#and here i remember he already did it with the darkness :D because he an idiot

[kateschi]

silent watcher, louder heart

synopsis: there’s something about the way you move, the way you hold your daughter, that leaves katsuki wordless.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: nothing makes me happier than dad bakugou and happy new year everyone

the soft rustling of leaves outside filters through the cracked window, mingling with the faint cries of a baby—your baby.

the sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue across the living room, where you sit cross-legged on the floor, gently cradling your child.

the sight is mesmerizing, even to him—a man who’s seen explosions tear through buildings, fire rip apart the darkness, and yet nothing compares to this.

katsuki leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on you and your baby.

he doesn’t say anything—doesn’t even clear his throat to announce his presence.

he just stands there, silent and steady, watching.

your fingers move deftly, smoothing out the soft folds of your baby’s blanket. your voice is a quiet murmur, a melody only meant for the tiny ears that listen so intently.

“there you go, sweetie. all cozy now, aren’t you?” she gurgles in response, kicking little legs as if to agree.

you giggle softly, the sound light and airy, and katsuki feels something in his chest tighten.

it’s been months since the two of you brought this tiny human into the world, but he still isn’t used to the sight of you like this—radiant, tender, an embodiment of warmth and care.

he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. not that he’d ever say it out loud.

“y/n,” he finally says, his voice gruff but not unkind. “you’re spoilin’ her, y’know.”

you glance up, startled at first, but the sight of your husband leaning in the doorway makes your lips curve into a smile.

“and who exactly taught me how to spoil her, huh? wasn’t it you, bakugou katsuki, who bought her that ridiculously overpriced onesie with the baby dynamight logo?”

he scowls, the tips of his ears turning red. “that was different.”

“of course it was.” your teasing tone makes him bristle, but he doesn’t move. he stays rooted in place.

d/n lets out a small coo, her tiny hand reaching up to grab at the air. you shift her in your arms, guiding her chubby fingers toward one of her toys.

she babbles happily, her eyes wide and curious, and katsuki feels his heart stutter.

how the hell did he end up here—married to you, father to this perfect little bundle of energy?

“she’s gettin’ big,” he mutters, stepping into the room.

his heavy boots make the wooden floor creak, and he almost winces, instinctively lightening his steps as he approaches.

“she is,” you agree, not taking your eyes off your little girl. “she’s growing so fast. I feel like I’ll blink, and she’ll already be running around, causing trouble.”

katsuki snorts, settling down onto the couch. “if she’s causin’ trouble, that’s definitely your fault.”

“oh, really? because I’m the troublemaker in this relationship?” you glance at him, raising an eyebrow.

“damn right, you are.” he leans back, arms draped over the backrest, but his eyes stay on you.

“don’t think I’ve forgotten how you were always stirrin’ shit in high school. sneakin’ into the common room to steal snacks, callin’ me an idiot every time I told you to quit it.”

“hella ironic coming from you house-arrest, and I wasn’t stirring anything,” you protest, feigning innocence. “I was keeping life interesting.”

his brow twitches. “yeah, well, you’re passin’ that on to her,” he says, nodding toward the baby. “she’s got your attitude, y’know.”

“oh, so now she’s my responsibility when she’s being difficult?”

“she’s always your responsibility,” he shoots back, smirking. “you’re the one who decided to marry me, remember? you signed up for this.”

you roll your eyes, but there’s no heat behind it. “and yet, somehow, you’ve manage to make it worth it.”

the corners of katsuki’s mouth twitch, the beginnings of a smile threatening to break through.

but instead of replying, he focuses on d/n, who’s now clutching her toy with surprising determination.

“she’s strong,” he says, his voice softer. “got a good grip for a runt.”

“she gets that from you,” you reply, brushing a kiss against your baby girl’s forehead. “I think she’s going to take after you in a lot of ways.”

“hope not,” he mutters, his gaze clouding for a moment. “don’t want her growin’ up with my temper.”

you frown, sitting up straighter. “katsuki—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “I’m just sayin’. she’s better off with your patience.”

you pause, studying him carefully. for all his bluster, katsuki has always been his own harshest critic. he sees himself as flawed, rough around the edges.

but you’ve never seen him that way—not for a second.

“she’ll have the best of both of us,” you say firmly, holding his gaze. “and she’ll be okay because she has you as her dad.”

he doesn’t respond right away, his eyes flicking down to d/n instead. she’s staring at him now, her big, innocent eyes locked on his face.

katsuki reaches out, hesitating for just a moment before gently brushing a finger against her tiny hand. she grabs it immediately, her grip surprisingly strong, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“feisty little thing,” he hums.

he then leans back against the couch, watching as you lift her onto your shoulder, patting her back in a soothing rhythm.

she lets out a small yawn, her tiny body relaxing against you, and katsuki feels that familiar warmth spreading through his chest.

it’s moments like these that remind him why he fights so damn hard—why he throws himself into battle with everything he’s got.

because at the end of the day, he gets to come home to this.

to you. to her. to a life he never dared to dream of.

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[lionlena]

Your scent, my scent, our scent... (HarryCastilloxf!reader)

Summary: The longer you date Harry, the more you discover that you smell like him.

Warnings: None… Risk of starting to have unrealistic expectations of men…

A/N: Inspired by a TikTok about what perfume Pedro uses :D Also, the last time I used a unisex perfume tester in a drugstore, I couldn't get rid of the smell all day long, despite washing my skin

You didn't notice it at first. Until, after another wonderful night with Harry, you discovered you were late for work. You were in such a hurry that you didn't shower or use your perfume. At work, you heard from a colleague:

"Do you have a new perfume? Nice scent."

Too distracted by being late, you only replied:

"Uh, yeah… Thanks."

It wasn't until your lunch break when you had a moment to yourself that you discovered it. You smelled your arm and realized. You smelled like Harry. You smelled his perfume… Cedar and grapefruit mixed with a hint of sage and labdanum. His scent was unisex, so indeed your coworker could think you were wearing a new perfume. But you knew the truth, and it made you feel a pleasant warmth in your chest as well as a slight embarrassment at the same time.

From that day on, you started paying attention to it. You quickly noticed that it didn't take much for you to smell like Harry. Cuddling on the couch was enough, and your skin and clothes would already smell of him. When he covered your shoulders with his jacket during an evening walk, when you slept in his bed… His scent became yours. It clung to your skin, stayed on your clothes, soaked into your hair.

At first, you tried to fight it. When you came back from Harry's home, you would immediately take a shower and throw your clothes in the washing machine. If you spent the night at Harry's place, you would always take extra clean clothes, which you would put on for work in the morning. If you slept with him, you would try to get up earlier in the morning to take a longer shower. You always had your perfume with you, but your much cheaper perfumes had no chance against his scent. But no matter what you did, you still smelled like Harry.

And it wasn't about that you didn't like his scent. Quite the opposite, you loved it. But some part of you, the part that always had doubts, told you that it wasn't right. That you didn't have the right to smell like Harry, that you weren't worthy to be his. But the longer you were with this walking ideal, the fewer doubts you had.

"Sometimes when I'm at your place, I feel like grandma's old armchair pushed into a modern living room." You confessed to Harry one evening as you both lay naked under his satin sheets.

"What?" Harry immediately propped himself up on his elbow and looked at you with those warm, brown eyes.

"Like I don't fit in here." You added.

Harry snorted at the thought. He didn't understand how you could talk about yourself like that. From his point of view, you were a masterpiece.

"That's bullshit and you know it. You're not out of place here… You're exactly where you belong. You're my beautiful girl… don't you know that?"

You smiled shyly and stroked his cheek.

"You know you're amazing… and I'm afraid I'll ruin everything…"

He leaned into your touch, his own warm, larger hand gently encompassing yours and pressing it closer to his skin. Harry wanted more… more of your touch… He couldn't even remember the last time someone had touched him so gently.

"You can never mess anything up. I don't know how you got your beautiful brain to think you could do anything wrong…"

His facial expression was gentle and so… adoring.

You looked at him fondly and combed his dark hair.

"So, what? Should I close my eyes and enjoy this luxury?"

"Do you have something against luxury, honey?"

Harry smirked, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoyed the feel of your hands on his skin, his fingers continuing to play with your hair.

"Because I would gladly spend all my money on you. Keep you in nothing but… luxury…" He mumbled the last words, lowering his head to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"Mmm… my charming prince…" You closed your eyes and snuggled into his body. "You smell nice…"

The words slipped out of your mouth without thinking. Harry chuckled in satisfaction and wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer to his body.

"I like that. I'd love to be your charming prince who smells nice."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide your blush.

From that moment on, you stopped 'fighting' his scent. You decided that it was pointless, since no matter what you did, his perfume stuck to you. You even started secretly using his perfume. You felt a bit stupid, like a child stealing cookies, but you wanted his scent to be even more intense, to be with you when Harry was away.

One day, when you came to Harry's apartment, there was a surprise waiting for you. A table decorated with candles and rose petals, and expensive wine. The one you liked, and Harry, of course, remembered it.

And of course HIM. Smiling in a white shirt and with a bouquet of roses.

"Are we celebrating something?" You asked, surprised as he walked up to you and kissed you on the cheek.

Harry chuckled and nodded.

"We've been dating for half a year."

"Oh…" You felt yourself blush with embarrassment. "I… I didn't know… I didn't remember… I'm so sorry…"

He immediately wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Hey… I wanted to share my joy with you, not make you feel indebted." He kissed the top of your head. "This is for you. For putting up with me for half a year."

You rolled your eyes and snuggled into his body.

"Being with you is the most enjoyable thing in the world."

Harry smiled contentedly and led you to the table. Of course, he pulled out a chair for you and put a bouquet of flowers in a vase. Then he knelt next to you and handed you a beautifully wrapped box.

"A gift? Harry…"

"No 'buts'. I don't want to hear that this is too much."

You knew there was no point in arguing any further. Just because other men set their bar so low, didn't mean Harry was going to. So you nodded and slowly opened the pretty wrapped present. When you saw the perfume, his perfume, you giggled.

"Really?"

He frowned.

"You don't like it… I thought you liked the smell, and you started using it and…"

You leaned down and kissed him on the lips to calm his anxiety. When you pulled away, you looked at him with adoration.

"Of course you noticed. Nothing escapes your attention."

Harry visibly sighed with relief.

"Now you'll always have my scent with you… Well… Our scent."

You giggled happily. God, how much you loved this man. You put the perfume on the table and leaned down, wrapping your arms around his neck. Harry sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your breasts. You didn't mind. You wanted to hold him like that and never let go, and inhale his scent.

Permanentny tag list: @harriedandharassed @cornerofacry

[gimmethatagustd]

he so cute | jhs

Idol life is infinitely more fun when you get to take your pick of all the hot, eligible men in the industry. Too bad your manager doesn’t like when you can’t keep it in your pants.

Pairing: Manager Hoseok x Idol Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Idolverse, canon divergent, pwp, smut

Word Count: 4,088

Content Warning: D/s elements, dom Hobi, blowjob, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, slut shaming, ambiguous/open ending

A/N: Another repost in honor of Jay-Slut.

Soundtrack: Princess Nokia - I Like Him

“Every day you make my life more difficult.”

Hoseok sat with one leg on the edge of his desk and his arms crossed against his chest. You thought he was going to say more, but he merely stared at you, his eyes dark and laced with disappointment. This was the third time in two weeks that you’d been called into his office - a record high, if you remembered correctly. 

You were in the final stages of preparing your upcoming album. That meant a lot of time spent in your studio which so happened to be down the hall from your manager’s office. How convenient it was for him to stroll down the hallway, Versace loafers clicking against the tile. It was a shame the soundproof room never alerted you to when he was coming until he was already banging on your door. 

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to have Choi PD barge into my office to question if our marketing team asked you to fuck the entire Bangtan Sonyeondan vocal line as part of your comeback or if I truly have no control over my whore of an idol?” 

The only thing sharper than Hoseok’s words was the slap his hand made when he slammed a pile of tabloids onto the desk in front of you. You sat with your back straight in the chair, eyes cast downward. 

There was your name, plastered all over those trashy celebrity magazines, accompanied by various paparazzi and sasaeng photos of you and other idols. The most recent tabloid was distributing photos of you and Kim Seokjin getting a bit too cozy at a nightclub. The angle the photos were taken at certainly gave the appearance that the two of you were making out, but who really knew? 

“I told Jin that blowing a kiss at the camera was a bad idea, but do you think Mr. Worldwide Handsome was going to listen to me?” You narrowed your eyes at your manager.

Everyone knew Kim Seokjin was likely the only idol who could get away with whatever he wanted. You, unfortunately, did not have that privilege, as Hoseok loved to remind you. 

“Oh yes, because that’s the issue here. Kim Seokjin blowing a kiss like the arrogant asshole he is. I wonder if his manager gets his ass handed to him by Bang PD every time he sticks his dick somewhere it shouldn’t be.” 

Hoseok was more pissed than you’d ever seen him, and the two of you have worked together since you were a trainee. 

“Exactly! How is it fair that I’m the one who gets in trouble? How is it fair that I’m the one the tabloids paint as a whore when everyone knows Jin can’t keep his dick in his pants?” You threw up your hands in frustration, not even bothering to flip through the magazines. You already knew what they’d say. 

Perhaps your questions were the confession that something had happened between the two of you, but you were more worried about getting out of whatever punishment Hoseok was about to bestow upon you. 

He pressed his hands together and brought them to his mouth as if he were praying that God would just strike you down right now so he wouldn’t have to deal with you any longer. 

“Y/N, I’m not trying to argue with you over sexist tabloid practices,” Hoseok spoke slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath to even out his tone. “I’m telling you that Choi PD has forbidden you from going anywhere aside from the dorms or the studio-” 

He held up his finger at you when you made a sound of protest, his eyes still closed. 

“Unless you are chaperoned… by me…” He opened his eyes and his pink lips disappeared into a tight grimace. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your words were extremely inappropriate to use towards your elder, but you didn’t give a shit right now. 

“Watch your language,” Hoseok snapped. “It’s not like I’m particularly thrilled to be the one cockblocking you every day.” 

Vulgarness was shocking coming from your manager’s mouth. Something about watching his lips form the word made your skin tingle.

“Oh, do you wish you were on the receiving end of my salacious behavior, oppa?” you asked with a smirk. You licked your lips and leaned back in your seat, crossing your legs over each other, waiting for him to squirm underneath your inappropriate behavior. 

Your smirk fell when Hoseok took hold of the arms of your chair and leaned into you so closely that your faces nearly touched. His eyes roamed your body, pausing at your lips, before returning to stare into your eyes. It was clear that he was still pissed, but there was something else burning in his gaze.

“Don’t test me, Y/N.” 

“You know telling me not to do something makes me want to do it even more,” you said with a recovered smirk. As if to challenge him, you leaned forward to make the space between you even smaller, like a spiteful game of chicken. 

Whatever power trip your manager was trying to get out of this situation wasn’t going to fly with you. Sure, Hoseok was a bit of a control freak, but this challenging behavior was shocking. You would be thrilled to knock him off his high horse. 

However, your cocky attitude was once again short-lived. Rather than back down like you’d expected, your goody-two-shoes of a manager wrapped his hand around your neck and pushed you backwards into your chair. You tried to swallow, but the movement only made him tighten his grip on you. 

Despite the uncharacteristic behavior, you weren’t scared of him. Hoseok would never do anything to hurt you, no matter how frustrated he got with you. You were his greatest star. 

No, instead of fear, you felt heat flow through your body like lava, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt Hoseok’s lips brush against your ear. 

“Are you that desperate for dick that you resort to taunting your own manager?”

“Are you that curious that you’d give in?” Your voice came out thick from the pressure Hoseok was applying to your vocal cords, but your snarky attitude shone bright through your hoarseness. 

“This isn’t curiosity. I already know you’re a whore. Look at you.” 

You could see the fire in Hoseok’s eyes crack his usually cool composure. His attention turned towards your parted lips, taking in the way you were heavily breathing, before flicking down to stare at your crossed legs. Thighs squeezed together. 

“How about this, kitten. You show me just how obedient you can be for me, and I’ll toss in a few hours of unsupervised fun for you and whichever arrogant prick you’re fucking now?” 

“A few hours?” you snickered, a scoff getting stuck in your throat when Hoseok squeezes just a bit more. 

“Beggars can’t be choosers, sweet.” 

By this point you were starting to feel lightheaded and the pressure of Hoseok’s long fingers tightening around your throat began to hurt. You blinked slowly, tongue lolling out to roll over your dry lips. Obedience. That was all this entertainment company wanted. What the industry expected. But there was no denying Hoseok had been good to you compared to other managers. 

You nodded and Hoseok immediately released you. Relief flooded your brain as your lungs gasped for air. 

