#advantages of fruit juices

[harmeet-saggi]

Fruits Vs. Fruit Juice: Unpacking The Nutritional Differences

When it comes to consuming fruits and their liquid counterparts, fruit juices, have you ever wondered which is the healthier option? Fruits are often celebrated for their nutritional benefits, but what about fruit juices? In this extensive exploration, we will delve deep into the nutritional differences between fruits and fruit juices. So, which is better for your health, and which should you choose? Let's find out!

[harmonysanreads]

oh to baby the ever handsome flawless hero,,, phainon you deserve to be handfed and get your cheeks pinched and cooed at. i need to cut fruits for him i need to make sure he stays warm in cold weather. please maintain your whimsy if he loses that boyish smile i will END IT ALLLLLL

“You're so... cute.”

Being caught by surprise spells death for a warrior and you are a master at enacting that incantation every time. Phainon would've marinated in the bafflement of it all for a while longer, if his reflexes hadn't acted faster, arms springing forward to catch your figure — deliberately pushed towards himself.

“Haa — mmf?” his must look like a visage worthy of jeer, but his attention is too flighty to focus on anything less important than the press of your palms against his cheeks, mushing the flesh together to your whimsy.

It wouldn't be difficult to push you away, if his left hand hadn't been occupied with securing your balance on his lap, firmly coiled around your waist. But it would be incorrect to assume his wishes lay anywhere in that territory, his very free and very much functioning right hand dangling by the side seemed to provide evidence to his prominent disinterest in severing the contact.

Light falls on your back, veiling your exact expression from his curious eyes. But he can tell that you've leaned closer, feel the absence of heat from where your hand parted ways from his skin and settled amongst the ivory strands of his hair.

“How can a man be this... this adorable?” there's a frightening mix of endearment and frustration in your voice, unless he's losing his mind. Your vigorous ruffling of his hair next, assures him that he has not.

“It should be illegal to be this precious.” the pout that he's most certain exists on your lips bleeds its way to your admissions of how endearing he apparently is. He's unable to force words out of his parched mouth, blood clogged around from his ears to his cheeks — where you deliver a sharp pinch to, rouging the skin further.

His winch is promptly muffled by your skin, the abrupt pull your hand causing him to crash straight into your embrace. He can feel the barely-there weight of your cheek brushing against his hair, utterances of a line of words he vaguely recognizes as abstract terms of endearment bounces off his ears. You try to rock him like a newborn child, he assists by melting further in your arms.

The grip you have around him is by no means strong, but the thought that he could take advantage of it to liberate himself from this embarrassing situation does not once cross his mind. He doesn't even find it the least bit flustering, in fact.

Just as quickly as it started, you pull him away from your arms and all the muscles in his face drop. It does not seem like you thought it vital to be acknowledged either, focusing instead on scooping a few grapes from the bowl of fruit that Phainon cannot even recall you putting down.

“What are you thinking about? Open your mouth.” his jaw slackens at the command, at a speed that'd no doubt give many people whiplash. If wind passed by at that moment, it'd no doubt whistle in his head.

You push one after another piece of mouthwatering fruit, but his braincells scurry away from processing the tastes of them. Bright blue eyes cradle the pleased curve of your lips with utmost caution, caress the purse between them whenever he appears slow in following your motion. He feels moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. Your smile, your warmth, the timbre of his voice, all so heart-wrenchingly ethereal —

“Tsk, look at how messy you are, can't even chew a piece of fruit cleanly.” you suddenly remark, purposefully smearing some pomegranate juice on the corner of his lips. He blinks at the shift in your expression, you tilt your head to address his confusion, nearly burning the remnants of his conscious mind.

Your titillating gaze flits to the scene of your creation next, tracing over the arch of his lips and returning back to gauge his stare — challenging him to speak, to break free, to deny you as you lean closer, fixated on the stain of fruit residue you painted your intentions with.

He answers by decreasing a breath worth of space, the hand that rested so far in serenity on your back pushed you closer, while his right hand wrenched the dagger away from your knuckle tight clasp. Gone is the veil of dew that you cloaked yourself in thus far, expression scrunched in what he can only assume is incendiary displeasure.

He watched as your disgruntled eyes followed the twirl of the dagger now dancing between his fingers, “So close! I must admit, you're getting more and more creative with your approaches, melite!” his energetic response did nothing but worsen your existing disappointment.

You crossed your arms in petulance, no longer interested in keeping that searing eye-contact, “Maybe just poison my food next, eh? Definitely much easier than going through all this trouble.”

The casual lilt of Phainon's suggestion appalls you, compelling you to turn around to face his stupid wide smile, “What are you saying? Didn't you always want a Hero’s death?”

That puts a dent to his disturbing playfulness, he throws away the excuse of a dagger somewhere without care. Eyes glossing over in realization, “You remembered...!”

That earns him nothing but a deadpan.

A boom of laughter fills the air, “Okay, okay, I'll stop ‘messing around’, as you like to say.”

Traces of his amusement linger and gather round to form one last wink, “But I wasn't joking, it really did touch this little heart of mine.” he cradles the mentioned organ in cue, getting a seasoned eye-roll in response.

Now it's his turn to gather you close, you do your duty in pushing against the embrace, like you've done so many times before — losing before his strength like every time.

“And I also wasn't joking when I suggested that you can use more underhanded methods to kill me for good.” he looks directly at you, through you, trapping you in place to match his steps in continuing this charade.

“Why?” you feel compelled to ask and to your bewilderment, Phainon's smile softens.

“Because death by your hand, no matter the way, would be my greatest honor.”

[baisemains]

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

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Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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[shysuccubusstuff]

Loser! Caleb:

Content: Obssessive! Caleb + Manipulative! Caleb; underwear stealing + scent kink + masturbation

Note: I mean, most of the LI are kind of losers if you think about it… (I love it). With this I refer to, the kind of loser who may or may not be able to cum just from putting it in… ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ Just read that some ppl think infold may take away my sweet yandere trope and I'm about to lose it, fuck you mean you will make me lose this sweet man with a dubious state of mind… #tragic I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED IT BEFORE FINISHING IT--- Does anyone have a request for a next writing? "૮₍ •⤙•˶₊˚ෆ I would love to try and do one!

Loser! Caleb who always had to stay close to you since childhood. The two of you met in the orphanage, and ever since then, he had chosen to follow you anywhere you went. You wanted to go to that park? There he was. Now to the new candy store they had recently opened? Of course he was behind you. You didn't particarly mind, after all, he was your friend, and an extremely shy person, so you believed it was your "duty" to keep him from people who could try to take advantage of him. This situation didn't change a bit, with Caleb even staying close to you during highschool, always giving teary eyes to the teachers every single time they were planning on changing the seats or groups, with him always telling them some sob stories about how you were one of the few people that had always stood by his side ever since his parents suddenly dissappeared without trace.

Loser! Caleb who took advantage of your common situation. By the time the two of you finished highschool, both of you were planning to get into university, after all, the orphanage would pay for half of the tution, together with the money the two of you had been able to save during the years, it would be easy to find a place to stay during the academic year. So by the time you are already looking for places that are close to uni, Caleb had already found one. Who would have guessed that it was just for two people? Not only that, but according to him, the rent was a bit too high for him, so maybe you could move with him? Totally not for him to become even closer to you. And before you realise it, the two of you are already moving to a new flat, with Caleb helping you move all the heavy cardboard boxes, a big smile on his face as his chest puffed up from thinking about how he was finally able to help you. He silently thanked his past self for thinking about getting into the gym after hearing you speak with some friend about how you loved strong men.

Loser! Caleb who no longer has to conceal his affection. As soon as the two of you moved together, you had noticed how Caleb had become much more affectionate towards you. With him always accompanying you to your class before leaving, planting a soft kiss on your forehead with the excuse of how "childhood friends can do this much", which you obviously believe because, why would Caleb lie to you? The fact that you are that naïve is a great help for him, allowing him to kiss your cheek every morning, sometimes even sleeping together with poor excuses such as suffering from nightmares every night... Surely Caleb wasn't actively taking advantage of the fact that he was the closest to you.

Loser! Caleb who starts to become more cocky. He starts slowly, leaving some of his clothes around your room in case any of your "classmates" was able to get into your room. He suddenly opens the door, bringing some refreshments with his warm smile, eyes glistening as he leaves the plate filled with fruit, together with two glasses of fresh orange juice, "accidentally" dropping the whole content of the glass on the pants of the other guy. He looks apologetic, tears swelling up on his eyes as he tells him that he's absolutely sorry for that, how could he be so clumsy? But as soon as he leaves your bedroom, his arms are wrapped around you, his face hidden on the crook of your neck as he gives you kisses all over it. "Why did you invite him without letting me know...? You know I get really anxious with new people..." Caleb's hands clinged onto your clothes, caressing your arms over the cloth and sending currents of electricity through you.

"I'm sorry, Caleb. He kept asking to visit our house since I kept trying to push him off, I thought this would make him stop once and for all." You petted Caleb's hair as if he was a cute puppy, with him smiling happily and leaning towards your touch.

"It's ok, not like he left you any change, right?" Caleb soon got away the second the guy entered the room, leaving the two of you to finish the project as fast as possible, after all, the sooner he left you two, the sooner that ugly man would be away from you.

Loser! Caleb who makes sure to get his revenge. It takes less than a few weeks for the guy to be expelled from the university. According to the gossip that has been running around the class, the guy had been trying to flirt with some of the freshman girls, even trying to force them to spend time with him in fear of creating bad rumours about them. Luckily, some other students had provided screeshots of the different mesages he had sent, and after they had send them to Caleb, the one in charge of all the matters related with the welfare of all the students of the university, it was just a matter of time for him to get expelled. Despite that, he keeps acting oblivious, telling you that he had nothing to do with his expulsion, as he had been too busy with some other matters. Still, you couldn't even imagine just how happy Caleb had been after doing it, taking his sweet time getting to know all the freshman of your grade so he could easily get the proof he needed. Just what would he do for you? ♡

Loser! Caleb who begins to steal some of your underwear. He knows this is quite twisted even for him, I mean, just what kind of man would sneak into the room of his sweet childhood friend to grab a pair of underwear and use it, wrapping it around his hard cock as he imagined your sweet cunt wrapping around it. Gosh, he could barely contain his lewd whimpers as he kept overstimulating himself, always stopping just before he was about to cum. He had to make sure to enjoy it as long as possible, as he then had to rush to the bathroom so he could clean and dry your underwear as if he had never done anything.

Loser! Caleb who takes advantage of each time you leave to hangout with your friends. As soon as he hears your steps getting away from the door he is already rushing to your bedroom, taking one of the pillows in your bed and taking a deep breath, face buried on it as he smelt the sweet mixture between your shampoo and your natural scent. Just this was more than enough for him to let his imagination go wild, his pants starting to press against his hardened cock as he kept sniffing happily. Before he was even able to notice, his hand was already running down his chiseled abs, swiftly lowering his trousers so he could let his erection out, starting to stroke it as he kept imagining your sweet face, that coy smile as you teased him, together with your alluring body and that lovely personality... How could he resist such an enticing woman...? He bites your pillow as he finally cums, his mind drifting on the idea of painting your soft tummy with his thick cum ♡...

[mintyys-blog]

Reader X Invincibles where they turned tiny and chibi, and reader coos over them? 💖💖

HEADCANONS | variants with s/o when they turn into a chibi

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS:

MAIN MARK

He’s standing in the middle of your living room, arms crossed and glaring—well, trying to glare. It’s hard to look intimidating when you’re eight inches tall with big round eyes and the proportions of a bobblehead.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny!” he squeaks, voice several octaves higher than usual as he stomps one tiny foot.

You’re already on the floor, biting your knuckle to keep from bursting into laughter. “Oh my god,” you whisper. “You’re so freaking adorable.”

Mark’s little fists shake. “Don’t say that.”

You reach out with a finger and gently poke his cheek. He stumbles back a step and scowls, his whole face going red. “Seriously, stop!”

“You’re like a living action figure,” you coo, cupping your hands and scooping him up like a hamster. “Do you want snacks or a juice box?”

“Y/N.”

“What? You’re snack-sized now. It’s the rules.”

He huffs and flops back against your palm, arms still crossed, cheeks pink. “This better wear off soon. Or you’re never hearing the end of this.”

You tuck him into the front pocket of your hoodie like a baby kangaroo. He grumbles something about respect and tacos, but doesn’t exactly resist being close to you.

“See?” you tease. “You like it in there.”

“Only because it’s warm,” he mutters. Sure, Mark. Sure

MOHAWK MARK

“Size ain’t everything, sweetheart,” he grins, voice high-pitched but still cocky as ever.

Somehow, even at barely a foot tall, Mark still carries himself like he owns the galaxy. He floats lazily around the living room like a smug little gremlin with muscles.

You’re trying so hard not to laugh, but watching this tiny version of your usually terrifying space emperor zip around and strike dramatic poses mid-air? It’s too much. “Babe, you are literally fun-sized,” you say, snickering. “You’re like… the world’s most dangerous keychain.” Mark raises a brow. “Dangerous and adorable. Say it.”

“Never,” you tease.

That’s when he zips toward you, faster than a fruit fly on espresso, and hovers at your chest level. “If I’m tiny, I’m takin’ full advantage,” he says with a wink. You blink. “Wait—Mark, what are you—?!”

Before you can stop him, he tucks himself right between your boobs like it’s the coziest little hammock in the world. “Perfect. Comfy. Love it here,” he says, voice muffled. Your hands fly to your chest, flustered. “Mark!”

“Shh. Emperor’s resting.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning. “I’m never letting you live this down when you’re full-sized again.” He peeks up with a grin. “Bold of you to assume I’ll ever leave.” Tiny menace.

SINISTER MARK

He’s standing on your coffee table like he’s delivering a war speech to the galaxy. Arms crossed, a tiny glare on his face, yellow cape fluttering slightly from the fan you forgot to turn off.

“You will bow to me,” he declares, voice squeaky but determined. “You will obey my orders. You will—are you laughing?”

You are. You’re absolutely laughing.

Because this six-inch-tall version of your usually terrifying, brooding overlord is now small enough to fit in your hoodie pocket. And despite the menace he’s trying to project, he’s still got those oversized eyes and pouty little lips that make him look less like a tyrant and more like an angry plush toy.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle. “But you’re literally shorter than my coffee mug.” He narrows his eyes. “I could still kill you, you know.”

“Sure, if I don’t scoop you up and put you in a teacup first.”

“You wouldn’t dare—HEY!”

You already did. He’s now nestled in your hands, grumbling like a cursed doll while you nuzzle him against your cheek. “Put me down. This is humiliating.”

But you notice that even as he’s protesting, he’s not fighting that hard to escape. In fact… you think he might actually be blushing. Mark, brought low by the power of chibi form and relentless affection. It’s a good day.

OMNI MARK

He doesn’t say anything when you first see him, standing on your dresser like some kind of decorative collectible that came to life. Arms folded behind his back, expression as unreadable as ever—even though his tiny face is almost too cute to take seriously.

“Mark?” you ask, blinking in disbelief.

“I’m aware of the size difference,” he replies, voice calm—though an octave higher than usual. “I’ve already calculated the ratio. This form is inconvenient, but temporary.”

