver down Morgan's spine. Alexia was always a strong girl who was never brought down by anything, so seeing her in that state… it was strange… it didn't feel right to see that expression on her.

“You came because you want to ask me something, right?” Morgan continues. Alexia just nods her head. “That's what I figured… Well, ask whatever you want. Honestly, at this point, I no longer need to keep anything to myself.”

Alexia closes her eyes tightly, her body can't help but shake, perhaps from anger or sadness. The girl opens and closes her mouth repeatedly, clearly trying to say what she wants to say, but she struggles quite a bit. Morgan just watches her, there's no rush, it's not like she can go anywhere.

“…Why did you do this to us?” Alexia says, making Morgan open her eyes slightly in shock.

“We trust you…” Alexia growls, before exclaiming. “I TRUSTED you!”

“First, you helped a psychopathic liar carry out a plan to kill a doctor causing Lady Maya to be accused of murder! Then you put things in Pearly's head so she will channelled our murderous half-sister to KILL Lady Maya and accused Sister Iris!” Alexia exclaims furiously. Looking at Morgan with quite a bit of anger in her eyes, Morgan, although she didn't show it... it hurt her that Alexia looked at her like that...

“We admired you! We believed in you! I BELIEVED IN YOU!” Alexia shouts angrily, ignoring that tears were beginning to run down her cheeks. "I trusted you and you lied to my face! How much of everything you've told me in my entire life is a lie!? Why did you do this!? How could you DO this to me!?”

A tear or two ran down Morgan's cheeks. She could no longer hide the fact that every word her eldest daughter said hurt her... She just looked at her while she sobbed, disappointed in what her mother had become of her.

“It was never about you, Alex.” Morgan says delicately, but looking away from her, not wanting to look at the pain in Alexia's eyes. “It was never my intention for you two to get involved… but I guess my inferiority complex, and jealousy got the worst of me…”

“…So…” Morgan's gaze returns to Alexia as she heard her mutter. “Did you never lie to me?”

“…once…I lied to you once…” Morgan reveals. Alexia clings to her magatama, to find out if she is lying... nothing, there are no psycho-locks.

“So, what was that?” She questions Alex, afraid to know the answer.

“About whom your real parents are… or to be specific, about who your real mother was…” Morgan drops the bomb.

Alexia's expression was one of complete shock, her eyes were as wide as saucers, her pupils dilated and the color in her face seemed to drain away. She... She’s not her daughter?

“I don't want to leave this world before I can reveal this to you, so I guess now is a good time for it.” Morgan comments, but she was startled when she heard Alexia hit the table with her palms.

“Who…Who ARE they!?” Alex exclaims desperately. The only thing she thought still tied her to Morgan, she's just been torn apart. At least she has the right to know who her mother is or was, right?

“…Your real mother was… Mia Fey.” Morgan drops the second bomb.

Alexia had to lean on the table, since she felt that if she let go, she was going to collapse on the floor. Is her older cousin… actually her mother?

“If you're wondering why she left you in my care. I think that’s self-explanatory knowing the age difference you both have, so you would be an additional burden on top of everything she already had." Morgan explains, remembering that time. “Still, she planned to come back for you and keep you by her side. Which is why you went to the city from time to time to spend with her, so that you would get used to her.”

“But…that happened.” Alexia says, unaware of the tears that fall from her cheeks.

"Yeah. I would say it's a shame and I'm sorry for the loss of her. But, saying that would be lying to you again, which I don't plan to do.” Morgan says crossing his arms.

“I see…” Alexia murmurs, lowering her gaze. Morgan, seeing the state of the girl, sighed internally; “(I hope you thank me for this, Mia Fey.)”

“But, if you want to know, I can tell you that she genuinely loved you.” Morgan says, making Alexia look up again. “You couldn't understand the pain in her eyes when she saw that I was taking you away from her. She always wanted you by her side, but she didn't have the strength to be able to move forward having you under her care. What's more, even though you have grown up under my wing, legally speaking, you are her daughter."

"Wait! What?!" Alexia says surprised.

"That's how it is. You were always her daughter, I was just like… your nanny, at least in the eyes of the law.” She adds Morgan rubbing her cheek.

“Just my nanny? That… Is that the only thing you feel you’re for me?” Alexia questions, narrowing her gaze.

“Yes, that’s what I felt at the beginning. I wanted you under my care so that I could have a descendant who had spiritual power in large quantities, and thus, have someone so that she could compete against Maya Fey for the position of Master Kurain." Morgan says sincerely. Alexia felt like a blade stabbed into her heart. “But… in the time you were with me… you earned a place in my heart.”