“Good.” Hoseok took a step back to lean against the front of his desk with his arms crossed against his chest. “Now get on your knees like the sweet little whore that you are.” 

His face was almost unreadable aside from the sharpness of his gaze as he watched you sink to your knees. The black marble chilled your skin and pressed uncomfortably into your kneecaps, but you had more important things to worry about than sore knees. 

It was funny how people joked about idols sucking dick to climb higher in the industry. And here you were, about to suck dick just to be able to go to a nightclub with your friends. Ridiculous. 

Hopefully Hoseok’s dick was as pretty as he was. You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t thought your manager was attractive. The very first time you met him, your immediate thought was just how pretty he was. His long face and angular jaw created chiseled features that made an otherwise boyish face look intimidatingly serious. You saw his jaw set and molars clenched when he critiqued your choreography or listened to a final draft of your songs. Something in you yearned to gain his approval, lighting up every time that seriousness dissipated. The first time you saw his facade crack, you’d been mesmerized by such a bright smile, large, perfectly-aligned teeth and eyes softer than any you’d seen before. 

The duality of man, you thought with a mental snort as you inched closer to Hoseok. Quick fingers undid his black slacks, tugging them down along with his briefs (Versace, no surprise there). 

“You better keep this to yourself,” you muttered, but your threat was weakened by your obvious gawking at the leaking cock that stood erect before you. Hoseok’s body was lithe but strong, a reminder of his days as an idol himself. More than once you’d nearly gotten caught admiring his physique at the gym, but you’d never imagined his cock could be just as beautiful as the rest of him. You almost wanted to gag already, just out of how poetic it all was. 

Should you give him a good time, though? Did he really deserve it? Your eyes flitted up to see Hoseok gazing down at you. The tip of his tongue peeked out to swipe across his lips and when his eyes met yours you felt his cock twitch in your hand. 

“It’s a pity you’re so used to your sexual exploits getting leaked,” Hoseok said with a smirk. 

Maybe he didn’t deserve a good time. 

Grabbing the base, you leaned forward to spit on his cock, using your spit and the little beads of precum leaking from his tip to lubricate your hand as you pumped him. This would be easy; your mouth was already watering. 

Hoseok somehow managed to maintain a calm tone while you let a stream of spit drip onto the head of his cock. “Ever heard of an NDA, kitten?” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

Hoseok let out a laugh that only edged on shaky as you ran your tongue up the underside of his cock. When your tongue hit the ridge of his head, you felt him shudder. You flicked the tip of your tongue at the same spot once again and coaxed a low moan out of Hoseok that practically had you gushing. 

You closed your eyes and focused on breathing out of your nose as you inched your mouth down Hoseok’s cock. His head was heavy as it laid on your outstretched tongue, the ridge gliding against your lips as you sucked the tip for a moment before sliding further. One hand secured the base while the other squeezed his thigh. Your blood red acrylics dug crescent moons into his skin; his muscles twitched beneath the pressure. 

“Is kitty better?” Hoseok waited until you had his cock in your mouth to respond, of course not giving you any time to come up with a quip of your own. 

The effort was more considerable than you’d anticipated, not that you’d assumed your manager had a little dick. With the commanding presence he had, he screamed nothing but massive cock. Still, you were somewhat surprised by your struggle to swallow him whole. 

“Fuck…” Hoseok moaned, uncrossing his arms. He leaned forward to grab your wrist, stopping your hand from pumping the part of him you couldn’t yet reach. Confusion mottled your eyebrows together and you pulled back until only his tip was sucked between your lips. 

He twisted the sleeve of your shirt. “Get rid of this.” 

The garment tied together in the front, an intricate pattern of string laced up your cleavage. Continuing to bob up and down his cock, you hurried to untie the bow at your collarbones, slowly undoing the strings until you could slide the blouse off of your arms. 

Once you were topless with only your lace bralette covering your tits, Hoseok leaned back again. He reached behind himself to hold onto the edge of his desk and the movement jostled you a bit. His cock slammed into your throat a bit too quickly, making you gag around him. Moaning at the sensation of your throat closing around him, Hoseok bucked into you again, hitting the back of your throat with more force than before. 

Tears burned the corners of your eyes, but you did your best to keep them at bay. You dug your nails into his thighs even deeper to ground yourself as your lungs frantically remembered how to breathe through your obstructed airway. 

Perhaps Hoseok pitied you, or maybe he was about to cum, but soon he yanked a handful of your hair to pull you off of his cock. You sputtered and bristled at the realization that you were… embarrassed by your inability to finish what you’d started. But what did your sexual prowess matter in this situation? Hoseok was trying to get his dick wet and you were trying to lessen your punishment. Who cared what your manager thought. 

But when you peered up at him, his pupils blown up and high cheeks flushed pink, your stomach fluttered. 

“Don’t fall in love too quickly,” Hoseok snickered. He beckoned for you to stand up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt and pulling you forward. Blood rushed to your face at his comment, but you snapped a response as though you were engaging in nothing but your typical workplace banter. 

“Wasn’t planning on it, oppa.” 

“Take your skirt off so I can fuck you properly.” 

You watched his chest rise and fall beneath his tight white button-up shirt, the top button popped open to expose more of his neck, a bit of collarbone, a sliver of chest. his hair was slightly issued as though he’s run his hands through it while you were sucking him off. He looked so raw compared to the sterile way he normally carried himself, and you’d barely done anything. 

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” 

“Obedience was part of the deal.” 

You pursed your lips, wondering how much hell he was going to give you later if you obliged. Did you want to fuck him? Your thong was sticking to your pussy, if that was enough of an indication. 

Slowly, you shimmied your skirt down your legs, kicking it away. Hoseok winced as he saw the clothing item skid across the floor. 

“That is Gucci, Y/N,” he sighed. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

“Yes, do you know how much that costs? I don’t just put you into clothes for free.” He had the nerve to press his fingers to his temples as if his dick wasn’t out in the open, hard as a fucking rock, and you weren’t standing in front of him in $2,000 worth of Dolce and Gabbana lingerie. 

Glowering, you retrieved the skirt and brushed it off before gently placing it on top of Hoseok’s desk. 

“Better?” you huffed. “You really know how to kill the fucking mood, Jung Hos-”

Taking a hold of your arm, Hoseok flipped you around and pushed you forward so you kneeled with your knees on the seat of your chair, facing the opposite direction. Placing a firm hand on your waist, he forced you to arch your back, your ass sticking up for him and your face and chest pressed against the back of the chair. 

“Oh my god, you could have warned me.” You tilted your head to the side to speak, catching a glimpse of Hoseok when you craned your neck around. 

“Look at you leaking all over yourself. Such a needy little whore just like everyone says.” 

Pulling your thong to the side, Hoseok swiped the head of his cock through your dripping folds, smearing your arousal all over your lips and the inside of your thighs. You let out a gasp and raised your hips to rub against his cock, but he gave you a hard slap on the ass to stop you. The force sent you forward and you had to grip the back of the chair to stay in place. 

“So fucking greedy,” he taunted. Hoseok gave your pussy a few slaps with his dick, pressing hard against your clit to watch your legs shake and your walls clench with anticipation. 

“Hoseok!” you yelped, feeling your legs buckle. He grabbed your hips with both hands and hoisted you back up so you were solidly on your knees once more. 

He leaned forward to growl in your ear and you felt the buttons of his shirt drag against your back. “What did I tell you about your language?” 

His arm wrapped around the front of your waist so he could dip his hand between your legs. Your moans were muffled against the fabric of the chair, lips going dry just to wet them again as you began to drool when Hoseok pinched your clit. 

“Oppa, please.” You breathed out of your mouth, panting and whining so loudly you were sure someone walking outside of Hoseok’s office would be able to hear you. 

With a satisfied hum at your correction, Hoseok spread your lips apart and plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. You quivered as he pumped into you, twisting his long digits to press hard against your front wall, searching. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” His fingers found the sweet spot inside you and dragged against it hard, nearly coaxing tears from your eyes once again. “Does Seokjin make you shake like this?” 

“No, no,” You squeezed your eyes shut and rocked backwards against his hand. 

Nearly all the air shot out of you once you felt Hoseok’s other hand begin toying with you clit while he continued to fuck you with his fingers. He dragged his nails along the sides of your clit, gathering up your arousal to then swirl it along the top in tight circles. The flick of his movements made you dizzy, and you realized you weren’t breathing. 

“H-Hoseok,” you panted, squeezing the chair as hard as you could. You could feel the wet heat threatening to gush between your thighs, the buildup of pleasure causing you to involuntarily buck your hips. You came before either of you could say anything else. Your body locked up and you moaned into the chair so loudly Hoseok slapped his hand over your mouth. 

“So what is the point of wasting your time and reputation?” You were too dizzy with the realization that your manager had just made you cum to know what to say to his question. When you didn’t answer his question, Hoseok pinched your oversensitive clit. “Nothing in that empty whore brain of yours? I thought I trained you better than this.” 

“Hoseok, please,” you whimpered when he removed his hands from you. His absence felt cold and empty, but you didn’t dare turn around. “I’m tired.” Tired of the hours. Tired of the charades. Tired of the bullshit. 

“And bouncing on every eligible idol’s cock isn’t tiring?” 

It was, but not in the way he probably assumed. 

His hands were soft and warm on your hips as he guided you to grind against his cock, coating himself in your arousal. Finally, he sunk his cock into your swollen pussy. You wiggled slightly to guide him in the correct angle as he sunk deeper into you. The wet slap of his hips fully connecting with your ass echoed through the silent office. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You clung to the back of the chair and covered your mouth to keep yourself from screaming as Hoseok began pounding into you, your body still sensitive and tingling. “It’s, it’s,” you let out a quiet moan when Hoseok adjusted his position, returning his fingers to your clit. “It’s none of your business.” 

“You are my business,” Hoseok grunted, slamming particularly hard into you, sending ripples up your body. The way his comment pulled another moan from your chest was more embarrassing than getting naked in front of him or choking on his cock. 

“So you better get used to it.” 

You felt Hoseok twitch when your walls clenched around him, the clear indication that you were getting close yet again. Brain still dizzy and buzzing. Body still shuddering from the overstimulation as his fingers continued to wreak havoc on your clit. Yet somehow he managed his composure, gruff grunts and quiet curses slipping from his parted lips with self-restraint you could never imagine possessing. How could he keep it up while you were practically writhing beneath him as you came for the second time? He’d broken you down to a whimpering mess. 

“Too much,” you whined, reaching down to clutch Hoseok’s forearm. 

“Suddenly can’t handle it, kitten?” His muscles flexed beneath his skin as his fingers still circled your pulsing clit. He didn’t stop until his composure finally broke, pressing his chest against your back as he found his release inside of you, whispering hushed growls into your ear. 

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, chests heaving against each other until they found a pattern to match one another. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push away the way Hoseok’s moans played on loop in your head. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you and goosebumps spiked up your arms as his cum trickled down the inside of your thigh. His fingers tickled your skin as he scooped up his cum and pushed it back inside of you, pressing against your g-spot one final time just to make you moan. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, drawing his bottom lip between his perfect teeth. “Keep this up and Choi PD’s berating may be worth it.” 

You felt your face heat up and you quickly adjusted your thong to cover yourself. The cold, stickiness of the material made you shiver. 

“We have a deal,” you said with your chin jutted out, maintaining your dignity and not betray the way watching Hoseok tuck his cock back into his pants made your breath get caught in your throat. If he liked your pussy this much, you were going to get what you wanted out of this.

Hoseok’s dark eyes met yours, jaw set and head slightly tilted back as he studied your face. “I am always a man of my word.”

“Good.” You nodded and reached for your clothes. When you brushed against Hoseok, you felt that tingly spark across your skin. You avoided his gaze as you got dressed and missed the way he pouted when he realized you were going to get cum all over your Gucci skirt. Because that was what mattered in this moment. 

The two of you stood beside each other for a moment, the new silence of the room providing you with nothing to drown out the memory of Hoseok’s sweet sounds in your head. He cleared his throat and you finally turned to stare at the smoldering embers still flickering in his eyes. 

“If you need me, I’ll be in my room,“ you said. As you turned to leave, Hoseok grabbed your wrist to pull you flush against his chest. You let out a small gasp that was quickly silenced when he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was shockingly gentle, slow, almost thoughtful in comparison to the way he’d just fucked you. Your eyes fluttered close and you held onto the front of his shirt to steady yourself. You fumbled to match his rhythm, eventually giving up to open your mouth as Hoseok licked at you. 

He pulled away out of breath, the two of you finding yourself in the same position once again, chests heaving and both of you attempting to calm yourselves down. 

“Don’t forget about the teaser shoot in the morning, "he said, letting go of your wrist. You nodded and finally crossed the threshold of his office, letting the door softly click behind you.

There was no way for you to know that Hoseok still stood in the same spot, staring at where you’d gone through the door, while you stood just outside of it, thinking of him.

@rkiveslibrary @mar-lo-pap @likecrazy22 @iadelicacy

[always-just-red]

✭ "this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.

Would lovvveee to see this written in your style :D any lads pairing is fine with me!!

Heyyyy thank you for this, I rly needed something to sweep away the writing cobwebs!! Went for Zayne for this one, hope you enjoy! 🥰💕

(Word count: 300 | Masterlist | Soft prompt game here!)

You aren’t quite sure how to take it when Zayne holds out a smooth, dark pebble he’d plucked from the beach and slips into your hands with the addendum: “This reminded me of you”.

Your fingers are already cold, but the stone is colder: wet from the kisses of the ocean it never quite managed to be swept up by. You hold onto it tightly, regardless. Your eyes are torn between it and Zayne’s peridot gaze; he looks like he’s stepped willingly out of his depth.

“Um…” you begin, the breeze snatching at your hair, “thanks?”  

Zayne watches you, waiting. You look at the pebble again. Then him. Then the pebble. You can’t help it: a soft laugh starts to spill out of you, joining the chorus of the wind and the waves. Zayne smiles as though he’s remembered he can swim. He chuckles with you. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do! It’s… it’s… so cool. Just like me, I totally see it. The resemblance is… uncanny.”

You’re grinning, holding the pebble up by your face so Zayne can compare the two of you. You put on a stony, serious expression for a moment, trying to match the rock’s effortless stoicism. Zayne chuckles a little more deeply. “You know that isn’t what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” Your grin has returned.

“I meant…” Zayne begins, but then his words and smile falter, replaced by a soft, familiar frown. You see it often when he’s working, or conjuring excuses during a cancellation call with the dentist. Eventually, your doctor-with-an-answer-for-everything confesses: “I don’t know, actually.”

Some things aren’t meant to be dissected. With a warm hum, you lean to peck Zayne’s cheek, then thread your arm back through his, starting to drag him along the almost greyscale shore once more. The pebble is tucked into your pocket, turning your hand ever colder, but you don’t let it go.

[angelbby555]

Division problems

Summary: Mickey attempts to help his daughter with math homework but experiences the canon event of making her sob with confusion (Mickey speaking in Spanish) Word count: 1.7k

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"No mija. You have to drop the zero. Tienes que bajar el tres para abajo." Mickey's patience was close to snapping. It was 10 o'clock and he wanted to crawl into bed but his 10-year-old daughter Angelica forgot to do her math packet that consisted of division problems.

"Pero porque?" The little girl's voice cracked like she was ready to cry any minute here at the dining table.

"Because 743 dividido por 25 no da dos. Te falta un poco de proceso princesa." Fanboy yawned. Before he used to go to bed around midnight but ever since his routine mimicked his daughters, he was in bed by ten o'clock now.

Angelica's pencil eraser had reached to metal from how often she had used it that night. She started to erase 74 - 50 = 24 even though that part of the long division was correct.

"No mija, mija. No lo borres. Haci estaba bien. Nunca te dije que estaba malo." Angelica stopped erasing her work and stared up at him and her lips jutted out in a pout.

"¡Papi no te entiendo! ¡Usted no explica bien como mi maestra!" His daughter's voice came out in a high-pitched whine. When he saw the tears pooling at her dark brown eyes, Mickey felt like he was hitting his limit. He was tired and had work in the morning. Angelica wasn't understanding his long division explanation, and she still had 10 more problems left to do.

"No te quiero ver esas lágrimas o chillando." Mickey strictly spoke, on another day if he wasn't half asleep, he would have been more gentle with her. "You had todo el día to finish these problems. But you chose el último momento para terminar lo. Entonces no te quiero ver llorar."

Angelica bit her bottom lip at her father's scolding but her whole body was ready to break into heavy pants and sobs. When Mickey was younger and this same situation happened to him with his dad, Mickey remembered thinking that when he was older he wouldn't get upset about his kid not understanding math. Yet here he was experiencing a moment that almost every dad went through.