You stare. He’s maybe the size of a soda can. His suit is intact, though adjusted to his new dimensions, and the sight is so absurd you can’t help it—you start cooing.

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.”

His expression twitches. “That’s not necessary.”

You pick him up gently, holding him in your hands like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He doesn’t resist, but you feel the tension in his tiny limbs. “I could still snap a neck,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“Mhm. Totally. Right after I finish putting you in this little hamster bed I found.” He glares up at you, but even his intimidation fails when you gently tap his nose with your finger and watch his tiny self flinch.

Eventually, he sighs and lets his shoulders drop. You set him down on your pillow and watch as he lies back with a tiny, resigned scowl. “If word of this gets out, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Don’t worry,” you grin. “Your secret’s safe with me, tiny menace.” He doesn’t reply. But when you go to leave the room, you swear you hear him mumble, “…I don’t hate it.”

VILTRUMITE MARK

Stoic. Proud. Fearsome leader of a thousand conquered worlds.

Now standing barely six inches tall on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, expression neutral—despite the chaos around him.

The kids are shrieking with joy.

“Mom, look! He fits in the toy spaceship!”

“Can we take him to school for show-and-tell?”

“Put a cape on him! He needs a cape!”

Mark says nothing as one of your children tries to balance him on an action figure horse. His tiny jaw clenches, and he sighs through his nose like a man trying very hard not to lose what’s left of his dignity.

You step in, scooping him up gently but firmly. “Okay, that’s enough. He’s not a toy.”

“Technically,” Mark says, voice still deep and commanding despite the size, “I am still fully capable of decimating entire cities.”

“Sweetheart,” you murmur, tucking him against your chest, “You’re six inches tall. I could put you in a teacup.” He glares, or tries to—tiny arms folded, chin lifted in defiance. “I can still fly.”

“Then fly out of my bra.” His mouth opens. Shuts. You smirk. “I thought so.”

You settle him between the cups of your sports bra for safe-keeping, where he grumbles quietly but doesn’t move. The kids cheer and immediately ask where you’re taking “Mini Dad.”

“To keep him safe. From you,” you say pointedly, retreating to the bedroom.

Later that night, you glance down to find him nestled against you, warm and quiet. One little hand rests over your heart. “Thank you,” he murmurs, barely audible. You pretend not to hear him—partly for his pride. But you hold him just a little closer.

PRISONER MARK

Mark, now shrunken down to an adorable chibi version of himself, sprawls out lazily across her chest, completely at ease. His eyes half-lidded in contentment, he lets out a soft sigh as she gently runs her fingers through his tousled hair. The warmth of her skin beneath him is comforting, and despite his usually fierce nature, he looks utterly vulnerable like this.

She can’t help but coo softly, her voice filled with affection as she presses a gentle kiss to his tiny forehead. He chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling even in his small form, and murmurs, “You know… this is officially my new favorite spot.” He stretches out, molding his body against her curves, clearly enjoying the intimacy and comfort of being so close to her.

Her heart swells at how different he is like this—softer, more tender—and it makes her want to protect him even more. She cups his small face in her hand, watching the faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re such a little troublemaker,” she says, her voice warm and teasing.

He grins back, eyes sparkling mischievously despite his tiny size. “Maybe. But I like being spoiled.” She laughs, pressing another kiss to his cheek, feeling an overwhelming rush of love for this fierce yet gentle man who now fits perfectly in the palm of her hand.

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[mental-ch-illness]

pro tip for recovering addicts

TW: Addiction, Alcohol dependency

as someone currently working through a moderate addiction to alcohol, there is something that actually really has helped me recently: replacement and going nuclear.

i would like to say that this method is not fool proof, and it will not work for people who have not completely accepted their addiction or have severe addiction. also, i am only dealing with alcohol dependency, so this may not work for others. even if you are struggling with alcohol, this might not work for you, but here's something that has helped me.

going nuclear, so don't even bother with trying to convince yourself it's going to be just one sip or one night. if you didn't trust yourself earlier that day, you probably shouldn't trust yourself now. so i've been doing the Most™ and simply applying brute force against myself. here's what i've been doing.

bought myself a timer lock. i put my alcohol in a cabinet and then use the lock on the cabinet. that way i have to wait to get to it. i can have a drink and then put it back and reset the lock. this prevents me from going back for more before the effects actually kick in. usually i make it a few hours. this method is great if you have a problems with delayed gratification because you can watch the numbers go down. also, you can set it to a longer periods of time to prevent day drinking. it's pretty easy, so you can set it up during those periods of clarity and yet it still holds up once the urges start up again.

i now leave my driver's license in the lock box of my car whenever i go to the store. this helps as i typically go to the store telling myself i won't buy alcohol. then when i'm actually passing by that aisle i find myself picking up some bottles and convincing myself it will be fine. it's not fine. just like above, take advantage of those moments of clarity and lock up your ID.

i've been deliberately diluting my alcohol by making premade mixed drinks. a go too of mine is measuring out three parts fruit juice and one part vodka (so it should be... like... 8% ABV, but don't quote me on that). i typically just mix it into an already emptied bottle of fruit juice. that way, instead of just doing shots of straight vodka, i am forced to actually drink a whole cocktail. there's only so much my stomach can hold, so it forces me to slow down.

i started taking medication to help curb addiction urges. currently, i am on a daily dose of naltrexone (as a pill) to help curb the urge to drink. it's not a cure all, but it does provide a sort of speed bump. not just with alcohol. i've sometimes found myself questioning impulse purchases and the like much more often. there are other medications that can help, so it might help to talk to your doctor.

here's another thing that isn't really 'nuclear', but has helped: i got a snow cone machine... just a tiny one i found on clearance. whenever i got the urge to drink, i'd make a snow cone. i didn't think it would work as well as it has, but i think the dopamine hit from that does help to curb things.

not everyone can quit cold turkey, but everyone should do their best to outsmart their addiction when they can. you'll fuck up, but that doesn't mean that you are a fuck up. it's gonna be okay. maybe not today, or tomorrow, or the next day, but it will be one day.

[outsideratheart]

Birthdays in Bed (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Happy Birthday to the queen herself! To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it.

The sun peaking through the blinds was the reason why Alexia woke up. Although, if you were to ask her she would say the lack of your presence was the real culprit. 

She buried her head into your pillow. The scent of your wild berries shampoo flooded her senses but the coldness she felt on your side of the bed caused her in groan in disappointment. 

Where were you? That was her first question. Alexia soon got her answer when she looks over to the baby monitor. Your son’s crib was empty. 

She pushed herself up the bed and reached down to the floor to get her t-shirt you had gladly stripped her of the night before. Her left foot was out the cover but just as she was about to get up she heard tiny footsteps outside the door. What followed made her heart melt. 

“Shhh mama, Mami’s sleeping. Need to surprise her” your son’s accent was a mixture of Spanish and English but the latter was that little bit stronger when he spoke in your language. 

“I know bubs. That why I told you to stay with me whilst I got everything ready” your voice was one that Alexia could pick out from a mile away. 

Jordi, your two year old, tried to shush you again but ended up giggling at the way his mouth vibrated.  

It was a sound that Alexia loved and if asked she would say it was her favourite, tied with yours of course. 

The door slowly opened. It revealed your son in a tiny birthday hat and you carrying a tray with a selection of food on it. 

“Mami, you’re awake” Jordi playfully smacked his head. The dramatics he had picked up from his mami. 

“We wanted to surprise you” you told your wife who laid in bed content with the scene in front of her. 

“Don’t say it. I say it” the little boy stumbles over to his parents bed. 

You wanted to help him get up onto yours and Alexia’s bed as it was rather high for someone his size but you knew he’d stop you. The determination on his face and the way his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth was very familiar. 

“Surprise mami” Jordi launched himself at Alexia and peppered many sloppy kisses all across her face. 

“Feliz cu-“ you are cut off by your son. 

“No mama. I say it” once again Jordi stops you from uttering the words. He wanted to be the first one to wish his mami a happy birthday. 

“Feliz Cumpleaños” your son tries his hardest to perfect the pronunciation and the effort alone causes both you and Alexia to smile proudly. 

“Gràcies mi pequeño tesoro”  

You place the tray down and joined your little family in bed. Jordi was snuggled into Alexia’s side with his head buried in the crook of her neck. You took advantage of the boy’s lack of vision and kissed your wife. 

“Happy birthday my love” 

Alexia pulled you back in for a couple small kisses. 

Jordi eyes you both before pointing to the food. The boy had an appetite bigger than both yours and Alexia’s combined. 

“Well, what is this?” Alexia asks him. 

“We made breakfast. Look!” He carefully grabs a plate and gives it to Alexia. 

She inspects the fruit salad and although she is very grateful for the gesture, she did expect something a little more sugar based. 

“There is fruit” Jordi point the colourful bowl “and pan con tomate” his Spanish accent was adorable “juice and water” 

“Is there anything else?” Alexia asks him. 

“Nope. Mama says no sweets for breakfast” Jordi replies. 

It was true. You wanted your son to eat healthily with a few sweet treats. Breakfast however was a time to get the nutrients your bodies needed before the day started. 

Your son didn’t seem to care though because he takes a bite of the toast with no further questions. 

“It’s my birthday” Alexia pouts at you. 

“There’s Panellets in the kitchen” you grab a piece of strawberry out the bowl. 

“Mi amor, it’s my birthday” Alexia repeats herself. It was the one day of the year where she secretly loved how much you loved to celebrate her. Every year since you started dating you would bake her a cake. This year she hoped the tradition would continue. 

“The cake comes later. We have a game to play” 

“Ok. Cake later and some other desserts I think” your wife raised her eyes playfully as she kissed the side of your neck. 

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 20

Masterlist

Warning: fluff, grief, cuteness overload, reader is very smart and Yelena finds it hot, kissing, teasing, hickies. everyone loves to pick on Yelena

Word Count: 4.8k

Note: A lied. In honor of Thunderbolts* here is the next chapter of Second Chance.

Honestly, you felt great compared to yesterday. Maybe it had to do with the extra hydration, the laughter shared between everyone, or waking up in Yelena’s arms, but you felt refreshed. You woke up, untangled yourself from Yelena, and went downstairs. Not even Laura was up. So you started breakfast. Sunday morning was for scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, and fresh orange juice. Plus coffee for the adults. It wasn’t long before Laura entered. “This is a surprise,” you smiled.

“I felt good,” you shrugged, and finished mixing the pancake batter. Once you were satisfied. “I have to take advantage of the good days.” Laura nodded.

“We have some fresh fruit that will go well with those pancakes.” You smiled. You were glad that Laura allowed you the space to cook without trying to take it from you.

Soon enough, the smell of food brought each family member out. Bucky and Nat were the first. The couple grabbed some pancakes and bacon and thanked you with a smile. Next was Copper and Lila. Laura ensured there was at least some fruit on their plate before sending them to the table to do their homework. They were supposed to get it done before this weekend. After them, it was Yelena. It seemed impossible not to look at her, and your heart flips. Her braid was a little messy. Her sleepwear was big on her frame, but she looked at peace.

The blonde walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush to her chest. “Morning, baby,” you whispered. “Coffee is ready.” She kissed the back of your neck and removed herself from you. You sadly missed her warmth. You built a small plate for her, and she took it while she passed to eat breakfast with Natasha and Bucky. Finally, Clint emerged with Nate on his shoulders.

“I think you are getting too big for this, buddy,” the archer said, placing his youngest on the counter. You smiled and poured him coffee. “Thank you.”

“Alright, it’s homework time for you, too,” Laura said, handing Nate a bowl of yogurt topped with fresh fruit. Nate groaned.

“I don’t wanna.” He complained.

“Then you should have done it when I told you to,” Laura smiled and pinched her youngest on the cheek. Now that everyone was fed, you made your plate and cup of coffee.

“Come on, bud,” you said to Nate. “Let’s see if we can tackle this homework together.” He sighed, jumped off the counter, and joined his siblings at the table.

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Yelena was sure her coffee and food had gone cold. Her eyes were trained on you. It amazed her how easily you fit in with this part of her life. You moved around the kitchen and immediately jumped in to help the kids with their homework. You were explaining a math problem to Cooper. The eldest Barton struggled with the subject, but from the looks and sounds of it, you were explaining it in a way that he understood. Gods, you were driving her insane. She thought these feelings of having a family and leaving the fighting died in the Red Room. But you were waking them inside her. To make matters worse, she had only just met you.

Once Copper focused on his assignment, your eyes found her. You winked, and a playful smirk was on your face. Such a fucking tease. A sharp flick to her cheek pulled her out of her less-than-PG thoughts. “Stop that,” Natasha said. “You are eye fucking.” Yelena huffed and took a sip of the coffee. Thankfully, it was still warm.

“Please, I have walked in on you and Bucky.” The super soldier shrugged.

“You should have knocked,” Yelena rolled her eyes and dug into the food you cooked. It was unfair how good you were in the kitchen, even though your body struggled to eat.

“Have you spoken to Melina?” Natasha asked after a few beats of her food. The mention of her adoptive mother caused Yelena to cringe. When she was in Iowa, Melina called her twice and texted her, which she ignored. “By that face, I guess that is a no,” Natasha chuckled. “She needs to talk to you.”

“And why can’t you talk to her?” Yelena countered. Natasha held her gaze before finishing her coffee.

“I have, but she clearly needs something from you that I can’t provide.” Yelena dropped it as she heard the bitter tone in Natasha’s voice. While the relationship between her sister and Melina was better, it was still complicated. There was a level of distrust buried deep in Natasha, which Yelena couldn’t 100% fault her for. Everything about her family from Russia was so overly complicated. Sometimes, it was easier to forget about all the wrong. Sighing, Yelena nodded.

“I will call her after breakfast.” Natasha seemed content with that answer, but soon a playful smirk appeared on her sister’s face. “What is that look?”

“Nothing,” she said. Yelena glared at her sister.

“It is not nothing,” she mimicked her sister’s American accent. “Say it.” Natasha shrugged and leaned back against the couch. She was looking at you with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Have you told Melina and Alexei about her yet?”

“No,” Yelena said. It wasn’t like she was keeping you a secret. Hell, she invited you to Iowa, but telling her adoptive parents was complicated for her. The Bartons saw her as a hero, an Avenger, while Melina and Alexei knew her as the child prodigy of the Red Room.

“Scared of the shovel talk Alexei will give her,” Bucky said.

“No. That man is an idiot.” She wasn’t afraid of Alexei scaring you off due to a shovel talk. The man stood like a tank but was a softie at heart. She was scared you would finally see how much of a monster she was.

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Yelena disappeared to the Bartons’ home office. Unfortunately, Melina had problems with the database she designed to track all the Widows. It was malfunctioning slightly. Hopefully, it would be a simple fix as she entered the code she wrote. It aimed to help them see what Widows were still under Dreykov’s control. It seemed never-ending. Especially with the Blip, they lost so much time.

Suddenly, her vision was obstructed by hands covering her eyes. “Guess who?” Your voice tickled her ear. Yelena pretended to think.

“Mhm,” she thought. “Lucky?” You gasped and dropped your hands.

“Unbelievable,” Yelena chuckled and spun around in the chair. Her hands went to rest behind your thighs that weren’t covered by your sleep shorts. You looked beautiful like this - relaxed, happy, and not worried about tomorrow.