"Uh?" Alexia says, caught by surprise.

“Your personality, your talent, your courage, and your way of thinking. All those qualities that you possess made me wonder several times if I was doing the right thing with you. And as you could see, you earned my affection and appreciation so much, that I was willing for you to be the Kurain teacher instead of Pearl, who is my blood daughter.” Morgan says with a small smile.

“Ho... that's a twisted way to show affection.” Alexia comments, amusement dancing in her voice.

“Honey, do I look like someone to you who would have a normal way of showing affection?” Morgan answers amused.

"Touché." Alexia says wiping away her tears.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Morgan questions even with her small smile.

“Y-Yes, a little…” Alexia responds, with her usual sarcastic smile. Morgan nods in understanding.

“Do you have any more questions?” Morgan asks curiously.

"I guess so. Because I think it’s a question that goes hand in hand with knowing who my real mother is.” Alexia says, leaning back in her chair. Morgan crosses his arms, remaining in a thoughtful pose.

“Well, even if I don't know who exactly your father is. As far as I am aware, he was a defense attorney with whom she had worked when she was still a rookie attorney.” Morgan murmurs thoughtfully. “I think his name was… Fuego? Lienor?"

"Diego." Alexia says. “Diego Armando, right?”

"Oh yeah! That was his name, but I don't know where he is now.” Morgan says with a shrug.

“Wow… My real mother was murdered in cold blood by a corrupt executive, my adoptive mother planned to kill my aunt to make me take a political position in the Kurain village twice, and now I found out that the man who killed my maternal grandmother is my father…” Alexia rewinds everything she learned about her family. “Is this a cruel joke of fate?”

“I doubt it, a joke must be funny. And this is not fun at all, it's just sad.” Morgan comments, making Alexia huff in annoyance.

“Sincere question. Why is it that I can’t hate you?” Alexia questions with a frown. Morgan just smiles wryly.

“Because you are a better person than I could ever dream of being, Alex.” Morgan answers, crossing his arms.

“I'm not that good of a person, but I also guess i don't have to do much to be a better person than you.” Alexia says scratching the part behind her head.

"Hey!" Morgan says annoyed but remains silent when she sees how the girl gets up from her chair. "You're leaving now?"

“Yes, I already came to do what I wanted to do and know, and I leave here with more exhaustion than I expected.” Alexia reports. “Also, I need to visit someone else here.”

“I understand…” Morgan mutters to herself.

“Hey, don't worry. I will also come to see her more times, since they are not going to execute you until you get a sentence for the crime of having ordered a murder from here. Alexia says with a small smile.

“That doesn't reassure me much.” Morgan says annoyed. “But, i do appreciate the fact that at least you wiil come to visit me.”

“Did you deduce yourself that I won't let Pearly come?” Alexia questions.

“No, but it is the logical thing to do.” Morgan says.

“*Giggle* See you later, Morgan.” Alexia says goodbye before leaving the visiting room.

“…see you later…daughter…” Morgan murmurs.

[eraneyco]

why peach adhd (first post)

ok so look:

when shes talking to her toads, both in the throne room and before taking off in a journey with mario, he uses a LOT of body language, which leaders use it to persuade. But the curious part is that she often makes fists. either for just lifting her arms up and making fists, to when she's exited (happened two times) she usually punches in the air or at people. she does this 6 times througout the movie. Usually her fists are confidence and exitement.

as illumination usually does, they make characters look more humane and give them a lot of body language

second thing is invasion of personal privacy (if it wasnt for her abilities and eye contact i would headcannon her as auDHD)

when she first meets mario, ok, i accept it, everyone gets exited after like 20 years of you being the only human, but theres a dialogue that still lingers my mind.

Is when she accepts marios request of mario to him acompaning her to save his brother and beat bowser, she confidently says "lets see what you're made of" and mario asks if thats a yes? and she says "no, its a "lets see what youre made of". Then when talking to mario she is a TERRIBLE liar, and in the kong kingdom when cranky mentions the secret shortcut, she gets exited saying that they take the route and AMBUSH THEM!!!!!!!!! with cranky saying "yeah I know :/" which this i intrepret that she doesnt understand sarcasm or lies, a symptom for the tism, idk if its the same for adhd lol.