"I'm not- not- not gonna d-d-do my homework anymore w-with you." Angelica was sobbing so violently that her own words were cutting off. Mickey didn't even yell at her so bad for her to already be crying. But he hadn't realized that she was stressed out too.

"Okay, está bien. Ya nadie te va ayudar y aquí vas estar hasta la madrugada por ser irresponsable." Mickey was so tired he didn't even realize how heartbroken his daughter looked as she pinched her eyes together and wiped her tears.

At that moment the door softly opened then closed shut. You walked into the dining room wearing your blue scrubs after your shift at the hospital. After a full shift, his wife still looked gorgeous and put together. With your hair slicked back in a ponytail, and gold hoop earrings that complent your skin tone. Your eyes lively with a contagious smile.

The second Angelica saw you, she saw that as an outlet to escape this stressful last-minute math homework. Angelica pushed herself out of the wooden chair and went running to your arms. You hadn't even set your purse down before the 10-year-old arms were wrapped around your legs tightly.

"Why are you guys still awake-" When you noticed Angie's puffy eyes you turned to look at Mickey silently asking what was wrong. But Fanboy looked back at the math packet knowing he was about to be in trouble with you for accidentally making their daughter cry. "¿Ahi que paso? ¿Que te paso mamá?" His wife cooed, leaning down to wipe your daughter's tears. Mickey hated how you babied her, but he couldn't really say anything since he did feel terrible.

"¡Papi me-me-me regaño!" She violently sobbed.

"Baby I didn't even yell at her-"

"I don't want to hear it." You pointed a finger at Mickey making him shut up. Angelica sobbed into your stomach while you ran your hand soothingly on the top of her head as you peppered her black curly hair in kisses.

"No llores mí niña. Papi solo anda cansado y el ní sabe cómo divider tampoco." Your joke about Mickey not knowing how to divide which made your daughter giggle but it left him scoffing. Once Angelica had calmed down her heavy breathing, you kissed her one last time on the forehead. "Vaya te a la cama and put your pajamas on. Mañana vamos a ver qué hacemos con la tarea de mate."

"Okay mami." Angie wiped at her eyes and stiffly walked to her bedroom once you had dismissed her.

"You always gotta make me the bad guy huh?" Mickey could resist speaking up for himself, as he ran his hand through his jet-black hair.

"Well maybe if you didn't yell at her then you wouldn't have to be the bad guy." You walked closer to him.

"I wasn't yelling at her though!" Fanboy raised his voice since he was being accused yet again.

Your beautiful laugh reached his ear making him relax slightly. You placed your purse on the dining table and took a seat on his lap. Fanboy's arms instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hand forced your legs to drape over his.

"What are we gonna do?" Mickey stared up at you like you held all the answers to his problems. Before you could respond Mickey leaned forward and rested his forehead on your chest. You placed your chin on his head and one of your hands threaded your fingers through his hair.

"I think you should apologize to your daughter before she thinks about running away from home." Mickey exhaled a laugh through his nose at your comment. "We can finish these division problems for her and then tomorrow we'll have to teach her the homework until she understands."

"I'm a terrible father huh?" Mickey pressed a kiss to the top of your breast before pulling away and gazing at you. "I should have been more patient with her. Or asked if she needed help earlier this week."

"No come on papi. Lo dos lo descuidamos con preguntarle a Angelica sobre su tarea. Pero si sos un padre increíble, solo estás estresado porque necesitas tu beauty rest." Mickey laughed at your spanglish and kissed your neck once more.

"Gracias por tu consejo y palabras mami. Now I will apologize to our daughter." Mickey tapped your thigh signaling for you to get up. "Meanwhile you finish these division problems up since alguien por aquí dice que yo no se como dividir." Mickey forced you to stand up with him, making you laugh.

"That was a joke, Papi." You smirked up at him.

"It wasn't a joke before when your daughter was crying. But it is now since you have to finish those problems up now huh?" Mickey aggressively smashed his lips on your cheek, moving away from you and down the hall. "Apurate también, ya quiero irme a dormir and get my beauty sleep."

You giggled making Mickey grin from ear to ear shaking his head. When he got to Angie's bedroom he softly knocked on the white door, before pushing it open. He watched her face fall when she saw it was him entering the room instead of her mom. She was already in her small bed in her pink button up pajamas.

"¿Estás brava conmigo Angie?" His daughter didn't answer, just crossing her arms, and looking toward the wall. "Dígamelo." Mickey egged her on to talk. He took a seat on the edge of the bed as she continued the silent treatment. "Sin miedo. ¿Qué pasa?" He threw his hands out when asking but all he was met was with silence. "Okay, that's cool. No, me hables." 

Mickey stared at her wooden drawer staring at all the trinkets and shopping toys she had on her dresser. After Mickey turned to face her, his hands went to her small belly and he started to tickle his daughter trying to get her to crack. Angie arched her back and squirmed letting out a shrieking laugh. Mickey was smiling too, as she was laughing and squirming so much.

"Stop! Me voy a ser pipí." She yelped. That's when Mickey calmed the tickling down not wanting her to wet her pants. Once Angelica sighed, she furrowed her brows together again putting her angry face back on. "Todavía estoy enojada." Mickey sighed at her words.

"Baby disculpame, me fue la paciencia. I was just really tired. No fue mí intención." Mickey hand found his daughters smaller once giving it a squeeze. "No me gusta ver te llorar tampoco." Angelica blinked at him hanging on to his every word. "Listen, la próxima vez que hacemos tu tarea de división no te voy a regañar. But you have to promise me that vas a preguntarme y reclamar cuando no entiendes algo. Capish?"

It took Angelica a second to respond before she nodded her head at him.

"Capish. Te prometo." She held out her small pinkie. Mickey interlocked his pinkie with hers feeling a satisfaction settle over him. 

"¿Y mí besito?" Mickey made a kissing noise and pointed at his cheek. Angelica leaned in closer and kissed his cheek, before throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace. "Ahí qué rico mi amor." Mickey dragged out, letting himself soak up the hug from his little girl. After he let go of her Mickey tucked her in and kissed her forehead goodnight.

"Te quiero muchísimo. Y no te preocupes de la tarea de mate, tu mamá te lo va ser." Mickey laughed, kissing her forehead again goodnight. "Buenas noches mi vida."

"Buenas noches papi!" She beamed as he moved out the room, flipped the light off and gently closed the door. Mickey retreated back to the table where you sat finishing the division homework. When you looked up at him you raised a brow. Silently asking what happened.

"It's all solved now. She is not mad at me anymore." Mickey smiled and you softly applauded him. Mickey moved closer to you. Located his hand on the table and leaned down to kiss you tenderly.

"Qué lindo." You said against his mouth.

First ever Fanboy fic I've written! I wrote the Spanish by myself... so if I'm missing a few tildes I'm sorry!

[fanaticsnail]

Heartbeats

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Word Count: 3,600+

Summary: You were friends first, only ever friends; until a night of drinking led to something more. After that one night, you decided to not speak on it and remain only as close friends; an outcome you both could respect as captain and crewmate. A small fluttered heartbeat complicates such an arrangement. 

Warnings: suggestive content but sfw, law x afab!reader, kisses, drinking, assumed unrequited love, drunkenness, pregnancy mentioned, unexpected pregnancy, feelings, emotions, angst, swearing, fluff. 

Notes: This was a little gift for mother’s day. I thought it might be fun to explore the concept of Law telling his friend they’re pregnant, but conflicted because he was the one to make them this way. Please read the warnings.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @mfreedomstuff @writingmysanity @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @daydreamer-in-training @indydonuts @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here

Penguin’s birthday was an event aboard the Polar Tang that was anticipated greatly by the crew. Streamers, balloons, cake and music were flowing as heavy as the waves crashing against the hull. Not a care in the world, you all showered the dark-haired, hat-wearing man with affection and praise for his life lapping one more loop around the sun. 

And then Shachi decided to bring out the kirschwasser. The double-distilled, cherry flavored liquor that nightmares were truly made of for Captain Trafalgar D Water-Law. It was not because of the scent, nor the taste, but it was the fact that it rendered him the most defenseless and vulnerable to spilling his emotions that he was sure he had repressed. 

When Law drank kirschwasser, he remembered his mother, his father, and his sister: memories he thought he had long since forgotten came oozing up his throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a subtle glisten in his eyes. He scrunched his eyes tightly shut, gripping the glass firmly in his hand, and grinding his teeth in a tight clamp. 

When you took another shot of kirschwasser with Ikkaku, you placed down the glass with a smile on your face and a laugh on your tongue. Looking over towards your captain, you cocked your head to the side as you studied his body language. Drawing your eyes over his tense body, you excuse yourself from the rest of the crew to assess the damage he was attempting to suppress. 

Approaching him, you gently place your hand on his forearm and soften your tone to a low and soothing tone. It was one simple question, one soft and pointed ask, that had him softly fold his hand within yours and thump his forehead on your shoulder. 

“Law, are you okay?” was the only question that fell from your lips that had him curl himself against you in a soft embrace. His cup hung limply behind your back as he locked his wrists after releasing your hand. He buried himself further into your embrace, sighing deeply into your neck as you widened your eyes and drew your hands around his neck.

As friends, you and Law had shared the odd embrace from time to time in your weekly catch-ups. Bepo was usually the one that the crew sought out for more warm hugs; that mink-bear was the best for encumbering holds. This felt more intimate than any moment you had ever shared, the smooth kirschwasser releasing you of your inhibitions and giving into sharing this soft moment.

As the night dwelled on, Law never left your side. His hands were always on some part of you, ensuring you did not get too far from his reach to pull you in closer as the night went on. Once the party had reached its peak and began to dwindle into the evening, Law pulled you into the hallway adjacent to the door and pinned you to the wall. 

Lips sought out your flesh, whispers of promises and confessed desires being branded into your neck, cheeks, jaw, shoulders and chest with feverish kisses. “I need you,” he whispered, “I want you,” his hands caressed your hips and began to find the zipper of your boiler suit. 

“We said we wouldn’t,” you smiled, your own resolve being chipped away at the aid of the kirschwasser and Law’s lips trailing against your skin, “We’re friends, Captain.” He groaned against your skin, enjoying the way your hands traveled to his hair and massaged the nape of his neck. 

“Friends,” he mocked his confirmation with a soft growl in his tone, “But I need more.” He nipped and bit at your neck, prompting a small whimper to flee from your lips as you elevated your head to give him more access. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as Law’s body continued to ravish yours. You groaned in frustration at your prior agreement, shaking your head as you pulled his lips and teeth away from you. 

“Not in the hallway,” you warned him, having a moment of clarity. Your eyes darted between his, glancing down at his lips and back up. Law’s eyes darkened as he elevated his hand with his thumb, index and middle finger raised.

“Room,” he whispered, leaning in closer to you, and hovering his lips over yours. As he twisted his wrist, he murmured before his breath tickled at your parted mouth, “Shambles.”

A night of passion, littering each other with marks of claim over one another, had you both sharing the captain’s quarters for the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Blankets over your waists, gazing up at each other before you fell asleep, you felt a pitter in your heart as his amber eyes stared almost lovingly down at you. This intimate moment had you captivated, feeling his emotions and heart tangibly beat with yours.

In the morning, your heads panged with the residue of the cherry liquor. Groans of regret at drinking the quantity of kirschwasser along with other mixed drinks had the night before a distant, blissful, and foggy memory. Looking down at your bare flesh and over to your captain’s, you snapped up in shock. He cradled his head with a soft sigh, only now realizing that you were in the bed beside him as he twitched back in his own shock. Both of your eyes widened, looking between your bodies and snapping your eyes up to meet with one another’s surprised eyes. 

Rambunctious, lazy laughter fell easily from your lips, both clapping each other’s hands against each other’s shoulders and arms in friendly touches. You tugged the bedsheets away from your body and began collecting your uniform from the floor, shaking your head with a smile spread up to your cheeks.

“I’ll go get started on clean up from Penguin’s party, captain,” you suggested, pinching your brow and cradling your swirling and soupy mind, “Might stop off in your office and grab some ibuprofen and electrolytes if you’ll let me rustle through your desk?” He growled and pinched his own brow, his eyes tightly clenched shut and feeling the dizzy fog eclipse his senses. 

“Rustle away,” he whispered your name in a soft voice. As you hoisted your uniform over your hips, slotting your arms into the sleeves, he reached out for you with his hand, asking the question you had both avoided since opening your eyes, “Did you-...?” he squinted his tired eyes up at you, “Should we-...?” he choked out, shifting his blankets away from his lap and rising to his feet, “Do we need to talk about this?” 

You shook your head, reaching down and zipping up your boiler suit before rubbing your face. Smoothing your skin beneath your palms and nursing your forehead, you blow out an exasperated breath and turn back to him. 

“Let’s just not mention it, okay?” you smiled at him with a soft, tight-lipped smile, “Was a moment of weakness on both our parts.” Law nodded, trailing his eyes over you to assess your posture and stance as you added, “We’re friends, Law. I don’t think revisiting last night would be in either of our best interests.” 

Law nodded his head in response, waiting until you left his room with a soft 'click' for him to sink back onto his bed and experience the full brunt of the wind being shot out of his sails. He cradled his forehead in his hands, the inked digits raking through his hair as he dwelled on your words. ‘We’re friends, Law,’ shattered his heart into shards, his hope that you might reciprocate his affections for you being ruined with those three simple words. 

As days turned into weeks, you and Law continued on as you had always been: captain and crewmen, leader and subordinate, friend and friend. You would catch up afterhours, enjoy reading with one another and discussing ailments and woes with rapport with the crew. After Penguin’s birthday party, comradery was at an all-time high, and everybody noticed as much. 

Over the next few days, Trafalgar Law took the opportunity to do as he always does as the current wielder of the ‘Ope-Ope no mi’. He takes the small luxury of concentrating on the heartbeats of his crewmen to wordlessly check in with any irregularities with their bodies and breathing, enjoying knowing that his crew is all safe and accounted for. The crew was aware he did this, and it was something each of you appreciated greatly to avoid a formal physical examination every few weeks. As he floated his attention over to you, focussing on your body as you spoke with Bepo about approaching land, his breath was caught in his lungs.

Heartbeats.

Plural. 

He rose to his feet, his eyes wide and in shock as his lips fell open. Fear overcame him, looking down to your belly and back up to your chest. Teeth chattering, he wordlessly excused himself to the hallway and began counting with his fingers while clawing at his hair. 

“Penguins birthday,” he whispered to himself, looking down at his fingers, “Three days to travel internally up to-...” he shook his head, his hands beginning to shake, “...It’s been seven weeks since-...” he joined his other hand in his hair, raking his fingers over his raven locks. 

“...Fuck.”

After speaking with Bepo, you turn to walk towards the mess hall and begin getting yourself something to eat for lunch. You had been abnormally famished, feeling drawn to spices and sweets over salt and savories lately. Eyeing off a dark chocolate ganache tart with chili-flakes, your mouth began salivating at the thought. As you reached for it, you felt a hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“My office,” Law ordered quietly, “Now.” You snapped your head over to him before looking back to the tart longingly. He groaned, relenting with a roll of his eyes, “Bring the tart.” You beam him a wolfy grin full of teeth and joy, a smile Law has begun to yearn for each time you joined him in his office as friends. You claim the tart in your hands and, with a pep in your step, you trot along behind him to his office. 

For the short walk from the mess hall to his office, he was formulating a long speech to not only ask you if you know, but alert you if you don’t; to inform you carefully of your pregnancy, while not seeming to be overager at the prospect of you both rearing a child. He came to terms with it from the moment he sensed that small flutter. He wanted this child, wanted to parent them with you, and wanted to show it all of the love his parents, sister, and Rosinante had shown to him. 

Looking up from nibbling and enjoying the chocolate tart, you notice the tension in Law’s shoulders and additional pressure in the thud in his boots. You furrow your brows in a deep frown, unsure of what was going through his mind. Both agreeing to leave the prior experience at the door seven or so weeks ago was a mutually beneficial decision you both made. The way you rationalized it, you can’t give in to the emotions and feelings you had for your captain if you forbade yourself from sharing them with him. 

The truth of it was this: you loved him. Plain, simple, and as true as the fact the sun rose every day to illuminate the world in its glory. You started as friends, shared a drunken night together that opened a door to your heart - a door that you slammed shut as soon as it was revealed. To fall in love at sea, especially loving your captain as a subordinate, was a luxury you had both barred one another from feeling. You were friends, and you were okay with that. 

Ushering you into his office, you sat in your regular chair beside his circular table. You licked at your lips, the crumbling shell of the tart leaving a soft crust of sweetness on your mouth. Law had a whole speech finally planned out: his lips curling to attempt to relay them.

