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↳✦ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘɪɴᴋ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ✦

↳「ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ」║ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ ᴛᴀɪɢᴀ

✦ "𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝!" 

Staring at the test in your hands, the two pink lines seemed to be playing a trick on you. It was a miracle that you couldn't believe happened.

Your heart swelled with a variety of emotions while your vision grew blurry. A hand unconsciously rose to your mouth to hold in a sob of disbelief. 

The idea of your family growing was not something the two of you brought up often, and if so, it was always mentioned for in the distant future.

But this was here, this was now, and it was all too surreal.

Glancing at the clock, you realize that you need to clean up all the rubbish and prepare dinner for when your towering 6'3 (190 cm) husband comes home from work.

The two-toned-haired man had recently been over-exhausted from his job at the fire station, and maybe the news of an additional family member would brighten his day. 

Cleaning up your mess, you hid the positive pregnancy test in your sock and underwear drawer. It would be so much more impactful if it were to be a cute little surprise.

You took your time preparing dinner on the stove and setting the table for supper. A vibrant grin couldn't help but grow on your lips when you thought about setting another spot at the table for your child.

However, the sound of the front door opening and closing suddenly permitted the nerves to ignite in anxiousness. 

Kagami desired to be a father like how he desired to win every game he played back in high school. There was envy in his fiery ruby-red optics when he looked at other families, but the question was, would he want one so soon?

Large and muscular arms retracted you from your thoughts as they wrapped around your midsection. Kagami placed a longing kiss on your left cheek, and you could smell the sweat emanating from his dirty skin. 

Grinning at the physical touch, you leaned back against his chest as you continued to stir the contents inside of the pot.

"Welcome home, love." You greeted. "How was work?"

Your husband released a weary sigh and locked onto you securely. His head fit into the crook of your neck, his spiky hair brushing against your neck.

"That bad, huh? You should really take a break from work." 

You could feel him nodding his head with his spiky hair tickling against your skin. "I'm so exhausted..." He murmured into your shoulder. 

It took some skill to suppress another grin when your mind bounced back to the thought of your positive pregnancy test; depending on how he would feel, it could either brighten or lower his mood.

Patting his muscular tan arms, you turned off the stove and turned around in his arms to face him. He glanced down at you, and immediately, your lips were upon each other. 

Always so sweet and savory his kisses were, and as much as you wanted to continue, you did not want for the food to grow cold.

"Well, wash up, then come sit down at the table. Don't stress yourself too much. Things will get better." 

He nodded his head before leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck and leaving for the shower. Once he entered the bathroom and the screeching of the shower's raging water pressure could be heard, you skipped into your shared bedroom.

The test was hidden in a small rectangular box meant for watches, and you swiftly hid it in your apron. Returning back to the kitchen, you placed the meals on your pristine porcelain white plates and sat in your unassigned assigned seats.

Silence filled your lovely home as he finished his shower, and after a few minutes, the muscular and toned man stepped out in a simple pair of sleeping joggers without his shirt on. 

Water droplets were falling off his hair and dripping down his muscular tan shoulders. His torso was slightly steaming from the hot water. You gazed at him dreamily. 'That's why I'm pregnant.' 

Naughty, naughty, you needed to calm yourself as you chuckled to yourself. Kagami shifted his gaze to meet yours with a perplexed expression.

A lopsided grin formed on your lips while you shook your head. "It's nothing, Love. Come sit down so we can eat together." You mused.

He didn't waste any time sitting next to you at the table and devouring the dinner with his incredibly outlandish appetite that grew worse after high school. 

The thought of having a mini him had your heart swelling and blood rushing through your system as if you were on a rollercoaster.

It was beginning to become more nerve-racking the longer the seconds passed by.

Your husband glanced up at your face and then down at your barely touched dinner. His thick, split eyebrows creased in puzzlement before he swallowed the large bite in his mouth. 

"(Y/n), is something wrong?" He queried oh so innocently.

You smiled at the sound of your name off his tongue and gripped the box tighter. "No, nothing, my love. Don't worry about it." 

He placed his fork down and twisted his full body to face yours. "You got that eyebrow crease again when you're overthinking." 

Kagami knew you so well just as much as you knew him; it made it hard to keep secrets on both ends.

Rolling your (e/c) optic, you reached down into your apron to take out the green box and handed it hesitantly to the tall male. "Here, it's a little present." 

He himself rolled his eyes and took it from your fingers. "You didn't have to. It's not even my birthday." He jeered with a faint grin.

Your extremities clasped together as you observed him intently remove the lid, only for the white pregnancy test to be the first thing he witnessed. 

He stared down with his fiery ruby red optics whilst his mouth hung open. Kagami sat dazed for what felt like hours but was really a minute. Abruptly, dread began to fill your body as you gazed at his non-moving body. 

"T-Taiga." Your voice stuttered out as you sent a hand to touch his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Kagami gripped your wrist and pulled you into his arms. 

His fingers held onto your waist tightly while he pushed his face into your neck. You could feel a stream of liquid suddenly fall down your neck and know it came from Kagami. 

"I don't believe it. I'm really gonna be a dad?!" The man's voice was laced with excitement.

His words were slightly muffled in your shoulders, and you nodded your head. Then, you reached for his hair to scratch his scalp and massage it. 

"I'm pregnant, Taiga. We're going to have a baby together." He squeezed your body tighter and began kissing all the way up from your collarbone to your jaw. 

He pulled back, only for you to see the large grin on his face. "(Y/n), you keep making me happier and happier." 

The two-toned-haired male lightly grasped your left wrist and brought your hand down from his head. He tenderly kissed your ring finger, which held the beautiful gold ring that made you his wife and only his. 

"I love you so much, Taiga." 

"I love you so much too, (Y/n)." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?"

Tetsuya Nigō merely cocked his head to the side before barking at your feet. Your nose scrunched in disapproval as you dropped yourself on the couch with the Alaskan Malamute jumping up to rest by your side.

All the tension was building up in your muscles from the doctor's visit earlier, and it only grew with the ticking of the clock on the wall. 

It shouldn't have been a surprise to find out you were pregnant with your husband's child; it was partially your fault for enticing him so much that one night. 

However, you weren't sure if it was exactly great news. The two of you were still relatively young, married only for a few years that you could count on one hand.

The issue wasn't that you were afraid to tell him. After all, he was a kindergarten teacher. He adored children and worked with them every day. 

You both shared a conversation about kids, and he revealed that he would love to have one or two...in the future when you two were much older.

A sigh reverberated from your lips as you reached over for a quilt and covered your legs with it, Tetsuya Nigō crawling under so he could rest with his head in your lap.

Even with your myriads of thoughts running at the speed of sound in your head, you knew better than to take it out on a harmless animal.

Your scowl morphed into a minuscule smile as you began scratching his head while your other hand reached for the remote to turn on one of your favorite guilty pleasure shows. 

It wasn't long before the front door opened, and the sound of his keys jiggling echoed through the foyer. 

The front door was opened, and you didn't even turn around to face your blue-haired husband. "Welcome home."

"Hey," Kuroko murmured as he shuffled off his shoes and neared your frame. He turned his head to face the screen to see that vulgar show that was particularly loud. It had sound effects and songs that just seemed to screech in his head.

He expressed his displeasure frequently whenever it was on, and you knew it was the last thing he wanted to hear after finishing work. But you need that show right now to maintain low-stress levels.

"I know it's not right for me to tell you to change the show, but," He released a hefty sigh as he collapsed next to you on the couch. His hands found the remote and turned down the volume to barely above five. "At least don't have it blasting."

"I'm pregnant." You revealed point blankly while snatching the remote and raising the volume again. 

His eyes enlarged, his gaze fixed on the side of your impassive face, which remained focused on the TV screen. Silence sat on his tongue as the information worked through his brain. When he had finally processed such vital news, he lightly placed his hand over yours, which was holding the remote. 

Your gaze shifted slightly to glance at him while he muted the sound. If you had not been used to his apathetic expressions, you would have missed the shimmer in his bright, periwinkle eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked as he kept his voice from wavering.

In response, you shrugged your shoulders and whacked his hand off yours to raise the volume again. Your body pressed into the corner of the couch as if you were attempting to shield yourself from the impending statement. 

Tetsuya Nigō could probably sense the moody tension and playfully licked at your fingers. 

"(Y/n)." Your name was called out sternly.

That serious and humorless tone of voice nearly had shivers run up your spine. Guess it was finally time to get to the meat of the bone. Pausing the show and clasping your hands together on the back of your dog, you shifted your gaze to face your husband. 

"Tetsuya."

"Why are you acting like this?" He queried while raising his arms to cross over his chest. "You're acting like what you told me is nothing. That is not nothing." There was a slight crease in his eyebrows.

A frown etched deeply on your face as you respired heavily. "I'm not. I know how serious it is. It's just that I know you don't want a baby right now, with work and all. Before, you've said that you wanted to wait until we were older."

The firmness in his eyes softened, and so did his brows. He laughed almost breathlessly while covering it slightly with his hand. "You can be so silly sometimes." Your frown stretched into a scowl. "Yes, I did want to wait until later in the future, but I also said that when I had just started my career. I have a steady job now and money saved. I can take care of you and-" He placed one of his hands on your barely showing stomach. "I can take care of this little one."

Every fiber of your being had relaxed, the tension fading while you placed a hand over his. "But we are still so young." You murmured. 

He nodded his head before leaning in and placing a soft smooch on your lips. "That is true, yes. But I want nothing more than to spend my time with you and raising our child." Kuroko informed, his hand on your belly warming the skin beneath.

Yes, that is 'our' child. A baby is growing in your tummy, a clear sign of your bond. You giggled slightly to yourself for having such pessimistic thoughts about this sweet man. 

"What?" Your husband asked, his lips slightly quirked. 

Grinning, you shook your head while reaching over to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Nothing, just happy."

"I'm happy, too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬!?" 

A groan echoed in the bathroom as you tossed the test down on the counter. Your hands pressed into the marble as you leaned your weight on it. 

You wanted to swear or at least cry a little, but it was in the middle of the night. Aomine couldn't know this yet, so you still have to work your own head around this information in silence. It took you all day just to work up the courage to do it because you couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. 

With your husband's ability to nearly sleep through anything, you let yourself swear under your breath. This was reality; several tests all displayed 'positive.' All seven different brands stared right back at you with that +.

Stepping back, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a nervous wreck right now, and you were feeling like one, too. Your legs could barely hold you up, and you let yourself drop to the ground. 

Slouching against the door, you bit your lip and stared at the tiled floor. Were you excited to have your husband's baby? Well, of course, you've dreamed of having a big family with him since high school. 

The issue and the reason why you were feeling queasy had to do with your husband's profession. 

As a diligent and actively engaged Police Lieutenant, he was constantly rushing in and putting himself in danger every day. It did not help with his stubborn and reckless personality, which often resulted in him doing things before thinking.

It was his passion, and he was passionately dedicated to his job. He desired to help those in need and make your city safer. So if it meant getting a few cuts and gashed here and there, he was fine with it.

To accomplish his goals, he would put himself in danger, which was the bane of your existence and what kept you up at night.

Yes, you wanted this baby, but the dread was holding back any form of excitement. What if he is killed, leaving you and your child alone? You can barely even stand the idea of your child having to grow up without ever being able to meet their father.

There was a groan from outside the door before it was abruptly opened. The sudden movement spurred you to fall back and knock your head on the carpeted floor.

As soon as your eyes met his navy blue gaze that had his brows quirked inquisitively, you bounced back up to your feet. 

Aomine released a tired sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach. "I gotta take a piss." 

"Yeah." You squeaked before clearing your throat. "Yeah, of course. Gimmie a second." Discreetly, you tried to close the door while pushing the test into a drawer. 

However, his keen eyes must have caught a glance as he pushed the door open effortlessly and stepped inside. "(Y/n)." He stated in the manner in which you knew you might not be able to lie your way out of this. "No wonder you were hacking up a storm the past month." 

Your stomach stirred as if you were going to retch at that moment, yet you pushed it down with a strenuous swallow. 

"It's not what you think." You mumble, eyes stationed on the ground from the inability to meet his gaze. 

The navy-headed male scoffed as he pushed you aside to open the drawer. He stared at the multiple tests for a few seconds before leaning against the door frame and folding his arms. "When were you going to tell me?"

With eyes stationed on your feet, you mumbled out a response shamefully. "I just took them, so I wasn't sure yet. I definitely hadn't planned for you to find out tonight." 