Another thing is impulsiveness. she as a princess should know more than anyone what to say and what better keep quiet, and still tells mario small 2 times. Also when she first meets him, she is really exited and starts to invade mario's privacy when she says something interesting "wait wait, lets go back" it depends on the person to intrepret what does this mean. i think that this situation has happened to her a lot of times, she gets too carried away she forgets what she was there in the first time. also when mario is explaining her his situation peach wanted to still touch him but bro stopped her

Also a fun fact brought by my psychologist (she headcannons peach as adhd too lmao) is her eye movement. If you pay attention closely you can see that her eyes never stay still, that yeah, it may be for everyone in the movie and im just going crazy, or it could be her personality trait of thinking. Usually when people think they look down, up, you name it. And this goes well for peach since shes always planning and thinking. Her quick thinking and planning idk i just like to bring this up.

[oofensteinsmonster]

Detransitioning.

First and foremost I want to address the transphobic people/right wing/terfs in the room and say this isn't for you. You are not allowed to take my story and use it to deny gender affirming care to trans folk. If anything I want it ABUNDANTLY clear that my access to both hormones and spaces to explore my identity is what rooted my self esteem and made me who I am today, even if my identity looks different than it did a year ago, and I have absolutely no regrets about the decisions I made for my body. I was informed of the process every step of the way, I did all of my research, I knew exactly what was going to happen. Kapeesh?

Kaposh.

With that out of the way.

I will be referring to my genders in the third person when I feel it is relevant to alluding to how the situations made me feel. I do not have multiple personalities, but the following situations did cause me to disassociate from aspects of myself.

My experience with my gender has always been at odds. I grew up without a positive and consistent mother figure in a misogynistic southern state, and the male figures in my life were turbulent and terrifying. This mattered to me as someone who mirrors what they see in order to understand the behavior. My friends before I became a teenager were mostly boys because I enjoyed rough housing, games, and exploring the neighborhood. When the adults started separating my age group by sex I had a hard time relating to the girls in my age group who were already flirting with the boys and trying on make up. It wasn't that I didn't like boys (or girls for that matter), quite the opposite, and it wasn't that I didn't like make up or clothes or traditionally feminine things, it's just that I didn't have a lot of experience with that stuff and when I did try it out I was laughed at because I wasn't allowed to be feminine at that point, but because I was a girl I also wasn't allowed to be masculine.

If I played with dolls I was called a sissy, and if I built forts with the guys and wore traditionally boyish clothes I was called a gay slur by my father, or by the older neighborhood boys…and eventually by my friends as well.

There wasn't a safe place for me to retreat into as far as identity went, every outfit felt alien, and eventually I fell into being reclusive and kept to myself.

When I entered my 20s and moved to Texas I was introduced to the idea of different gender identities and it felt right.

I was able to experiment, and for the first time I had positive feedback. I could be feminine, I could be masculine, I could be both and neither. It was liberating and for most of the decade, while I had considered physical changes, like hrt, I was mostly content with where I was and who I was.

This was until my last relationship.

For the sake of the story let's call him Red. Red came into my life at a time that I desired a more assertive lover, and because I am also kinky, I needed a Dominate. This is just my prefered dynamic, I don't buy into that alpha male “all women/femmes need to be subjugated” bullshit, it's a kink that happens to coexist with my more docile and domestic nature, but I can and will still put on my own pair of boots and be a boss bitch when the situation calls for it you feel me? Great. I also want to mention that other than this situation I've had nothing but great experiences in the kink community and am not trying to blame kink on my trauma in any way, shape, or form. It is a community founded on consent, and the people that ignore that are ignoring what makes said community what it is and what it stands for.

Carrying on.

Red started off being everything I thought I needed. I mistook tolerance as acceptance and celebration because I wanted so badly for everything he fed me to be true. He was my “twin flame” *vomit* my Sir, my Master, he saw what he thought I needed and he gave it to me.

At a price….always….at a price.

Without going too much into detail, because I still have a lot of process and heal on that front, he took my feminine side …and used her well past the point of my consent. She was raped in every sense of the word. Abused. Objectified. My traits were no longer my own, they were simply a fetish. I wasn't beautiful anymore, I was “sexy”. My name that I had fashioned for myself for 10 years was discarded for one that he gave me, which in D/s is fine, except he'd only use my real one when he was upset or angry. I was no longer myself, I was what he wanted me to be, and because of that and because of never being given time or space to come back into myself I eventually completely detached from my femininity. I buried her far beneath where I thought he couldn't find her just to keep her safe.

But I still had my masculine side, who

…did not embody my rage and grief but rather helped me juggle them. He held them when I was tired of carrying them around, and when the time came he helped me stand my ground when I finally got rid of Red and his influence in my life.