“I am so desperately in love with you. You are my closest friend, my best friend, someone I could spend the rest of my life with. I know you don’t feel the same, but considering my child is growing in your belly, I would hope that you could warm to seeing me in such a way. I want them, I want you. I love you, please learn to love me too: if not as a partner, then as a co-parent to our child.’

But instead of pouring his heart out to you, he sat at his desk and stared unblinkingly at your stomach, uttering a simple phrase with a quiet whisper of your name.

“You’re pregnant.” 

Blinking slowly, you place the half-eaten tart on the circular table in front of you, the base crumbling onto the clean countertop. You return your hands to your lap with a soft shake in your fingers. Reaching up to your abdomen, you press down on the pit of your stomach with a soft pressure. 

The Heart-Pirates had all received extensive medical degrees in specialist areas: Law being the 'surgeon of death', Shachi being an expert in fishmen biology, Penguin being an anesthetist, Bepo being proficient in naturopathic remedies, Ikkaku being the best for combat quick fixes on the battlefield, and so on. Your speciality in nursing had you explore anatomy within the midwifery sub category, your fingers settling above your uterus and using your thumb, index and middle finger assess the size of your abdominal growth. 

You looked down to your fingers, feeling the lump beneath your digging hand feel as large as a lemon in your abdomen. Using your unoccupied hand, you draw it up to your breasts and give one a gentle squeeze to test the ache in their swell. You snap your eyes up to meet with your captains, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I am,” you whisper in shock, with a quiver in your lips and your eyes pooling in fear at the unknown. You could not get a read on him, glancing between his eyes and clenching your chattering teeth tightly shut to halt their nervous twitching. Your heartbeat tremors, your eyes beginning to swim in glassy pools as you anticipated his wrath. 

Instead of wrath, Law calmly walked over to you and sat on the couch beside you. With an unsure and soft hand, he drew your body into him and cradled you against his chest. He wanted to feel you safely in his arms, his heart crying and pleading with him to confess those unspoken words to you more fervently. You circled your hands beneath his arms and buried your face in his chest, your body caged within the clutches of anxiety at the prospect of shepherding life. Law held you like this, stroking your back with his tattooed fingers and holding you firmly against himself. 

“I’m not mad,” Law whispered, soothing your hair in his hand. Your breath hitched, your heart jumping into your throat and forming a solid lump. 

“You’re not mad?” you whisper your question against his chest, looking up into his amber eyes with shock, “But what if I am?” The small twitch in his wide eyes looked down at you in shock.

“Are you?” Law’s eyes widened with his question fleeing his lips as soon as you offered yours. His teeth clenched shut, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed in anticipation. You looked away, sifting through your eyes for regrets of the night you shared seven weeks prior. 

“I don’t think I am, no,” you admit with a soft nod of your head. You untangle yourself from his arms, sitting upright and lacing your hands in front of you with a frown on your features. 

“Talk to me,” Law ordered you softly, “Tell me what’s going on in there.” He whispered your name, humming over the syllables in his soft cadence saved for quiet moments together. You inhale deeply, exhaling with your eyes scrunched shut before reopening them again.

“I suppose I need to leave, captain,” you utter with soft sorrow in your tone, thinking about all the options you’ve explore internally and processing them orally, “Give up my life at sea, make a home for myself in some coastal town, offer my services as a medical practitioner to bring in regular clients, raise the child of a pirate alone-.” 

“-No.” 

Law’s bark shocked you, prompting you to snap your eyes up to meet his frown. His left hand shot down to yours in your lap, his right hand placed on the pit of your stomach and holding over the small, barely noticeable elevation. You fluttered your eyes between his, the seriousness in his expression beginning to cause you to run away with your thoughts. 

“I will not let either of you out of my sight,” Law whispered softly, raising his right hand away from your hands and cupping your cheek, “I want you here,” he ushered you closer by your chin towards his lips, “I want you home with me.” 

“What are you saying?” you ask him, allowing him to lead your lips towards his. Your eyes dart down to them before floating up to look at him through half-hooded lashes. His soft smile twitched up at the corners. 

“You said we shouldn’t mention it,” he teased you, mostly to make light of the situation you found yourselves within, “But I’m going to say now what I would’ve said then.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, tender and loving kiss. He felt the shock in your whimper, the soft whisper of a sob in your voice, and smiled further into the kiss the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, he caressed your stomach as he raked his hand over your abdomen towards your hip. You clutched at his raven locks, finally allowing yourself to smile into the kiss and lean into his touch. His tongue darted out to dampen your bottom lip, softly coaxing you to open yourself up to him further. Before taking the kiss any further than just a simple expression, he broke away and pressed his forehead against your own.

“While I will always be your friend first,” he whispered, drawing his hand down to your chin and rubbing at your bottom lip with his thumb softly, “I want so much more from you,” he smiled at you, releasing your lip from his thumb and pinching at your chin, “I need you to know that I love you, and I want to do this right.” 

Overwhelmed with emotions, you slowly nod your head in his grip. Your wordless confirmation is all he needed to capture your lips in his once more and travel his hands to the front of your boiler suit. You gasp into his mouth, his smile morphing up more into his cheeks as he whispers. 

“Easy now, I’m not being funny,” he murmurs into the kiss, “Just need to feel for myself, alright?” His fingers reach below your boiler suit, hovering over your stomach as his lips break away from yours. He slowly, tentatively, presses down onto your abdomen and seeks out the firming ball of flesh against your cervix. He gasps, his eyes beginning to brim with emotion as you beam up at him with pride. 

“I feel them,” he whispers, looking down at your stomach, pushing a little firmly against you, “Perfect size for seven weeks gestation.” He hovers his fingers over your abdomen and activates his devil fruit to measure their fluttering beat and concentrating with his brows furrowed. After a few minutes pass, he looks back up to you, “One-thirty beats.”

“That's good,” you smile, pressing your hand against his knuckles, “Strong already for such a little lemon.” He cracks his face into a wide grin, his teeth showing and his eyes crinkling at the corners. This image was one you never thought you would see over his features, the purity of his joy fully on his face. 

Questions left unthought of and unanswered regarding the health of your child were flung from your mind. Would there be complications with this child being a half devil-fruit user, would Law’s hereditary blood disease pass from him to them, would you still be able to resist haki while balancing your own body and a foreign within you? So many questions that fled your mind the moment Law’s joy sprung to his face. 

You could be lost within his amber eyes forever, both of you feeling excited about exploring this new life growing and developing within you. Sooner or later, you would have to inform the crew of not only your new relationship, but ushering a new “Trafalgar D” into the era of piracy. For now, you lingered a little longer on Law’s couch, the chili-chocolate tart discarded for something sweeter found against the lips of your lover. 

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Epic Buddie Fic Rec | February 17th-23rd 2025

I got braces put in last week - for the second time in my life mind you! - so it's been a pretty miserable week for me 🙃 so I started a 9-1-1 rewatch to cheer me up 😄 (and because I'm in 9-1-1 withdrawal, only 10 days to go!!!!)

I also want to rec a 9-1-1 rewatch podcast I've been listening to, Tales From the 118! They don't have a tumblr so I'll just link to their first episode. I've really been enjoying it!

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love bite by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Werewolf Eddie, Established Buddie | 1,8K | Mature):

“It’s okay, Eddie.” Buck soothes, “This is okay. You’re allowed to give into these instincts. There’s nothing wrong with it. You can bite me all over if you want.”

just hold on until the sun comes up tomorrow by thelikesofus/ @thelikesofus (Post-S4E14: Survivors | 2K | Teen):

“Buck,” Eddie says Buck’s name like a promise, like a prayer. “You're having nightmares and I'm not sleeping. If we're both going to be awake all night we might as well be awake together.” OR Why should either of them have to face the darkness alone when they have each other?

Love Language by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Getting Together | 4K | Teen):

When Eddie reluctantly reveals he can speak Swedish, Buck ends up learning a lot more about him than he bargained for.

i wanna feel you from the inside by shortndiaz (Vampire Buck, PWP, S3 | 4K | Explicit):

Starts with ‘wanna go for the title?’ and ends in some blood and sex

Eddie 2.0 by bellabrady (Eddie Moves to Texas | 5K | Not Rated):

Or: After Eddie moves to Texas, Buck adopts a stray cat and names it Eddie.

🔥 The Great Valentine's Day Debacle of 2025 by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Valentine's Day, Getting Together | 5K | General):

Eddie books a couples Valentine’s Day weekend for him and Buck. Except they’re not together. Eddie is an idiot.

tell me that you'll never let me go by farfromthstars/ @farfromthstars (Eddie Goes To Texas, Getting Together | 5K | Teen):

From the apartment, he calls Buck, who picks up after two rings. “Hey, did you make it okay?” Eddie leans back against the pillows on his bed and closes his eyes, wishing he was at home on his couch with Buck next to him. Or that Buck was here with him, at least. “Yeah, just got back from my parents’, actually.” “How’d it go?” Buck asks. His voice is warm, even through the phone. “Did Chris talk to you?” “A little bit,” Eddie says, and allows himself a smile. “Buck, he– he hugged me and told me he missed me. Of course, then he remembered that he was mad at me, but for a minute–” “That’s– that’s awesome, Eddie,” Buck says. “Hey, uh, I gotta run, but keep me posted, okay?” “Sure,” Eddie says, confused at being cut off so quickly. “What are you d–” But Buck has hung up already. ~ Eddie goes to Texas. Buck is being weird. It only takes them both five days to crack.

this life that we make by farfromthstars/ @doeeyeseddie (Post-S8E8: Wannabes | 5K | Teen):

Eddie stares at his bottle of beer and grits his teeth. He has to go, he knows it’s the right thing. He’s going to go. Why does he want Buck to ask him to stay so badly? “Why did you never ask me to stay?” Buck makes a sound, a mix of a hiss and a hiccup, and when Eddie turns to look at him, he suddenly looks as if he’s in pain. “Eddie, I–,” Buck rubs his hands on his thighs. “Did you want me to?” “I want you to be honest with me,” Eddie says. “And I guess I hope you’re not actually this…unbothered by my leaving.”

🔥TRUST! by pairofraggedclaws (PWP, Quarantine | 8K | Explicit):

“I get used to it, I guess. Kind of. After a while,” Eddie says. Then, very quietly, “I’m just, uh, sensitive.” “Oh,” Buck says. Eddie's just sensitive. Eddie, his best friend, who he has now seen when he comes. Who comes in under a minute if he isn’t getting some on the regs. This is – this is – interesting. * Love and premature ejaculation.

Good Job! by pretty_boy_buckley (Post-S8A, Getting Together | 8K | Mature):

Buck begins giving Eddie little star stickers to encourage him, Eddie really loves them

I don't wanna miss you like this by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Eddie Moves To Texas, Love Letters | 9K | Teen):

Once he was home—or, as Chris puts it, back in his stupid, shitty apartment, he sat down, poured himself a drink—then another, once he downed the first—took out his laptop, and started to type. It was surprisingly easy, once the alcohol hit his bloodstream, to write it out. To put himself in the mindset of someone who loved Buck and couldn’t keep it inside anymore. Eddie Diaz was living in El Paso—miles away from his best friend who needed him, struggling to cross the invisible distance his son was keeping from him. There was no quick fix for either—but he was working on it. And in the meantime, he could do something to help Buck feel better from afar.

I lose my feet in my father's shoes by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Chris Coming Home | 12K | Teen):

Just as Eddie is planning to move to El Paso, Chris gets into a fight at school, and Helena and Ramon decide they've had enough, sending Chris home.

The Pieces of You (I Carry With Me) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Getting Together | 12K | Teen):

Eddie makes Buck a baby box and chickens out of giving it to him, leaving it in his closet for years and trying his hardest to forget about it, and what it might mean. Until Buck is helping Eddie pack for his move to El Paso and happens to find it.

disappearing into the distance by bucksclipboard/ @endofthedaymp3 (Eddie Comes Back From Texas, Getting Together | 16K | Teen):

Eddie wasn’t sure why he and Maddie weren’t close. It was strange, considering her little brother was the most important person in his life. Still, when the door opened, tight hugs were exchanged and cheerful welcome homes rang in his ears. “Does Bobby know? I gotta call Bobby!”, Chimney yelled. “Could you wait a minute?”, Eddie interjected. His eyes darted between them for a moment and landed on Chim, deciding he was his best bet. “Maybe first explain to me why I went to see Buck and his loft was empty. Am I missing something? Did he move?” or: eddie comes back from texas – only to find that buck has left los angeles

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🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 16/? | 96K | Explicit):

In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path

🔥 Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun by ohstars/ @oh-stars (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck | 13? | 58K | Teen):

Buck doesn't mean to keep secrets from everyone, but he also can't talk about the pain he experiences on a day to day basis. With his nine-year-old living across the country and his custody limited to one monthly visit, Buck doesn't know how to share this part of himself. How does he tell his team of six years that he's had a kid this whole time? How does he tell his sister? How does he tell his Edd-- best friend? It's fine. The universe isn't going to give him a choice in the matter when the worst thing imaginable becomes his reality.

Podfic

🔥 [Podfic] Paralytic Narcolepsy Guy Hates Buckley & Diaz by oRóisín (oKathleen) // fic by eightpackdiaz (Outsider POV, Canon, Getting Together | 30-45min | Teen):

Paralytic Narcolepsy Guy is forced to listen to Buckley and Diaz talk to and about each other in his unconscious presence over the years. He insists he fucking hates them. But then he also accidentally helps them get engaged.

[purple-obsidian]

Heyyyyy pookieeee-i saw your Jason todd fic and wanted to ask,what do you think he will be like teaching his gf how to drive?

(Because nobody in my freaking life taught me how to drive yet so I have to sit like a duck and wait for someone to pick me up when I wanna go somewhere pleaseeee let me drivee-)

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⭓ fluff isn't my normal cup of tea. but for you, pookie, i can make an exception ;) sorry this took a while to answer, hope you don't mind i made this specific to driving a motorcycle. that's just what felt right when i was meditating on this prompt so i went with it. enjoy.

"Jason, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You second guessing me, princess?"

"Yeah, maybe I am. I could kill us!"

Jason scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "You think I would let that happen? Ever?" With cocky grin, Jason walks over and stares down at you, noting the apprehension on your face. "Remember the day we met? You told me you had a bucket list. Things you wanted to do before you died."

"Yeah, I only told you that because I thought I was going to die. You rescued me. I got plenty of time now, I don't have to learn how to drive tonight. Its already dark." You reach your hand up reflexively to rest against his chest as he gets closer. Its a habit of yours. You always find yourself drawn to the steady beating of his heart. Its grounding, and you need some of that right now.

"The road is well lit. We're miles from the outskirts of Gotham, no traffic out here. Just you and me, baby. Why not now?" His large hand rests over yours, pressing it more firmly against his chest. His heart is beating slow and steady, and his piercing green eyes are filled with admiration. "You and I both know that every day we have together is precious. Why wait to do the things you wanna do? Besides, I'd feel better knowing my girl can drive my bike if she needs to."

Jason knows you too well, calling you his girl like that makes you feel weak in the knees. Your own heart beats faster as you break your gaze away from your boyfriend smiling down at you, looking over at the motorcycle he brought you here on. For some reason, it looks more intimidating than it did a few minutes ago. You swallow the lump in your throat before looking back at him. "I'm nervous."

"I know." He states matter-of-factly. Of course he knows, he can read you like a book.

"I've literally never driven anything before. Like ever. I haven't even-"

"Shhh." Jason's hand leaves yours and cups your face gently. His other hand is on your waist, keeping you close. "You don't have to be good at it right away. I don't expect you to be. But you're smart. And you're perceptive. And I know after a little practice, you'll get more confident. I won't let us crash, baby, promise."

Jason really does know you too well. He can see the rebuttal forming on your lips before he finishes speaking. So he leans down to kiss it away before you can verbally express your doubts. The tinge of frustration you feel at being cut off isn't enough to keep you mind from turning to mush from the kiss. His lips are so warm, his breath tastes like spearmint, and his touch gives you butterflies.

But the kiss ends all too quickly. You know he cut it short it on purpose, not wanting your brain to turn off completely before you try and drive for the first time. "Sorry, babygirl, can't give you too much. How could you drive if you're all drunk from my kisses? Hm?"

He runs his fingers through your hair, taking in how cute you look when you're speechless. A moment later, Jason releases his hold on you and turns towards his bike, walking to it with a bit of pep in his step and smugness in his grin, leaving you stammering for a second as you try and string together a coherent thought.

"F-fuck you, Jason." You say after a moment. He always knows how to shut me up.

"I love you too." He grabs his helmet and puts it on before tossing you yours. It's an easy catch, but you're still giving him a dirty look.