“It is unbelievable you are jealous of a dog,” you shrugged.

“I was wondering where you ran off, too,” you said, taking a small step forward to play with the hairs at the base of Yelena’s neck. She felt her tense muscles relax against you. It was unfair how much your touch and voice affected her. “I thought you ran away without me,” she said.

“I would never,” Yelena said seriously while she looked up at you. You chuckled, tracing the slope of her nose with your finger before glancing at the laptop behind her.

“Are you busy or can I steal you?” You asked. Yelena looked at the computer and wrestled with two halves of herself. On one hand, she wanted to be a good daughter and fix what Melina needed. It was up to her to free them all. It could wash all the blood she shed. The other half, she wanted to be selfish. She tried to choose for herself. “Yelena,” the blonde turned her attention back to you. “If you are busy, I can wait.”

You could wait, you told her. But you were feeling good today - how many days would you have left? Yelena smiled. “It can wait. What do you have planned?” For once, she chose herself and not her duty.

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Your plan was a combination of your idea and the Barton kids. Since it was your last day in Iowa, they wanted to take you to the playground. They described it as a wooden jungle gym that Tony bought for them. Honestly, it was nice seeing the billionaire care about the family of those on the team. The more you learned about him, the different image you created in your head.

Yelena left quickly after breakfast. Natasha told you she was working on something for their adoptive mother. Honestly, you were okay with it. It gave you time to hang out with Bucky and Natasha. You learned that Natasha liked to fluster the super soldier. You enjoyed listening to Bucky talk about the 40s.

By lunch, Yelena remained locked away in Barton’s office. To you, that would not do. One, she needed a break; two, you would not stand for her to work all day on your last day here. You packed a little picnic and told the kids to get ready to go. Convincing Yelena wasn’t hard. After getting changed, you followed the kids to the playground hand and hand with Lucky by your side. As the playground came into view, the kids took off running, as did Lucky.

Yelena brought you to a small clearing and spread the picnic blanket. “So,” she said once you were both sitting down comfortably. “What did you pack?” You smiled.

“See for yourself,” you watched the blonde go through the basket. First were the small sandwiches—you made enough for you, her, and the kids. The second thing was a bowl of fruit that was left over from breakfast. The last thing was a container of mac and cheese. Lila told you it was Yelena’s favorite, with a little hot sauce, which you also packed.

“Is this for me?” The blonde asked.

“Well, I would like some,” you laughed.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I will think about sharing.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thank you, detka.” She kissed you softly.

“Of course. You deserve it.” Before she could protest, you took a bowl out and grabbed the mac and cheese from her. “I’m hungry.” You pivoted the conversation. Yelena smiled, but her eyes gave her away. Every day, you would tell her how much she deserved someone to care for her. She deserved happiness, love, and light. Even though her taste in mac and cheese was something to be desired. You cringed your nose at the hot sauce on her mac and cheese portion. “Dr. Carpenter called me,” you told her after moments of peace. She looked at you intentionally. “He wants me to start the new round of treatment instead of taking a break.” Yelena frowned.

“How do you feel about that?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. I was excited for a break, but I trust him if he wants me to move forward.” Yelena took your free hand and rubbed her thumb across it. “I am a little nervous,” you whispered. I don’t know how this will affect me.”

“You are not alone, though,” she said. “I am here and so is Stark.” You smiled.

“I know,” you squeezed her hand. “I start tomorrow.” Yelena nodded. Thankfully, she dropped it and focused on the food you provided. Once you both were done, you cuddled against the blonde and watched the kids play.

“Thank you for coming,” Yelena whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you said back. “I love it here.” Your face was pressed into the crook of her neck. You kissed the skin you could reach without entirely pulling away from her. You could feel her breath hitch, and it made you smile. It was a little mean, but you felt so powerful when she became affected by you. How could you not? A Black Widow, an Avenger, was weak to you. You sucked a mark on her neck. The groan she let out made your stomach dip.

Carefully, she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her. Her touch was gentle yet firm. Her green eyes were dark, but you weren’t scared. “Careful, sweetheart,” she mumbled. “Do not start something you do not wish to finish.” Her lips ghosted against yours, and you moved to kiss her, but she refused to kiss you, still holding you in place. A soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Yelena smirked. “Takoy nuzhdayushchiysya (so needy).”

Finally, she kissed you. She kept it tamed due to being outside and in front of the kids, but God above you wanted to deepen it, forgo anything deemed unacceptable. She was weak to you, but you were weak to her. She was a drug that you were addicted to. Suddenly, Yelena yelped and ended the kiss. She rubbed her ear and glared at her sister, who appeared with Bucky, Clint, and Laura. “Keep it PG, children.” Yelena secretly flipped off her sister. Natasha tisked. “Come on, Belova,” she said. “You’re up,” Yelena mumbled something in Russian but stood up. She helped you stand and followed the group.

You shouldn’t be surprised that they added a knife-throwing range on the back of the playground. Even the three Barton kids gathered to watch the competition between Natasha and Clint vs. Bucky and Yelena. From your understanding, the targets were divided into points. The closer to the center, the more points you received. However, they staggered the targets. If you hit the furthest target, your points were tripled. Laura was in charge of keeping score.

It was a close match. Natasha would hit a bullseye on the second target, and Bucky would copy. Clint hit the first target, and Yelena followed suit. It was fun to watch, but your mind couldn’t help but try to find a mathematical way to figure it out.

Math was simple. Math was dependable. All you needed was the distance from the starting point to the target, average speed, and the knife’s balance. Observing Yelena, her grip on the knife changed depending on what target she was aiming at. She held it by the handle for another one and by the blade if it was the closest one. Interesting.

So you would need to solve for R - the number of rotations required to hit the target. The formula danced in your head.

R = w*t = w * d/v. Simplified, the formula would be R = w*d/v.

The knife Natasha threw at the first target rotated 2 times per second, with the target only being 5 meters away. If you threw the knife at 10 m/s, you would only need one rotation. R = 2.5/10 = 1.

Other factors, like wind, sunlight, and the knife’s weight, would be harder to factor in, but it was close.

The competition ended with Clint and Natasha winning by 2 points. “Can I try?” Everyone looked at you, obviously shocked.

“Go for it detka,” Yelena said. You smiled at the blonde and walked over to the starting point. Three knives were waiting for you.

“I can move it closer.” Clint offered. You glared at the man and picked up the knife, which caused him to shrink back.

“Careful, babe,” Laura laughed. “Never tell a woman what to do with a knife in her hand.” You looked at the knife in your hand and tested the weight. One rotation was all you needed, if your math was correct. You aimed at the target and threw it. The knife hit it, but not the bullseye. You frowned and picked up the second. So your math was correct, but your aim was the problem. The second knife hit the bullseye, but not the center. You huffed and bit your lip. The third and final knife his dead center.

“Eh, not bad,” you turned to look at the group. They were stunned into silence beside Yelena. Her green eyes were dark again, looking you up and down. It made your body head up. “What?” You questioned. “Do I have something on my face?”

“How the hell did you do that?” Natasha asked and pointed to the target. You looked at the older Black Widow, then back at the target.

“It’s basic math,” you sighed when they remained quiet. I calculated the distance between the target and how many rotations I would need,” you shrugged. It’s a little iffy with the sun and wind, but I made it work.”

Bucky whistled. “Damn, remind me never to piss you off.” You laughed.

“Don’t play me in pool then.” It was a simple statement that you thought would amount to nothing. You weren’t expecting to be led back to the Bartons’ house and down to the basement - a fully renovated basement with a massive movie screen and a mini bar. Yelena told you the basement project was a present from Kate. Everyone seemed to be spoiling the Barton kids. You needed to step up on your Auntie duties. You could take Lila and Cooper swimming with sharks. But you weren’t sure how happy Laura would be about that.

You took a pool stick off the wall while Clint racked the balls. The archer was your first opponent. “Do you want to break it?” You asked him as you put the chalk on the tip.

“Ladies, first,” you rolled your eyes but set up. Everyone filed into the room. Yelena was behind the bar making tisked for the kids, but you could feel her eyes on you. Laura made some popcorn while Bucky and Natasha leaned up against the wall. You swore you saw Natasha pass a ten-dollar bill to her boyfriend.

You broke the balls—not sinking any, but that was okay. It was your plan of action. It allowed Clint to sink two stripe balls back to back, but he missed his third. So you were solid.

Pool held a special place in your heart. It reminded you of your college days of sneaking into a bar you weren’t old enough to be in and beating men double your age for 20-100 bucks. Chelsie and you would play for hours at an old mom-and-pop restaurant. The owner allowed you to play and provided all the fires you could eat if you helped him each year during tax season.

But your love for the simple game came from your mom. She told you stories of how she would hustle men at bars to earn extra bucks. It wasn’t her intention to teach her 6-year-old, but you had a knack for it.

It helped that you saw the table as a coordinate plan. It was a simple chalkboard - the table became a grid. Each pocket a fixed point and every ball a coordinate. It wasn’t a randomness they become vectors and trajectories. You could sketch invisible lines in your head: a triangle from a cue ball to the rail to the target.

The entire game was a mental game of geometry. “Pocking the 8,” you told him. The game wasn’t close. You made two shots back to back and ‘missed’ the next. This allowed Clint to get one more shot, and then you ran away with the game. But the shot you called wasn’t going to be easy. There were a few balls in the way, but you weren’t worried. Smiling, you took your stance and hit the cue ball.

It was a trick shot as your aim was at the wall, not the ball. Even though you were 95% sure the ball would go in, you were still impressed when you landed it. Clint shook his head with a laugh. “How did you do that?” You shrugged and began gathering the balls to re-rack.

“It’s simple geometry,” you smiled at the others. “Whose next?”

Maybe it was a little mean and a major ego bust that you were able to best a few Avengers, but you needed the few wins life would give you. However, Yelena was a challenge. She was shoot for shoot with you. Maybe it was a dirty play, but you had to rely on a different tactic. Flirting. Sometimes you had to go low to keep your winning streak alive. Small touches. Playful smirks. She leaned over the table while she took her shot.

You sank the winning shot and straightened up. “Told you,” you smirked. “I know my way around a pool table.” You put your stick back. “I would bleed men dry with bets.” Natasha walked behind Yelena.

“I think you broke my sister,” she smacked the blonde on the back of her head. It snapped her out of whatever slump she was in.

“Dinner is ready,” Laura called from the stairs. She left to start the food before the final game. The basement cleared out one by one until it was just you and Yelena. Her green eyes followed you as you approached the pool stick in her hand. You took it easily from her.

“You know,” you smirked. “This is the quietest I’ve seen you.” You put the pool stick back and walked back over. Suddenly, Yelena pinned you to the pool table. The edge pushed into your back, but the pain wasn’t on your mind when her lips were on your neck. “Shit,” you stuttered and gripped onto her shoulder.

“I have been trying to control myself,” she bite down hard, no doubt leaving a mark you’d get shit for. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”

“Lena,” you moaned, back arching as her hand slid underneath your shirt. “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Hell, all rational thought left your brain. You were seconds from letting her fuck you against the pool table.

“Please, what, baby?” Yelena chuckled against your skin. Tell me what you want. I would give you anything; you have to ask.” You were thankful that she held onto your waist, or your legs would have given out. “Fucking beautiful.” Yup. Your first time with Yelena would be up against a pool table in Barton’s basement. You were okay with that.

Then the basement door opened. “Get your tongues out of each other’s mouths and come eat food,” Natasha’s voice called out. Yelena groaned against your skin.

“Come on,” you giggled and patted her back. “The last thing I want is for your sister to see you with your hand down my pants.” You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and gently pushed her away. Before she could complain, you grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. Natasha smirked as you walked by her.

“Nice artwork you got there,” she teased, pointing to your neck. You shrugged.

“The chemo makes me bruise easily.” You grabbed a plate from Laura, who was also trying to hide her smile but failing. “I didn’t know I was dating a vampire.” Yelena gasped.

“Were you not the one to say you like to claim what is yours?” A chorus of ‘ew’s came from the dining room table. You were sure you heard Copper yell, ‘Get a room, ' which Yelena mumbled, ‘I wish.’ Yeah, you were going to miss it.

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Dinner was dragged out. Laura made a quick, easy dinner, but everyone ate it slowly. It seemed like no one wanted this weekend to end. Finally, you were packing up your room and saying goodbye to the Bartons. You gave the biggest hug to Lila, Nate, and Cooper, and told the eldest two you would take them swimming with sharks (out of earshot of Laura). Clint told you to call him if you needed anything and kissed you on the top of your head. Then it was Laura. The mother of three held you tight, then cupped your face in your hands. “I will see you again,” she said with such belief that you believed her. You held onto her wrist with one hand, unable to make a promise you weren’t sure you could keep. “And remember what I told you.”

“We are family,” you whispered.

“Yes, we are,” she pulled you in for one more hug. “Stay strong, sweet girl, you got this.” You blew out a deep breath and nodded against her. It hurt to pull yourself out of her arms and follow Yelena, Bucky, and Natasha onto the jet. Luckily, Bucky and Natasha took the cockpit, so you followed Yelena to the seats. She made sure your bags were put away, then buckled in. “Natasha is a -,” she paused when she looked at you and saw tears in your eyes.

“Nothin’,” you tried to push the tears away, but they fell down your cheek. “Uh, Laura reminds me of my mom, so I uh-” you blew a raspberry out. “Sorry, this is so stupid.” You pushed the palms of your hands to your eyes.

“It is not stupid,” Yelena gently pulled your hands away. Can you tell me about her? Your mom, I mean.”

“Really?” you asked. Yelena nodded and kissed some of the tears away. “Well, she was my best friend.” And, you thought, I wish she could have met you.

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Back at the tower, you put your stuff in your living room and said hello to Wanda before heading down to Tony’s lap. You watched Tony move around his space with music blasting, unaware you were there. It gave you a chance to observe him. This was the man the media and the world couldn’t see or refused to acknowledge. The man behind Iron Man, Stark Industries, and the Avengers. The human behind everything. You remembered you witnessed a college protest against Stark Industries and their involvement in the construction of weapons that were killing innocent people. You were proud to witness the peaceful protest then, but now you understand that war and fighting are complicated. There were no winners when blood was shed. Sometimes you forget that a different Tony met your mom at a different point in her life. “Hey kiddo,” Tony said as he finally saw you, and FRIDAY turned down the music. The billionaire hugged you quickly. “How are the Mormons? How are you feeling?” His eyes scanned you over.

“Iowa was good,” you said, walking over to one of the bean bags and dropping down on one. I got sick—just once, though, which honestly is not bad considering everything. Did Dr. Carpenter call you?” The man shook his head and sat next to you. He wants me not to skip a week and continue with the new treatment plan.”

“How do you feel about that?” Yelena asked you the same question. Sighing, you shrugged.

“I trust him,” you said. “So I’ll do it, but I would have liked a break.” Before he could say more, you fished a piece of paper from your pocket. “Here,” you handed it to him. “I finished it on the way home.” You closed your eyes as he looked at the sketch of the Black Widow suit you designed.

You’ve been staring at it for so long that you could draw it with your eyes closed. The most significant change from their original suit was functionality over style. It was lightweight and had armor similar to the Black Panther nanosuit. To you, it made sense with all of the physical hand-to-hand combat they experienced. There were subtle red undertones for Natasha, and Yelena had white. The Black Widow symbol was removed. Their boots allowed for more noise-dampening and better climbing. The signature Widow Bites were sleeker, now integrated directly into their gloves.