It was easy for me to assume that this was my true form, and because I'd always batted around the idea of hormones, I decided to try them out. It was a low dose, because in my state of mind I understood that diving in head first was not the wisest decision ( FOR ME…you hear me terfs? F o r. m e. ) I started going by a different name, I cut my hair (note: Korean boy band hair not my best look ) I put away all my dresses ( in my car, just in case ) ( clothes don't have a gender but this was my process ) and that's what I embodied for 7 months.

And I had a wonderful experience with it! My support structure was unmatched, my household never struggled with addressing me by what I wanted to be addressed by, my friends were super supportive the whole journey, my assigned Doctor was extremely clear and concise and never once did anyone make me feel “less than”. It was part of me I needed to pay attention to and explore, even without the trauma that led me there I still think I would have ended up wanting to experiment the way that I did. My masculinity became a place to rest, he said to me “ Let me take it from here for a while. Heal. “ and I will always be thankful for that.

It wasn't until after I finished grieving the break up that I realized I might not be a man. Plus, the changes to my body weren't feeling as at home as I wanted them to. More on that later. So I stopped using the gel for a little while just to see how I felt…and I never picked it back up.

Eventually the parts of me started gravitating back together, and while they don't fit the same way they used to, they are at home within me for the first time in years.

And if I hadn't had the freedom to discover that for myself…if my access to gender affirming health care had been denied or I had been shamed, or put on some kind of fucking registry like Ken Paxton was trying to collect ( fuck that guy ) or thrown into some kind of conversation therapy, I'd still be lost. I'd be so much worse off than I am.

People who detransition make up less than 1% of trangender folks. I am the only person I know that has ever decided to stop. I am the only person I know whose decisions were swayed more-so by personal traumas rather than a sense of long standing identity. I didn't have a sense of identity. And maybe if gender roles hadn't been so strictly enforced/contradictory when I was a child, maybe if I had been celebrated in my curiosity and my fluidity I would have gotten here a lot sooner. Which isn't to say that I am in any way resentful of having gotten here a little later than most.

So if you were wondering if I regret it, the answer is no.

This next segment is to answer any potential questions about the physical changes I experienced while on Tgel, how they made me feel, and how my body detransitioned after I stopped using it.

Note that every single body is different, so what I went through is not going to look the same for someone else.

Skin: As an autistic with sensory issues, while I knew my skin was going to change…it did not change the fact that I hated how itchy everything suddenly was. Your skin becomes more rough with T, and hairy. I never really experienced acne just because my genetics are pretty good on that front, but I did get significant leg hair growth. This did not go away when I stopped taking T, which I expected. But that's ok because it's just hair and I just needed to get a more durable razor. Big whoop.

Also I did have some very hard to notice fuzz under my chin, but that kind of went away. Along with the roughness.

Voice changes: I actually love my voice now. It was a few octaves higher before T, and I feel like it's more bodied and lovely. Not masculine, more androgynous. It didn't go back to normal, and I'm perfectly happy with that.

Bottom growth (tmi warning): I don't care about sharing this information so long as you don't ask for pictures you weirdos. But I started off with a teeeeeeeeny tiny little clit even in comparison to others. So now it's just kind of an average size, and hey I have better orgasms now. Win/win.

Body temperature: before T I was cold natured, and now I'm hot natured. That hasn't changed yet, and I'm not sure if it's going to. I feel pretty neutral about it at least until I try cuddling someone with the same body heat as me in which case *I hate it*.

Periods: still haven't had mine since I stopped which… I probably need to go see what's going on about that but from what I gathered it does sometimes take the better part of a year to restart the menstrual cycle. I'm not in a hurry, though. That was one of the perks of being on T, instantly stopped my period.

Will check back in if there's any issues on that front, however I will say that I have pcos which causes unpredictable cycles to begin with so, again, my body is different.

If you have any questions please feel free to ask, I'm posting this publicly because I want more awareness about detransitioning and debunking a lot of what I feel is being weaponized against the transgender community regarding it.

I will not react or respond to bigotry or hatred, I will delete any fetishizing of my identity or my body, I want this corner of the internet to remain safe.

Wrap up:

Remember that no matter how many changes you experience in life, you are just as valid today as you were yesterday and will be tomorrow. Nobody can tell you who you are, or who you're not.

Whatever you're doing, so long as it isn't hurting anyone or yourself, you're doing it perfectly. 🥰

Be well my loves,

Theo (She/they/ and sometimes it)