"Why did we have to do driving first?" You grumble, accepting your defeat. "Pretty sure seeing the pyramids was also on my bucket list. Along with an abundance of other fun things, like riding in a helicopter, or swimming with dolphins. Or what about joining the mile high club? I'd think that one would be your first priority."

Jason is beaming, watching you put your helmet on and get ready to ride. Even as you scowl at him and mutter complaints, his heart melts at how easily you folded. All it took was a kiss. He always gets his way. He knows you can't say no to him. Jason Todd has you wrapped around his finger, and the vigilante couldn't be any happier about it. He looks you up and down to admire your body before replying, "Stick with me, princess, and I'll make all your dreams come true." He promises. "One at a time. I'll show you the pyramids. I'll fuck you in a plane. But first…"

He grabs you by your waist with both hands and effortlessly lifts you up off the ground to set you down on the seat of his bike. You yelp in surprise, quickly grabbing his hands to steady yourself. "First, you gotta be brave and learn how to ride your boyfriend's bike."

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[agarsett]

In regards to King's mistreatment of Lancer... (+ perspectives on how dark worlds work based on who makes the dark fountain)

I've seen a few people on here talk about how it feels like King's neglect (and possible abuse) of Lancer seems to be getting swept under the rug, and I wanna add something to the conversation that I haven't seen a lot of people mention.

First off, no, I am NOT going to be trying to justify King's actions. Quite the opposite, in fact!

I WILL be talking about chapters three and four below the cut, so be warned!

Ralsei mentions something about how Lighteners can be sort of "reborn" in dark worlds, but only if the memory of the deceased is strong and vivid enough in the mind of the Dark Fountain creator.

(This immediately made me think that Alvin was the one to open the Dark Fountain in the church, but that's not what this post is about.)

Because of this, I belive that whoever opens the Dark Fountain has a heavy impact on the Dark World, which is backed by how Susie's Dark World was different from whoever made it before she did, down to the colors and everything.

(Which, by the way, everything being flipped in Susie's Dark World could be symbolic for Kris' and Susie's different goals? Seeing as Kris is trying to keep both us and Susie out of the Shelter and we're trying to get in.)

So, if the creator has a heavy impact on the Dark World, what does this mean for King and Lancer?

Well! If you remember Tenna's words, apparently King, Queen, and Tenna were all in possession of the Holidays and the Dreemurrs once, with them playing with the cards and laptop, maybe while watching TV?

So, if King, Queen, and Tenna were all influenced by being around the two families for so long, it means that they could have seen the downfall and splitting of the two families.

King: represents neglect (emotional and physical), with not caring what Lancer is up to and not bothering to make sure he eats, leaving Roulxs to feed him worms and three glasses of milk for dinner.

This COULD be mirroring how either Kris or Noelle didn't feel cared for enough, especially Kris during their parents' divorce and Asriel leaving for collage, I can see them feeling neglected and abandoned.

As for Noelle? She prefers to stand outside her house's gate rather than bother her mom at work. Sure, being the mayor is important, but Carol already lost one child, what has she done to cause Noelle to prefer standing outside for hours instead of asking for the gate key? (My theory is emotional abuse or emotional neglect. "I shouldn't bother mom at work, she's doing important things and I can stand outside for a while" even when your mother is supposed to be one of the two people you should be able to rely on as a kid to keep you safe and warm.)

Queen: represents forcing a kid to do something you yourself believe will help them, without asking for their input. She tries forcing Noelle to open another Dark Fountain, believing that it is what SHE wants, believing it's what will make Noelle happy, even when Queen herself had never asked Noelle herself what she wanted.

I don't currently have any ideas on what this could mean for Noelle (besides imagining that it's similar to what's happening between Carol and Noelle), but I DO have an idea for how it could relate to Kris.

As we saw in chapter four, Kris and Carol are working together, presumably with the Knight. I believe that one, Kris had a hand in Dess' dissappearence, and two, Carol is trying to being Dess back via the Knight (what with how powerful they're said to be, and how similar the Knight is to Dess) and is manipulating Kris into helping her with that.

(This is probably due to grief. Not saying it's okay, of course! Kris is a kid! I'm merely explaining what could be happening, regardless of if it's right or not.)

As I've seen other people theorize, Kris could have possibly gotten their knife from Carol, hinting that the two were super close before everything. If Kris DID have something to do with Dess' dissappearence, then I could imagine them running to Carol and explaining everything, and Carol, in turn, made them promise to her that they'd do everything in their power to get Dess back. Possibly believing that doing so will absolve Kris of their guilt?

Tenna: represents the fallout of everything. The distractions kids use to ignore their surroundings, though no matter how bright the screen is, no matter how loud the volume is, it can never fully drown out the dread of KNOWING there's another fight happening.

This applies mainly to Kris; just pay attention to Tenna's dialog during the third board(?), it's pretty obvious.

Maybe it applies to Noelle as well, but I can't think of anything at the moment.

All in all, this doesn't excuse anyone's actions, of course it doesn't. But it could shed some light on the story, on what's going on in the world of Deltarune.

I believe that all of this is building up to something huge, something that deals with parental neglect and abuse, and the Dark World bosses are simply a reflection of that abuse. I don't think Toby would just ignore that, especially since it's such a big theme.

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Dabi finds you knocked out in an alley at the end of your patrol. You're pretty, so he decides to keep you.

Pairing: Dabi/Hero Fem Reader

Content Warning: Noncon/Dubcon, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Bondage. Spanking, Cunnilingus, Choking, Self Deprecation, Victim Blaming, Degradation, Mind Break, No use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: We're switching it now! :D

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You groan when you come to, head pounding as a dull ache pulses across your body. You attempt to move your arm to your head, to at least try to ease the pain there.

Except, you can't move your arm.

What the fuck?

Tugging harder, your eyes snap open to find that your arms are restrained above your head in tight ropes. They dig into the soft skin of your arms, creating harsh red lines as you thrash in your restraints.

Your eyes quickly scan around the room, finding it unfamiliar. Though the room is dark, you can vaguely make out a bed in the corner of the room, with plain sheets covering it, and a small wooden dresser next to it. Other than that, the room is bare.

You try to stand properly, to plant your feet firmly, but the position of your arms doesn't allow for more than the tips of your toes to touch the floor. You shiver as the cool air causes goosebumps to rise across your skin. At some point, your clothes had been removed, leaving you in only your underwear.

You try to remember what the hell happened and how you ended up here... you remember being on patrol, and stopping a mugging, the victim running for safety. Then a thud and pain as your vision blurred while the mugger lifted your head, makimg you look into piercing, golden eyes and everything goes foggy after that. You believe he made his escape after that, and you think you vaguely remember another pair of piercing eyes on you; a pretty blue.

But then you let out a soft curse as you remember that it was at the end of your patrol, and no one would really know something is wrong until the next day, because you already signed out on your comms; the mugging just happened to occur right after that, on your way home, and it's not like you could just let it happen.

Fuck.

You grunt in annoyance, panic beginning to bubble up in your chest. Who the hell kidnapped you and what did they want? The numerous senarios flashes through your mind, none of them pleasant as you're both a Hero and woman.

Neither of those things were a good thing to be when kidnapped, but together is worse, especially when you can't use your quirk for whatever reason.

They probably injected you with supressants......

Just as you were about to try to pull on the rope again, the door to the room slammed open, smacking harshly against the wall. You flinch at the sudden sound, and the fluorescent light that floods the room after a sharp click, sensitive eyes shutting at the brightness.

And as much as you tried not to, you felt a trickle of fear go down your spine as you shook.

Get it together!, you mentaly reprimand yourself.

You try to activate your quirk again, in vain, you know, and as expected, nothing happened. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Finally awake, I see. You tryna use your quirk, Sweetheart? Cute~." a husky voice coos mockingly; menacingly. You squint your eyes open, narrowing them at the figure as they shut the door behind them, before strolling further into the room.

"Don't bother tryin', Dolly. I injected you with enough quirk cancellin' serum to last....a while." His grin is sharp and dangerous, and you supress a whimper at now knowing just who has you captive.

Tall, healthy skin contrasting against the dark burn scars, secured by silver staples, and tousled midnight hair falling over pretty cerulean eyes...

The villain Dabi.

You've been captured by the League of Villains, and no one has any way of knowing, especially not for a while.

Fuck.

As much as you fear your situation and fate, you refuse to show it, glaring at the villain, waiting for his next move, which just makes him smile wider staples tugging at the edges. You need to be ready for anything... there's obviously a reason they brought you here, right? But you had not an inkling of what it could be, because you've never actually interacted with any of them, only knowing who Dabi is because of his prolific rapsheet and defining looks.

It's hard to miss the scars, obviously.

You silently debate with yourself on whether or not to just ask, before deciding why not. It's not like it would actually change your situation.

"Why did the League take me? I've never had anything to do with you..." you ask warily, eyes trained on the villain as he stalks closer.

Now standing directly in front of your bound figure, his smirk softens. He grabs your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks teasingly, turning your head side to side, inspecting, making you freeze, your eyes wide on him.

"I did."

You almost didn't catch his murmured words, but when they process, it just confuses you even more.

"What?"

Piercing, azure eyes meet yours, hot and calculating.

You stare back helplessly into the villains eyes, as he says, "I took you. The League has nothin' to do with this." His voice low, thumb rubbing at your cheek, as he tilts his head. "They don't even know you're here."

Your heart rate quickens, because you don't know if that's better or worse.

"T-Then why—" You silently curse yourself for letting the nervous stutter slip, but you're quickly distracted.

You get your answer.

He releases his hold on your face to slide the hand down to tilt your chin up gently, his middle finger stroking over a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, as the other hand brushes up your side, ghosting over the skin there, and he breathes, gaze locked on yours, "You're fuckin' gorgeous, Sweetheart. I just had to have you." Your lips part in shock as your breath hitches.

Ah. He's crazy.

You don't want to be here, you want to be home, curled up warm and happy in the softness of your bed.

Fear washes over you, cold and consuming, and you have to blink away the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes

Because Dabi's lips curl into a smirk as he his eyes drag over your shivering frame, squirming in the ropes that still hold you suspended from the ceiling.

The hand on your chin releases to slide down, over your throat to your chest as he cups your breast through your bra, the other hand sliding down your side, toying with the waistband of your panties.

You gasp at the touch, desperately trying to move away from the hot hands violating your skin.

"N-no, no, get a-away from me." you say shakily. You're confused, frightened, and worried about what's going to happen to you.

This can't be happening.

Dabi laughs, soot tinted and condescending, quirking an eyebrow at you. His lips curl into a playful smirk as he gropes at your breast before grabbing your hips in both hands, pulling your suspended body flush against his, burying his face in your neck, rough scars and staples grazinging your skin.

And oh, you could feel the thick, hard bulge on your leg as he presses his thigh up against your core. You immediately start struggling against your restraints.

"No, no no no—"

Dabi sighs against your pulse, mismatched lips grazing the skin there

"Shut the fuck up, little hero." he murmurs, his hips moving against you as he slides you to do the same, grinding you on his thigh. You whimper at the friction, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Hah" his hot breath on your skin raises goosebumps where it hits,

Why, why, why—

Without warning, you drop; the scent of something burning wafts through the air and you realize it's the rope.

Before you have a chance to recover, Dabi drags you over to the bed by the short piece of rope like a leash, forcing you to stumble your way after him. He throws you roughly down onto the hard mattress, securing your hands to the head board with thick handcuffs after burning away the rest of the rope.

You choke on a sob as you struggle to get away from him. Looming over you, he burns away the straps of your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side, before heated hands are roaming and groping your flesh reverantly, familiarizing himself with your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

You clamp your lips shut, but he just squeezes your cheeks to pry it open, tongue slipping in, licking into your mouth.

In a last ditch show of defiance, you bite down on the muscle, hard, the coppery taste of blood painting your tongue.

He pulls away with a curse, glaring up at you with a sharp coldness as he chuckles darkly, and with the blood trickling down the side of his mouth, he looks like the deranged villain you know him to be.

Wiping up the trail of blood with his thumb, he looks at the crimson staining his skin with amusement, before popping it into his mouth, sucking it off, and pulling it out with a wet pop. "Looks like you need some discipline, hm?" He hums, pulling away.

Before you can fully process what he means, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing your arms to cross awkwardly and uncomfortably, before gripping the waistband of your panties on both sides and tugging; his blunt nails dragging lightly over your skin as he pulls it over the swell of your ass, and down and off your legs.

And you shake, as your last piece of flimsy modesty is stripped from you and thrown carelessly to the side somewhere.

Where is everyone? Why hadn't they come to save you yet? How long had you even actually been missing for?

The thought is immediately cut off as Dabi lands a sharp smack to the exposed flesh of your ass cheeks.

Shocked, you gasp at the sting, pleading, "No, please, d-don't—!" Helpless against the villain, you whimper as he kneads and squeezes your ass, soothing the sting, decietfully gentle and placating, before your vision blurs as he lands another harsh smack against the soft flesh, followed quickly by another. Then another. Then another.

You sob pitifully, body convulsing in an attempt to escape Dabi's stinging touch; the sensitive skin turning such a lovely red.

Your breath hitches as you're suddenly flipped back over onto your back, and then Dabi is on you; looming over and surrounding you, face close enough to yours to feel his breath fanning against your lips, and you're not sure when he got rid of his shirt, but the heat wafting off of him is almost suffocating.

"Learned your lesson?" He smiles expectantly, sarcastically, and you just continue you sob.

"If you don't shut up, I'll have to fuckin' gag you." Dabi's voice is a harsh whisper, and you're viciously reminded that this man could turn the whole room into an inferno within seconds, turn you to ash in less. Though, he doesn't need to because his eyes are the same color as his flames and you already feel like you're being burned alive with them trained on you.

He grabs your face and growls, commanding, "Behave.", and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before slipping in, and this time you let him, but you don't kiss back, though he doesn't seem to care.

You whimper when his hands wrap around your thighs, hot and firm as he forces them open, slotting himself between your legs, and he licks the sound out of your mouth.

He explores you warm mouth like he's trying to memorize it, kissing you stupid, and you're breathless by the time he's done. He eases down your chest, mouthing and licking and sucking at your bare tits, hot tongue playing with your nipples; the metal of his piercing was an overwhelming surprise to the sensitive buds, before moving back up the column of your throat. And you can't help but whine as scarred hands roam your thighs and up your sides, salty tears rolling pitifully down your cheeks, as you try and fail to calm your sniffling.

Though, when he speaks again, you shiver in more than just fear.

"Mm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, voice velvet, breath hot. "You'd love to be gagged and choked, like the sweet little whore I know you are, hm?"

Something between a mix of shock and shame wracks through you, as arousal pools in your stomach at his words.

No.

No, you can not be turned on right now. Fucking hell, Dabi is a man, a villain, who kidnapped you, for fucks sake, and now he's using your body as he sees fit. Nothing about this is okay.

And yet.

And yet, warmth creeps up your neck and cheeks as your pussy weeps, clenching around nothing.

In your dazed, shocked arousal, you don't notice what was coming until it's too late, as Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, before crashing your lips together in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth yet again. He sucks on your bottom lip, biting into the plush flesh as a sharp smack against your inner thigh makes you jolt in surprise.

"I asked you a fuckin' question, slut. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Dabi's eyes are sadistic, wolfish smirk on his lips.

You tremble, your body warm all over as shame washes over you. You could still feel the sting of his slap to your thigh, could see the skin reddening and the bruises already forming along your chest.

A sharp squeeze to your thigh, much too close to your heat makes you squeak.

"N-no, no, I—"

His thumb brushes through the folds of your pussy, to your clit, as he bites down on the junction of your neck, forcing a moaning squeal out of you.

"No? Why're you so fuckin' wet then, hm slut?" He growls into your throat as he licks and sucks and bites at the sensitive skin there, rubbing his thumb against your nub, making you leak.

Your breathing picks up as you tug on your bindings in an attempt to distract yourself as you try oh so desperately to contain your noises, to not react.

And then you feel his thumb petting over your entrance, making you gasp and shake your head pleadingly as the thick digit slips in. You thrash and pull at the cuffs locking you in place, as the reality of your situation truly sets in.

"No, no. please, don't- I don't want—mmf!" You plead, getting cut off by a large hand cupping over your mouth. You try to scream and thrash against it, but he's too strong. As you feel the thick thumb pumping in and out of you, easily because of your slick, you sob, beginning to accept what's going to happen.

Your body would react to his touches, to the stimulation, it's only natural...but this is wrong.

So, so wrong.

But it feels so, so good.