He must have been glaring at you with how you felt his piercing gaze. Abruptly, the tan-skinned man grasped your left wrist and yanked you to his chest. Your gaze shot up at his handsome face, which was showcasing evident anxiety and vexation.

"Why didn't you want to tell me? It's not something to hide unless it's not mine." He conveyed as if it hurt him to say those words. 

It did not take long at all for you to feel guilty. "Can you not accuse me of having an affair and listen to me." You stated that your husband responded a few seconds later by releasing your wrist. Respiring another breath, your hands found their pace anxiously at your belly. "It's just that I have a lot to fear. You put yourself in danger all the time, just rushing in. I can't bear it if you die and leave me and this kid all alone. I know you love your job, but-" 

He ceased your rambling by leaning down to place his lips on yours and kiss you nearly zealously. His arms moved to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly and rested your bottom on the counter. 

You didn't want to give in, but how could you give up such an intimate kiss? You responded in the same manner, kissing him deeply, expressing yourself heartily. There will be no other man that you could love like this. If you were to lose him, it would be like having half of yourself ripped out. 

A single tear had fallen from your eye, which your husband immediately noticed. He pulled back with a heavy inhale and swiped the tear away with the back of his hand. 

His gaze was much softer, and he must have thought deeply about your fear. What if he were to be gone? Then he could never touch you, either. Aomine pressed himself between your legs as he enveloped his strong arms around your torso and pulled you in for a firm embrace.  

"I know it scares you, baby." He expressed softly and placed a kiss on your temple. "It scares me too sometimes. But I would never leave you alone to fend for yourself. Hell would have to freeze over first before I ever give up and die."

"I know." You sniffled.

The navy-eyed male released an arm, placing an open palm underneath your sleep shirt and resting it on your belly. "All I want to do is protect you, make sure nothing could ever happen to you. I'll do the same for this baby, but for damn sure, I'll be here to experience it. I can't go die before my wife and child."

Of course, you just had to cry. You couldn't hold back the streams of tears as they cascaded down your face. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his chest. "I love you." 

"I love you too, ya' big crybaby." You could practically hear a grin in his voice. He hugged you back just as tenderly before pulling back and holding your shoulders. His navy blue eyes looked as if he were examining something on your chest inquisitively. 

"I can't wait for your boobs to grow! They're gonna get humongous!" 

Aaand, there he goes, ruining a sweet moment. "Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲." 

You've read the same sentence over and over at this point, the same thing as you're unable to get any farther than that in your book. Attempting to keep your mind preoccupied with the thriller fantasy remained futile as your mind continued to replay your doctor's visit over and over again.

For a few weeks, you've been feeling ill and sickly, with your stomach churning every time you ate. Even your breast felt plumper, and your joints ached, so at that point, you knew it warranted a doctor's visit. 

Assuming it was the flu, you were proved a fool when the doctor declared your illness as pregnancy. 

Overjoyed, you couldn't have smiled any larger after hearing the news. Yet that smile had swiftly fallen when you thought deeper about it. Yes, you were going to have your lovely husband's child, but you were also going to birth an heir for his company. 

You knew exactly how difficult it was to grow up in a wealthy household with an overbearing, demanding father. Akashi experienced an even worse version of that, and it made sense that it was exactly how your husband was going to act. 

It's all he knew, and like father-like child, they would have the same mindset. Strive for the best and win no matter who you have to crush. 

It was a not-the-healthiest environment, and you couldn't bear to give your child such a stressful workload and a domineering father. There was only so much you could do to give your child an actual childhood without straining your relationship with your husband. 

By raising the child maturely, he'd be taking away his child's youth just as his own father had. 

At the time, the doctor had noticed your sudden uneasiness and handed over a business card: "If there is something wrong and you are unable to have this baby, then you can call this number and schedule a meeting. They'll do it safely and ethically. However, it is your choice to choose whatever will be best for you and your baby."

Her words have stayed in your head, droning over again and again as you weighed your options. You loved your husband deeply, with all your heart, considering how you married him almost right after high school. Continuing your lineage wasn't a topic brought up, as you both enjoyed the bliss of married life.

You two are still young, and you weren't sure if you were ready to disrupt that life because of the chaos of raising a child with different views. Soon, you were going to have to make a decision; you couldn't just lie in bed all day.

A) You could give birth normally and fight nearly all the time on the way to raising your child.

B) Let the information of pregnancy remain a secret and get an abortion. 

C) Pack your things and leave without informing him to raise the child in secret yourself.

All of them seemed like such extreme options, with neither being able to produce the greatest result. Either way, you're going to have to choose one.

The sound of your bedroom door opening snapped you out of your myriad of thoughts and brought you back to the present. Darting your eyes back down to your book, you attempted to seem preoccupied. 

"I see that you are better." Your husband's voice fills the room as he steps closer to the bed. He rested the back of his hand against your forehead and felt the heat of it. "Still warm, however."

Glancing up, you gave him a slight nod and cleared your throat. "Welcome home, love. I didn't expect you to be home so early. I was even going to take a bath."

He hummed in response and leaned down to kiss your temple. "Don't let me stop you," he murmured with a slight quirk on his lip. "There wasn't much to discuss at the meeting, so instead of wasting everyone's time, I sent everyone home early."

You could only produce a weak smile before returning your attention to your book. "In a little bit, then." 

Akashi nodded as he stepped back to stride over to the walk-in closet and removed the blazer from his black suit. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?" Clothes shuffle, and the bin clicks as he changes. "I assume that it was nothing serious as you're not freaking out or acting as if your dying."

His teasing remark almost makes you laugh, but the situation is dire. "It was the flu, so my doctor prescribed some medicine and bed rest." You'll lie for now and take the time to figure out the game plan.

He hummed to himself before walking out and fixing the buttons on his sleepwear. "I see, so there is nothing else?" He queried with his duo-colored gaze, staring at your face.

You shook your head no while keeping your attention focused on the book, even though you've been looking through your peripheral. 

Nodding his head of bright crimson hair, he stepped back into the closet, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The stress was getting to you already, and it seemed that you would take up that bath now. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you dragged yourself to the personal bathroom and turned on the faucet. 

Gushing hot water pooled in the porcelain white basin before it became oblique as you sprayed bubbles and bath salts into it. 

Discarding your clothes right there, you stepped in carefully before relaxing against the cushioned backrest. It seems Akashi was already lying down as he left you to enjoy your bath in peace. 

And so you did, turning on the jets and letting the pulsating water massage your tense muscles. It wasn't until your fingers were pruned and the water-cooled that you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

In the main room, your husband was lying down while reading a newspaper. "Did you have a nice bath?" He asked without looking your way. 

"Yes." You murmured while entering the walk-in closet and searching for loose sleepwear.

"You know," Akashi began, and your heart skipped a beat of dread. "I've acted unaware to spare some from appearing incompetent, but I do not like being played a fool."

Almost immediately, your mouth grows dry, and you struggle to swallow. "Where are you going with that?"

He doesn't respond immediately; you can only hear the sound of his newspaper shuffling. Waiting a few more seconds and only receiving silence, you stepped out and peered nervously around the corner. 

Of course, the man himself sat crossed arm on his side of the bed as he met your gaze. "I don't like liars, (Y/n)." 

"But I didn't!" You refute before sighing and sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. "I just hadn't had the time to think it through."

"Huh?" The bright-eyed man questioned. "What is there to think through? You're pregnant with my heir, and we have everything we need to provide for that child."

Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate whether or not you should now begin arguing about how you'd both differ on raising this baby.  "Of course, the materialistic aspect is there, but Sei... you don't have much fatherly instinct. You treat everything like it's a business transaction." 

Akashi's duo-colored eyes looked up in the right corner as he placed a curled finger against his chin. "Do I treat our relationship like that?" He asked almost playfully, yet there was an underlying vexation to it. 

"Well, you used to. It wasn't until we had that break you came back to me, actually showing your vulnerability and willingness to not put up a wall with me." You picked your words carefully, not desiring to insult him or make him feel embarrassed. 

"That's right, before." His clothes shuffled as he stood up to venture around the bed and take a seat by your side. "It's a shame you think so low of me and decide to lie. I'm your husband, the only person you're supposed to be truthful with." 

You feel shameful and are unable to meet his gaze even as he's right by your side. "I-I don't. We are both aware of how our parents raised us, and you have taken after your father in more ways than one. I just know you'll raise them with independence and maturity that would snatch away the ignorance of childhood." 

Silence, you can barely even hear the sound of your own breathing. What was he thinking? Was he taking you seriously, or would he just think it was the hormonal ramblings of a pregnant woman? 

"(Y/n)." He calls tenderly and reaches over to place a hand over yours that was in your lap. "I understand where you are coming from, but I wish you had had this conversation with me earlier instead of thinking so low of your own husband."

"I'm sorry."

Akashi sighed and leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he could hug your side. "You were not completely baseless; however, with you by my side, you'd be the voice of reason to step in if I were to fall into my father's ways." 

This time, you were finally able to raise your head and meet his gaze. "But that is how relationships become strained, with the constant arguing." You state almost with a quivering lip. 

"I'd like to think that our relationship is stronger than that." He mused with his other hand, which was still covering your hand, to tap at your wedding ring. "We will figure things out, my love. But we have to communicate, not keep things to ourselves. And I know you always try to fix things yourself, but marriage means sharing that burden." 

A slight grin plays on your lip as you look at him. "I always knew you were very mature for your age, but I hadn't known you were this judicious. I'm sorry for lying and almost doing something drastic." 

"And I'm sorry for making it seem that you couldn't trust me. We still have a lot to learn about our marriage." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭." 

The growing weight and plumpness of your breasts were something you had assumed resulted from the considerable amount of sweets you eat together. You also had been eating confectionaries that had been too rich before.

But it made sense that the food cravings you've been having were all sweets, the favorite of your dear sweet husband. The food bill is going to get out of control with now the added hankerings of a child.

Though, as great as the news was, you did have some reservations about the situation. You had not been born the healthiest, with a forever ailment cursing your lungs. Your doctor was quick, as she provided a prescription and set up appointments with specialists to be on top of that. 

It might be a difficult pregnancy, but the aspect of growing a whole new life in your belly was a difficult and strenuous task to begin with. However, having a family, a child, with the man you loved would give you such purpose.

However, the amount you need to clean from wrappers and rubbish might just drown you all. It isn't very pleasant cleaning all the time, but you cannot help but giggle and imagine the future with your husband and your baby. 

It would be nice to have a little mini version of your husband running...no lazying around when your husband was at work for long hours or playing basketball with his high school buddies.

When you came home from your appointment, you were still on a blissful high from the information. It felt almost like a fairy tale, and nothing could break that joy currently. 

Murasakibara should be leaving work soon, and you still haven't prepared dinner, so an idea came to mind. What better way to tell such important information than with his all-time obsession, confections? 

Even though your husband was more skilled than you in baking, you've watched him enough to do some basic things. A small cake with four thinner cakes should do it. You'll ice them differently, with the left side being baby blue and the right a bright pink. 

You'll use a frosting bag, put a thin point on it, and write the words, 'Would daddy like a girl or a boy?' It was cute, maybe a bit cringe-worthy, but that's what made it noteworthy. It's a memory that you'll never forget.

Placing it on the stand in the dining room, you returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. Another hour and the lavender-headed male will be coming home, so there is just enough time to make dinner. 

It's so exciting and surreal to be pregnant, to hold a whole life right inside of you. You wonder if they'll look like your husband or have his lazy genes. The ability to imagine and envision a future of what is to come is so remarkable that you can't wait to share that joy with your husband.

"(N/n)-chin." Murasakibara's voice calls out as the front door closes. 

Barely holding down a smile, you wipe your hands and approach him. "Hi, honey." He leans down just as you step up on your tippy toes to kiss him. He smells like candy and flour. "How was work, Atsushi?"

"Busy." He replied in his usual tone as he stood back to his full height to remove his coat. "What's for dessert?" 

Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a giggle. He's so silly and cute. "Well, I did make you something special, but how about you eat dinner first?" He clicks his tongue but silently walks with you to the kitchen to get his plate. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat after I finish washing dishes." 

"Okay." He murmurs while grabbing his plate. You watch his hunching figure trek toward the dining room and internally squeal. 

With jittery hands, you turn on the sink to begin washing dishes, yet it does not take long for you to hear him call out your name from the other room. "(N/n)-chin." 

"Yes, honey?"

His heaving footsteps echoed as he approached before you saw him crouch by your side in your peripheral. Murasakibara's large hands reached for your hips as he slightly pushed your body at an angle so your stomach was facing him. 