“These are incredible,” you opened your eyes as you heard him stand up suddenly. “We can start building them today. I may have to reach out to Shuri, but we can start with the basics,” you giggled at the man’s excitement. “Do you want to help? Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

“Nope,” you stood up. “Right where I want to be.” His smile was infectious.

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You weren’t sure how Tony could work such long hours in the lab. A headache was forming from all the lights and screens. But you were able to make good progress before Kate came running in. Tony was able to hide the project. “Are you good at darts?” The archer. You pointed to yourself. “Yes, you. Yelena said you were amazing at the pool. Do those kills translate to darts?”

“Uh,” you dragged out. “Kind of.” Darts were okay. Not your favorite game, but bars were more likely to have a dart board due to space.

“Amazing,” Kate clapped her hands together. “Alright, Stark, you’re coming too. It’s game time.” Tony huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Come on,” Tony said to you. “Before reinforcements come down.” You were so confused, but you followed him out of the lab. It was how you found yourself at a dart tournament between the Avengers. It was held outside at the covered heated patio. Music was playing. Tony was behind the bar serving drinks, and when you weren’t playing, Yelena held you hostage with her arms around your waist.

It seemed wild that this was your life now. Months and years spent alone, now you were surrounded by so much love.

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[lavendermin]

jing yuan is definitely the type of man to take your hand and kiss your fingers one by one WHILE keeping eye contact (literally STARING, waiting for u to break, become flustered and look away), and when you do, he would say smth along the lines of "look at me" / "is something wrong? why did you look away?" with that shitty grin of his

We’re dealing with a whole general in charge of the Luofu. That man is trained in the art of finding weaknesses to use to his advantage and effortlessly play off them. This partially translates into Jing Yuan’s methods for expressing love as well.

And he wouldn’t call these aspects your weaknesses per se. No, he would never degrade you like that. But he knows what makes you tick, what makes you short circuit, what buttons to push and when. Jing Yuan is well versed in the little things that draw out his favorite reactions from you. Something akin to cuteness aggression some might call it. His fondness for you is just that great. And your relationship is one that is lighthearted and filled with playful banter.

cw | suggestive, fem reader

He knows how to make your heart leap. Takes you to some secluded gardens past the hustle and bustle of the main city areas, away from prying eyes. He’s someone who prefers to love you in private, wanting to bare his soul to you and you only. The light breeze brings a beautiful rain of delicate petals from the plum blossom trees in the vicinity. With his tall stature he picks a low hanging flower from the tree without much effort, delicately placing it in your hair as he continues the pleasant conversation without missing a beat. It’s something that makes you momentarily fall out of step, caught a little off guard with the gesture. Your pulse quickens and the smile he wanted to see finally beams on your face, albeit shyly.

He knows what little things to do that get you looking at him with that lovesick gaze. During brief breaks between meetings he’ll bring you to the gardens in his estate, a blanket sprawled out for a quick afternoon snack to enjoy in good company. Some are favorites, other little additions are new and some just readily in season or imported. Jing Yuan always wordlessly insists on hand feeding you himself. Loves the flustered look in your eyes as he puts a slice of fruit to your lips, slowly parting them and glossing them with the nectar that drips from the treat. A sigh of contentment leaves you and he can’t help but smile fondly, leaning in to quickly place a peck on your lips.

Your eyes twinkle, heart full with the notion that he imported one of your favorite delicacies from a neighboring star system—and with such a limited season they are available in. He licks his lips, the sweetness from the kiss he stole lingering in his mouth with the taste of you. An ideal afternoon he wishes could be longer than thirty minutes before he’s off again. Might as well spend them with you.

He pulls you onto his chest as he lays back on the picnic blanket, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you.

“Just for fifteen minutes, let’s stay like this,” he whispers, pulling you down to press his lips to your forehead. It’s an intimacy that simmers and leaves your hearts full longer.

And with a smile you can’t help how love-struck you look at him, so prettily under you. Something that he mirrors equally as you both settle into the tranquil moment.

He’s especially good at teasing—knows what little habits you have and how to exploit them for his amusement (in good fun). And there are a lot of little habits that come with your shy demeanor.

You bite into the flesh of a peach, the juices running down your hands. He’s quick to seize an opportunity to take your hand, kissing each of your glistening fingers slowly—hungry gaze steadily holding yours. The action has you holding your breath without even realizing it. It warms your face with the intimacy of his soft lips pressing to the pads of your fingers—a heat quickly surging through your body like a wildfire. And you can’t move even if you wanted to (you don’t), his grasp firm on your wrist.

It’s almost like a little game of endurance. You’ve never felt more like a doe in a lion’s den than in these kinds of moments. His lips move to press to the second finger, the third finger…

“Eyes on me, little dove,” he mutters, voice an octave lower than usual. Commanding. The smirk on his lips reveals the mischief in his intention. “Don’t look away. Not for a second.”

Your eyes that had desperately tried to dart anywhere else are immediately back on him. Almost involuntarily. You can’t help but worry your lip to try and suppress any little gasps and whimpers that may threaten to leave you.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

He kisses the fourth, a subtle tremble on your own hand he can just barely feel. The glimmer in his honey eye tells you he wants to play with to his dinner today. You can only pray your weak heart can withstand what teasing he has in store for you as he slowly drags his tongue up your index finger. His mouth chases the sweetness of the fruit as it coats your hand, your eyes following the wet muscle with an involuntary whimper and shift of your thighs when he licks sensually between your index and middle finger.

And just like that he places a kiss to your palm and leaves you hot and bothered. Trembling and breathing a little uneven with a want settling deep in the pit of your belly.

“Were you hoping for something more?” Jing Yuan asks with that mischievous, innocent-looking smile he wears. His thumb swipes at the corner of his lips to catch remnants of the sweetness he stole from your delicate hands.

Sly goddam fox.

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

all parts

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! filthy smut ahead😎 afab! re fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, getting caught in the act, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/ affectionate names, breath play, choking if you squint, reader gives good top, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (m! receiving), just pure smut.

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: we’re back bitchessss!🤪💖hope you liked the last part hehe. here is pt. 5!! pt. 6 is in the proofreading stage now and I’ve even got a pt. 7 in my brain waiting to be put on paper. as always, forgive any grammar/spelling errors, and lemme know what you think!!! much love, fruit punch🧃

The sight before him was unholy. You sat with your back almost to the wall, sitting back on your feet. Your face was so red from the constant embarrassment, your lips still swollen from how hard Toji was biting and sucking on them. He could see how hard you were breathing, and he was more ready than he had ever been to let you please him. It had been too long since he had gotten a blowjob, let alone a good fuck.

Toji gets off the bed, standing up as he takes a step towards you. You looked as if you were looking straight at the ceiling due to his tall stature. Suddenly, you were in his shadow as he grabs the neck of his shirt and takes it off, discarding it in the floor on top of your bikini. He kicks his sweats off his feet and closes the distance between you two.

Here he was, with his still twitching cock dripping precum in front of you. His length was still glistening from your juices, and you were impressed with the fact that he looked a few inches longer than you originally estimated.

You do as he says and attempt to make it up to him as best you can. You grab him at his base, earning a hiss from the god above you. You stick your tongue out and you start to swirl it around his fat tip.

“Holy shit, y/n, keep going f’me, just a lil’ deeper”

Your tongue was so hot and wet, and seeing you with his dick in your tiny hand almost made him bust. He could tell it would be a struggle to get it to fit, but he needed to feel how tight that throat is. He was scared he wouldn’t even be able to talk you through it at this point. You two had been going at it for at least an hour now. The kisses, grinding, pussy eating and all was fun for sure. But it was torture for Toji. He had to stop himself from cumming so many times now, and he was scared he wouldn’t be able to hold back this time.

You close your lips around the head of his cock, and slowly start to move down his length. It’s barely a third of the way in and he’s already hitting the back of your throat. You choke a little and you feel your eyes water. You were excited to show Toji your lack of a gag reflex. You had always been that way, but it never occurred to you to use that to your advantage until now. The previous guys you were with weren’t even big enough to test it out. You still needed to warm up to his massive size, but you were confident you’d be able to deepthroat him at least a little bit. You keep him there for a moment, swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft, trying to remember every single vein.

You continue your ministrations on his member, starting to pick up your pace as you hollow your cheeks. You now have both hands on the rest of his length, trying to please where you couldn’t reach yet. You needed to warm up just a little more before you start taking him past your throat.

“You’re so fucking perfect f’me, y/n. You might be a virgin b-but you’ve definitely, fuck, s-sucked cock before, haven’t ya’?”

Was the stern, mean Toji stuttering? And what happened to the nicknames? Did he just not care anymore, or was he too far gone to think of any? You felt like you had him in the palm of your hand. You manage to stifle out an “mmhm” while you slobber all over him. You’ve gotten almost half of him in your mouth, and you feel like you’re ready to take him fully.

You pull off with a pop, licking your lips as you look up at him. God, was he pretty.

You lick a long stripe from his heavy balls to the tip of his cock. He grunts, smiling at you as he bites his lip to stifle any whimpers that dare slip past his lips.

Although your throat was sore, you ask him, “Toji, can I show you something? Just trust me, please.”

Toji had no idea what you were letting on. He was excited nonetheless, but he had no clue what you could show him that you haven’t already. You were making him fall apart and he knew he wouldn’t last long enough to fuck you properly.

“Sure, baby, but I dunno if there’s anything I haven’t seen already, heh,” he chuckles, admiring your beautiful figure beneath him.

Instead of responding, you sit back up until you’re level with his dick. You wrap your hands around Toji’s thick thighs, and place your hands on his ass. You knew he would say something about it, so you had to be quick.

“The fuck you tryna sho-“ he starts as all the air is ripped from his lungs. He has to stabilize himself on the wall before he passes out.

You take a deep breath as you start to suck him again. You slowly but surely force your head down, using Toji as leverage, until your nose is buried in the black hair at the base of his cock. You swallow around him as a reflex, and you hear him whimper.

“Y/n, o-ohmmygod f-fuck”

Toji had no more sly remarks for you. As he looks down at you, your eyes peer up at him. He’s sweating and panting like a dog. You must have been doing a decent job since he looked like he might explode at any moment.

You pull entirely off of him, letting his cock spring up as you look up at him.

“Toji?”

“Y-yeah, doll?”

“Can you fuck my throat? I’ll be good I promise. I won’t gag or anything. I-I wanted to do it before but they were never big enough. Please use me.”

He must have died and gone to heaven (or hell?) because he definitely didn’t mistake what you said. How did you have no gag reflex?? Even if you didn’t, he was huge. But now you’re sitting underneath him begging him to fuck your throat. How could he pass up on an offer of a lifetime? No women in the past could even take half of him, whether it be their pussy or their throat. Now here you were, nonchalantly bragging about your skills as he tries not to paint your face white just from hearing your request.

Before he can respond, you’re back to working on his shaft as you get a head start on the whole face-fucking request.

“Holy s-shit, what a fuckin’ filthy slut you are for me, y/n. Hah, if I would known you wanted me to, mmmngh, u-use you this bad, I woulda done it a l-long fuckin’ time ago.” He manages. He thinks he used the very last of his brain power saying that because he was so much closer to cumming than he had previously estimated.

You moan at his words, the vibrations stimulating his cock in a way he had never had the pleasure of experiencing before. You release your hold on his thighs as you feel him grab a handful of your hair. He places his other hand on the back of your head, and he slowly starts thrusting.

“Good god, woman, where’d ya’ learn to do this?” He thinks out loud as he strokes his length down your throat. He swore everytime he thrusted all the way in, you swallowed around him. You didn’t know if it was instinct or not at this point, but with the groans and whimpers coming from the man above you, you definitely weren’t going to stop.

You felt tears run down your face as Toji absolutely abused your throat. The sight of him using you solely for his pleasure had your cunt dripping. You started moaning around him with each thrust, unable to control how good this was making you feel, too. You reach down to play with your clit, still so sensitive from the orgasms he gave you earlier.

“Yeah, play with that clit while I use you. God, thank you y/n. You’re doing s-so fucking perfect, makin’ me feel so good. M’not gonna last, doll, l-let me go a little harder so I can empty my balls on that pretty face, okay?”

You can’t believe his admission, and you attempt to response with a muffled ‘mmm’. You had hoped you were doing well, and his behavior would make you think so, but you still doubted your abilities. You reach your other hand up to massage his heavy balls as you urge him to reach his climax.

“Oh fuck, k-keep doing that, m’gonna fuckin’ cum y/n,” You were doing wonders on his dick, and you were now pushing your head to his pelvis to bring him to his orgasm.

He was moments away from his release as he spits out, “Take a-a deep breath for me, babe.” With one final thrust, he pushes into your throat so hard, shoving your head into the wall behind you. His hands were long gone off your head, and he brings his left hand down to wrap around your throat. He swore he could feel his cock pulsing through your throat. He takes his right hand, and being the mean bastard he was, he plugs your nose as he shoots his hot, thick load down your throat.

Your eyes were bugging out of your head as Toji effectively cut off your air supply while he came. You were no stranger to a little breath play, but this took you off guard. Your hands shoot up to his thighs as you feel every muscle of his clench and release. You relished in the feeling of him having total control over your body as he came down your throat. He releases you as he slides his length out of your throat. You swallow and gasp, not realizing how long he had cut off your airway for. You had tears running down your cheeks (and thighs) as you look up at him and thank him.

“You’re welcome doll, heh,” he laughs, crouching down to meet your eyes, “You milked my cock so good f’me. Open up, lemme see how good of a girl you are.”

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out. He grabs your face and kisses you immediately, groaning into your mouth at the sight. You feel his big hands reach behind you, kneading your ass as he picks you up. You squeak as you wrap your legs and arms around him, trying not to fall. He picked you up like you didn’t weigh a thing, although his legs were trembling and he’d be damned if he let you figure that out.

He turns around, still kissing you as he lays you down on the bed.

“Gimme a minute, shit. Wanna fuck you right and I’m fucking spent.”

You smile up at him, “S’okay, Toji. I can wait as long as you need. It shouldn’t take to long right, old man?” You say, unable to help the giggle that escaped your lips. Toji grabs his length, running himself up and down your folds, getting ready to impale you on his cock.

“Watch it, brat. Keep getting smart with me and I won’t hold back. I’ll have you cryin’ on this dick, pretty girl.”

You open your mouth to respond to let him know you wouldn’t mind crying for him if it meant he’d finally fuck you, until you both hear a noise coming from outside. He looks at you as if he’d seen a ghost.

Was that the fucking garage door?

You two had been at it long enough that the sun had set long ago, and your dad’s fishing trip had come to an end.

You and Toji both scramble to your feet, running to grab a change of clothes.

“Shit, hurry the fuck up. I’m supposed to be at work already, goddammit.”

You yank open your dresser drawers, looking for a shirt and some shorts. You look back to see Toji throwing his shirt over his head.

“Toji your fucking shirt is backwards and inside out!”

He looks down and rips his shirt back off, turning it around before he put it on again.

“What’d I tell you about that language, pretty girl?”