You wail at the thought, feeling dirty and ashamed of yourself; too distracted to notice when Dabi pulls the thumb out, popping it into his mouth, groaning at your taste, before reaching to the side, and the dresser. You don't notice anything, until Dabi squeezes your cheeks, holding you still and forcing your mouth open. You make a pitiful, confused sound and he makes a show of making sure you see your panties in his hand, before he stuffs it into your mouth. You scream into the cloth, thrashing, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. Dabi just presses his fingers tighter into your cheeks, slamming your head back against the bed roughly. It of course doesn't hurt, but it does distract you long enough for him to cover your stuffed mouth with a thick strip of tape.

You scream against the gag, shaking your head, eyes wide; begging.

"I fuckin' warned you to shut up. No use in your pathetic beggin', baby, you belong to me, now." Dabi cooed, mocking; tapping your cheek condescendingly, before scarred hands are fondling and groping, pinching and squeezing, wherever they wander on your writhing body.

You sob as he roughly palms your tits, sucking bruises into your flesh, your tears flowing freely, eyes glassy and clear. Gorgeous. Licking up the salty tear track on your cheek, he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you cry, Sweetheart. Be a good girl, and let me make you feel good, yeah?", pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye.

And he will. He knows you want this, you just don't know it yet. Don't worry, he'll make sure to show you.

Swiping his pointer and middle finger across your other wet cheek, gathering your tears, he strokes your wet cunt with them, before slipping the two long fingers into you in one slow push. You scream, and you don't know whether it's out of despair or desire, but you couldn't deny that as fucked up as it is, Dabi fucking your literal tears into you was one of the hottest things ever, your cunt pulsing at just the thought of it.

Dabi groans as you cry on his fingers, barely giving you a second to breathe as they're dragging along your walls and crooking deep, before he's sliding it back out, and pumping into the tight warmth again and again.

Leaning forward, he places a kiss against your gag, before trailing kisses and nips down your throat, chest and stomach as he bullies a third finger in. You reflexively clench around him when he kisses your mound, the stretch making you breathe sharply, before he throws your leg over his shoulder; pressing the tip of his scalding tongue against your clit, rubbing in circles, then slipping in, beside his fingers.

And your brain blanks.

You give in. It's not like anything is gonna change anytime soon, so, well. Why not enjoy it.

Besides, if you say you've never at least thought the villain was hot, no pun intended, you're lying to yourself.

So, you let go.

Even with the acceptance, you feel embarrassment and self loathing flood through you, as you keen, high and needy, as you grind down on him, shoving your pussy further into his face, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue, which....was a very pleasant surprise for Dabi. After all, he's the oh so, big, bad, scary villain that kidnapped you; that's violating you.

Yet here you are, grinding and moaning against him, like a needy little slut.

Pumping his fingers roughly, his other hand digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh, he groans against you,"Fuck, not complainin' so much now, hm?", dragging blunt nails along your sensitive skin and his hot tongue up your clit. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fuck the thoughts right outta that pretty little head."

You moan lowly as your pussy pulses around his fingers, helplessly leaking at his words.

"Shit, Sweetheart. You're swallowin' my fingers so fuckin' good. Can't wait to feel you 'round my cock.", he breathes, hot breath hitting your swollen clit, pressing one last kiss to it before pulling away; your hips involuntarily jumping to chase his hot mouth, the cuffs rattling against the headboard.

Dabi smirks, his eyes wide, huffing out a laugh of disbelief, as you whine at the loss of contact, before pressing hot kisses along your hip bone, muttering into the skin there. "You're really just a little whore, aren't you? Actin' all innocent earlier like you didn't want it," he says mockingly, but you can hear the underlying awe in his voice, before he curls his fingers, twisting them, as he makes his way up your abdomen and chest; and he continues, "but really, you're just a little cockslut, huh?"

You moan loudly into the gag at that, but shake your head rapidly, denying it even as you know deep down that it's true; as you both know it to be true.

It becomes even more clear when he drills you with his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit, and you're a mess beneath him; writhing and moaning, and crying and grinding as he brutally nudges against that sweet spot inside of you; all while he peppers open mouthed kisses along your chest, taking his time, tasting your skin, sucking and nipping at your pearled nipples, his tongue hot and slick on you.

You moan and whimper into your gag, head lolling back to hide behind your raised arm at the continued the abuse to your sensitive buds and cunt.

And then they're suddenly taken away, as he releases your tit with a wet pop and withdraws his fingers with a squelch.

Your hips twitch and lift from the bed, chasing him in a silent, desperate plea for more. Dabi could see your stretched hole, clenching on nothing as it just wants to be filled.

He's more than happy to oblige.

"Aww you want me to fuck you, baby? Shit, look at you. Fuckin' needy, mm? Done pretendin' you weren't desperate for me to stuff you?", he teases, hungry eyes betraying his calm demeanor. You tremble, feeling so empty, as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're already so cute, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself when I have you cryin' on my cock, Dolly." He groans, palming himself through his pants, as you wiggle your hips enticingly, legs spread and your puffy pussy on show for him.

And Dabi laughs, breathy and fond, "Slut. Fuck, c'mere." He says, the sound of his belt unbuckling and hitting the floor with a clang just makes you somehow gush more.

You look down in anticipation as scarred hands grip your thighs, holding them spread. Your cunt throbs at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, long and so fucking hard; precum beading at the tip.

He grips his length, tapping his sticky cock head against your clit, dragging through your folds, coating it in your juices.

"Relax for me, sweetheart, don't wanna break you, hm?" He purrs, before pushing the thick mushroom head inside lightly, making you whimper.

Dabi's grin is predatory as he slides in all at once, in one slow drag, impaling you on his fat cock. He groans at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him so obediently, "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me, sweetheart."

Your eyes wide and glossy, you couldn't help but moan at his words, at the delicious stretch, at the hunger in his eyes.

His thickness stretches you so good, almost painfully, but you could take it.

You were his good girl now, he would make you take it.

But you don't really have much of a choice now, do you?

You choke on a sob, body shaking and hands clenched into tight fists where they rest in the cuffs. Because the thought should bring nothing but disgust and fear, yet all you feel now is shameful want, as your pussy tightens around him, gushing.

"Haah, you take me so good. Mm, such a good girl, c'mon..." He mumbles, grinding deeper and deeper into you, his hips flush against you.

Your whimper is sweet even muffled by the gag, and Dabi's composure slips.

He pulls back before shoving back into you roughly, making you sharply breathe. Not giving you any time to catch your breath, he thrusts deep into your tight hole, snapping his hips mercilessly. A scarred hand grips at your tit, the other bouncing and swaying lewdly with every brutal thrust. The gag muffles your cries and whimpers, but the scream you let out when he hits your sweet spot is still loud.

You grind down to meet his thrusts, pleasure completely taking over as all rational thoughts are fucked out of you; unable to think of anything but the way his cock feels, stirring up your insides, reaching so deep you swear you could feel it in your stomach, and the single-minded need for more.

Dabi moans, slowing his thrusts, admiring the way your hips roll sinfully, bouncing yourself on the villain's cock. "Fuck, pretty little slut...", he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you're bein' honest, hm?" His hand gropes and pinches your breast, as he licks his lips, eyes trained on you.

When he took you, he certainly hadn't expected that you'd be such an eager slut, but he's definitely not complaining.

You whine, the shallow, uneven thrusts, making you needy for more, faster, deeper, as you rhythymically clench around him.

Releasing your breast, he wraps the heated hand around the expanse of your throat, squeezing lightly, feeling your quick pulse beneath his fingers as he rolls his hips to meet yours, slow and deep.

You moan and choke behind your gag, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Dabi smirks cruelly, finally speeding up his delicious thrusts; your body forced to move further up the bed with the speed and strength, and he just drags you back down to take it, your little display of hedonistic pleasure inciting him.

A whimper escapes you as you feel the warm coil of pleasure spread through you, you're so close. Your thighs shake, your moans spilling in a sweet mixture of pleasure and pleading.

"Fuck, look at you. Gettin' fucked by a big, bad villain and you fuckin' like it. Your little Hero friends know you're such a goddamn whore?" Dabi grunts out, cock hitting your sweet spot so, so good, fucking you so, so deep, as he pummels your insides, giving your throat another squeeze.

You let out a choked, sobbing moan, back arching from the bed as you feel yourself just on the edge of your release. You look up at Dabi pleadingly, eyes pretty and glossy, wide and blown out, almost completely black with lust; your chest heaving as your cunt pulses around him.

"You wanna cum, little hero? Squeezing me like you wanna milk me." Dabi groans, hips beginning to stutter.

You nod frantically, eyes wide and begging, tears streaming down your cheeks, moaning desperately against your gag; the panties soaked with your spit and drool.

"Yeah? Fuck, you want my cum, baby? Shit, do it. Cum for me, slut." Dabi moans, pistoning into you, muttering, "Wanna see it, wanna see you fall apart on my cock"

The pleasure burns.

Back arching off the bed, toes curling, you cum with a scream; clamping down on his cock as you gush and squirt around him, your eyes rolling back; vision going white.

Dabi fucks you through your orgasm as he chases his own, growling, "That's it baby, fuck. I'll fill you up real good, and if it spills, I'll just fuck it back in. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Your pussy squelches loudly, his thighs smacking wetly against yours as Dabi continues fucking you, frantic in his desperation to paint your insides with his cum.

The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sight of you cumming from just his cock was enough to push him completely over the edge with a moaning curse. Buried as deeply as he could be inside of you, hips flushed and grinding against yours, his thick, hot cum pumps into you, marking you from the inside as his; branding you and filling you up.

He collapses on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, not pulling out just yet; keeping you full and plugged. Chests rising and falling in heavy pants, you bask in the afterglow of what was probably the best orgasm you've ever had.

He gently removes your gag and unlocks the cuffs, freeing your hands, rubbing soothingly at the irritated skin of your wrists, pressing light kisses to the sensitive skin, before trailing his lips up your arm, over your shoulder and throat, to your own.

The kiss is slow, languid and savouring, and you moan softly into his mouth as he licks into yours.

He groans softly, before kissing down your throat, breathing out a short, hot laugh against the myriad of bruises littering your neck and mumbling against your skin, "Fuck, I can't let you go after that. I'm keepin' you, gonna take care of you, and if you don't love me now, I'll just have to teach you, I promise, Sweetheart. You'll be my perfect little cock sleeve.", nuzzling into you.

The words don't match his saccharine tone as they send a trickle of fear down your spine at the dark promise, but the fog of arousal clouds your mind, and you slump back against the sheets as he looms over you, eyes piercing through you.

You feel his hips begin to roll against you again as he grinds into your abused cunt, making you gasp.

He grins. He'll fuck you until you're gaping and dripping with his cum, cock branding his name into your sweet spot and he'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.

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[itsmeyaspider]

Under the devils eye~

Yandere Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Triggers: Yandere behaviour, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping

The crackling of the flames is the only noise to be heard in this godforsaken room. You can't remember how long you've been locked in this room. Has it been days, weeks or months? The room, the prince regent put you in was filled with things you used to love in your childhood. Oil paintings of long-dead queens and kings adorn the otherwise blank wall. A green, silky carpet lies on the floor, the bed where you spent your childhood, before everything escalated, still stands there as it once did. The red-black blanket embroidered with the three-headed dragon, your mother's sigil, reminds you of your family. Are they doing well? Do they know you're here? Does your mother even care about you, or are you just another figure in this brutal war?

Thoughts about your family possibly hating you, or worse, seeing you as a traitor, halls in your mind every god damn second. You wanted to end this damn war, after all, far too many good people have already died. But this naive, foolish thought brought you into this helpless situation. Now you are a prisoner of war, a valuable pawn for your uncles. All because you thought that you and your now dead dragon could save the world. What kind of fool am I?!

Your (e/c) eyes gaze into the blazing flames, it is almost like, as if the flames want to tell you a story. But you are not in the condition to perceive it. For days you have refused to eat, let alone speak a single word to your uncle. Why should you? He killed your beloved dragon, (d/n), and then captured you. It would probably have been better if you had died on that dark day, so you could have been with your beloved brother. Finally, united as siblings again. By the seven gods, you miss Lucerys so much. Your poor, little brother, killed by the man who locked you in this empty room. Is this just another game for him? Probably.

But Aemond had always been like that, you just couldn´t believe it, you should have listened to your brothers and your mother...God damn it! When you were still children, you even stood up for Aemond. Another idiotic thing you did. You were against your own brothers, just to scream at them, that they should stop harassing him. At the time, Aemond and you were inseparable. Probably because you both knew the feeling of not being seen by anyone. Constantly standing in the shadows of your brothers and sisters, never being spoken to by anyone... Yes, everything was different back then, better. Who would have thought that everything, what you used to love, shatters into thousands of pieces. It was like a beautiful glass shattering after falling to the ground.

Caught up in your own melachonic thoughts, you don't notice that a certain someone has entered the room. You are still sitting on your bed, your gaze never turning away from the flames. It is almost hypnotizing. The loud creaking of the door being closed pulls you out of your thoughts. The gentle footsteps coming slowly but surely towards you tell you that it wasn't a servant who usually brought you a meal. No, they would have imediatly left your room by now.

Your instinct told you who had entered the room, you didn't need a Maester to put one and one together. "Why? Why are you keeping me as a prisoner here, Aemond?" you sigh out, it's a wonder that you can get a word out. The Targaryen came with every step closer to you and your already fragile form. He reaches out his hand, as he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look him into his eye. For a moment, you thought you could see a spark of obsession reflecting in it. His thumb brushing almost careful your cheek, something what almost made you want to throw up. "Because you are meant to be mine, (Y/n)." he whispers, as he continues to speak. "If you would be a good girl for me, and be obedient, I will even let you go outside, with my supervision of course. Wouldn´t want you to escape." A small, evil smirk graces his lips, as he strokes your (h/c) hair, twirling it in his fingers.

The Targaryen gives you a little kiss on your forehead, his smile never leaving his lips. "We have been destined for each other since our childhood. You will learn to love your new life, just as you will learn to love me, (Y/n)." His words sound more like a command than a simple plead, something that shocked you even more. A cold shiver runs through your body, something that makes your whole body covered in goose bumps. "You killed my brother. I will never love you Aemond, you are a monster, nothing more than that! My mother will come and take her throne and then-" But before you can continue to speak, you feel a searing pain on your cheek. You hear the sound of a loud slap, and before you can say anything else - let alone do anything about it - the prince grabs your (h/c) hair. "Your brother was a little brat, he deserved to die. If you don´t learn to hold your tongue, I will take a knife and make sure your pretty face, won´t be that pretty anymore. Do you understand me, (Y/n)?" His voice becomes dangerous, colder, with every single word.

You had hit a sore spot, that was clear, but you didn´t know that he would react so extremly. The pain in your cheek starts to glow, everything in you wants to get away from here as quickly as possible. Even if the chances of escape were very slim, you couldn't stay here any longer. Aemond was a monster, who impris you for his own selfish desires. "I asked you if you understood me. I hate to repeat myself." You immediately nod at his raging words, not daring to say another word. After all, you didn't want to make him angrier than he already is. By the seven gods, how are you supposed to survive this? Satisfied, the prince takes a few steps back, as his eye pierces you. "Now, you´re going to be a good girl and obey...or there will be consequences."

[neocitylights]

SCREENTIME — a call d short story

“It’s just weird not having you here. I didn’t think it’d feel so… empty.” GENRE: Romance, fluff, non-idol au WORD COUNT: 2.3k NOTES: An update on our duo graduated in downbadism for each other! It can be read as a standalone but it references a few things from the main story. Please let me know what you think! It’s gonna make my day!

Barbie 7:14PM I miss you ☹️

Haechan’s phone buzzes with your incoming text as soon as he steps into the hotel room, immediately making him grin at the screen despite his exhaustion.

After a long day of tedious networking—with people he isn’t particularly interested in beyond business—he’d managed to escape Johnny’s invitation for dinner in a fancy restaurant in the city to return to the hotel instead, planning to crash your morning with a video call to see you.

You’ve always joked that he had both impeccable and terrible timing, though today his ability seems to be serving you.

7:15PM Oh my 😀😀😀😀😀 Is my baby missing me???? You aren’t supposed to be up yet What time is it over there now?

Barbie 7:15PM It’s 5am here Are you at the hotel already?

7:16PM Just got to my room Are you okay? Why are you up so early?? Don’t you have today off?

Barbie 7:16PM I do I just woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore Can I see you please? I’ll facetime 

7:16PM My baby wants to see me??? 😀😀

The text’s marking read when a picture of you takes over the screen, a smile tugging at his mouth as Haechan accepts your call, sinking into an armchair by the window of his room. 

As your face appears, he can’t help chuckling fondly at the sight—bundled up in a blanket, your sleepy eyes immediately beam upon seeing him. The room’s still dark save from the dim light from a lampshade, his heart skipping with a few familiar details around you. 

“Hi, Barbie,” he greets animatedly, curious eyes squinting at the screen. “Are you at my apartment?”