"It doesn't..." His fingers trailed toward your tummy as he lifted your shirt and dragged his calloused skin against the soft flesh. "It doesn't look like our baby is in there." 

How does he always manage to say the sweetest things? Smiling, you turned off the water and bent down to look at his crouching figure. "That is because I've only been pregnant for a few months, honey. Our baby is only about the size of a plum."

"Tiny." He whispered with his violet eyes twinkling. The large man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of your belly. "So tiny. How am I not going to hurt such a tiny thing?" 

Ugh, there is only so much cuteness you can take, and you're close to overloading. "Well, when they come in nine months, they're going to be much larger. And with it being your baby, it might be one heavy baby." You teased while reaching down to caress the side of his face.

Your husband hummed, vibrating your belly as he appeared to think to himself. "I wonder what kind of candy they'll like?" 

"Ah, ah." You stressed the vowels and patted his face a little harshly. "They won't be able to digest candy for months, maybe even several years." 

"Annoying." He grunted before blowing a raspberry on your tummy. Your abdomen flexed as you giggled and pushed him from the tickling. "I want to feed them sooner. I want to feed them now." 

Wagging a finger, you spoke to him sweetly. "Nine months. Now, get up, and you can feed me some cake for now."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐚!?" 

"Ryouta, don't be ridiculous." You chastised your overbearing and protective husband in the check-up room. "How would I even get infected with that?" 

"Then it's gotta be COVID-19-" You placed a hand over his mouth as you rubbed your temples. 

It's not as bad as he's been making it out to be. You've just been extremely lethargic and unable to sleep well. It felt like you were having the systems of PMS, which made you think that it was what just came with being a woman. 

So you refused to go to the doctors at first, yet Kise, being Kise, rambled about the what-ifs, even suggesting cancer. At that point, you had to go in and put his mind at ease.

The doctor had already done some blood work and taken some samples, so the two of you were just waiting. "(Y/n)-cchi, what if it's something deadly because you took so long to get a check-up? That's why it's taking so long for us to get your results back!" 

"My god(s)!" You snapped and pinched his cheek harshly. "Stop assuming the worst, you hypochondriac! It's probably the flu or something!" 

"Actually!" Both of your heads whipped towards the door as your doctor stepped in with a teasing grin. "I'm here to deliver some good news." Handing over a piece of paper, you snatched it quickly and read over the words.

"Pregnant?" You read it quietly before gasping audibly. "Pregnant?!"

Kise gripped your shoulders and shook you in your stop with this enormous, overpowering grin on his lips. "Pregnant! We're going to have a little us running around!" He squealed. 

Your doctor nodded as he sat by his computer and began typing away. "It's always lovely to see the joy of new parents. I'll prescribe some prenatal and sleeping medicine for insomnia. I'm also going to put in a referral for the OB/GYN. You'll start to see them for your pregnancy checkups." 

Still stunned by the new information, you struggled to hold in your own joy as you clasped your hands tightly around your husband and squeezed. How nice it will be to have a miniature version of your partner while he is gone long hours flying. 

"Alright, that's done. The two of you are free to go and celebrate if you have no more questions," the doctor conveyed. With that, Kise did not need to be told twice, as he was rushing the two of you out of there. 

He's practically dragging you outside and toward his car. "Baby! Babies! Hehe, we're going to have the cutest baby!" He giggles with that massive grin. 

It's infectious, and you struggle to hold down your own smile. "We are going to have the cutest baby ever." 

Agreeing with your remark, he opened the passenger side door and ushered to you. However, once you sit down, he's already leaning over to buckle you up himself. "Ryouta, I can do it myself. I'm not disabled." 

"I know~." He stretches his words before kissing you on the lips and then on your nose. "I just feel like I need to step up and be the most amazing husband and soon-to-be father. And I get the excuse to dote on you in the meantime." 

You feel the strain in your cheeks as you smile again, with warmth blossoming on your face. "Oh geez, you can be so cute sometimes." 

"No, you." He refuted while crouching, his hands reaching to grasp your hand. Kissing the wedding ring on your finger, he meets your gaze with strong, unwavering eyes. "Not only do I get to have you as my wife, but now the mother of my child. This is so cool!"

Even though Kise can be overdramatic, loud, and overbearing, he is bright, bubbly, and a big ball of optimism. He was easy to love...and easy to get annoyed with, too, but it was even more challenging to be mad at him. Either way, you loved him with all your heart. Now, your family of two will be three in nine months. 

To think you'd be a mother already, phew, was still a little shocking, but it was still extremely prideful. You get to have this lovingly amazing man's baby.

You must have had an affectionate expression on your face, considering your husband couldn't help but lean up and kiss your lips tenderly. He tasted like coffee cake. "All buckled up, mommy~." Kise sang before making his way to his side of the car." 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your ankles. "Don't be cringe." 

"It's in my nature." He rebutted while turning on the car and pulling out of his parking spot. "Ouu! I can't wait until I tell everyone at basketball. Especially my co-pilots. They're gonna be so jealous!" 

"Oh, I'm sure." You mused and reached over to hold his free hand. "You'll be a great father, Ryouta." 

He peeked over at you, his face blushing softly as he grinned again and returned his vision to the road. "I love you so damn much." 

"I love you too, you silly man." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."  

It's taking forever to get your results back from the doctor. You honestly should have gone home instead of agreeing to wait. You don't have all the time in the world to just sit around and bide your time just to be told what kind of sickness you have. 

It would have been so much easier if your husband, who was an accomplished doctor, could give you a check-up himself. However, his fear of germs and your coughing quite literally had him push you away and set up an appointment for you on his computer. 

And, of course, on the day of, he was called in, so you had to go alone, which made you even more annoyed. Now you're just here, lying on the examination table with your fingers tapping on your own arm. It just so happened that even your phone had died, so now you have nothing but your own rambling thoughts to fill the time. 

However, you will admit that it is nice to have a break from the Oha Asa radio station blaring from Midorima's office at home.

You loved that man and all his quirks, but sometimes, they did get bothersome if you were already on your last nerve. 

Abprutly, there was a knock at the door that spurred you to fling up and fix your sitting position. Your doctor came in with a smile, though you couldn't hide your surprise when she was followed in by your husband. 

"Shintarou?" You called and rubbed at your arms anxiously. "Is everything okay?" 

The basil-headed man attempted to speak, yet he tripped over his words, which compelled the blush on his face to grow in hue. 

Your doctor sighed and pushed him aside as she met your gaze. "Great news! You're pregnant, Midorima-san!" 

With your mouth falling agape, you thrust your head forward as your heart skipped a beat. "You have to be joking with me. What's really wrong?"

The two doctors gave each other a side-eyed look before glancing back at you. "We are serious, (Y/n)." Your husband stated. "Your bloodwork proves that you are p-pregnant." He tripped over his words with the ruddiness on his cheeks darkening. 

"Oh." You muttered, slouching in your seat with your gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh." Once your brain started working, you pointed an accusing finger at the emerald-eyed man. "This is all your fault, ya' damn green bean!" 

"(Y/n), please, not here." Midorima pleaded with his hands raised. 

You could only 'hmph' to yourself while crossing your arms beneath your bust. "Now I have to be disabled for nine months. I won't be able to bend over or even tie my own shoes. And I'm going to get so fat." 

The doctor laughed while she wrote something on a piece of paper. "It gets easier with time. I'll leave you two alone for now, but I'll give you this paper with your prescription and appointment date." She handed it over and congratulated you both once more before leaving the room. 

Midorima cleared his throat as you stared at him with a brow raised. Your finger was tapping impassionately as your legs swung. "I-I'll call Takao to take you home." He murmured without meeting your gaze. 

You hummed in response, glaring right at his head. He appeared to have more he wanted to say yet struggled to relay them. Instead of wasting both of your time, he turned around and grasped the handle yet stalled like a statue.

Slowly, he turned back to face you and bit into his bottom lip. "I...I am delighted that we get to grow our family." Your glare fell in an instant at his words. "There's no one I'd rather be married to or have be the mother to my child." 

At that moment, your annoyance had dispersed with the realization that you would really be growing your soulmate's baby within you. A child shared between your love will be here in nine months and will be loved wholeheartedly by their father. 

Midorima has a lot of love to give, and you can be sure that your child will only know what a loving household is like. 

"Sweet talker." You jib and release your crossed arms to help push yourself off the examination table. "I know you'll be a great father." Your hands found his waist as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him on the lips. "We can talk more about this later. 

Even his nose looked bright pink as he shifted his gaze away bashfully. "Please do not tease me at work." 

"Don't test me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦8,042 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

See ya later, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐬!

[h3av3ns6ys]

Should I post this fanfic rn chat yes or no

[here-to-read-and-write]

Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)

1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)

2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺

It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.

Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.

Characters mentioned : John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

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1.

Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?

The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.

Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.

Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.

Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.

Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.

Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!

Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.

You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.

You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.

Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.

Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.

"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.

Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.

"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.

"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.

Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.

Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.

"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.

You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.

Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.

Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.

Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.

For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.

König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.

Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?

In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.

I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.

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[mangosasageyo]

One piece reader insert. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/367307206-one-piece-reader-insert?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=mangosasageyo 

 Desc: A girl who was born in a flower with no memories of who she was and what world she lived in, the only thing she knows is her [Will] in this world. __________ 

Warning: This book may include heavy spoilers. Read at your own risk if you're not caught up in the anime. Also, a decent amount of cursing and a bit of heated moments in some chapters. Some characters may be out of character and some chapters are not in the anime. 

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[The original series, One Piece, does not belong to me. All rights belong to Eiichiro Oda. This is just for fun and for coping people out there.] 

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Author's note: Hi, my name is mango the author of this book, I am still new to this and may upload chapters at random times due to my schoolwork and other things. My English may be average, but with the help of my brother [Abysmaldown], him and I, will try our best to make the story make sense for you readers. Before I end this note, please remain nice towards the author and refrain from bashing me online, I accept criticism and tips for me to improve this story for readers to enjoy. With that, thank you to everyone who read this story I made just for fun, and I hope you have a nice day or night. 

 - mangosasageyo :] ___________ 

Start: 04/18/2024 

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[alieeelinn]

alieee .𖥔 ݁ ˖ minor | she/her | a multiFandom writer

ᝰ I write for SBG and Pjo (I'm still thinking if I should write for other fandoms)

Please know that I don't write smut nor nsfw, it's a huge no for me. I hope you understand

Masterlist

[asu-luv]

Chaper 1

Over 1127 years ago before the Heian and Tashiro era was the Nara period. And on this exact date January 1st, 784, you were coming back home from celebrating the new year with friends and family, usually you would have gone with your husband but he laid back at home saying he was feeling under the weather.

Why did he have to fall ill on New Years of all day's?

You think to yourself whlie walking the long trail that led to your shared home, but anyway you still brought a treat for your sick hubby.

While walking underneath the cool night sky full of beautiful stars and some lingering fireworks still being set off by people celebrating the holiday, you held a basket full of your husband's favorite sweets, Mochi, Yokan, and his absolute favorite Monaka.

You chuckle under your breath thinking of your husband's sweet tooth.

"Oh gosh, I hope these snacks will raise his spirits."

After a long walk through the night you arrive to you and your husband's shared home, upon opening the door you are met with dead silence, silence so heavy it gave you an unsettling feeling in your gut.

That's strange... You can't shake off this weird feeling but you try your best to ignore it and bring your focus to something else,

"Tashima honey, I made it back home!"

I place the basket of sweets on the coffee table, still waiting for an answer.

"He must be asleep."

I whisper to myself as I start to slowly creep to his bedroom.

Ever since he said he felt sick we agreed to temporarily sleep in separate rooms, to prevent me from getting sick as well. While creeping up to his room as quiet as I could as if not to accidently wake him up, but I ended up stepping on a loose floor board admitting a loud creak.

I stop all movements, my breath comes to a halt for I was a bit startled by the noise but I brushed it off ass I heard muffling or more of a shuffle coming from Tashima's room.

I walked towards his door slowly sliding it open all the away until I heard a click, "w-what..." I look throughout my husband's room the first thing I see is him sitting up on his futon with his chest completely bare, strands of hair sticking up and some lying on his sweaty forehead, then I turn to look at the second person....

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The woman laying against my husband wearing almost nothing but layer of smeared red lipstick, her hair was just as frazzled as my husband's.

I stare at them both in bewilderment, I see my husband's mouth moving but his words fall on deaf ears, all I hear is the ringing in my ears as tears spill from my eyes, the warm salty substance brings me back to reality.

"T-tashima?"