You throw your clothes on, telling him now isn’t the best time. You run to find your phone, only to see your dad had called you, and him and your brother had texted you an hour ago letting you know they were headed home. You were lucky they stopped for food on the way back or you two would have been in deep shit.

Toji pulls his sweats back up, cursing at the wet patch still on the front of them.

“Look I gotta leave for work, just act like you’re asleep or some shit. Don’t tell him anything, or it’s gonna be real bad for the both of us.”

“Okay, yeah — wait, why would I tell him anything, are you crazy?” You ask and you throw your blanket and pillows back on the bed before you climb into it.

“For you I might be, girl,” he mumbles, barely audible as he reaches for the doorknob.

“Wait, Toji? Thanks, I-I guess.”

He doesn’t even look back at you as he opens the door and mutters a ‘yeah’ before he disappears into the darkness of the hallway. You close your eyes, trying to convince yourself and your body that you were ‘asleep’ instead of out of breath, worried, and incredibly turned on still.

You heard the back door open and who you assumed to be your dad and your brother walking in.

You can hear Toji faintly. ‘Hey man, sorry I gotta run, m’late for work.’

‘I thought you were home a while ago, everything okay?’

‘Yeah, I was uh, taking a nap and time got away from me. I won’t be back ‘til late tonight.’

‘Sure, yeah be safe.’ You can hear them sitting down their fishing supplies somewhere in the kitchen as you hear your name being mentioned.

‘Oh, hey you seen y/n since you been back? I picked her up some food.’

He felt his face turn red as his best friend said your name. ‘Uh, n-no, she might be asleep or something, haven’t heard shit outta her.’

You try not to scream as you turn around in the bed, trying your best to hide your face under the covers. You hear the garage door open and close again, signaling that Toji made it out of the house unscathed. You hear footsteps approaching from the hallway. Just play it cool, you’re fucking asleep dude.

There was a light tap on the door.

“Y/n? Toji said you might be asleep, I gotcha some food on the way back.”

Of course he was opening the door. You try to steady your breathing. He falls for the facade easily enough, and you hear him sit the bag of food on your dresser.

‘Smells funny in here, hm’ he says as he lights one of your many candles. Great. Your dad was gullible but he wasn’t born yesterday. He was a good dad, but sometimes he failed at putting two and two together.

You hear him scrounge through your room, was he looking for something? You try to stay calm as you hear a phone begin to vibrate on the floor. Your phone was currently in your hand, so was that-

“Toji’s phone, huh? What’s this doing in here? Damn, has he left yet?” You hear him say. He picked up a towel on the floor that was covering Toji’s phone and your skimpy black bikini. Nice. Could it be anymore obvious?

Your dad leaves the room and you hear him ask your brother if Toji had left. You let out a breath you had been holding for what felt like hours. After what just went down, maybe sleep was your best bet at staying sane. You grab your headphones and shove them in your ears, turning your music up to drown out your thoughts.

You hear a familiar ‘ping!’ as you get a text from an unknown number. You didn’t recognize the area code either. But there was no mistaking who it came from.

‘Don’t think I’m letting u off the hook, doll. I’ve still gotta see if it’ll fit.’

You read the message with wide eyes, opting to leave him on read. Did he have two phones or something? Think logically here, maybe one of them was his work phone. Or for all his other bitches. You felt like you needed time to process the events of the last few hours before you responded. You clicked the lock button on your phone and closed your eyes once more.

ping!

‘See, I don’t think it will. But I want u to prove me wrong, okay? Want you to be good for me again if you’ll have me.’

Was this his manly way of asking for your consent? It was kind of cute, you admit.

You decide to respond before turning your phone off for the night.

‘We’ll just have to see, won’t we?’

pt. 6

@scorpiosugar hehehe

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Heeyyy, if u take requests and your alright with it, may I request eddie and venom x reader (established relationship) smut? Whatever it is can be up to you.

~Pleasure Beyond Pleasure~

Pairing: Reader x Venom & Eddie

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: alright got lots to cover; oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, tentacle fucking, DP, anal, creampie, overstimulation, there's some praise kink in there- there's like... suspension??? unprotected sex (be safe they're stealing rights out here), squirting, nipple play, there's so much going on omg

Genre: Smut- as requested, some fluff in there too (bc aftercare is SO important)

Summary: Venom stumbles upon something that makes him want to show you another side of him.

A/N: This ask gave me so much leeway??? I hope you like what I came up with????? :D

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You hear the apartment door swing open as you're pulling on one of your boyfriend's hoodies, it's not cold you just like to wear his clothes and now that you live together you take full advantage of that.

"Babe? I'm back with food! Where'd ya go?" Eddie shouts as he shuts the door behind him.

"Stealing your clothes!" You call back as you walk out of his room to meet him.

"Hello, gorgeous." Eddie says pulling you towards him with an arm around your waist.

"You saw me like twenty minutes ago." You laugh.

"Any time is far too long away from you." He winks kissing you dizzyingly before going into the kitchen.

"Well we live together Eddie, you'll have plenty of time with me." You hum. You and Eddie recently moved into a two bedroom apartment together and so far it's been pretty much perfect.

"Will be utilizing that. What do you want to drink baby?" He asks, sticking his head in the fridge.

"Do we have any more fruit punch?" You ask.

"Yeah, you know V wanted me to buy like 5 of them when I was grocery shopping the other day."

"What? Why?" You laugh grabbing the bag of takeout and walking it over to the coffee table in the living room. You take out the two containers in the bag and figure out which one is yours while Eddie pours your juice for you.

"Well because it's your favorite and he was adamant that we should never run out."

"You explained to him that it's not that serious right?" You ask.

"Of course I did." He scoffs kissing the top of your head as he joins you on the couch. "He still made me grab an extra one so- that's in the pantry." Eddie says and you laugh.

"What a cutie." You hum. "You fed him, right?"

"Yeah, he had like 5 chocolate bars on the way to get food."

"Alright, dinner time then." You say grabbing the TV remote to put on the show you and Eddie are currently binging. This is your nightly routine, you have dinner together while watching a show and catching each other up on your respective days. You both find that it's the perfect way to wind down at the end of the day. When the food is finished Eddie stands to clear your plates so you pause the show.

"Oh, Eddie can you grab my phone charger from my room, please? Should be by the side table." You tell him.

"Yeah sure." He darts down the hall into your room but it's not Eddie that returns.

"CHOCOLATE DROP!" Venom says.

"Oh hey V, was wondering when you'd make an appearance."

"EDDIE SAYS YOU'LL NEED TO ADJUST TO LIVING WITH US- ME BEING AROUND ALL THE TIME."

"Aw no, you know I love you Venom." You frown a bit, reaching up to pat his smooth cheek. Eddie wasn't exactly shy about his unusual situation- he told you about Venom relatively early, a few months after you made things official but it wasn't until after you'd been together over a year that you actually met Venom. After a year, you think you're quite used to him even if you've only moved in with the duo a couple of weeks ago.

"I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU." Venom announces.

"Shoot."

"WHAT IS THIS?" He asks holding up your sparkly purple vibrator.

"I sent yall in there for a phone charger and that's what you came back with?" You laugh.

"I tried to stop him. He does not listen." Eddie reappears but Venom's head pokes out from behind him, still holding your toy.

"It's a vibrator Venom." You tell him.

"A VIBRATOR?" His head tilts curiously.

"Here give it to me." You hold out your hand and he drops the toy onto it. You turn on the toy and grab his- tentacle that was holding the toy- pressing it gently to the appendage.

"OH. STRANGE." Venom concludes.

"Yes, sort of. On certain parts of the body, it's very stimulating. You can use it to have an orgasm." You explain turning off the toy.

"IS EDDIE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DO THAT?" Venom's eyes squint in confusion.

"Venom!?" Eddie's tone is incredulous as you break into giggles at the question.

"Okay first of all V, I use it when I'm alone, I've never needed it to make an appearance in bed with Eddie." You explain through laughter.

"Yeah. Exactly." Eddie huffs.

"Secondly sweetie, and this is for both of you, toys in the bedroom are not an indicator of poor performance. They're a fun addition. Like how you enhance your host's capabilities Venom."

"I'M WAY BETTER THAN SOME NOISY PIECE OF PLASTIC." Venom says indignantly.

"You are so missing my point, big guy." You laugh. Eddie lets out a shocked sound that grabs your attention.

"What's wrong E?" You ask him with a concerned frown.

"Nothing." He shakes his head.

"Well what was that noise?" You ask.

"I may not be able to stop Venom from sharing his thoughts with me but I can kind of stop him from sharing them with you. Trust me you don't wanna know." Eddie says shifting slightly.

"What are you talking about? I'm more than capable of handling Venom." You scoff. Eddie's eyes screw shut for a moment while Venom grins wickedly.

"Venom what the hell are you doing?" You ask the alien directly.

"Don't answer that." Eddie snaps at him.

"No. Answer me." You say.

"I'M JUST SHOWING EDDIE ALL THE WAYS I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN SOME SILLY BUZZY STICK." Venom says.

"What?" You chuckle a bit at the phrasing.

"He is being absolutely vile in my head." Eddie huffs.

"YOU CAN PRETEND TO DISLIKE IT ALL YOU WANT EDDIE BUT DO NOT FORGET I AM YOU." Venom says.

"I am confused." You say.

"WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOW YOU WHAT I'VE SHOWN HIM?" Venom asks you.

"I dunno if I wanna be your host tonight V."

"That is not what he means." Eddie says.

"Well then stop being weird and tell me what he means."

"I CAN GIVE YOU MORE PLEASURE THAN ANY- VIBRATOR YOU COULD POSSIBLY OWN."

"Oh-" You breathe out, caught off guard by the promise in his words.

"WILL YOU LET ME?" He asks. You hesitate. You've taken things very slow when it comes to Venom. At least compared to Eddie. To be fair you didn't know about Venom at first and while you do care for the alien you're not always clear on how much your relationship with Eddie bleeds into his with Venom, although- it seems that as far as they're concerned it's one and the same.

"O-okay." You finally say. Now is as good a time as any to solidify your relationship with Venom in ways you've already done with Eddie.

"Are you sure? You don't even know what you're signing up for." Eddie scans your face, perhaps looking for some sign of reproach.

"I'm sure. I trust you. Both of you." You nod.

"GOOD." Two, three, four tentacles slither out from- Eddie's back you suppose, and wrap around you, pulling you off the couch and towards him.

"I should warn you the tentacles are a bit... unpredictable. They can change shape and size according to what they're being used for and they have a tendency to- wander without warning." Eddie tells you, not before one of the tentacles slides under your- Eddie's hoodie, and up your stomach.

"Oh." You gasp at the cool feeling against your bare skin but you can't react beyond that before Venom is leaning over to kiss you. You feel Eddie's hands settle on your waist while Venom's tongue explores your mouth fiercely. Tentacles tug your shorts and underwear down quicker than you can process.

"You'll be a bit rag-dolled for a while, the uh- tentacles will position you however we need." Eddie says once Venom has ended your kiss. Tentacles pull the hoodie over your head and you're now bare in front of two pairs of eyes that take a few moments just to drink you in before those tentacles begin moving again. Two of them wrap around your breasts, the tips toying with your nipples, while another slips between your legs circling your clit.

"SO PRETTY." Venom hums as your body bows and bends from his touch. "I'M GOING TO RUIN YOU."

"Oh god." You whimper as his tentacle against your clit seems to split, teasing your entrance while still rolling your clit in maddening circles.

"I love your little sounds so much." Eddie says gently tugging your chin so you'll look at him. When your legs start to wobble beneath you from the pleasure building like a fire in your veins, tentacles raise you entirely off the ground, holding you in the air on your back, legs spread wide enough for Venom and Eddie to watch as a tentacle shallow fucks your hole. You squirm in Venom's hold, and while the tentacles allow your body to thrash they certainly give no leeway for your position.

"F-fuck I'm close. I'm close I-" Your desperate whines are stopped abruptly when another appendage makes itself at home between your lips. A tentacle fucks into your throat in time with the one stretching your pussy and you can only moan around it as your hips search for more.

"YOUR MOUTH FEELS AS GOOD AS YOUR PUSSY DOES." Venom grunts.

"You look so gorgeous all stuffed baby. Letting Venom turn you into a fuckdoll like this- our beautiful dirty little slut." Eddie coos at you. You whine at his words although it's garbled by the large tentacle still filling your mouth.

"OH SHE LIKES THAT. BEING CALLED OUR LITTLE SLUT. BEING A FUCKDOLL. SHE LIKES IT A LOT. SHE'S SQUEEZING ME REALLY TIGHT." Venom tells Eddie.

"I bet she is. You should see what happens when you make her cum V- it's like a vice grip." Eddie says. Venom's eyes light up as he focuses on pulling you over the edge, the tentacle against your clit rubs faster, harder, deadlier- you barely have time to prepare for it when your orgasm hits you. It's sudden and strong enough that you're practically screaming around Venom's tentacle in your mouth as your body shakes from the force of it.

"SO- TIGHT." Venom growls.

"Told ya." Eddie muses. Still recovering, you barely register the tentacles that hold you in place moving you until Venom's tongue is lapping at your core feverishly. Sensitive from the orgasm you just had, your moans are more like high-pitched squeals as overstimulation fights against the onslaught of pleasure Venom is giving you. You can't stop shaking as he eats you out, his tongue is long and thick, fucking you as harshly as his tentacles just did with ease. He explores your insides noisily, slurping and humming his approval at your taste. Tongue not leaving you, he flips you in the air so you're facing the floor several feet above it. Eddie stares up at your pleasure-squeezed face as Venom brings you to your second orgasm, your body thrashing as it comes.

"Still with us pretty girl?" Eddie asks you. When your eyes open, you've moved again. You're at eye level with Eddie, facing him, tentacles hold your legs wide open on either side of his waist.

"Still with you." You pant.

"Good." He caresses your cheek so sweetly in contrast to how Venom has been manhandling you for the past- who knows how long. The tender moment doesn't last long though as tentacles impale you on Eddie's dick seconds later and your back arches as you moan at the intrusion.

"Oh Fuck." You let out. A tentacle around your waist seems to be primarily responsible for this but you're sure several are working together as Venom moves you up and down Eddie's length with ease. Eddie's a mess of curses and groans letting himself get lost in the feeling of your warmth since Venom is doing all the work.

"I WANT ALL OF YOU CHOCOLATE DROP." Venom says.

"God! Take it Venom. Take all of me. It's yours, both of yours. Holy fuck. Please." You pant out through moans. A tentacle slides between your asscheeks, caressing your free hole much like a tongue would.

"EVEN HERE? YOU'LL LET ME TAKE HERE TOO?" Venom asks.

"YES! Yes please Venom! Oh my god!" You wail clinging to Eddie. That tentacle slowly breaches your asshole and the whine you let out at being so full is music to both of their ears.

"Fuck- we'll have to double fuck you more often if that's how you react princess." Eddie groans.

"Oh yes, please. Please do it more. Fill all my holes." You moan.