A hint of bashfulness takes over your face as you smile back, nodding at him. “Yeah.”

“You look so cozy,” Haechan teases, smiling mischievously upon noticing the extra pillows around his bed. “Are you missing me so badly that you need to sleep at my place?”

With a huff that sounds more playful than anything, you shoot him an eye-roll. “You’re so annoying,” you answer, the quiet voice lacking the bite from your words. “Did you have a long day? You look a little tired.”

“You know I hate this kind of thing.” Haechan exhales a half-hearted laugh, running a hand through his hair. “If it wasn’t for Johnny, I’d be just around talking to the artists instead.”

You hum softly, smiling at his complaint. “Sounds like you.”

As he brings the phone closer to his face, Haechan raises a curious eyebrow at you, back to his playful self. “So… how’s everything over there? Are you taking good care of my plants?”

“They should be my plants since they’re only still alive because of me,” you argue, a smile soon following your half-hearted huff. “Alia’s still going crazy over the wedding plans, your mom asked me out for lunch earlier this week, work’s still work… same as always.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw the pictures of your date with Mrs. Lee,” he jokes, chuckling as you confusedly stare at him for a second. “She told me you were going out together, so I asked her for pictures. I’ll tell you that she did not disappoint me.”

“Oh my God, is that why she took so many pictures of me?” You frown, visibly surprised at the twist. “It felt like I was shooting for a magazine or something.”

Haechan grins, offering you a coy wink. “I made a new album in my gallery just for them.”

“You haven’t told me how’s the hotel yet,” you start, purposefully disregarding him with a hint of a smile on your face. “Is the city still the same as you remember?”

“The hotel is fine, just boring,” he complains, taking a glance around the place as if to suddenly find anything interesting. “I haven’t seen much of the city, though. My mom probably has an entire schedule planned to go as soon as she lands.”

“That’s so cute,” you reply, adjusting under the blankets with a soft laugh. “She does seem really excited about it. She couldn’t stop talking about the last time you guys visited your family at our lunch date.”

The conversation pauses for a second as Haechan lets himself watch you, holding back a smile at the little peek at your pajamas—a t-shirt that’s been missing from his closet for a good few months. Though as something suddenly moves underneath the blanket, seemingly walking right beside you, his face immediately shifts to a puzzled frown. 

Haechan shifts on his seat, eyes squinting for a second time. “Do you have something to tell me, Barbie?”

That’s all it takes for a pair of fluffy ears to slip out, followed by a rather loud protest at the screen before a white and brown-ish cat climbs over you, settling comfortably on your chest as Haechan watches in a mix of bewilderment and adoration. 

You glance at the camera for a second, biting your lip. “Surprise?”

“We have a cat?!” he asks dumbfounded, laughing in disbelief as his eyes shift between both of you. “Do we suddenly have a cat now?”

Giggling at his reaction, the cat suddenly meows on your chest, bothered by the movement. “It’s not ours, Hyuckie,” you explain, fingers carefully running through the fluff. “It’s Yangyang’s cat. His name is Coco.”

Haechan huffs playfully, shaking his head. “Well, it’s not Yangyang’s anymore.”

Moving the camera to a better angle, you snort when noticing him taking a screenshot. “He had a family emergency but his roommates aren’t in town, so he texted me asking if I could take Coco for the weekend.”

With a hum, Haechan furrows his eyebrows at the cat through the screen. “So Coco will spend the entire weekend with you at my place?” he asks, suddenly letting out a dramatic sigh at your nod. “It’s really tough seeing someone else living your dream.”

“Stop,” you counter, holding back a laugh at his antics. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No.” He shakes his head, looking around for the hotel’s menu. “I’ll order some if you stay with me.”

As both of you exchange idle chit-chat about the trip, Haechan orders his dinner with yours and Coco’s company, soon moving to the table with the phone propped in front of him. With the food’s aroma spreading through the room, a happy groan escapes from his mouth, almost making him forget the attentive audience of two on the other side of the screen. 

Amused at the delight on his face, you can’t help chuckling. “Did I make a good choice?”

“You make the greatest choices always, baby,” he says, already between a mouthful when Coco meows again. “Yeah, yeah, you too.”

The silence stretches for a second too long as Haechan finishes the meal, the lively mood of your little comments fading into a quiet, sudden pause. Though neither of you are usually bothered by these moments, something in the way you’re watching him makes Haechan pause. 

“Uh-oh, it looks like you’re thinking too much,” he starts, smiling softly despite the tip of worry lacing his voice. “What’s wrong, Barbie?”

You hesitate for a moment, sighing quietly before speaking. “It’s just weird not having you here. I didn’t think it’d feel so… empty.”

As he clutches his chest theatrically, Haechan slumps into the chair with a groan. “Is my baby really missing me?” he taunts, the attempt to draw a laugh out of you succeeding upon your giggle. “You could’ve come with me, I told you I’d sneak you into our meetings.”

More playful than anything, you give him an incredulous glance. “I told you I have a job.”

“That’s just details, Barbie.” He shrugs, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. “You know Mrs. Lee wouldn’t mind giving you a few days, right?”

“Well, she did ask me why I didn’t go with you…” you confess, the tone of your voice subtly changing to a teasing one. “You probably wouldn’t get any work done with me around, so it’s probably for the best.”

As he stops a protest short at your glare, Haechan nods solemnly instead, feigning defeat. “Ok, fine, maybe you’re right,” he admits, suddenly grinning as realization clicks in his eyes. “Oh, I got some stuff for you, by the way!”

You let out a half-hearted groan, watching fondly as he disappears into the hotel room. “What did I say, Hyuckie?”

“To not get you anything,” Haechan calls aloud, an edge of playful offense laced to his voice. “That’s the lamest thing you’ve ever asked me, baby. I’m not going home to you empty-handed.”

It only takes a moment for him to return to the screen again, leaving you visibly stunned while he juggles a ridiculous number of shopping bags into the frame. The rustling sound makes you laugh, bothering Coco enough that he meows grudgingly, moving to nestle himself against a pillow instead.

“Hyuck, what the hell?” you exclaim, bringing the phone closer as if to get a better look. “How is all of that fitting in your luggage, baby?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet,” he answers casually, a grin instantly growing on his face upon spotting a specific bag, one of the biggest ones around him. “Oh, you’re gonna love this one—close your eyes for me, hm?”

Raising a suspicious eyebrow, you resist a smile by biting your lips. “Why should I?”

Giving the camera a knowing look, Haechan huffs mischievously, shaking his head at you through the screen. “You’re usually really good at obeying my orders.”

You scoff indignantly, visibly flustered at his words despite the annoyance. “You are with mine too!”

“I’m a good boy,” he agrees nonchalantly, your astonishment earning a smirk out of him. “Come on, Barbie, close them.”

With a small sigh, you oblige, squeezing your eyes shut. “Donghyuck, if you’re playing a prank on me—” 

“Shhh, no talking,” Haechan interrupts, eagerly pulling the gifts from the bag before holding them closer to the phone. “Okay, open now!”

A hand immediately flies to your mouth as you gasp, taking in the sight of the two cute bears taking over the screen of your phone—behind Rilakkuma and Korilakkuma, Haechan can’t help laughing at your reaction. 

“Oh my God, Hyuckie!” you start, eyes alight as a wide smile grows on your face. “They’re so cute! How’d you know I wanted them?”

He shrugs, though his grin gives away a hint of satisfaction. “I actually listen to my girlfriend like a good boyfriend should do.”

“You are the best,” you mumble, voice softening as a pout forms on your lips. “I love you.”

“You do, don’t you?” Haechan teases instead, ignoring the warmth spreading over his neck by shuffling through the shopping bags again. “You’re gonna love me even more with this one.”

As he holds it out, your jaw immediately drops at the designer name on the bright, startlingly pink bag in his hands. “You got me a Barbie bag?!”

“Obviously,” he says, mockingly serious as he nods solemnly. “I’ll receive my gratifications in the form of kisses and cuddles.”

You giggle, fondly shaking your head at his words. “I’ll kiss you for as long as you want,” you promise, holding the phone closer to your face as Haechan sets the plushies next to him. “They look a little bit like us.”

“They do, don’t they?” Haechan agrees, snorting a laugh with a look at the pair. “Mark said the same thing. He said I should’ve picked out matching outfits for them too.”

“Oh my God, we are absolutely doing that,” you beam, giving him a mock look of determination. “Rilakkuma and Korilakkuma need proper clothes as representatives of our relationship.”

He nods through the screen, visibly amused by your excitement. “Anything for you, baby.”

You chuckle sheepishly at the words, the sound warm and easy despite a subtle mood change as the moment draws for a second too long. There’s a pause as both of you just look at each other through the screen, charged with unspoken feelings. 

“So… what’s your plans for tomorrow?” you ask, breaking the quiet with a lighter tone. “More boring meetings?”

“You should’ve come with me,” Haechan grumbles again, wrinkling his nose before leaning closer to the screen, as if to tell you a secret. “There’s still time, baby. Just say the word and I’ll book a flight right now.”

“You’re insane.” You shake your head, laughing for the nth time at how serious he sounds. “As much I’d love to, one of us needs to be the normal person in this relationship.”

Noting the hints of sunlight already slipping through the curtains at his place, Haechan watches you stretch under the blankets, a yawn escaping from your mouth just as he glimpses at the clock on the wall of his hotel room. 

“You should take a nap,” he murmurs, smiling as the cat beside you mimics your motion on his pillow. “Coco seems to be filling my spot well, huh?”

“I have a feeling that he’d hate you,” you joke, playfully narrowing your eyes at Coco. “It took a few hours for him to warm up to me after Yangyang left.”

Haechan chuckles, his eyes softening the longer he watches the screen. “Hey, I miss you too, alright?” he says, gently taunting you. “How many more days until I’m back?”

“Ten,” you reply instantly, timidly avoiding his gaze for a second. “Not that I’m counting or anything.”

He grins, tilting his head with a click of his tongue. “Sure you’re not, Barbie.”

“I should let you go,” you sigh, coming off a little reluctant despite your firm nod. “It’s getting late for you and I have to set up Coco’s breakfast soon.”

With a hum, Haechan leans towards the camera with a hand over his ear. “How many more days?”

Despite a half-hearted eye-roll, you sound nothing but sweet as your voice drops to a whisper. “Ten, Hyuckie.”

“That’s right,” he says, his smile softening into something warmer, almost with a reverent touch. “I love you, hm?”

A smile spreads across your face, nodding through the screen one last time. “I love you too.” 

9:54PM [attachment] Here’s your tickets baby 😘 You fly out Monday morning Barbie 9:54PM DONGHYUCK WHAT???

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[flaresemily]

ᑲᥲ𝗍 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝓍 ñêglꢆ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 4

𝔹𝕪 : 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

𝕹𝖊𝖟𝖚𝖐𝖔 ᒪᓍᓍᖽᐸᗩᒪᓰᖽᐸᘿ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 (ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ)

It's midnight now. They all wear their ‘uniform' for demon slayer as sensei said.

“Here each one of you take this wisteria poison, use it only when in danger” is what sensei advice them which they nodded.

An hour later

“Ugh why did we leave y/n? Can't we just hurry up? This box is heavy!” Damian complained while adjusting the box handle(?). 

“Relax demon spawn, we just need to find the demon and kill it.” Jason replies while patting the box. 

Shuffle shuffle

He heard a soft shuffling sound inside. He just stared at it. “Meh” he shrugged.

A few hours later 

They finally found a traditional house. When they knock no one's there. Dick being the oldest got voted out to check on it. Using his Nightwing skill. He jumped and landed on the rooftop inside the house. It was filled with blood everywhere. Dick covers his nose because of the smell.

Tim slowly pushes open the door. Jason gets ready with his gun. He put his katana on him.

Then suddenly Damian fell inside a dark void. 

“Damia—-” before Dick can reach out Damian already falls deeper.

Half an hour later

Damian stood alone in the clearing, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor.

He was bleeding—from his shoulder, his side, and a shallow slash along his jaw—but his sword remained steady in his hands. Across from him stood three demons. Identical. Snarling. Mocking.

“I don’t need backup,” Damian growled to himself, narrowing his eyes. “I am enough.”

He lunged first, slicing through one demon—only to have it vanish like mist. Another struck from the side. He blocked just in time but stumbled. A third demon roared from behind, claws raised—

And then—

CRACK!

The wooden box on his back exploded outward in a blur of motion and splinters.

A figure burst from the wreckage—you. Scarred free on your face.

Small. Barefoot. Eyes glowing faintly. A muzzle over your mouth. You launched through the air and slammed into the demon with monstrous strength, sending it flying back into a tree with a sickening crunch.

Damian rolled, staggered to his feet, sword still raised—but stopped cold.

You crouched in front of him like a shield, low to the ground, growling softly, eyes locked on the recovering demons.

“…There’s someone inside the box?” Damian blinked. His grip on the sword tightened. “Who are you?”

You glanced back at him.

Silent.

Still.

The muzzle clamped your voice down, but the emotion in your eyes flickered—apology? Worry? Fear?

Then—

You turned back to the ‘shattered’ box. Which almost get shattered.

And quietly climbed back inside.

“…Tch.”

Before Damian could react further, a figure crashed down beside him—Jason, firing off demon-suppressant rounds from custom-modified pistols.

“Little D, you good? Thought I saw you almost get skewered,” he called, voice laced with concern.

“I had it under control,” Damian snapped, never taking his eyes off the demons.

“Sure,” said Tim, flipping down beside him from a tree branch. “That box of yours just so happened to come with a demon girl guard dog?” Tim saw how the unknown girl came out from the box

“She’s not a demon,” Damian snapped. “She saved me.”

Then Dick landed behind him with an acrobatic flip, eyes flicking to the shattered box, then to Damian’s tense posture. “So… wanna explain why you’re carrying a muzzled girl in a box?”

Damian looked away.

“She’s… mine. Sensei give her to me remember”

The others blinked.

Jason raised a brow. “Yours?”

“I don’t know who she is,” Damian muttered. “But she saved me. That’s enough for now.”

“…Creepy,” Tim muttered.

“Suspicious,” Jason added.

“But kind of adorable,” Dick said with a grin.

The demons shrieked and regrouped—but this time, it was four vigilantes standing between them and their prey. And one girl in a broken box, watching from the shadows.

And Damian—glancing back over his shoulder at you—stood just a little taller.

He had backup now.

From blood.

From family.

And from you.

And only if he knew it was you [name]

Next day 

All fours of them fell asleep as soon as their body hit the pillow. Turns out another demon attacks them luckily it's a new turn demon so they haven't yet discovered their blood demon arts thus making them easy to kill.

As the morning comes. Damian being the one who wakes up first and walks toward the box. He knocks on it and hears some shuffling inside. Then he noticed that the ‘door’ was not locked so he quickly opened it. 

Inside, a small girl is sleeping peacefully. She's hugging her own knees. Damian just smiled at her. Then, the little girl opens her eyes and stares at Damian. Her pink eyes stare at him. Damian feels a sense of deja vu when he looks at her. 

“What's your name?” He asked her. She looks at him and looks around for something to write. Damian searches for some paper and a pen then hands it to her. She took it and wrote. 

“O/n? That's your name? Damian ask while looking at the name

O/n = other name/fake names/nickname

“Nice to meet you? Did sensei know about this? I mean you inside this wooden box?” she nodded. 

“That's good then let's eat. And why the muzzle” Damian reaches for the muzzle and to get his hand slapped away by her. 

“Sorry” 

“mmhmmhm” (you're welcome) 

Thus, Damian leaves her inside his room and goes down stairs to eat dinner with his siblings. They were laughing and talking while you heard them from upstairs. 

Luckily her new look doesn't get recognized by Damian. Her eyes started to get teary and she cried. The muzzle stopped her from making much noise but we can still hear the sobbing sounds. 

Downstairs, all the boys and Bruce along with y/n were talking to each other about their daytime activities. Alfred serves them their breakfast. Dick making some jokes. Jason commented how down it was. Tim just observing and laughing along. Damian gives them some snarky comments. Y/n being their ‘precious’ sister smiles along with them but her smile doesn't reach her ears. 

But instead her eyes glow blue for a second before returning to normal when she laughs along with them. 

Why does her eyes glow? Who is O/n? Is she a threat? Where's [name]? Is she safe? Who is sensei once again. What does he want? If only they knew her reflection doesn't reflect a girl but a man.

 

🦇 🦇🦇🦇🦇

ʙʏ : 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 :

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Trafalgar Law X F Reader - Do Barmaids Belong with Pirates?

Here's that Law fic I promised, got another Zoro one coming later this week! Enjoy friends!

Summary: It’s the morning after a night of fun with a pirate captain who frequented the bar you work at. Only you realize you’re still on his submarine, and they already left town.