My words come out as broken sobs as I stare at my deceiving husband, I finally suck in a breath feeling completely heart broken as I rush to the kitchen but out the corner of my eye I see Tashima chasing after me, wearing the blanket that once kept me and him warm on cold winters night. Now it has been tainted by that whore of a woman.

"Y/N! Wait please let me explain, baby!"

He yells out to me following me to the kitchen.

~~~

When we both reach the kitchen I look up at him in disappoinment he's a disgusting cheating mess, I look at how he lazily wrapped the blanket around him to cover himself, now that I'm thinking about it the flower printed kimono he had bought me for my birthday is looking really burnable right now.

"What is there to explain, CHEATER!"

I scream to the top of my lugs, it leaves a echo ringing throughout the house, Even after what I said he continues to speak, "L-look me and the guys were messing around earlier.... d-drinking and-"

"I thought you were sick!"

He clams up eyes widening, looks like I caught him in his lie.

"I-I got better..."

An annoyed look could be seen on my face, I'm clearly sick of his bullshit yet I remain silent.

"I got pretty tipsy and I ran into... a-a prostitute."

My eyes widen

"YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH A PROSTITUTE?!"

He looks down at you shame written over his face.

"I'm sorr-"

You cut him off

"Bring her."

"W-what?"

"BRING THE WHORE YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH!"

I shout at him again this time making him flinch before rushing off to get the woman he cheating on me with, he comes back with her and instead of covering her up she stands next to him completely naked,

Ugh! It's like he's rubbing it in.

There's not much to say she was the perfect woman, big breasts, slim waist and face, to top it off she thick hips and of course a small stature, it's not like you we're ugly or anything you had what she had but you were just on the chubby side, but you were still a pretty woman.

"What is your name, cunt?" I ask raising an eyebrow at the prostitute.

She sweat drops "I-it's Asumei" she spoke quietly,

Hm? I guess she feels shame too

"That's a pretty name, follow me Asumei"

Before she answers me I take her hand leading her to the other side of the kitchen leaving Tashima alone. As she follows close behind me I come to a halt her doing the same.

"It's a shame really, you really are a pretty gal."

"H-huh?"

I grip her by her hair yacking it so hard that I spin her bare back towards me as I reach for the big kitchen knife in the counter, of course she screams the annoying bitch, I look up to see Tashima running towards me but by then it's too late the sharp edge of the knife is covered in her blood, all I know is that her last words were muffled from her gurgling and choking on her own blood. I eventually dropped her body watching her spasming on the floor until her body went limp.

I let out a contented sigh then look up at Tashima.

"Y'know just minutes ago I was thinking about coming home to my sweet, loving, and loyal husband. I even brought home your favorite desserts."

I run my hands over my face laughing hysterically

"What's even crazier, I was just thinking about how the rest of my life will be like with you... But you just HAD to screw it up!"

He looks down at Asumei's corpse then back up at me, shock and fear in his eyes.

"You danm psycho!" He yells as he drops to his knees staring at the dead body.

"Well that was rude." I simply say,

"You're fucking insane, just wait until I tell the rest of the village!"

I watch him as he rushes to the door before he can even reach the handle I throw the knife at him, it lands right between his shoulder bland...

Tsk, I was aiming for his neck

"Ack! Fucking hell!"

He falls limp to the floor, I must've hit a nerve.

I walk towards his now paralyzed body, standing over it with a crazed smile

"I-I hope you burn in hell you bitch." He mutters.

Instead of responding with a snarky comment, I wedge the knife from out of his back giving him more pain.

I watch as the knife drips with a mixture of Asumei and Tashima's blood, I stare at it's crimson color for some reason I was drawn to it, I glide my fingers over the bloodied knife,

"It's still warm."

You say in strange wonderment. Before I knew it I was bringing the knife towards my mouth slowly licking a stride of their combined blood.

Tashima shivers below me clearly sicken by my strange display.

"How sick!"

As I consume their blood I feel different than I was a few moments ago, I can feel and hear my own heart beating faster and faster, I feel every vein pulsating I smell new things entirely and....

I'm

Very

Very

Very

Very

Hungry.

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A lost danganronpa trigger happy havoc fanic

Hello everyone! Back in 2020 I read a Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc fanfic and began looking for it in late 2021 but couldn't find it. Now here I am trying to look for it again, if you have any leads please share!!

Here are some details that I remember off the top of my head:

-it was a variousxreader or a reader-insert fanfic

-it took place in danganronpa trigger happy havoc and followed the main storyline (it wasn't a non-killing game au)

-the reader had the ability to resurrect/revive dead people

-the reader hid all the revived characters in their room since the camera in their room was broken

-other characters weren't aware of the reader's powers

-the reader had to wake up really early to cook for all the people that were hiding in their room

-the fanfic itself was decently long, however I'm not too sure how much might've been added in the 3 years I wasn't able to read it

-I originally read it on Wattpad, but it might've been cross-posted on another platform so just keep that in mind :)

I apologize if it's not super specific, but thank you for reading and I hope something can be found! :D

[joker-ali]

ironheart // prologue

on her merry little way to school, (first/name) encounters a dangerous villain, blocking her usual quick route. deciding to find another way seems like the best option, until she notices a child struck with fear. damn, why is her moral compass so willed?

next chapter // masterlist // warning : fight scene, minor cursing 

bnha! characters x afab! reader // 1.32k

Hurriedly walking through the streets of Japan, desiring to get to her school across city, (F/N) had no time to mess around. If she got to school after the bell rang, who knows what would happen?

Even if she’s late, it wasn’t really her fault, considering all the unpredictable things that could happen, was it? Couldn’t be, but who could tell what her the dean of students would say.

Her school was strict, unnecessarily strict when it came to being late. It wasn’t like students could control time or what happens in the morning, so why in hell are students reprimanded for it?

Basically jogging to get to her school, she overheard other citizens mindlessly talking about a villain incident up ahead, hopefully she would be able to avoid that area. Hopefully.

Well, she couldn’t avoid the area. The closer and closer she got to the nauseating gasoline-scented area the closer she saw the debris filled area. It had looked like a war zone, which it really was.

A super-sized villain stood on the street, wildly waving his arms and roaring, maximizing the damage he could actually perform. The wreckage and rubble from the battle cracked the stiff concrete around the area, barely managing to not From the amount of damage done to the surrounding features, even an uneducated fool could tell this guy was dangerous to everyone.

Rushing citizens out of the way, rescue heroes and pro heroes dashed onto the scene, some helping citizens and some directly attacking the villain. They tried their best, but was it really enough?

Hidden in the chaos of the whole situation, a kid lay awestruck in his spot at the sight in front of him. I mean who wouldn’t be, this was a behind the scenes of his favorite hero(es). But this was not worth the consequence that awaited him.

His once excited expression turned into horror as small debris started falling towards him. Stricken by fear, the kid was unable to move as multiple hit the space around him, the aftermath hitting his shoes. 

The rescue heroes weren’t able to spot him, but (L/N), who did, hurtling into the battle, grabbing onto the energy gloves hidden away in her pockets as she ran.

Should she really be doing this? What encouraged her to save this random child, this stranger she would probably have never seen again, most likely because he would be dead. Why was her moral compass that strong-willed to help her stare death straight in the face to save a child she didn’t even know?

“Come on kid, you gotta move!” First trying to push the kid out of the way didn’t prove to be successful. The kid wouldn’t budge at all, but there was another way (hopefully). She instead slipped on the slim black glove, raising one hand into the sky pointed at the falling rubble, and the other wrapped tightly around the kid. Dragging the kid down with her to get low, (L/N) exclaimed “hold on”, out of breath and waiting until the rubble fell to make her move.

In order for the gloves to work, there would have to be enough energy left order to be able to blast the large scraps away. But this would be the first official test using the gloves, that wasn’t just on random objects. A large force would have to hit in order for her to quickly store energy and then use it the second after, or was there another way? What if she could wait for the rubble to hit and then react? But how much force would that actually provide?

There wasn’t enough time to think, before she let the rubble scrape her middle finger, and reacted.

. . . .

BAM! Blasting away the rubble into smaller pieces, the large debris became smaller pebbles and fell around the pair.

Slowly raising herself out of the discarded rubble with the kid still hanging onto her lower body, she dusted off the scraps of concrete and metal on both of them, before checking in with the kid.

“You alright, kid?” The kid she had rescued cling onto her clothing, most likely leaving dirty grim marks on her school sweater. Untucking his head from her waist, he gave her a big and bright smile, and a thumbs-up! The kid was all good.

A rescue hero popped out of nowhere, speeding over to the scene where (L/N) and the child were both attempting to move to the side, escorting them to the boundary. Was it really necessary? No, but was the job even necessary? Telling the pair to stay there until the fight was over for attention, whether medical reason or not, the two stayed within the perimeter.

The child was now attached to the side of (L/N)’s leg, avidly watching the scene ahead of him. Fascinated with the way Kamui Woods and Mount Lady took control of the situation, stars shone in the vivid bluish-green eyes belonging to the child. (F/N) couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the sight of a child watching something that they enjoyed. But for that to be a fight between heroes and villains took away some of that desirable satisfaction. Slipping off, the now overly powered-up gloves and tucking them away in her pocket, she waited until the battle ended to see what would happen.

Once successfully taking care of the accident, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, Backdraft, even Death Arms came over to check in. Not exclusively on the kid, but had also praised (L/N) on her quick, but ultimately reckless thinking.

“That’s just the kind of person UA needs, I could put in a good word for you y’know!” Mount Lady playfully nudged the semi-confused (L/N), while Death Arms and Kamui Woods still lectured the girl.

“Thank you?”

A random sidekick of a hero in the area approached her, exclaiming “You’d make a great hero some day with that quirk!” Imagine.

Death Arms coaxed the kid out of clinging onto (L/N)’s legs with a warm smile and kind words, contradictory to his previous actions, bringing him into his arms so they could go off and find his family.

Shaking his head, Kamui gave up on scolding, instead grabbing a card out of his pocket and handing it over to the stunned girl. “When you become a hero, come to my agency, we’ll set you up well.”

Accepting the card and snapping out of her dazed state, (L/N) started walking into the direction of her school at the fear of being late, before colliding into something, no, someone.

Wasn’t really her fault though, the blinding lights from the overwhelming amount of photos taken completely blocked her eyesight. Yeah, that’s a great reason. 

Accidentally knocking into some guy with green hair, that somehow resembled that of broccoli, muttering a quick apology wasn’t enough until a question was asked.

“Hey, ar-aren’t you the person who saved the kid on the other side? How’d you do that?” Glancing down at her cellphone, tucked safely in her pocket, she didn’t know what exactly she could do. With the pure excitement radiating off of this stranger, to the impending doom of being late to class, it was a conflicting clash.

“Adrenaline I guess? I don’t know, I have to get to school?” Hurrying off, the stranger’s words were caught in their throat, unable to ask anymore questions and just watched as (L/N) wandered off.

Taking one last glance, and a deep breath, she only had.. 5 minutes! That wasn’t enough time at all!

She did have an excuse after all, but was that really enough? Her school was strict as everyone knows, so what would they really say?

She decided not to figure out, and instead running towards the school in a hurry.

A sprinting (L/N) ran towards her school, not knowing that her entire life was about to change, because of a chance encounter with a random, irresponsible kid and dangerous falling debris.

if u are seeing this, have a great day <3

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↳✦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ✦ 18+

↳「ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ」║ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

One of the few NSFW chapters. Had to show how you became pregnant.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ ᴛᴀɪɢᴀ

✦ "𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧."

Heartily obliging, you squeeze your hands around his wrist while leaning upwards to capture his lips in another savory kiss.

Your back pressed into the pillows that held your body at an angle so Kagami could grip your hips and roll into you in a primal manner.

His lips pulled away from yours leisurely, those fiery ruby red optics of his were half-lidded as he gazed down at you.

He could feel the heat wafting off of your body with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. Hair clung to your face and neck, some sprawled out across the pillows.

Kagami's hips jerked awkwardly at the sight. He hit the entrance to your womb harshly, a sharp gasp leaving your lips while your hold on his wrist tightened.

"I'm sorry." He murmured along your neck, one of his hands releasing your hip to stroke your abdomen where your womb rested beneath.

The male repressed his once eager thrust to a slow rocking of his body, disallowing himself to enter fully inside due to his earlier carelessness.

You inhaled acutely for a moment as the bitter tingling subdued just as quickly as it arrived. Its sensation over stimulating from your already four org*sms. The furrow in your brows quickly rose upwards, your expression more relaxed.

"Taiga." Your beautiful voice sounded his name in a reassuring tone. "Didn't I tell you I liked that?"