"PERFECT. YOU ARE THE PERFECT SLUT." Venom tells you stuffing your mouth with a tentacle once again. It's becoming entirely too much to keep track of, being fucked on Eddie's dick, Venom filling your ass and mouth, tentacles sliding over any free patch of skin they can find, the pleasure you're feeling is nothing short of overwhelming. A tentacle sliding between you and Eddie to toy with your swollen clit pushes you practically into delirium. You're a nonstop stream of high-pitched whines and moans stifled only by the tentacle you're choking on, your body is trembling and spasming as another orgasm hits you, this one squirting all over Eddie and you and your living room floor but Venom doesn't stop. He splits the tentacle fucking your ass now stuffing the hole twice as full, he brings another tentacle to join Eddie's dick in your puffy swollen cunt, he keeps fucking your throat, toying with your nipples, rolling your clit in tight circles. You're so full, so overstimulated, that you're certain you're going to pass out, you can't do anything except scream and moan and thrash and take it. Take everything he's giving you. Take every tentacle he's stuffing you with. Take every orgasm he's forcing you to have. He takes three more from you and even forces two from Eddie before his tentacles finally slow. When his release joins the mess of yours everywhere you feel absolutely drowned in cum.

"V- that was way too much." Eddie pants out. He's in much better shape than you are though also exhausted. You can't even open your eyes as you listen to them speak. You think you're moving but you're floating so far away from here you can't say for sure.

"I DIDN'T KILL HER." Venom says.

"Well yeah but- she's not gonna let you touch her for at least a few days now." Eddie warns him. Water's running.

"I SAID I WOULD RUIN HER!"

"You passed ruining her after like 4 orgasms V." Eddie sighs. "You do everything so to the extreme."

"YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS PLANNING."

"I thought you'd take it easy on her as you've never even been with her before man." Warm. You're surrounded by warmth. A bath you think, though you still can't open your eyes to check. The wall of heat behind you tells you Eddie's in with you.

"I HAD TO SHOW HER I WAS BETTER THAN THAT PIECE OF PLASTIC."

"You're so competitive." Eddie chuckles.

"WELL YES. WHY SHOULD SHE NEED THAT IF SHE HAS US?"

"When she wakes up and tells you not to come near her for two weeks I don't want to hear any complaints."

"TWO WEEKS?!"

You stop listening at that point, your body finally feeling like you're fully back inside it. Everything is heavy, you were floating before now you're made of lead. You still feel weightless but as in the way an anchor floating to the bottom of the ocean would feel weightless. Moments pass and you're eventually removed from the blanket of warmth you were just in. Before you can vocalize your protest you're wrapped again in something fluffy. A towel. You're really trying hard to keep track of what's happening as you're moved again, this time dropped eventually in a bed.

"Cuddles." You barely manage to mumble the word out but it seems your boyfriend gets the hint and you feel the bed dip beside you and his arms pull you into his side. You finally settle completely, letting sleep pull you in with one final thought; with these two things will never be boring.

***

[b1mbodoll]

gabi ‘m having thoughts about fairy!leehan. idk much abt fairy traps n things in the forest, jus’ that leehan would do whatever it takes to lure u into his realm so he can keep u forever and ever :( gets obsessed the moment he sees you out on a walk, twitches in his pants when you stray too close to his realm, dribbles pre all over his closed fist when you see the berries he enchanted just for you! he thinks you’re so naive :( anything could happen to you on these little strolls you take, you should be thanking him for always watching over you, protecting you. ur curiosity gets the better of you after passing his berry bush one too many times and u try one after an extensive google search to identity them. leehan grips his base to stop himself cumming seeing that juice staining your lips :( when the berries make you fall asleep, bind you to his realm and make you alllllll his, he carries you home. slicks his fingers up with honey and plays with every hole he can find, hooking his fingers behind the gummy insides of your cheeks, pinching and playing with your soft folds ‘til they slick up with something so sweet he wants to bottle it. gropes painfully hard to satisfy himself with the marks his rough touch leaves, abuses your skin with dark, blotchy bruises and drools all over you. jus’ imagine waking up covered in his spit and cum, all marked up by him :(( it’s all over your cheeks and eyelids, pooling in your belly button and every little divot in your pliant body leehan could find :( your nipples are so sore from his sharp teeth and he’s slobbering over your sensitive clit with his fingers curling experimentally in both holes :((( i don’t even know WHERE this idea came from but it’s haunting me it’s so hot and messy thinking abt being his little pet, having no choice but to let him experiment with your body while you sniffle and blubber about being stuck on his realm! jus’ imagine begging him to tell you how to leave and he looks up at you from between your thighs wide eyed n’ tells you maybe he’ll think about letting you go if you let him stick his cock into ur soft slick mouth and swallow his cum like a good little pet :(

pairings: leehan x f! reader

warnings: fairy! leehan + foodplay (the berry thing got me) + fingering + oral + squirting + somnophilia + monsterfucking (just in case)

💌: i think i’m going to pass out.. this is so delicious ‘m drooling

leehan’s cock throbs as he eyes the berry juice dribbling from your lips and down your chin, it stains your skin and the way your tongue darts out to lick the spillage makes him groan, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as lust clouds his mind.

it isn’t long before the enchantment takes its toll on your body; you grow sleepier, passing out soon after eating a handful of them and that’s when he makes his way over, admiring your beauty before taking advantage of the situation. he strips you of your clothing and it takes everything in him not to fuck into you immediately, it’s almost as if your wet cunt has him in a trance but he snaps out of it, wanting to use your body to play out his fantasies.

leehan kisses and licks your lips, moaning when the taste of sweet berries fills his mouth. he trails his tongue over your throat, stopping to suck hickeys onto the soft skin and he preens at the marks left behind, claiming you in his own way.

he kisses down your body, taking his time when he reaches your breasts, one of your nipples in his mouth as his fingers twist and pull the other, even palming your tit when he gets overwhelmed at the feeling. he’s never had the opportunity to touch a human like this and he’ll be damned if he doesnt explore every inch of your body.

the fairy grabs one of the fruits and bites into it, allowing for its juices to drip onto your pussy; drool slips from his mouth as well, a mixture of juice and spit making a mess of your hole.

he presses the berry against your folds, pushing and dragging it to spread the sweetness over your pretty cunt, eager to find out how you’d taste. lithe fingers make their way into your empty hole, coated in the wetness and leehan curls them inside of you, manipulating your body however he pleases.

the feeling of your walls clamping down on the digits is enough to drive leehan crazy, pulling them out and bringing them up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers of your arousal and you taste better than he could’ve ever imagined, swiping his tongue from knuckle to fingertip, savoring the flavor.

he grunts in annoyance when his fingers are free of the remnants, spreading your hole before eating you out; his nose bumps your clit as he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, tongue delving between your folds and slurping audibly to collect every bit of your mixed juices as he can.

despite being unconscious, your body reacts on its own; the pleasure causing you to subconsciously tighten your thighs and clench around his tongue. you whine softly as moans escape leehan and the vibrations are felt on your clit, sleepily tossing and turning the closer you get to your orgasm.

leehan thinks there’s absolutely no way he could ever set you free; not after tasting your cunt mixed with the berry. the taste on his fingers is nothing compared to the one straight from the source and his eagerness to make you cum sends you tumbling over the edge, your release painting his pretty face when you squirt for him.

hm, seems like you’d the perfect human pet after all.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Her sweet peach

Roronoa Zoro x reader. NSFW! (moodboard)

This fic is the second in a trilogy that also includes His fourth sword and Their shared bliss.

*****

Peaches have long been your favourite fruit, ever since you begged your mother to buy one every time you accompanied at the market, to eat on the way home; the juicy, sweet taste filling your senses is still one of your life's small pleasures, enough to elicit a smile even in your darkest days.

Which is why you have been so happy to discover that the small, peaceful island your crew has just docked at is a horticulture centre, the favourable climate allowing the growing of a great number of fruits among which bananas, apples, plums… and peaches. 

The sun is shining, you’re free to enjoy an afternoon of rest since you’ve spent the morning helping Franky patch up the damages the Sunny had suffered after your last battle, and you have visited the nearby village to buy a few of the largest peaches you have ever seen.

This is living, you happily think to yourself as, clad in your favourite bikini, you lie on a beach chair, your sunglasses protecting your eyes from the sun’s rays. You're the only one among your friends who has chosen to spend the afternoon sunbathing on the deck, while the others take care of the ship or find other ways to occupy their time, which is why you expect to remain alone…

… until the sound of heavy footsteps, and the familiar clink of metal touching skin -specifically, of swords in their sheaths gently bumping against the leg of the man who carries them- announces the arrival of the person you have been thinking about more and more often, and deeply, over the last few weeks. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, Zoro.” you answer happily as you take off your sunglasses to observe, and admire, the tall figure of the swordsman now standing near your chair “Finished your training for the day?”

He nods, sweat glistening on his chest and shoulders; naked to the waist he's even a more attractive sight than usual, which is saying something, especially for someone who, like you, has had two months to appreciate Zoro’s beauty up close. 

You propose to take another chair so that the two of you can sunbathe together, but Zoro shakes his head, and sits on a corner of your chair, content in your company just like you are in his. You share a smile, not bothering to speak to express what you’re both thinking about. 

“You bought something at the market?” he asks, noticing the brown paper bag placed on the deck near you, from which you are picking a new fruit to enjoy; at this rate you’ll spoil your appetite for dinner, but you’re confident Sanji will forgive you.

“I did! These peaches are really delicious. Do you want one?”

Zoro smiles, amused by your enthusiasm; he has taken advantage of the closeness to start caressing your calf, the touch of his calloused hand moving up and down your skin both gentle and possessive. “Let’s share one.”

You do, taking turns in biting into the soft, fuzzy surface, until only the central stone remains and juice has dampened your fingers. “Wasn’t it good? I’ll have to go buy some more before we sail, they’ll last longer if I keep them in the fridge…”

“It was really good.” Zoro admits “Of course, I know an even better one.”

“Sorry?”

“I know of a peach that is sweeter and juicier than any other - than any other thing, really. I’ve never tasted it, but I just know it is delicious.”

You blink, staring at Zoro’s completely serious, even solemn, expression as you struggle to comprehend the meaning of his words. “What are you talking about? The seller at the market assured me this is the sweetest sort among the many cultivated here on the island.”

“I’m not talking about a variety of fruit; it’s a single, very special peach.”

“I… I don’t understand…”

But you should, after two months spent fooling around, one going on dates every time your ship docked at a new island or town, and exactly thirty-one days after the one you got to taste Zoro’s fourth sword for the first time. Yes, all things considered you should have expected this would happen, and that Zoro would find a way to settle the score between the two of you.

But no matter how clueless you are, this is the sort of surprise you can’t help but appreciate.

“You want me to show you?”

“I… guess so…” you answer, still confused -how can a particularly sweet, single peach exist? Even if such a distinction made sense, one should have to eat the fruit to judge it- and you see Zoro grin, the satisfied glint in his eyes expressing that he managed to get you exactly where he wanted you to be.

“Right…”

He moves slowly, with the sinuous and deliberate grace of a panther approaching his prey, as he stretches over you, swinging a leg over the beach chair and then resting his hands on the sides of the backrest. Soon his face is close enough to yours you’re breathing the same air, and there’s something in Zoro’s eyes, and in his smile, that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Zoro…”

“Let me taste you.” he murmurs, and a moment later he has pressed his lips to yours. 

You kiss avidly for a couple of minutes, but when you raise your hands to touch Zoro’s hair and face, he gently but resolutely moves them away. “Let me.” he mumbles, and a moment later you can feel his tongue caressing yours; you let him, pleasantly dizzy, but a sudden noise coming from underdeck makes you jump. “Wait…”

“Shh…” he murmurs, as his mouth descends towards your neck; you feel him gently bite the soft skin. His right hand descends on your body to cup your bikini-covered breast, the pad of his thumb gently stimulating your already hard nipple through the fabric. 

A moan erupts from your throat. Oh, God…! “Zoro, we can’t…”

“I say we can.”

“But the others… we’re on the deck, anyone could see…”

The island’s little port is empty, but Luffy and the others are nearby, busy working on the ship or going about their own business but free to step on deck any moment, through a door that is only a few steps to your right. You and Zoro have kept your relationship secret until now, mostly because you both feel the matter only concerns the two of you rather that the whole crew, and while you have nothing against telling your friends, you want to do it while you’re all gathered around the dinner table, not being surprised while you and Zoro make out. You should stop, and take this to one of the cabins like you’ve done so many times over the last two months…

“Zoro, please… we are completely in the open…” you murmur, sounding less urgent and resolved than you wish you did; Zoro knows neck kisses are your weak spot, and he’s mercilessly exploiting that knowledge against you… who, in turn, are starting to think that maybe it’s alright to take a few minutes for yourself, since the chance of being caught is after all negligible if you make it quick. You moan softly, the sweet torture of Zoro’s lips, teeth and tongue eliciting goosebumps on your skin as his hand caresses your chest; if he carries on like this he’ll suck a lovebite on your neck, which will be a pain to hide, but you can manage, and since the deck is silent you’ll allow yourself to enjoy this for a minute more… only a minute more…

… and then Zoro’s hand quickly pulls your bikini bra down, exposing your chest.

You jump - literally. “Zoro…!”

“God, you look so good…” 

“Zoro, we can’t… what has gotten into you?” you hiss, bewildered; he grins in response, his gaze unashamedly revelling in the sight in front of him. “As I said, I’m going to show you the sweetest peach in the world.” he explains “And you did say I had to return the favour, right?”

“... what?”

“That day in my cabin. When you… took care of my fourth sword.”

Despite his position of power, Zoro can’t help blushing as he mentions the moment you shared a month ago; the memory elicits a smile on your lips, followed by a surge of panic once his intentions finally become clear.

“You… you want to do it now? Here?”

“Well, I am in your debt, aren’t I? You said it yourself.” Zoro points out, his eyes still trained on your chest; it’s a sight he already had the chance to admire several times, but the naked, unashamed desire in his gaze is no less intense, and you have to admit it, it doesn’t leave you indifferent. At all “And there’s no time like the present, like they say.”

“I know, but… we could go under deck, make sure no one sees us…”

“No one can see us now. Now let me take care of you…”

He’s not forcing you to do anything, you are well aware; you could easily fix your bra, stand and walk away, either holding Zoro’s hand to find a safer place somewhere on the ship or on your own, after telling him you don’t feel comfortable with what he’s proposing and you’d rather wait for a more appropriate occasion.

You could do it; despite his enormous strength and occasional lack of social graces, Zoro is not a brute and would never pressure you to anything you’re not comfortable with; you know, and you love him for it, and remembering that you don’t want to be caught by one or more of your friends while you and Zoro fool around, especially not if you really end up doing what he’s suggesting, is harder and harder with any passing second…

What he is suggesting. God, you can feel your heart pounding at the mere thought.

You don’t openly say go on, but Zoro must see he has overcome your objections, because he grins and licks his lips in anticipation, like a man who sees an excellent meal served at his table… with the sole difference that in this case the thing he’s going to eat -or to eat out, as it happens- is not the delicious food Sanji prepares for the crew every day, but you. 

He kisses you again, deep and firm and passionate, intense like most of what he does is; you share a look, and suddenly you are completely unable to speak.

“Scream if you want; I like it.” Zoro invites you, and a moment later he has lowered his face to your chest and captured your nipple between his lips.

You don’t scream. You moan, and pant, and are forced to press a hand to your lips, but you don’t scream, your voice literally caught in your throat as Zoro plays with your chest, kissing, biting, sucking as if today were the last day of his life. “You have amazing tits, you know?” he murmurs into your skin “I’ve thought about this; I’ve dreamt of seeing them bounce as you move above me.”