Kagami laughed dryly, slouching slightly as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours. "I'm still getting used to it." He murmured airily. "There is always a bit of worry that my length is too much for you."

The chuckle reverberating from your chest caught your husband's attention. He pulled away to witness a dazzling smile overtaking your lips.

"You're very sweet and caring and I love that about you." Your hands migrated from their place on his wrist to his chest where you flicked his nipples.

You watched the male suck in his stomach, his firm abbs tensing before relaxing.

"But right now, I want you deep inside of me when you c*m."

His face, which was already flushed from the heat of his actions, grew more radiant from your words. No matter how long he had been with you, your straightforwardness always left him stunned.

Shocked he may be, but only for a moment as his confidence would grow and he would happily follow through with your wish.

Kagami increased the pace of his thrust, both hands placed tightly on your hips so he could move your body along and match his speed.

Your own flung to the sheets where you grasped them firmly, nails pressing into the palm of your hands and marking your skin with temporary blemishes.

Shutting your eyes to relish in his sensual thrust, you hummed audibly. The veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck brushed up against every tender sensitive spot inside, both deep and shallow.

"No." He grunted breathlessly while digging the calloused pads of his fingertips into your bottom. "I want you to look at me. Let me see that look in your eyes when I c*m inside."

And he was the one shocked by your straightforwardness.

Gradually you let your eyelids open to reveal the dim form of your husband whose sweaty skin glistened from the moonlight.

When your gaze met his own, you witnessed the corner of his lip quirk up into a grin.

"That's better."

You blew out a snort of air in a laughing manner and bucked your hips upwards. His lips parted slightly, an airy grunt echoing out as his already deeply pointed eyes narrowed further.

The man was close, you could tell, his short, shallow breaths and the deep rocking of his muscular lower body was proof enough.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Kagami was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Kagami held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

The man was madly in love with you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."

The grin was glimmering on your lips, your teeth on display from his sweet flattery. You were sure you appeared like a disheveled mess.

Drool dribbling down the corners of your lips, hair sprawled across the mattress, with the only article of clothing that still adorned your body being a sweatshirt that rose over your stomach.

His hands were burrowed in the sheets next to your head as he loomed over, hovering above your face so he could watch your debauched expressions.

You weren't shy of your s*xual desires and definitely were not ashamed of revealing how good you were feeling.

With eyes half-lidded and lips parted suggestively, the clear pleasure that he caused rippling through your veins was obvious.

And not a bad sight for your husband if he might add.

Your legs that were wrapped around his bottom tightened from the way his hips jutted and thrust deepened into your body.

You hummed blissfully, maneuvering your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your face.

"I want to see how pretty you look when you c*m inside me, Tetsuya."

There was a momentary lapse in the rocking of his hips before the pace grew hastier. Kuroko's usually stoic expression was long gone as furrowed brows and narrowed eyes took their place.

His lips were slightly spread, his breathless groans and grunts echoing out while you felt the vibrations against your chest.

"(Y/n)." Your name was a breathless melody that he yearned to sing and you craved to hear.

The grin never fell from your face watching his own expression. His body was obviously close, and the feeling of his muscles flexing against your body was proof enough.

But you knew exactly what to do to accelerate his approaching org*sm.

One of your hands tenderly brushed back his baby blue bangs that stuck to his forehead so you could kiss his warm skin.

"Just like that, Tetsuya. You are doing so good."

His low grunts rose to louder mewls of pleasure that sounded through your ears. The muscles on his biceps flexed from how hard he pressed his hands into the mattress.

Kuroko's member was twitching against the restricting walls around him, brushing against your sensitive nerves that begged him to release.

"You don't need to prolong it any longer. You can c*m if you need to."

"Hng~!" His eyes snapped shut, his teeth gritting against each other as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

The rolling his grew more intense, reaching farther inside of your body. His breathing was ragged, his exhalation causing your skin to flutter underneath.

Your nails ran along his scalp tenderly as you continued to urge him on, praising everything about him until finally, you felt tears shed from his face and his voice crack.

The tip of his member kissed your cervix lightly before he placed himself against it firmly. His c*ck spewed his hot seed in quick frantic bursts inside of your womb.

Kuroko sucked in his stomach, his balls squeezing as he emptied everything he had inside. Slowly he rode out his org*sm, rocking his hips to help you greedily eat up his c*m.

It painted your insides white, dripping past his c*ck and trailing down your bottom. Your arms were wrapped around him securely, comforting his exhausted, overstimulated body.

"You did so well, I'm proud of you, Tetsuya."

"Really?" His voice was barely audible, muffled against your skin.

You hummed joyously and stroked his sweaty neck intimately. "Of course. Especially with how pretty you looked c*mming."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭."

Huffing slightly, your lips parted to reply back in a snarky manner, but instead, your head snapped upwards in shock.

His calloused hands gripped your wrist, pulling them back and forcing your face into the cushion of the couch.

The divet in your spine grew, a** rippling with every heavy stroke of his c*ck inside. Your fingers flexed, curling inward as his aggressive thrust rubbed up against those sensitive spots inside.

His prominent veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck were like ribbed pleasure, brushing against tender spots while you molded around him.

Cries of delight, exhaustion, and ache were echoing out in the living room. You were once quiet, only muttering under your breath, but that, of course, was not enough for your husband.

With all the love encasing his heart, he desired for you to be so visibly undone and disarrayed. He wanted his wife to be just as hungry as he was.

"Such a lewd body." His voice was coarse, as if his throat was raw from speaking so much. "It was as if you were made to suck a man dry!"

"D-Daiki!"

His boisterous laugh echoed out as one of his hands released your wrist to grasp the back of your neck and squeeze.

The rough pads of his fingers pressed against your larynx, constructing you of air. The lack of such a necessity had your brain practically growing numb.

Aomine felt your body almost grow limp against his and pressed his well-built chest against your sweaty back. Your walls tightened around his c*ck, pressing the soft, velvety flesh against every vein on his extremity.

"I know you like that sh*t." He crudely remarked, his lips by your ear as you looked off at the living room with a dazed expression.

The strength to speak was nonexistent, your mind almost a hazy nothingness if it were not for the pounding strokes that sent jolts of pleasure through every nerve.

Tightly, almost as if you were sucking him, was your body acting around his c*ck. He had to put more effort into pulling away than he did to enter.

Your body bore him in with such force his own throat tightened with the mewls and grunts of pleasure he wanted to release.

His stomach clenched, abdomen tingling with his release, inching closer and closer with every hefty stroke. He twitched knowingly, already feeling his pre-c*m dripping out and mixing with your natural lubricant.

The thought of spilling into you was enough to make him c*m right there. But he usually preferred to pull out and release all over your chest, coating your (s/c) skin with his murky white seed.

Your husband absolutely treasured the sight of his c*m trickling over your n*pple's and dripping down your stomach.

But tonight, there was something about the way you held onto him as if you couldn't have enough. The sensation nearly proves his earlier remarks about your body true in his mind.

Aomine's other hand released your wrist and wrapped his arms around your midsection. The hand around your throat migrated over to your face so he could press two fingers into your mouth.

He felt the pressure of your mouth sucking on it, hollowing and tasting your own c*m from your earlier org*sm.

His lips pulled into a haughty grin, the expression of you, his wife acting so lewdly was such a sight to behold.

"How could I not c*m when you look like that?" He asked rhetorically. "I'd say you were born a vixen with the way you suck me in."

Your heavy eyelids slowly blinked due to both exhaustion and lust, the two fighting with one another from all earlier org*sm's.

Aomine's c*ck that briefly brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

Your teeth clenched down on his fingers, marking his skin with temporary blemishes to suppress the cry of absolute pleasure from his triumph.

His hips jerk, his body weight laying upon your own and squishing you into the couch. The angle of your bottom allows for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very sensitive area of your body.

Your begging body sucked and clenched down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your crotch.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly, with the weight of exhaustion taking over.

"I want to go again, but I feel as if you've truly sucked me dry."

"Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

A hiss escaped your lips, nails pressing firmly into the kitchen counter as the cold air swept across your bare legs.

Your husband's hands gripped tightly onto your dress, holding it above your waist so he had an adequate view of your bottom.

With every thrust and roll of his lower body, your hips pressed firmly into the counter. His c*ck grazed every sensitive spot, which in turn had your walls swallow him up like a fine meal.

Your legs were shaky, strength unfound in your limbs from the pure exhaustion. Already, he came considerable amounts on your a**, drenching your dress and coating your skin with his seed.

But on this faithful night, with servants all retired to their bedrooms leaving the kitchen unaccompanied, Akashi decided to use it how he liked.

And that was relinquishing all the built-up stress from work on his wife, and the lack of care for doing it in an area where one of his workers could see seemed to rile him up.

His rounds enduring longer than usual, his strokes reaching deeper than before and brushing up against every spot that had you writhing against the surface.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold off, every muscle in your body ached, burning from the strain. Your spine hurt from how much it arched, your hands pulsed from how hard you pressed them against the counter, and your hips throbbed from the pressure against the surface.

"You're doing so good." He murmured along your skin, his voice vibrating off of his chest and shuddering against your back. "I'm almost there."

Your throat strained from how hard you swallowed the saliva in your mouth and rested your chest on the kitchen counter.

Akashi always had such enormous stamina, something that was both a blessing and a curse. The exhibition of indulging in your desires in such a public area where a servant could just walk in and see the two of you is slightly exhilarating.

You don't remember how it all started, nor do you remember how long the rendition of your actions has all been going on.

It wasn't unusual for you to turn into mush and just succumb to every little thing he did to your body, and tempting him with the expression of utter bliss.

His c*ck could easily be felt twitching, throbbing against your walls that molded so deliciously around his member.

The man was going to reach the ecstasy of his climax, and you hoped it was for the last time. You don't know how much longer you could last.

His hips jutted against your plush bottom, pressing the tip of his member against the entrance to your womb and letting himself be released.

Sprays of his seed shot from his head and into your cervix, where it pooled within the area. With the last bit of energy you could muster, you tensed so tightly, so firmly, it was as if you were attempting to devour every last bit of his c*m.

Akashi painted your insides white, coating it with bits of him that marked you as nobody but his woman. Every bit of your skin had been touched by him somehow, and every bit inside of you was just as marked.

His grip on your hips tightened, contusions decorating your skin and marking it with tender spots that were sure to ache in the morning.

Your husband's breathing was ragged, unrhythmic by your ear as he intimately kissed the smooth, sweaty skin of your throat and murmured your name softly.

"You did so well, pretty girl." He rode out your climaxes and let your body slowly relax against his own. "So proud of you."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭."

You could barely remember to even breathe as his hips met yours, and he pressed himself so deeply inside.

His muscular-toned arms wrapped around your torso firmly, his chest against your back while he held you close on your sides.

Your bodies drenched the sheets below in sweat, the close proximity and lack of space generated heat not only from his sensual thrust but your smoldering hot figures.

Murasakibara leaned down, his face hiding in your sprawled hair and inhaling the scent of your shared shampoo.

Your nails dug into his arms, crying out when he drove deeply and kissed the entrance to your womb. His lazy thrust had far grown in his speed since he started and now used every fully formed muscle of his lower body to increase the delight brought by his rolling hips.

"Just breathe, baby." He murmured in your ear, his low grunts and groans mixing with his speech. Upon hearing his voice, he felt your body clench down, your bottom pressing harder against his crotch.

His chest rumbled with a peal of laughter while his lips along your neck could be felt morphing into a grin.

"The more you act like that, the more I'm going to absolutely devour you."

You inhaled sharply, a divot forming in your spine as you writhed from your oversensitivity. His tongue tenderly licked along your neck before clamping down and creating bright-colored contusions.

Your earlier climaxes drenched his trimmed pubic hairs and dripped down your legs. Its sticky remnants connected your two bodies with thin strands every time he pulled away so he could plunge inside deeply.

So he could graze against every sensitive spot inside that had your whole body unraveling into a mess of incoherent mumblings and chanting his name like a prayer.

His abdomen tensed, his muscles contracting as his hold on your body grew tighter. He was nearing his release, and just like earlier that night, his desire to cover you like a cute little cake was ever so prominent.

"A-Atsushi, please!" Your voice wailed in the room, barely being able to be heard over his raging thrust and his low, coarse grunts. "I need a break- ah!"

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth widening as his pace slowed,d but he ranged so deep inside that every limb of yours tightened and contracted.

One of the man's long limbs reached down towards your legs, the pads of his calloused fingertips digging into your thigh and raising your leg so his entrance could hit at a more in-depth angle.

That final maddening tightness of your body clenching down on his veiny c*ck had finally allowed for him to reach another climax.

"(Y/n), sweetheart~."

His member twitched and throbbed, pulsating as his seed rose through his length and sprayed into your body.

He was already so deep, so persistently inside, that when he released, the only place it could go was inside your womb.

It all pooled inside with the help of your velvety walls that almost milked him of everything that he had. His balls tightened, emptying himself as his own breath was snatched from his lungs.

Murasakibara's head was dizzy, his body feeling as if he was swaying while his arms held you in an almost death grip.

"Atsushi... I can't breathe."

Your strained voice made it into his ear which he quickly reacted to. His arms released your body, letting you finally turn onto your back and stare at the cream ceiling.

You thought he was done, completely exhausted, but like a beast, the 6'10 (208 cm) man was nowhere finished.

His position had now hovered over yours, hands burrowing into the cushion by your head as he dipped down. Your husband's tongue dragged along your chest, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of your sweat across every inch of skin before reaching your breast.

"Not only do you sound so sweet-" His gaze met your glossy shiny hued eyes. "-but you taste so f*cking sweet too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐍𝐨? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭!"

Swallowing thickly, you had to divert your gaze from his probing golden orbs. Your hands gripped the sides of the table, glass digging into the tender skin of your palms.

"Well, I changed m-my mind!"

"(Y/n)." He crooned, letting his hands fall from the back of your knees so he was grasping the top of your thighs. "But weren't you begging me just a moment ago?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, your wet chlorine-covered skin gliding along with the glass table with every hearty thrust of his toned hips.

It didn't help that his feet were planted firmly on the floor, allowing for him to roll inside so deeply, so vigorously that the events that led to your current situation were missing from your memory.

Your bathing suit was situated over your top; however, one breast peeked out and taunted him with how perky and hard it appeared.

The matching bottom was also still on, but it was pulled to the side so your private area was accessible enough for him to quickly take up an offer you were initially - joking about - earlier in the pool.

"It's funny, really." He started, his hips jerking upwards, permitting a considerably loud cry to echo out. "Joking about divorcing me and then turning around to tell me you want to be a mother."

Your lips quivered, stomach flexing as his member stroked against the sensitive areas inside that had you melting underneath him.

His nails dug into your skin the tighter his grip grew. Leaning forward, your husband brought his face to your ear and blew a gust of hot air on the sensitive skin.

"How could I ignore such an obvious plea from my wife?" He sought, expressing every word slowly in a coarse, breathless voice.

Your legs twitched in his hold, your walls clenching around to remold around his stimulating member. His smile could be felt along your neck, with his succulent lips teasing the warm skin.

Leisurely he rose himself back to his imposing height and cocked his head slightly to the side. "You look cute being pounded into oblivion, but-"

One of his hands released your tight grip and reached your throat, quickly clamping down and pressing your larynx against the tender skin of his palm.

Immediately, he observed your chest rise as you inhaled a deep breath. However, once he tightened his hold, your already debauched expression increased.

He felt you grow almost limp, your grasp on the table loosening as you appeared like you absolutely succumbed to your husband's c*ck that drove inside with invigorating thrusts.

(e/c) eyes half-lidded, glossy with tears that slightly fell from your lids. Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips that were parted, breathless, barely audible squeaks leaving it.

"-you look even better with my hand around your throat, baby."

Your abdomen contracts, your free leg pressing against his firm hips in an attempt to respond. Your husband sucked in a deep breath and rolled his head to pop a crick in his neck.

"I love it when you look like that. Keep looking at me, baby, and I'll give you what you want."

You couldn't respond audibly, so instead, you let your body do that talking. Weakly, your hands attached themselves to his wrist, securing its hold on them as your ankles clasped together behind his bottom.

Ryouta's body tingled, his stomach tightening and notifying him of very near release. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed strenuously, right there at the cliff where the ecstasy waited for him to arrive.

And like a twig snapping your husband's hold, your throat tightened, his breathing halting as he was barely able to call out your name.

His abdomen contracted as the man let the tip of his member kiss the entrance to your womb. He stilled his hips, allowing for your body to clench and tighten to suck him dry.

The blond's seed spilled into your body, pooling into your deepest area as you devoured it all greedily. warm and thick, the liquid felt as some trickled down your slick walls and leaked out down your bottom.

Following the small streams, the man smiled cheekily and snapped his hips forward again, yielding a sharp intake from your lips.

"You started all of this, but I definitely ended it."

Your nails that were digging into his forearm drew blood, which had him quickly release your throat so you could breathe better.

"Ryouta, I'm gonna kill you!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐃-𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!"

His large hands scrambled to your waist, maintaining you in place that ceased any movement. Your brows furrowed, your succulent lips puckering as you reached down to hold the top of his hands.

"Don't tell me what to do." You uttered, panting slightly with a sheen sheet of sweat glistening on your skin.

Midorima swallowed strenuously, his fern-colored orbs gazing up at you with strained eyes. "You're walking on thin ice, (Y/n)."

In response to his words, you ground your lower body on him and purposely stimulated his c*ck inside of you that was already so deep.

His length twitched, his tip penetrating your cervix, which spread indescribable sensations across your abdomen.

"You're going to regret it if you go any further." He expressed harshly, any signs of playfulness long gone and a much more serious expression adorning his handsome, sweaty face.

You were still huffing, catching your breath as your naked figure looked down at him from your straddling position on his lap.

He was just as nude, only his white button-up shirt from work adorning his torso, and even that was undone so his bare chest could be on display.

With feather-like touches, your fingertips danced across his abs, rising to his nipples that had his breath hitch.

The coy grin on your lips widened as your hands reached his sharp jaw and pulled his head away from the headboard.

"Regret what?" You cooed. "What can you do to make me regret it, hmm?"

The usually stoic and easily flustered man bore a blank expression, one with observing eyes that looked to be in deep thought.

"You asked for it." He muttered under his breath before letting his lips meet yours. You grinned into the kiss, ready to taunt him more with a stimulating grind of your hips, but instead, he had done something that had your head spin.

Those large hands of his tightened their hold on your waist, using the strength of his muscular arms to raise your body upwards and slam your figure down to meet his harsh thrust upwards.

Your eyes widened, and your lips were agape as a high-pitched squeak echoed out. His member once again kissed the entrance to your womb cruelly and sent jolts of bliss and pain across your abdomen.

Midorima was throbbing, so close to his climax, but due to you testing his patience, he decided to let himself last a little longer.

The divot in your spine grew as you threw your head back, your hands flying to reach his thigh and hold it for some form of support.

You no longer did any of the work; instead, every thrust was provided by his toned hips. The force increased due to the strength.

The ability to breathe correctly was basically stolen from your lungs, unrhythmic pants and huffs followed by mewls of bliss.

His veiny c*ck grazed against not only your tightened walls but also the sensitive spots inside that had you climaxing on contact.

Your nails dug into his skin and created crescent-shaped blemishes that burned his pale skin red. A breath was held in the depths of your lungs as ecstasy coursed through your veins.

You shuddered, contracting inwards and holding onto his toned waist for stability. Everything tightened... your limbs, your abdomen, and your velvety walls that perfectly molded around his member.

Midorima found your expression that was lost in bliss enchanting, absolutely scintillating, and had his pace increasing.

His lips reached your throat, kissing it with his mouth that was greedy for more. His tongue stroked the crook of your neck before traveling down your bare collarbone.

Your husband's mouth entrapped a bare nipple, his tongue flickering over it and intensifying the bliss through your nerves.

The whimpering that escaped your lips rang within his eardrums, giving him a boost of energy to finally reach his high.

"You test my patience so much." He stated along the soft mounds of your breast once he released your nipple. You didn't respond, too busy trying to focus on breathing.

His lips formed a smile, his head rising to kiss you once again and remind you to focus. It was hard when everything was so stimulating, so distracting, but with the help of his warm body against yours, you began to zone in again.

But once your focus returned, and so did your breathing, he pulsated, throbbing and twitching until he pressed you so firmly down onto him that the tip of his member drove against your cervix.

Nails drew blood as the sensation of his seed spraying into your womb flooded your system. The warm, almost burning hot liquid that couldn't fit any more inside slowly trickled out and drenched his trimmed pubic hairs.

Your whole body fell forward onto his chest, your husband's arms quickly wrapping around your torso to hold you securely.

"Are you okay?" He questioned softly, migrating stray hairs that stuck to the sweaty skin of your forehead.

"Yeah." The words were a blissful whisper that lacked the strength to be any louder than your ragged breathing.

The basil-haired man huffed audibly, stroking your back tenderly while he still rested inside of you, plugging his seed inside unconsciously.

"I did say you were going to regret it."

"Shintarou, shut it!" 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

✦ꜱᴏ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ :). ✦ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴏɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦5,453 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

See ya later, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐬!

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Recover Your Memories, Learn The Truth; Castlevenia; Various x Reader

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[Y/N] Rose Tepes is the youngest child of Vlad and Lisa Tepes. The special thing about [Y/N] is that she is human. She is just like Lisa, in the fact that she is a human. However, when her mother is burned at the stake and her brother and father fight, Dracula wipes her memory of ever having a brother. His reasoning for this? If his daughter ever found out about that she had a brother, she would turn against him as well. That was his fear. When she starts remembering bits and pieces of her childhood and her brother, [Y/N] must make a choice. Will she stay with her father or venture out in search of her brother and join him to stop this needless war once and for all. 

//I just came up with this on a whim. I’m not actually sure I’m going to go through with it. Please let me know what you think of it and/or if you would like to see this fan fiction happen or not.//

[here-to-read-and-write]

Team 141 seeing female reader take off her shirt to train with her friend and seeing she has scars all over her body because she was tortured (burned, knife cuts, bullet wounds, whipped, ect) and reader having a visible pack (I don't care how many packs)

And the boys feeling sympathy for her but also blushing at her body ☻️🤭

You can decline if ya want I don't mind

Should I make Konïg, Las Vargas maybe even add Graves and Valeria versions?

TF 1-4-1: Ghost, Soap, John, Gaz.

don't forget to leave request!!! please!

warning: Torture, no details given. Horny men...little innocent reader, English isn't my first language, my writing!

It was a hot day, and luckily the team didn't have any mission. So they were chilling in the training ground.

It was intimating to see a group of tall and build men sitting and staring at the horizon. Weird too, isn't it? but not when you follow the line where their eyes were so focused on.

In the distance, you stood. Back straight up, as your friends chat with each other. You, on the other hand, were standing waiting for something.

From under the shade, they could see all your expressions, or rather the lack of them. At least, they could admire the stars in your eyes, your pouting plump lips.

It wasn't strange for the TF 1-4-1 to admire you from afar. It became a habit they picked. If you give them a chance they will worship the ground you walked on, not like they aren't already.

They just don't want to hide it anymore, but for now, it will do until you notice their efforts, then maybe things will be different, it all depends on you.

"First, it will be (Y/N) against (your friend's name)" Queu to a groan and a few complaints, while you emotionlessly walked pulling off your mask, and your t-shirt. Leaving yourself bare with only a sports bra as a cover.

It caught the 1-4-1 off guard, especially Ghost, who noticed the ghost's hands, each one holding a breast.

Here comes the train of unholy thoughts.

It sends waves of arousal to warm their stomach and crawl up their spine, as they drank in your form. Each curve, each scares, every inch of you was been craved in their minds.

The men turn away shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably trying to ease the blood rushing down there if you know what I mean.

Some were rubbing their eyes and faces as if it was trying to get rid of the image of you standing there... In only a bra and military pants, but we both know that they were craving it in their mind for later. All for everyone to see, causing a fit of jealousy to bloom in their chest.