The image his words are evoking is enough to make your head spin. You have thought about it as well, plenty of times in fact, the growing intimacy between you and Zoro naturally leading you to imagine and look forward to the day you’ll finally take your relationship to the next level. The fact that he envisions it with you on top is more than a little titillating, but right now… right now all you can think about is Zoro making good on his promise, and you feeling the kisses he’s placing on your chest on an even more delicate part of your body. 

Moving cautiously, you slip a hand behind your back to unclasp your bra; Zoro allows you to take it off, and then smiles up at you, aware that he has completely silenced your protests. He moves to sit on the bottom edge of the beach chair in order to have both of his hands free, and unclasps his swords from his belt to delicately place them on the deck next to him. A moment later he’s bent over you once more, his hands squeezing your breasts as he rubs his face against them. 

You lift your -slightly trembling- hand to caress Zoro’s hair, and this time he lets you, smiling into your skin. “Relax now.” he murmurs, and then his kisses start descending down your abdomen, soft, delicate pecks that leave a trail of fire behind them, the movement agonizingly slow. Torn between the impulse of telling him to hurry up because you can’t wait and the desire to savour any moment like a piece of delicious fruit, you are holding your breath by the time he reaches the hem of your bikini panties, and then… Zoro stops.

He stops, and you can feel him hold his breath for a moment, which immediately transforms the unhappy surge of frustration in your chest into worry.

“Are you alright?” you murmur, propping yourself up on your elbow to meet Zoro’s gaze “You don’t have to do it, you know.”

“I do want to do it.” he assures you, unsure like you’ve never seen him “It’s just… I want this to be good for you; I don’t even know what I have to do.”

“You really don’t?”

“I mean… I know the theory; putting it in practice is a different matter.” 

You can’t help but smile. “Zoro… you need to stop considering this thing between us a test or something you need to prove yourself worthy of. Would you have gotten angry if I had seriously asked you to stop?”

“Of course not. It’s just…”

“Yes?”

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unsaid secrets and shames. You can feel heat pool in your belly, your body already screaming with anticipation for what Zoro has promised, but rather than hurrying him you sit up, so that you’re face to face.

“Just what?” you gently invite him “What is it that worries you so much?”

“I’m not worried! But I was thinking that…” Zoro rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze as he confesses: “That you might decide to do it with someone else. With Sanji, or with some guy you meet on some island we stop at. You know, someone who knows more about this than I do.”

“Zoro…”

“It’s stupid, I know; let me try, I’m sure I can do it…”

“Of course you can; and I wouldn’t mind either way.” you assure him, taking his face in your hands “Zoro… I like you. Very, very much, and I’m not going to stop being with you simply because… because of this, first of all because you could never disappoint me, and second because sex is only one of the many things of you I’m attracted to.”

You sigh, well aware that lust is no longer the only reason why you are blushing; it’s way too early for you and Zoro to be talking about feelings, which is something you feel difficult and embarrassing in the best of cases, but the last thing you want is for him to think he owes you or that you might start looking at other men because he doesn’t immediately become the perfect lover. The poor man is still a virgin, for God’s sake!

“Now would be a good moment to tell me you also really like me, Zoro.”

“Of-of course I like you. For more than sex, that is.”

“And you wouldn’t do what you do with me with any other woman?”

“Of course not.”

“Thank you.” you say, and smile as you lie back down on the chair “Now go on; take your time and listen to your intuition. Your body knows what to do already, even if your mind doesn’t.”

Zoro nods, finally relieved, and gets to work. You can’t take your eyes off him as he bends to kiss your stomach once more, and then your thighs, and then finally the centre of your pleasure, his kiss slow, lingering and almost lazy, that opens in a new smile when Zoro feels you tremble, your body already reacting to his passion.

“Lift.” he orders, and you comply, allowing him to hook his thumbs around the side of your panties, and then slide them down your legs.

You are now completely bare, naked as the day you were born, visible to any of your friends who might decide to step on the deck for whatever reason. You don’t think you could survive the shame, but right now all you can think and care about is Zoro, once more looming over you, almost fascinated as he admires your nudity.

“You are beautiful.” he murmurs, almost reverent, and you smile as you spread your legs, just enough to let him catch a glimpse of your wet, warm folds. 

“This is all for you.” you murmur “Please, Zoro, I need you; I need to feel you…”

He groans. “Fuck, (name)...”

You help him get comfortable with your heels resting on his thighs while Zoro leans forward and wraps his arms around your thighs; you share a last smile, and a moment later he’s kissing you for the first time, the warm touch of his mouth sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You tremble, his name leaving your lips in a whimper as his kisses multiply, sweet and worshipful, and a moment later you can feel his tongue on you, the slow, intense drag over your pubic hair sending a new jolt of pleasure through you. 

“You’re not… shaved.” Zoro murmurs, not breaking the contact so that you can feel his words reverberating against your skin.

“I’m not; is that… a problem?” you ask, a vein of uncertainty appearing in the sea of your pleasure; none of your previous partners complained, but you know Zoro shaves regularly, which might mean that he prefers his women equally hairless “I’m sorry, if you want I can…”

“It’s fine. No, I mean, it’s perfect.” he quickly reassures you; you can’t see his face from your position, but you can hear the smile in his voice “I like you the way you are.”

Those words, and the hidden meaning Zoro is perhaps slipping into them, touch you deeper than you expected them to. I like you as you are too, you’d like to say, and you’re about to, but then, as he keeps kissing your pubis to his heart’s content and his hands run up and down your thighs, Zoro’s tongue inadvertently brushes against your centre, the touch quick, almost absentminded, but enough to make you scream - a sudden, uncontrolled cry while Zoro is forced to quickly grab your legs once more to keep you still.

“Down, you…”

“Zoro, please…”

“Please what?” he asks, his handsome face suddenly peeking up between your legs; despite his lack of experience he knows you are at his mercy and is clearly proud of it “What do you want, (name)? Use your words.”

“You prat…” you mumble, but there’s no bite behind the insult, and you can’t help but smile “I know I told you to go slow, but…”

“... not too slow?”

“Exactly.”

“As you wish.” Zoro says, but nevertheless, when he dives back between your legs, it takes him a few more, agonizing minutes to actually reach the part of your body that desperately needs his attention. Completely naked under the sun, your muscles made tense by desire, you hold your breath, praying for a moment, just a moment of respite from the lust burning in your belly, but Zoro is determined to take his revenge for the sweet torture you inflicted on him four weeks ago, and by the time he finally takes pity on you you’re practically crying with desire, begging the swordsman to face-fuck you, now, otherwise you’ll lose your mind…

And Zoro finally does.

“Oh… you’re so wet…” he whispers, almost amazed; you can feel his voice vibrate against your clit, and your whole body has a new spasm.

“And whose fault is that?” you ask, or rather try to, because emotion has stuck your voice in your throat, and once again, you feel him grin. You whimper, because while you’ve always hated being manhandled as if you were an object, you can’t help feeling even more aroused now that Zoro is the one doing it; in a complete reversal of your positions a month ago, when you took care of his needs, he is now completely dominating you, your poor body completely at his mercy, surrendered and begging for a relief he could easily deny you.

Fortunately, he doesn’t.

“What a sweet little peach.” Zoro murmurs; he’s licking, almost lapping at your core with abandon, the completely lurid sound fueling your lust “You… taste so sweet… so juicy… hmm, (name), I want to lick you dry…”

The hand you have pressed to your mouth is not enough to stifle the symphony of moans, pants and cries Zoro’s tongue tears from your throat; he has taken your advice to let his instincts guide him to heart, and quickly learns how to give you pleasure without the need for further instruction. He is really treating your pussy as if it were a delicious fruit, savouring and tasting it, unashamedly pushing you to the brink as he holds your body close.

You can already feel pleasure mounting inside you, the lust only partially sated by his ministrations, and no matter how sweet it would be to just let go and find your relief, you want this to last, because, as you told Zoro that day in your cabin, the longer you’ll force yourself to resist, the more pleasant it will be once you finally come. 

You sigh his name, and a moment later, behind you, a door slams; Zoro tenses, and “No!” you cry “Don’t stop…”

He laughs. “Not so worried about being caught now, are we?”

“Not anymore, no.” you admit, by now beyond blushing “Rather, I-I have to admit… I wouldn’t mind that.”

Zoro groans. “Shit, (name)…”

Being seen right now, in the state you are, Zoro eating you out as if his life depended on it, one of your friends - no, the whole crew witnessing such an intimate moment… the mere thought makes you tremble, and not in fear and shame. You arch your back, pressing yourself against Zoro, as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. 

“More.” you urge him, your voice reduced to a growl. You have lost all control of yourself and you are proud, rather than embarrassed, of it; proud, and grateful, for the sweet, generous man who is giving everything he has to gift you a moment you will remember forever “Zoro, I want - I need more. Make me come. Darling, make me scream.”

Another groan - raw, deep, visceral, almost animalistic, as if the one taking care of your pleasure weren’t a clever, steadfast young man but an animal, a savage beast forced to an enormous strain in order to maintain at least a modicum of control as he ravishes you, just a step away from losing control, from giving in to his basest instincts to own you…

And then he stops again.

Light-headed as you are, it takes you a moment to realise it, to feel the absence of Zoro’s kisses on your core, and then you frown, disappointed but not worried, thinking that maybe he just needed a moment to catch his breath or clean his face.

But then the seconds pass, and nothing happens; Zoro is still holding you by the legs, unmoving, his face still inches away while the tide inside you stills, unable to mount to its release. You are painfully, desperately stretched, muscles tense towards a liberatory reward the man in front of you could easily give but that you can’t reach without him; still lying, you roll your hips, hoping to cover the brief distance between you, but you can’t, Zoro’s hands still keeping you in place.

You lift yourself on your elbow, finally meeting his eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” you ask, hoping to sound less frustrated than you are. You are almost there, dammit!

“Yeah, I’m good. I was just thinking…”

Zoro bites his lip; he’d have any reason to feel smug, but suddenly uncertainty is colouring his face. You can see traces of your fluid on his lips, a sight that has your hips spasm.

His mouth is no longer enough, you decide on that moment, no matter how sweet and passionate his kisses. You need more, more of him, all of him, body and heart and soul, like you need to give him yours - and you will soon, you are pretty confident Zoro would be glad to agree, but now you just need a minute more… you need to come, you need it desperately, otherwise you don’t know what will become of you…

“... are we a thing now?”

“... what?!”

“You said you don’t want to do this with anyone but me, and I don’t want anyone but you either.” Zoro reminds you; he’s focused on your conversation but otherwise perfectly calm and in control, as if he couldn’t care less about the poor, needy woman lying in front of him, out of her mind with lust and desperately needing to be fucked “Does this mean we are a couple? You know, since we’re exclusive… and we’ve been seeing each other for a while…”

“...”

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want… or if you need to think about it…”

“It’s not that.” you reassure him, amused despite your exasperation “You could have found a better moment to discuss it, that’s all; one doesn’t normally stop to talk while they’re in the middle of this. Zoro, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“Oh! Uhm…” Zoro blinks, sincerely taken aback “Sorry, I didn’t think… I’ll finish now…”

“That would be nice, thank you. And Zoro?”

“Yes?”

You smile; you can’t help it. “And I’d love for us to be a couple.”

“... really?”

“Of course. The exclusive sort, of course.”

Zoro bites his lip, as if suddenly aware of his lack of timing and of the absurdity of the situation, but then he smiles, his eyes expressing all the joy he’s unable to voice. “That’s… good.”

“Very good, yes. Now would you mind making me come?”

Zoro hurries to nod, and then his face disappears between your legs once more; his new attack is immediately fiery, relentless even, as he quickly picks up the pace he had built until a moment ago, as if determined to make up for lost time. Relief fills you as your body finally finds the escape it was craving for; it feels like holding your breath for hours and then filling your lungs with clean, fresh air.

“I-I’m close.” you stammer, once more close to your breaking point; it’s never been like this for you, so intense, sweet and devoted despite its ardor, as if Zoro were channelling all his strength and his indomitable will, not against a foe or to fight for his life, but to give you pleasure, and to be a good partner for you “I’m almost… Zoro…”

He doesn’t answer, but he moans, and then does something so indescribably lurid with his tongue, that it pushes you over the brink; the tether inside you snaps, and then you’re coming, Zoro’s hands keeping you still as he eats you out, ravenous, passionate, hungry for you, for your sweet peach, angry and jealous enough he wants it, and you, all to himself.

You’ve got nothing against that, and you vow to make sure he knows it soon; your scream of pure pleasure fills the air as your body trembles, your nails digging into the flesh of Zoro’s shoulders keeping you from being swept away. 

Your orgasm is long, intense and absolutely sublime; he guides you through it, prolonging your pleasure as much as he can and then gently lowering your legs to the chair as you try to catch your breath. He places a last, sweet kiss on your belly and then stands -carefully; his legs look a bit wobbly- to come kneel again by your side.

“Are you alright?”

For a full minute all you can do is nod, and smile broadly. “I’m fine. And it was amazing, Zoro; thank you.”

“A-are you sure? I wasn’t sure… and then I stopped, like an idiot…”

You silence him with a finger to his lips; then you change your mind, and do it with your mouth, feeling pleasantly numb and yet wanting more. More of this; more of him. “It was perfect; you clearly are naturally talented in more than just swordsmanship.” you reassure him “Was it nice for you?”

“Very. I… I can't wait to do it again.” 

“And we will. And tonight we can look at the stars in the crow’s nest.”

“Sounds nice. We can drink the sakè we bought on the last island.”

It's nothing you haven’t done a thousand times already, but a large smile blossoms on your lips. “Yeah, fine.”

Zoro grins. He's been doing it more and more often recently, at least while the two of you are together; you had never noticed how lovely his smiles can be. “As I thought, you taste better than any peach in the world.”

“Well, thank you…”

You should probably cover yourself, since you're still naked and in plain sight, but you don't, and you don't care. Zoro rests his forehead against yours, and for a minute you remain still, enjoying the intimacy of a shared breath.

“So… it's official.” you comment after a while, feeling… not exactly shy, but a little trepidant “You're still in time to change your mind.”

“Why should I? I asked you, after all.”

“I know, but…”

“But nothing; I, err, don't really know what it means to be a b-boyfriend, but I promise I'll do my best.”

“Your best is enough.” you reassure him, and smile “And if not, once again, I can teach you.”

Zoro frowns. “Can you? How many other boyfriends have you had?”

“That's not what I meant, you dummy…”

You share a smile, laughing softly as your lips meet in the middle. 

[viviennevermillion]

late night snack

✧ synopsis: you find your hungry captain in the ship's kitchen at 1am. you decide to have mercy on him and make him a meal.

✧ contains: luffy x gn!reader, ambiguous relationship (bc honestly luffy is so aroace-coded to me), cuddles, cooking as a bonding experience, 2.1k words

✧ now playing: johnny boy (instrumental) — santiano

✧ warnings: none

"Luffy, I'm almost too afraid to ask, but what exactly is it you're trying to do?"