Damn you and your body. They thought. Fighting the strong urge to relieve themselves, which could be only done in the bedroom away from prying eyes.

Here comes another unholy thought.

Didn't you know the effect you had on them? Or maybe you know, either way, you really need to stop teasing, or punishment may be the only way for you to understand what you made feel.

They all groaned, for god's sake, they were grown-ass men, not some high school girls stalking their crush.

Fuck!

Why their pants are getting tight?

It was weird for you to show some skins, not like you didn't look great. You looked more than great, but after one horrifying mission, you stopped showing even your hands.

Ghost was present with you that day. He had to watch unable to do anything, as they torture you over and over again for days, and the scars on your body were proof of what you had been through. You screamed still hunting his mind, verytime he closed or opened his eyes.

He blamed himself every second of the day, because if he had listened to you and didn't leave you alone, you may have been able to fight the enemy together, and neither you nor him, would have been captured.

You ran a hand through your hair, before putting in a high ponytail. Getting in your position and the boys remarked how your eyes were closed. You didn't even open them when your friend was attacking you left and right. You avoided all attacks, without breaking a sweat. As if you sense his movement, your movements were smooth too. Much different form military training.

Price, unlike the others, was more interested in your abilities Why are you lying? he had read your files. All he could say that is he was impressed. He tried getting you on his team, unfortunately, you had taken two years off the military to heal from your last mission.

He had heard from Lasweel, that you looked like a mummy when the doctors were done. They say it was a miracle that you survived, sadly, the scars will be forever graved on your body, just the memories in your mind.

Now you were back, with a few rumours lit up like fire in the woods about you. They were all absurd of course, yet some seem to believe them, resulting in them avoiding you like the plague, but you didn't seem to mind. Actually, he had noticed how agitated you become when you share the same space as someone else.

You are always tensed and on guard, whenever someone was talking to you, the only person who you seemed to ease around was Soap, who the moment notice your packs accidentally when you were training together, was stuck like the glue to your side.

You never pushed him, you responded to every question he asked, like patient parents with their children, and somehow you were able to understand his weird choice of words, and even then you spoke few words, only listening and humming along the way.

That gave Gaz some courage, to try and talk to, and boy did he feel bad!

Gaz was one of the people who believed the absurd rumours. He found them to be real. You never tried to prove him wrong, until, he sat by your side, as you prepare something to eat.

Soap had practically dragged him, to meet his crush you. For a movie night. You didn't speak much, you just listen attentively to each word that comes out of Soap's mouth, and he could a crossed smile, even it was small each time Soap throw a joke, no matter how bad it was.

He watched you all night eyes only focusing on you. In his mind, he was watching waiting for one wrong move, while his heart was memorizing each part of, each move and the reason behind it. Maybe that's how he knew you well.

You didn't do anything that night that proves that you were the person in the rumours. You weren't arrogant, and even with the little emotion you had shown, he was able to conclude that you were a good person, just broken.

That's how you become close with Gaz, not like how you were with Soap but enough for you to salute him or pat his shoulder or head. Which always flustered him.

A few minutes into the fight with your friend and you already tackled them. You, on top of them, hand behind their back comfortable setting on their back.

They start wiggling under you, and for a moment 1-4-1 halted in their movement eyes intensely watching your breast bounce.

"Fuck" they cursed under their breath. They knew it will be better to leave, yet their body refused to obey their brain and move.

You turn to get your shirt and gear and leave when you saw 1-4-1 standing under the shade. You politely waved but none of them seems to notice you, from where you stood, you could see the tips of their ears red, some were hiding their faces between their arm supporting their weight with the metal bars in front of them.

You, being the innocent female lead, you titled your head, worried that the sun may be the cause of their redness.

You took the bottles before walking to them after it you offered them to them. They all took it gratefully before shrugging in down.

You escorted them back inside, as you watched them walking. You took notice of the awkwardness in the air, with a hint of ginger and peppermint. You knew what it was.

They were scent caused by sex pheromones, so why do they smell like that?

Oh, if only you knew!

[theyanderespecialist]

Mexico Reader? (Hetalia, Vote)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, now a good amount of you have Requested Mexico Reader in some way shape or form for Hetalia.

So this is why I am here today with a question to you my sexy Readers.

Should I do

A: A mini series here on this section with Mexico Reader? In which she has either scenarios headcanons and possible one shots with anyone you list?

B: A story of Mexico Reader? In which it is on wattpad or Quotev link on tumblr for them and reader goes from the days of a colony of spain to the modern day dealing with America.

Now here comes the fun part.

What type of Female Mexico Reader do you want to see.

First Height:

Tall

Short

Next body shape:

Thicc

Curvy

Busty

Chubby

Slim

Third Anything extra you want to add to the Female Mexico

like maybe super strength like America

Or Personality

or sexuality and so on.

Comment bellow what written type you want Mini series or Story and I can see what I can do.

Side not Mini series is more like to get updated more often at least that is my plan and what type of reader stay sexy all my sexy readers,

Also I just thought of this do you all want me to start a female America Reader mini series to comment bellow and stay sexy once more, my friends!]

[kikosaurscave]

Kinktober List!

Credit to me, also with the first one, I forgot the kink name so please forgive me! I hope you enjoy it and I need a 31st kink if anyone would request one then I’d gladly do that for you! I’ll write a POV of both genders and a NB POV but side from that I’ll be sure to add these to a masterlist. Thank you!

(If you’d like to use it go ahead! But please credit me ;( because it took me a month to fully decide who and what but also because I’d gladly read youre stories. Thank you!)

1. Button Pushing--Tenya Iida

2. Don't get caught—Katsuki

3. Being Recorded/Camera Sex—Dabi

4. Threesome—Endeaver and All Might

5. Under the influence—Eijirou

6. Eating out—Midoriya

7. Fingering—Kaminari Denki

8. Edging—Bottom Shigaraki

9. Masterbation—Endeavor

10. Choking/Aphixation—Fumikage Tokoyami

11. Overstimulation—Midnight

12. Thigh riding—Ojiro

13. Spanking—Eijiro Kirishima

14 Breeding Kink—Shinso

15. Possessiveness—Neito Monoma

16. Size kink—Endeavor

17. Rough sex—Todoroki or Endeavor

18. Hair pulling—Hanta Sero

19. Public sex—Present Mic

20. First time—Shinso

21. Office sex/Exhibilitation—Best jeanist or Hawks

22. Daddy/mommy kink—Bottom Dabi

23. Cock warming—Eraserhead

24. Marking—Shoto Todoroki

25. Face sitting—Yaoyozoru Momo

26. Public Teasing—Hanta Sero

27. Orgasm denial—Koda

28. Lactation—HCs

28. Cucking—Kurogiri

29. Degradation—Dabi

30. Against the wall—Tenya Iida

[asu-luv]

Chapter 2

Prostitution is a very common thing nowadays, women who are desperate for cash or just need to pay off their debts thrive in this industry. But these women don't think about the heart breaks they cause for the wives of the men they sleep with, but with my sweet Tashima I would have never thought about him cheating on me. With a sex worker none the less.

We were the perfect couple, we grew up in the same village and became close friends, we were practically inseparable. But of course as we both matured and grown are parents wanted us to marry. At the time I didn't quite care, all the other men in my village were already taken or already put in an arranged marriage so I ended up agreeing to marry my childhood friend.

Hell, now that I'm thinking back what would have happened if I didn't agreed? Perhaps, I would still be single and he would have found his own wife. Would my parents have missed out on the big money they got for marrying me off?

Would I still be in this situation?

I look down at my husband's quivering form his back still oozing blood from the knife wound.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOUR FACE?!"

What is happening? That's a good question. I could feel every vein in my body pulsating and evey muscle growing stronger and something.... coming out of my head?

"A-ahhhh! Aghhhh!"

I heave as I quickly place my hands onto my forehead it feels like something's coming out of my head. "Fuck!" And it hurts like hell, it's like a headache but way worse, I could feel it, the top of my temple expanding as something pointy pokes out.

No matter how much pressure I put on it, it continues to stick out, I feel one of these things stab my hand that's when I reel my hand and stare back down at Tashima his eyes now as wide as saucers.

"M-monster! Beast!" He yells out in horror. His voice stinging my ears.

He's so fucking loud!

I can't even think straight, I don't know what happened but my ears are so sensitive now and I... I can actually smell Asumei's blood all the way from here. It smells so sweet, it's making me drool.

"Get away, don't kill me please!"

"Shut the hell up!"

I go to cover his mouth but I guess I got carried away. I ended up gripping his lips tearing them completely off leaving his bleeding tissue and his fully exposed teeth.

"Naghh!" He screams in pain, "ngh noutf!" (My mouth!)

I throw his lips across the room chuckling lowly, "You look so delicious right now, Tashima."

That... hunger from earlier it came back. I sharply inhale the scent of blood filling my nose. In mere seconds my eyes gloss over, I don't know what came over me but all I remember is gripping Tashima by his neck and hearing a sickening sound of skin tearing and bone crunching

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I stare at Tashima and Asumei's dismembered bodies chucks taken out of them. Did I really eat them? Everything went by so fast, the last thing I heard was Tashima's screaming, or at least his call for help.

I stare at their bodies all night, until the sunlight painted the house, light shoning in through the windows casting a warm glow over the bloodied bodies. I look down at my hands, completely red but something is different, my nails appear more sharp almost claw like. I guess that's how I ripped them apart so easily.

Your nails almost looked normal but they were now longer and the tips of them we're a dark shade of purple. You gaze at the corpses until the sun completely covers the kitchen, as the sun shines in light falls onto your form and suddenly you start to feel a burning sensation throughout your body.

You look down towards your fingers which where in the suns rays starting to turn to ash, you quickly reel away into a dark corner where the sun could not reach. After seeking shelter in the corner your fingers start to heal, the burning sensation now fading.

"I-i can't touch the sun?" you say aloud, as if someone is listening. You evidently decide to stay in the dark corner for the rest of the day, in fear that you will disintegrate in the sun.

Whlie residing in the dark space your mind wanders to what you have become, you remember your now dead husband calling you a monster. Have you really become such a thing? You bring your hand to rest on your temple, you feel something hard it's slightly rugged and the tips are sharp.

Horns?

You reach over into the lower cabinet beside you, pulling out a pan that somehow in the dark space you managed to see your reflection.

Your usual brown skin is scarred with dark circles under your eyes, two large horns can be seen shrouding out of your head leaving even darker scars along your forehead (an: your horns are similar to the Hantengu clones).

Your eyes are now lacking their usual golden brown now it's replace with a darkened pink hue, you raise your finger against your lip revealing your sharp fangs which were recently used to tear into the flesh of Asumei and Tashima. You place the pan down sighing to yourself.

"I'm really am a monster."

You reposition yourself in a way where your knees tuck into your body, so now you can rest your head on your knees and let your tears fall.

"W-what am I gonna do? Oh gosh, t-the village will kill me for what I have done."

You take a deep breath your throat growing dry.

"I'm a murderer.... What would mother and father think?"

I'll be casted aside as their daughter, I will forever be known as a monster to them.

You lay your head back against the cabinet of the darkened space resting your hands against your sore eyes. You stay in that position all day thinking about your next move. Will you run away, deciding to never see any of your loved ones again? Or continue to feast on the bodies infront of you?

Ugh, no they look cold and blue. Files are all around them now.

Or you could kill yourself, it seems like the better choice regarding this whole situation. Who would want a ravenous beast with a crazed hunger for human flesh around anyway?

"Man, but I do like living though."

You groan, conflicted with your made up decisions.

"I'll have to run away." You decide on the safer option.

You remove your hands from your eyes seeing that the sun has set. You can finally roam free. Going with your decision to run away you begin to pack your belongings, but not before leaving a note, you'd thought that someone will eventually come looking for you and your husband. Although, you do not have a plan for the two bodies though.

Eh, not my problem

You go into the closet deciding on wearing the kimono your mother had recently bought for you. You'd thought it would be pretty suspicious if you ran out the house in bloodied clothes, also this one will help you blend into the darkness of the night.

"Now what about these..."

You look into the mirror poking at your very noticable horns.

"Oh!" Hidden under a plie of clothes you find your old Wagasa, you used it frequently to beat the summer's blazing sun. It'll be perfect for hiding them, it also might protect you from the sun but you're not about to taking that risk.

You go back into the kitchen, casually stepping over the bodies to fix yourself some tea. After the things you've seen and done you really need it. This is your favorite type of tea, you and your mother used to drink it together everytime you spent time together. It's made with some type of flower and a few other herbs, your mother hand picked the ingredients herself. You recall her saying that this type of flower only bloomed in the daylight. Now what was it called?

Ah, it was called the Blue Spider Lily.

Doctor's would often use this flower to treat gastric ulcers, wounds, and respiratory problems. But you just liked the taste of it. After gulping down your tea you feach a piece of paper, a pen, and an inkwell to write your goodbye letter.

~~~

To whom ever is reading this I am long gone, I left this place in the middle of the night in fear of what I've become... either I'm a monster or beast I can not stay in the village. I'm sure you've seen the disgusting massacre on the kitchen floor, you're probably wandering what attacked? Well, it was me I still don't know how but something drove me to this terrible state and now I must go. Please inform my parents that their daughter is no longer here. She'd turned into a cannibal, a murder, A Demon.

Farewell,

Y/n L/n ♡

You place the note next to the basket of sweets from the other day. Looking over at them you think to yourself,

Might as well

You pick up a mochi taking a bite, the usual soft outer dough now hard after sitting out in the open over night. No matter, you take a bite struggling until you swallowed. But you spat it back up, letting out a few wet coughs,

"I guess I can't eat normal food."

Coming to that new realization you make your way to the door ready to await your new journey, ready to start a new life as a Demon.

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[aetherlocket]

Follow the River

BNHA X READER

Fantasy AU

This is chapter 1. Read the rest on FFNET, AO3 or Wattpad!!

There was a great white palace that was impossible to not catch eye of peering over a fog blanketed summit, where King Enji, Prince Shoto, and Enji's other children resided. Many knights guarded the palace and served under the King, and (Y/n) was one of them.

She was born and raised to become a warrior and serve for one in a higher position. It was something of a family tradition for the women to become something of the sort. Her father was more of a businessman, her grandfather a chauffeur, while her mother was a dragon hunter, and her grandmother also a knight, though not quite so skilled.

Although (Y/n) didn't have the natural talent her female family did when it came to fighting, she tried her best and eventually earned the respect of many skilled warriors in the Kingdom of Yuuei. Every day, she seemed to learn something new in the art of combat, while dedicating her life to the protection of Prince Shoto.

Only few, including her, knew of the corruption underlying King Enji and his family. The blatant favoritism when it came to King Enji choosing his heir went overlooked and uncontested in the community due to his outstanding reputation.

On the road not too far off from the great palace was a white horse. (Y/n) the knight handled the frantic animal attached to the carriage as if it was nothing, and Prince Shoto watched carefully as if he would learn just by watching her armor covered hands move the reins.

"How far is this kingdom?" he asked.

"If you fall asleep, it'll feel like nothing," the knight's voice was echoey and serious inside the steel helm.

"So it's far." Shoto sighed and his eyes fluttered closed as well, sinking into his seat just a bit. "All I must do is speak with this noble's daughter, correct? And then I may go home?"

"Yes. I've forgotten her full name, but your own father is considering a marriage between you two," (Y/n) replied without hesitation.

"I- what?" Shoto blinked. "Why hasn't he told me this?"

There was no response.

"Why do you know, but not me?"

(Y/n) stayed silent, and only swallowed nervously.

"Ah," Shoto sighed. "I see. You weren't supposed to say that."

"Please don't tell King Enji I said anything.." (Y/n) squeaked, not befitting for a warrior graced with the strongest armor and sharpest sword in the kingdom.

"Don't worry about it.." Shoto's voice lowered as he turned his head to the side, watching the trees rapidly pass by him, his hair covering some of his view as a frown made its way to his face. (Y/n) turned her head away from the road for a second to make sure Shoto was alright, and something in his expression flicked a switch in her.

"I.. You know, he isn't sure. It's just to see if she's up to his standards, I guess. Not a guarantee-"

"Won't you get in trouble if you keep talking?" Shoto said with his usual dead tone, but he was just a bit relieved on the inside. He had no intention on marrying anyone, and being forced to would further destroy the already unbearable relationship between him and his father.

(Y/n) nodded without a sound and focused her eyes on the road from then on. But then Shoto pouted. He wanted to know more.

"How do you feel about this?" Shoto asked. "This.. marriage."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering. "This.. is what the King wants, so there isn't much I can do about it. I just don't agree with it, per say... It's not right..."

"That's all I needed to know," Shoto replied.

(Y/n) always wondered what was going on inside of Shoto's mind, and that moment was no exception. He was an enigma. She didn't blame him for being cold at times, however.

She also wasn't particularly so sure about that area. She hadn't been to their destination before, so she simply trusted her instincts and a ripped map to take her and Prince Shoto there.

Being trusted with such an important figure in the kingdom gave her stomach butterflies. As she began to feel a smile free itself from under her helmet, the carriage came to a sudden halt, throwing both (Y/n) and Shoto forwards.

"Step out slowly. Keep your hands in the air and don't try anything," said a voice, and a battle axe was pointed at the pair. Three, to be exact, one for each silhouette.

(Y/n) knew better than to reach for her halberd, and reassured Shoto with a quick, soft metal touch to his shoulder, slowly leaving the white carriage. "You're challenging someone with armor and a weapon while you're bare? I hope you know that you won't be leaving with the Prince."

"Oh, we don't care about the Prince. We just happened to hear from someone that you're carrying a lot of money in that carriage to offer the daughter of that noble," said a different man, presumably a second bandit. "But we may have to kill him if you resist. There's three of us, and only one has to get close to him. Your armor means nothing."

The third bandit made his way behind the carriage, closer to the Prince, just in case. Shoto gave (Y/n) a look, though she couldn't tell, facing away from him. She was already sweating in her armor from the sun and quite worn out from training, so this wasn't the ideal situation for her. And yet, she didn't downplay herself.

The knight lifted the front of her helm, exposing her face, riddled with sweat. "Yes, there is money. There's a bag next to where the Prince is sitting," (Y/n) said, taking the chance to look at Shoto. He shook his head, as if reading her mind, diverting his gaze to the bandits, his hands inching closer to his sword by the second.

"Before you go and do that," (Y/n) said, stopping the second bandit from walking past her, "Who gave you this information? Only us, the King and the noble were informed of this."

"I won't say. You'd have them executed. They're a big help, so we can't have that," he said, and smiled. (Y/n) cursed mentally. Was it one person, and the bandit refused to reveal their gender, or is it another group of people?

As the second man placed his foot on the edge of the carriage, (Y/n) halberd left it's holster, its tip barely making its way to the second man's neck before the edge of an axe was placed dangerously close to Shoto's neck as well.

"You're risking the life of your Prince? I don't understand you. Some knight you are," said the second bandit.

"I apologize," (Y/n) said, moving her halberd away from his neck.

"Thank you for the distraction," Shoto said, and before anyone could process it, blood fell down like a fountain to dirt. The second bandit tried to speak, only to cough up blood. "Speaking with a sword through your heart proves to be difficult, doesn't it?"

The loud thud of the large man hitting the floor made even the knight flinch, watching the man writhe in agony, holding his fist weakly against his heart for his last few moments. She then realized; she wasn't doing anything to help whatsoever.

"Fuck!" The other men had tried vigilantly to swing their axes at the Prince, who jumped back off of the carriage. It seemed that they had completely forgotten about the money, and focused their attention on the death of the Prince.

The knight missed her attack, but they couldn't even reach the Prince before a clean slice to their necks were delivered by who they were trying so desperately to kill. They went into a stiff paralysis and fell over, holding their necks and drowning in their own blood.

(Y/n) could only stand there mesmerized, lowing her bloody halberd, almost forgetting to wipe the acidic substance coating it.

She was also, frankly, ashamed.

The blood on her halberd wasn't because she had killed them, saving the Prince. It was splatter from the Prince having to defend himself with an incompetent knight by his side.

"I assume we'll have to reschedule this little trip," Shoto said, wiping some blood off of the edge of his lips and softly running his fingers through the docile horse's mane. "Turn the carriage around."

****

Many could tell, simply by watching (Y/n)'s face in the rare times she had her helmet off, or even completely covered, simply from her body language, that she didn't enjoy working in the palace. Even Shoto could tell how much energy wearing the heavy suit and sparring with the others as training took from her each day.

No one could blame her. No one liked working for Enji Todoroki. Ask anyone in the palace for their opinion of him, and it will be some variation of 'bastard' or 'good for nothing.' Ask people outside the palace, and it will be something positive or indifferent, because they believe whatever the newspapers tell them.

Shoto had asked his knight once: "What do you think of this idea; I run away from this place and start a new life."

To which (Y/n) blinked and removed her steel helmet, a way of expressing her concern. It was then that Shoto knew she was serious. "Are you really considering this?"

Shoto only nodded. He felt often like he had said too much, basically, whenever he spoke. His father did a great job of making this point around him.

"I understand," said (Y/n), to his surprise.

He expected a, 'You're delusional. You're a rich prince with everything you could ever want!' or, 'Don't take your position for granted. I'd kill to be in your place.'

"I doubt that," Shoto replied, attempting to provoke her into speaking her mind a bit more, hoping for more encouraging words.

"I can tell why you do, my Prince," (Y/n) said. It wasn't working.

Shoto sighed. "I can't talk to anyone without them treating me like a Prince. I'm just a normal kid on the inside, damnit.." His voice was as low as a whimper, but (Y/n) could hear every syllable as they left his mouth. She pretended not to hear and kept her head down.

***

Shoto hadn't dared to enter the knight's quarters without permission once before.. but he had made up his mind that night about something.

Shoto chuckled as he saw (Y/n) with her helmet still on as she slept. He removed it as slowly as possible, and wasn't surprised to see that her face was sweating uncontrollably with rosy cheeks, and her hair messy.

He almost forgot why he was there as (Y/n) began to wake up, presumably from the sudden influx of cool, fresh air hitting her face.

Shoto held his hand out before the girl could fully awaken. "Come, I'm leaving tonight."

"Prince? What do you mean leaving? Why are you in the knight's quarters? I-"

"Just get your armor and weapons and come," Shoto put a finger to her mouth, lightly squeezing her arm. She didn't dare protest any further. If it was the Prince's will, then she was meant to follow it, no matter what. But there was something off this time. He seemed happy, in a way, for once, without smiling. Shoto helped carry parts of her armor out of the quarters while she carried her halberd, most dangerous areas facing the ground as Shoto led the way.

"So what's happening exactly?" (Y/n) asked, stuffing some leftover yen into her pocket.

Shoto only walked into his room and gestured for the knight to join him. He was already wearing what he usually did, his royal attire embroidered especially for him along with his holstered sword. "I told you, we're leaving."

"You weren't kidding..?" The knight chuckled. "I understand you want to leave this place, but think about it. Your dad will do anything to get you back-"

"I don't care. I'd like to see him try," Shoto replied coldly, polishing his weapon and slipping on a few bracelets, hiding them under his sleeve. "I'm not going to that noble's place. I'm not marrying his daughter either, so I'll have to leave before the trip is rescheduled. Easy as that."

***

"So where.. exactly.. are we going?" (Y/n) asked the Prince.

"To a certain mountain," replied he.

"You don't mean.. That one.. right?"

After a brief moment of silence, (Y/n)'s worst fears were confirmed, and her tongue began to feel heavy in her mouth. "Sir.."

"Is there a problem?" Shoto asked, looking straight ahead as he walked.

"I'm.. not sure if I can protect you, if anything happens, if that makes sense."

Shoto stopped and turned to face the knight. "What are you talking about?"

"Well.. a few days ago.. those men trying to take the money.. and how I was basically useless.. You had to do everything yourself. It doesn't make sense-"

"You were tired," Shoto interrupted her, then continued walking.

(Y/n) stood there for a moment, staring at the ground before picking up her pace to match the Prince's again, until they reached the base of the mountain.

"Why are there steps?" (Y/n) asked.

"Mount Hosu used to be a tourist attraction.. it's closed because of the dragon rumored to live here now."

(Y/n) shivered. "Dragon."

"Did you say something?"

"Nope."

They continued forward, climbing up an unholy amount of steps before it split into two different paths. One of the paths was dry and bare, while the other had a stream of water beside it.

"Just follow the river," Shoto said, and walked along the path with the stream of water.

"How come you know this place so well, Prince?" (Y/n) asked. As far as she knew, Shoto stayed locked in the castle all his life, and only left under supervision from her or another trusted knight.

"It's not Prince anymore, just Shoto," the boy dodged the question expertly.

***

It took a while, but they finally arrived at the top. (Y/n) immediately used her survival skills. (Y/n) gathered dry wood and use a spindle stick to light a small ember. Shoto tried himself but failed, only giving himself some splinters from the wood.

With the knight's guidance, Shoto successfully managed to roast a wild animal. Of course, Shoto had really understood none of it, but nodded in silence, and hoped that she would help him later.

"Now that I've helped you.." (Y/n) began to trace her finger across the dirt. "How about you teach me more about fighting? A knight should know more, if not just as much, as their Prince. It only makes sense."

Shoto hummed. "You're already known as a strong warrior. I don't believe you need extra training."

"Please?"

"I'm nothing special.. I can't really teach."

"Please?" (Y/n) pleaded.

"... Tomorrow, maybe," Shoto relented. He walked over behind a tree and took out two folded tents.

"Did you plan this or something?" the knight asked.

"I've been considering it for a while, let's say."

As they settled, a teenage boy had just finished climbing up the same steep mountain as the Prince and the Prince's close knight, and he was exhausted. Then, as he caught his breath, he repeated his goal over and over in his head; to hunt down the dragon perched somewhere on this godforsaken mountain.