It was the dead of the night and you originally just planned to make a quick trip to the kitchen and back for a glass of juice. After all, everyone was already sleeping and there were no disturbances in sight. Considering the plethora of instances that had you running away from marines or getting into fights with other pirates, that was a blessing to be fully taken advantage off. So you were looking forward to let the swaying of the ship on the waves lull you back into the land of dreams and find solace in the soft sound of light rain meeting the Going Merry.

But you found that when you entered the kitchen, you were not alone. And wherever your captain was, adventure was never far behind. This time "adventure" came in the form of a fire hazard frying pan with food in it taped to the kitchen wall with Luffy's rubber arm holding onto the wooden spoon. Luffy himself was standing on the other side of the room, his arm stretched all the way across the kitchen.

"Oh hi!", he exclaimed, happy to see you, then started to explain his current predicament, "well you see, Sanji refused to make me some food because it is 1am and I said 'Sanji, please' and he groaned 'make it yourself'. So I thought 'hey, that's actually not a bad idea!'"

"I don't like where this is going, but go on", you let out a sigh but could hardly be mad at him for the chaos he had caused in the kitchen, given the way he was looking at you with such a pure smile. "So, given that this was my first time cooking anything, my first attempt didn't work out as I intended to", he continued, "so I wanted to clean up the kitchen so Sanji wouldn't get mad, but you see, the spoon got stuck to the frying pan and I can't remove it even with my devil fruit powers." He still looked so carefree explaining this, that you couldn't help but envy him for his seemingly complete lack of stress and anxiety.

You stepped closer to the pan to see how he managed to get the wooden spoon stuck on it. You looked back and forth between the pan and your smiling captain, blinking in disbelief a couple of times. "I really don't get what I did wrong, I did exactly what the cookbook said", Luffy went on, "it said caramelize the onions-"

You stopped him right there, gesturing to the frying pan. "So let me just confirm this: you threw a whole fish and three whole onions into the pan and put caramel on it... and from the looks of it mozzarella?" Luffy nodded. "Sanji always said that being a chef also means you can be creative with the food you make and I thought that sounded really fun!", he stemmed his hands into his hips. "You look way too proud of this", you raised an eyebrow with concern written on your face, sending a silent prayer to whatever was out there to hear you. Keep my captain safe, never let him near a stove unsupervised.

You gently removed his fist from the spoon, hearing his rubber arm snap back to its natural length. "You're lucky you're cute...", you sighed and removed the pan from the wall, putting it aside with a slightly painful smile on your face, "this is a Sanji problem."

Even though you had a soft spot for him, or perhaps especially because of it, you felt the need to remind Luffy of the dangers of cooking with 0 experience. "Please be more careful next time... you could have caused a fire on the ship", you turned around to speak to him only to find he was no longer where he had been standing just seconds ago. You looked around the room and found him rummaging through the fridge again. "I'm still hungry", he pouted. You could even hear his stomach growling. For the sake of him and everyone else you decided it was better to not let him go to bed hungry and risk waking up to the final inferno that would annihilate all seas.

"If I make you something, will you help me prepare the ingredients and clean up the kitchen?", you sighed but you looked up in surprise when you found Luffy in your embrace, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and pressing his cheek to your shoulder. "Yes, thank you, you're the best!", he exclaimed and you couldn't help but smile, wrapping your arms around your captain as well and running your fingers through his soft hair. His hug felt warm and comforting and you almost didn't want to let go yet, but reminded yourself that you had promised to make him some food.

So you went over to the fridge and the pile of ingredients that Luffy had already dragged out of it and checked what you could make with the stuff you had. "I suppose I could make some wraps", you reasoned and started organizing the ingredients. "Ooh, fill mine with lots of meat please!", Luffy was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rocking back and forth with excitement. "Sure thing", you smiled back at him and tossed him the salad. "Can you wash this and cut a few leaves of it into small stripes?", you asked and Luffy nodded, getting up from the floor, seemingly lost in thought.

"Right... it needs to be washed", he repeated slowly as if this had been a major enlightenment to him. "Good lord...", you whispered with wide eyes, shaking your head at the mental image of what could have happened if you hadn't prevented him from making another 'Luffy original'. "Also, I noticed the oil was still in the cupboard, did you not use it when you tried to fry your fish?", you asked out of curiosity. Luffy shrugged. "I didn't know you had to put oil, I thought any liquid worked." You took a deep breath. "What did you put?" "Ketchup."

Despite everything, Luffy did a pretty good job following your instructions; after all, he had properly cut the salad, tomatoes and pulled the ground beef apart. "Cutting vegetables is harder than I thought", you just heard him mumble and turned around to find him staring at you with helplessness in his eyes, holding up his bleeding pointer finger.

"Yeah that's my fault, I should have seen that coming...", you sighed and opened a kitchen drawer to pull out the bandaids. "There you go", you said after putting the bandaid on Luffy's finger. He looked down at his finger, now covered in a black bandaid with a pirate skull on it and you just quietly heard him mumble something about a 'battle scar'.

"Sunshine, I think the tomato clearly won that one", you raised an eyebrow, preparing the meat for the wraps on the stove. "There'll be a rematch", Luffy informed you in a motivated tone. "Sure, tell that to Sanji tomorrow, I'm sure he's going to think that's a splendid idea", you chuckled. "Yeah, I will!", Luffy smiled at you. You laughed and went on to show Luffy how to prepare the beef.

He looked over your shoulder with his chin rested on it, watching what you did closely. He seemed curious and fascinated by how different cooking worked from what he originally thought. You leaned your head against his and heard him yawn. Luffy wrapped his arms around you again, nuzzling your neck with his eyes closed. "Hey, don't go falling asleep on me now, you don't want to miss your meal right?", you reminded him and he yawned again, nodding. "Don't worry, 'm awake", he mumbled with a tired voice.

Having him cling to you like this, peacefully resting on your shoulder, made you almost disappointed when the meat was finally done.

"This is great!", Luffy exclaimed with his mouth stuffed full of food after you had handed him two wraps, "thank you so much for the food!" You quietly enjoyed your own wrap, smiling at the situation. Luffy had a way of making every encounter the two of you had one without regrets, even if it involved cooking at 1am. As long as he was happy, you were content.

After finishing your late night snack, both of you decided it was time for a small break so you settled down on the couch, holding Luffy in your arms. You were laying on your back, your head propped up by a pillow, while your captain was resting on your chest with a satisfied smile on his face. He looks so cute, you thought, playing with his hair.

Luffy let out another yawn and you soon noticed he was drifting off to sleep. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your embrace and you cupped his cheek gently, pressing a soft goodnight kiss to his forehead. This was the night you found out that Luffy was a sleep-talker. "...Meat", he'd mumble and you smiled, deciding it would be cruel to get up now to wash the dishes and risk waking him up. Maybe you'd manage to get up in the morning before Sanji would wake up. This is worth it, Sanji will understand, you reasoned with yourself with perhaps a little too much optimism, something you suspected may have rubbed off on you from Luffy.

"Back in Windmill Village, they considered me a meat philosopher", Luffy mumbled in his sleep and it took you two minutes to suppress a laugh.

This man is an experience, you bit your lip to hold back your wheezing, burying your face in your hands. You just had to ask him to elaborate on this once he'd wake up. You shook your head with a bright smile on your face. Your fingers started gently drawing circles on Luffy's back, causing him to try and snuggle even closer in his sleep. Once you had recovered from your captain's sleep-talking endeavors, tiredness soon caught up to you and you drifted off to sleep, still holding onto Luffy. It was a peaceful night indeed.

But the peace was never meant to last. Once the sun had risen, you wake up to an angry "Luffy!" echoing through the kitchen. Luffy's eyes fluttered open and he promptly sat up. "Oh, good morning Sanji", he called out with a happy expression, stretching his limbs. Your ship's cook had a threatening smile on his face. "Don't 'good morning Sanji' me, what the fuck did you two do to my kitchen?"

"I helped y/n make food", Luffy explained, proud of his contribution. "I can see that", Sanji grabbed the caramel abomination from the kitchen counter and held it up, "this pan is literally ruined." You sat up as well and raised your hands. "In my defense, this was all his doing. I wasn't here to prevent this."

Luffy looked at you from the side. "Ratting me out like this... I thought we were in this together", he pouted and rested his chin on his knees. "Nuh-uh", you shook your head, "I'm not taking responsibility for Satan's first edible plague... then again I don't think you can even call this edible." "Technically almost everything is edible", Luffy gave you a thumbs-up.

"Dishes. Now."

You got up very fast after discovering that Sanji was not messing around. That was the day you two got sentenced to dish-washing duty for the next 3 weeks. Originally it was supposed to be one week, but you may or may not have gotten into a foam fight with Luffy, leaving the kitchen in an even bigger mess.

"This reminds me of my job at Baratie. Good times", Luffy was reminiscing. "You didn't have 'a job', you had to do the dishes because you couldn't pay for what looked like your last supper", you reminded him. "And I only broke 5 of them", he proudly informed you.

You couldn't help but laugh, Luffy joining in not soon after. You were once again reminded why you would never regret joining this crew. If someone could make even washing dishes fun and make you happy like this, you'd be damned to not keep him in your life. Luffy was like the sun, brightening up each day since you had met him; even the darkest of them. He looked up and caught you smiling at him from the side.

"What's the matter?", he asked, smiling back.

"Just thinking about how happy I am to have met you."

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Tips for Regressors who struggle with birthdays

So, I recently had a birthday, and I noticed how much I dreaded it as it approached. I’ve always been someone who hates getting older, as it means things change. Especially since becoming a teenager, the idea that I’m leaving behind my childhood and taking on adult responsibilities is really scary. Age regression has helped somewhat, as I know I will always be able to reach out to childhood again, however it’s not perfect.

Anyway, here are a few tips I came up with for any regressors who also struggle with birthdays. Hope these help!

Plan a mini birthday party for yourself, and have it kid’s themed. I did this myself and had a Sonic party in my bedroom. I bought some fruit snacks, candy, juice, and crackers to be ‘refreshments’ earlier that week. I printed coloring pages and word searches, played party games with my stuffies, and watched a movie with them like a sleepover. Getting mystery packs/blind bags of toys or collectibles are cool ways to have presents, since you won’t know exactly what’s inside!

Write a letter to your past self and/or a letter to your older self (which you can read someday). This one was very therapeutic for me. Writing to my self ten years younger allowed me to confront the things like internalized homophobia, childhood trauma, insecurity, etc. And writing to myself ten years in the future allowed me to vent my current fears and ponder what my life will be like by the time I open the letter again. I honestly might make writing to myself a birthday tradition, and eventually I’ll be able to reopen what my younger self had written.

If possible, then treat yourself. That stuffed animal you’ve considered getting? Buy it! You want to make your favorite dessert? Go for it! Go on an adventure to the mall, play at the park, explore a bike trial, etc. I know that being on a budget can make this kind of treat difficult, but finding a small way to feel young and excited can definitely help.

Have an at home spa day. Have a bubble bath, put on lotion, paint your nails, put on music, etc. this one isn’t exactly birthday themed, but it’s a good way to relax and take care of yourself, especially if you’re feeling depressed or anxious.

Most importantly, remember that you don’t outgrow being a kid. It’s really a mindset, something we as regressors take advantage of. Just because you’re bodily another year older doesn’t mean you’re further away from being a kid; because that’s something you can carry with you for the rest of your life. Most grown ups just forget that.

I hope this helps. If you happen to have an upcoming birthday as you read this, then I’m giving you a big virtual hug as a present. (I’m sending love your way, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it 😇). Happy regressing and (maybe) happy birthdays too!

-Marty 🎁

[theamityelf]

Hear me out, Despair Makoto but he's also fucked up(like Junko types of fucked up ig)

As in, he's genuinely apart of despair(if that makes sense). Wolf in sheep's clothing type of thing. It kinda started when I was thinking about DTH au and then wondered 'what if Makoto was the one who has the collar but the others are the ones who have the leashes' type of schtick.

Like, people look at him and see how still innocent he is and they think he hasn't fallen into despair. In reality, he has very much fallen into despair. I kind of imagine he's a manipulator where everyone is vying for even a bit of his affection and attention, even Junko. And he uses that to his advantage in a way that'll cause despair for all of them.

Despair's Throbbing Heart if Makoto were actually despair:

"My friends really love despair," Makoto says earnestly. He acquires a sheepish smile as he adds, "...but they're kind of...bad at it."

Izuru is transfixed, having been the only person allowed to see this side of Naegi. The only one to find it. He says nothing, content to let the newness interest him for as long as it can. It isn't like any of Enoshima's facades; it's like...the juice inside a fruit. He wants every drop.

"They do their best; they're just...a little off?" Makoto scratches his cheek absently with one finger. "They keep equating death with suffering, when it's the opposite. I think maybe Kyoko figured that out when she was stabbing me, and that's why she didn't kill me all the way. She's really smart. But, she's also not that good at despair? I mean, she only sent me to death's door twice. The stabbing and the poison. She left a lot of stones unturned, don't you think? And if I know that, she definitely knows that."

It's fascinating how the casual self-deprecation continues. The modesty, and the uncertainty with which he explains himself, don't seem to be feigned.

"But the point is, she left me alive. That was really smart of her. I didn't even realize it at the time, but it was brilliant. If I'm alive, I can still suffer. It dawned on me when everyone started killing their loved ones. I mean, at first I was horrified, but then...after a kind of...panic attack," (He chuckles, again self-deprecating.) "it suddenly seemed more stupid than anything. I mean, death comes for everyone either way. What difference does it make just to kill someone early? The point should be despair in life, not death. Even Junko usually gets that, and she's honestly not great at despair either."

"Enoshima isn't?" Izuru speaks up.

"Junko's really smart." Makoto smiles. "But when she has to choose between causing the most despair for others and causing the most despair for herself, she isn't always good at choosing the first one. She keeps having to bargain with her boredom by sacrificing things she loves. Like pinching herself awake. And don't get me wrong, it makes her a really good despair! Just...maybe not the best Ultimate Despair."

"So, is that you, instead?"

"I'm not an Ultimate," Makoto replies, his expression completely neutral. "I'm just normal."

"You don't seem very normal to me."

Makoto laughs. "I don't? What's more normal than suffering? Everything alive causes suffering. That's not special. I'm just better at focusing on it because I don't really care about my own suffering anymore. My friends need it more. If they can't be happy unless they're hurting, then...well, I guess it's kind of my responsibility to hurt them." He shrugs shyly. "And it helps that they all deserve it. They deserve to live a long time."

"What about me?" Izuru finds himself asking.

Makoto tilts his head, looking into Izuru's eyes for a second. "Do you want to suffer?" he asks.

"I want to feel anything."

Makoto nods, offering Izuru a small smile. "There is no Ultimate Despair, there is no Ultimate Hope. Junko is just a sick teenager punishing the world, and you're just a failed experiment. A waste of money and time that was made of and for suffering. And then they even took away your suffering. I'll do my best to help, but to be honest trying to hurt you feels like trying to hurt a doll. Or a thesaurus. You can just be an object for a bit, while I think about it, right?"

"Yes," Izuru says, his throat feeling slightly tighter with a feeling that is close to excitement. "I can do that."

"Of course you can. You can do anything."

Naegi moves toward the door, and Izuru moves with him, gravitationally, as if Naegi's hand were buried in his chest.

....

(I don't think I've earnestly partaken in Despair Makoto before. That was kinda fun.)

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