Warnings: morning after sex fic, both reader and Trafalgar Law are drugged with an aphrodisiac, intimacy is implied to have happened but nothing explicit is stated, angst, fluff at the end

WC: 1841

You wake up with a groan, your head pounding from one too many drinks last night. You expect to see sunlight streaming through a window, but you find yourself in a cool, dark room. There’s a chill in the air as you realize you don’t have your clothes on. You get up and fumble for a light switch, just to see that you are still on the Polar Tang, and metal walls surround you. Memories of last night come flooding back, and you recall some of what happened.

Trafalgar Law and his crew had come by your bar again, ready to unwind with a round of drinks. Every time he visited your island, you felt his eyes staring at you wherever you went, but you never tried to say anything. A pirate captain of his caliber was not someone you wanted to mess with. His crew had been goading him into asking you out, apparently he had a thing for you, not that you ever would have known. He was a very attractive man, but a barmaid from a small island had no business being with a man like him. Still, you were friendly with him and his crew, a little flirty even, and after your shift ended they invited you to join them.

Someone had shoved a drink in both yours and Law’s hands, and you both downed them without question. That’s where everything gets fuzzy. You remember feeling heated, and you could no longer keep your eyes off Law. He was feeling the same. You recalled walking back towards his submarine, and after that it goes a bit blank. You scrunch your face in concentration, trying to remember any small detail, but you can’t. It’s at this point you see that your clothes are in a pile on the floor and you scramble to put them on. You put two and two together and figure that the two of you must have had sex, and he just left you to find your own way off his ship. Pulling the door open, you make your way towards the closest sound of voices.

As you step out into what appears to be the control room, you feel all eyes shoot to you, and a collective “oh shit” is shared among the crew.

“D-does Law know you’re here?” someone asked.

“I… I don’t really know,” you answered. “I don’t even know what happened last night after I boarded the sub. Everything’s foggy.”

“Well we better find out quickly, because we left port over an hour ago!” they exclaimed.

“What!?” you shouted.

Suddenly a strong presence was felt, and you turned timidly to see that Trafalgar Law had entered the room. “What’s with all the commotion?” he demanded. He scanned the room, eyes landing on you and widening in realization. You were still on his ship. He had meant to wake you up when he did, but he had an urgent matter to attend to, and he completely forgot you were there.

“Shit,” he groaned. “This cannot be happening right now.” He walked over to you and pulled you aside. “Look, I don’t know what happened last night, but I suspect someone on my crew used a lust potion on us. I’m sorry, but we’re on a tight schedule to get somewhere so we can’t turn around to drop you off. You’ll have to stay on board until we can get to another island and book you passage back to your home.”

“Uh, okay, that’s fine… I guess…” you said quietly. You were too flustered to argue or demand he take you back now. And what’s this about a lust potion? How long would you be stuck on his ship?

“Since this is mine and my crew’s fault, we’ll provide room and board, and we’ll figure out passage back to your island when we can,” he explained.

You could only nod your head before he whipped around to his crew and began scolding them. “Who the hell put a lust potion in our drinks last night?” he demanded.

“I-it was me, c-captain.,” someone stammered. “But we all had the idea! We know you’ve had your eyes on her for a while now but you refused to say anything to her. S-so we decided to take matters into our own hands.”

“Did any of you stop to consider whether or not my feelings were reciprocated?” Law sighed, rubbing his temples. “Or did you just assume she felt the same way.”

The same way? So he does have feelings for me, you thought to yourself.

“I.. well, she was being pretty flirty with you, so we assumed she did,” someone else answered.

“She’s a barmaid! It’s her job to be flirty! Especially with pirate captains who might have a lot of money,” Law explained.

You were left standing there awkwardly, not sure if you should leave the room or not. It seemed clear that Law did at one point express feelings for you. And while it was true that you were flirty with all the men at the bar (you had to make a living somehow, can they blame you?) you always felt it was different with Law. Still, you weren’t dumb enough to think there was anything special going on. Every interaction was a transaction, and you knew it. Or at least you thought you did. If Law had feelings for you, should you say something?

You cleared your throat and eyes turned to you again, and it was almost like Law forgot you were there a second time. “Fuck, sorry,” Law said quickly. “Bepo will get you set up with somewhere to sleep, and find you a change of clothes.” With that he quickly stormed out of the room, and you were left standing there awkwardly again.

“Sorry about all this,” the Mink you would come to know as Bepo spoke up. “C’mon, let’s get your stuff sorted out.” The two of you left the control room, down a long hallway as he pushed open the door to a small room with a bed in the corner. It wasn’t much, but it would do. “This is just a spare room, but it should suit your needs for now. There’s a change of clothes on the bed, but they might not fit you.”

“That’s okay, I can make do,” you assured. Stepping into the room, you quickly shut the door and peeled yesterdays clothes off. A shower would have been nice, but given the circumstances you won’t complain. You put on the spare clothes, just a plain gray shirt and some long black pants, but they fit you well enough. As you exited the room, you saw that Bepo was waiting for you.

“How about I give you a quick tour of the sub?” he offered. “Then we can get some food.”

“Sounds good to me!” you agreed. He led you along the sub, pointing out areas you could go, and the ones you were strictly to avoid.

“This is Captain Law’s office. Definitely don’t want to go in there,” he cautioned. “Honestly, it might be best if you just avoid him for now.”

“Yeah, he seems like he could use some space…” you nodded in agreement. As you turned to walk away, the door to Law’s office swung open and he stepped out. You squeaked and shrunk back, not wanting to be near him until you had sorted out your feelings, and not sure if he was still pissed off from earlier.

“Ah, there you are, would you mind stepping into my office for a chat?” he asked calmly. You nodded, and stepped into his office nervously. He called out a thanks to Bepo and shut the door, strolling over to his desk. He motioned for you to sit in the chair opposite him, and feeling as though you had no choice, you sat. Taking in your surroundings, you noticed his office was immaculately kept, neat stacks of papers in piles around the room, and several filing cabinets with a variety of labels, several indicating they contained medical records of his crew. “Now, to discuss a plan for getting you back to-”

“Do you like me?” you blurted out. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you realized what you just said.

“Why would you ask me that?” Law questioned. “We really need to get back to-”

“Just answer the damn question, Law,” you demanded. “Please. I know what I heard...”

He frowned, clearly you were not willing to back down from this. Figuring truth was the best option, he answered. “Yes, I’ve found myself drawn to you. Every time my crew and I visit the island, I can’t help but go to the bar you work at. Something about you catches my eye. Does that answer your question?” Now his own face is flushing. He certainly didn’t want to say any of this stuff to you, despite its truth, but he was between a rock and a hard place with nowhere else to go.

“Y-yes, it does,” you reply. “Why did you never tell me?

“Because what would a barmaid want with a pirate?” he answers dryly. “Besides, you have plenty of men who come and go, you can always find someone else.”

“Oh…” you said softly. “I never wanted to tell you anything either, because what would a pirate want with a barmaid? You have plenty of other islands to go to, you can always find someone else.” You looked down at your feet, wishing you were anywhere but here.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “I could find someone else. But I don’t want someone else.” He stood up now, walking out from behind the desk and over to you. You stood up too, looking up at him nervously.

“W-who do you want then?” you whispered. You swallowed thickly, anticipating his response. You wouldn’t believe it until you heard it from his mouth.

“You, obviously,” he chuckled. He brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek, and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a soft kiss. You were surprised, you never would have expected this, but you quickly reciprocated the kiss, deepening it. Moments later, you heard cheers coming from the doorway to his office, and you both pulled back with a startled laugh.

“I guess this saves you the trouble of telling your crew?” you offered.

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to look at it.” he sighed. He would have to have a talk with his crew later about the importance of privacy. But that could wait.

“So, about that passage back to my island…” you began. “Is it too late to change my mind?”

“Of course not,” Law reassured. “I think it’ll be nice having you on the sub.”

“It sure will!” Bepo cheered. He ran in to pull the two of you into a big bear hug. You let out a squeal at the surprise hug, but you smiled big. You thought barmaids didn’t belong with pirates, but maybe this once, she could.

[chaiifluuf]

Go kitty go! — d. osamu

synopsis. coming across a lonely kitten by the streets doesn’t happen everyday and it would be a crime not to take it home with you

content. gn!reader, ada!reader, fluff with extra fluff, reader likes cats(i love them okay.), established relationship, lowercase

notes. got this silly idea one day out of nowhere hehe, also thank you for all the love on my last fic! i really appreciate it <3 hope you enjoy !

meow!

suddenly you heard a high pitched cry and could identify it immediately. it was a cat. you stop in your tracks and turn your head around to the source of the noise. in a rather dark alleyway by the dumpster you notice a small kitty with a black coat and white paws. your heart melted in a second. why was there a kitten alone here, especially in this part of the city?  

“hey…” you speak out with a gentle tone, slowly crouching down so you could be more on the same level as the young feline. and to your satisfaction, it carefully started to make its way to you, seeming interested in you. with a smile you reach your hand out and invite the kitty to smell your hand, hoping that by doing so it will know that you won’t harm it. 

the black cat curiously sniffs the tips of your fingers before nuzzling your hand and letting out a small meow again. god you forgot how cute the sound of a kitten can be. you lightly stroke its back and you can’t believe how soft the fur is. you start to wonder how it ended up here. did it run away from home? was it a stray from the beginning? but then the coat wouldn’t be so clean and fluffy. or maybe someone kicked the kitten out or abandoned it? you really hope that’s not the case because who would do that to such an innocent creature.

the cat enjoys your affection quite a lot as it keeps rubbing itself against your legs. you stand up again as you remember you should really get home now. you’ve been dealing with a case for almost the whole day, leaving your poor boyfriend all alone for so long as dazai would describe it while you were about to leave in the morning. it was already hard enough to get out of bed since he would just not let go of you and pull you right back into the sheets with him, softly whining into your ear.

though now you were done with work, planning to return home. the kitty let out another cry and you knew you couldn’t just leave it here. who knows what might happen if you were to leave it alone here. 

and so you made up your mind to take it with you for the meantime and then later decide what to do next. you pick the animal up and continue walking, never before anticipating to encounter something like this but you were definitely not complaining.

•••

dazai is quietly laid down on the couch as he reads the book he always reads. it started out okay but overtime he has gotten bored of even reading that as time seems to go slower than usual. truth to be told, dazai just wanted you to come back, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself. it was awfully quiet in the house, and ultimately there was just nothing particular to do.

he sighed, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. dazai would have gladly come along with you but you insisted you wouldn’t take long and told him to go back to sleep as it was a little early in the morning when you had to leave. funny how you think he’d be able to normally sleep without you there. the amount of times dazai has thought about wanting to stay in bed with you for as long as even a day, cuddling and resting together, just you and him. even if you two wouldn’t be doing anything productive, he would still enjoy it to the fullest.

the sound of keys jingling and a door opening brought him back to reality. his face immediately lit up as he sat up straight, looking towards the front door, already excited to see your face. 

“my love! you’re finally back, how— …oh?”

as soon as you were in his view, he noticed something small in your hands. it took him less than a second to realise what that was.

“well as you can see.. i came home with some company today. look how adorable it is!” you tell him with a big smile while keeping the creature in your arms and rubbing its head with your thumb. the cat looks around curiously, examining the room.

dazai, for the first time in a while, was dumbfounded. he knew about your liking to cats but he never expected you to simply come back with one. 

“…you found a kitten?” he says unsurely as he stares at the kitty with slight confusion, trying to make sense of the situation.

“yeah, on the streets. i couldn’t possibly just leave it there when it came to me,” you speak with a soft tone and slowly put the kitten down so it could move freely. dazai watched the cat as it let out another meow. he blinked and turned back to you.

“surely you’re not planning to keep it right? someone might be looking for it,” he points out although he thinks his heart skipped a beat when he saw the pure look of adoration in your eyes. the overall image of happiness on you made his chest feel warmer.

you nod. “i know. however for the time being we can take some care of it, can’t we?” you say with a hopeful look, moving to sit down next to him and also helping the kitty to join you two as it followed you around.

“look I know you aren’t fond of dogs but i've never heard you say anything bad about cats,” you mention, slightly leaning on him as you wonder about his opinion on cats. 

he lets out a low hum, wrapping one of his arms around you and giving you a small kiss on your temple before responding calmly. “i don’t have anything against cats as long as they don’t attack me out of nowhere.”

you seemed pleased with his answer. “exactly! i’m sure that this cutie here is no problem at all,” a slight chuckle leaves your lips as you feel the black kitty between you and him lightly lick your finger, not used to the sensation of its rough tongue.

dazai’s grin grows a little. “are you talking about yourself?~” he teased, using that flirtatious tone of his. and of course he didn’t miss that pink tint that raised to your cheeks right after saying that. 

“‘samu! you know what I was talking about,” you tell him, and you can feel your cheeks burn a little. you should’ve honestly seen that one coming but oh well. he has always been too good at making comments like this to get you all flustered.

before he could respond, the kitten started meowing again, only slightly louder this time. both you and dazai are caught off guard by that. you blink in surprise. “what’s wrong?” your tone is softer, trying to figure out what’s going on as you stroke its back. 

“maybe it’s hungry?” dazai guesses since if the kitty has been a stray for some time then it must be hungry.

“oh you’re right,” you now realise that as well. what should you feed it though? you get up to go over and check the fridge, scanning over all the food items there are. you hum in thought. “pretty sure that cow milk wasn’t good for them… but we have some ham,” you speak while taking a package of it out.

dazai returns his gaze back to the black kitten. it really did have rather big and innocent eyes, he noticed. and before he had the chance to react, it made its way into his lap, seeming curious about him now. dazai’s body slightly tensed as he wasn’t sure what to do or what it wanted from him. the cat merely lets out a small cry as it stares at him.

after a moment of thinking, he slowly moves his hand near the kitty’s head and to his surprise, the kitten rubs itself against his palm right away. his gaze softened. Its fur really was as soft as it looked and after about a minute of petting it, he heard a different noise. It was undoubtedly purring. did this little one like him that much?

“aww socks likes you, ‘samu! this is the first time i'm hearing it purr,” you speak up with joy from behind as you prepare some small pieces of ham on a plate. dazai can’t help but chuckle at the mention of the name.

“socks? that's supposed to be its name now?” he says as he turns his head to you, a casual smile on his face. 

“i mean i think it is a fitting nickname, considering its black coat and white paws which seem like socks,” you explain while putting the rest of the ham back into the fridge and returning to the couch. You place the plate of some ham on the ground and glance at socks. “Look here, i got you something,” you tell the kitty as you point to the ham.

the kitten immediately perks up and jumps off dazai’s lap. it sniffs the pork and a second later starts eating it. your face beamed as you looked at socks, it is quite obvious that the poor animal was starving considering how hastily it’s eating.

dazai however had his eyes on you the entire time. he swears your beauty multiplies when you look so content like this. the way your eyes are sparkling, a soft smile gracing your lips, your whole figure seems to shine. and once again he's reminded that he is dating an angel. he really can’t fight the way the corners of his lips turned upwards. he wished things stayed this way forever. because if you are happy then he is happy.

it doesn’t take long for the kitten to finish its food, licking its lips in satisfaction. you reach out your hand to pet it, murmuring a small praise as well. 

“y’know we have to go to the animal shelter sooner or later,” dazai brings up with a quiet tone and intertwines one of his hands with yours. a moment of silence passes before you subtly nod, your hand squeezing his slightly. “yeah i know… i imagine someone could be worried sick, with no idea where their pet is,” you say calmly, a quiet sigh leaving your lips.

yes, that was the right thing to do after all. it’s the least that this cat deserves.

•••

in the end, the kitty reunited with its real owner. you still remember the image of pure relief on her face when she hugged her pet tightly, a few tears escaping her eyes. she also thanked you dearly with a hug as well. she was beyond grateful to you over the fact that you decided to take it with you to the shelter.

oh and you found out that the kitten’s real name was molly. it was a perfect name for her no doubt, but you won’t regret calling her by your created nickname before. 

molly is now with her owner in her real home, loved and cared for. problem solved. so why don’t you feel happy about it?

you honestly felt a little guilty for even getting this attached. you should have expected this one way or another, it wasn’t like you were going to keep a cat all of a sudden just because you found it on the streets. you should forget about this and move on with your life.

dazai noticed your changed behaviour after the whole thing. he always does. you were more quiet at times, and he could tell you missed her even if you didn't bring it up. the affection you had for her was clear to him from the beginning. he often thought about how to make you feel better, what he could say to see that smile of yours again. one day he finally got an idea.

“love, i’ve been thinking about something,” dazai says, leaning slightly against the kitchen counter as he watches you cook breakfast.

you hum in response. “i'm listening,” you say simply while you sprinkle some salt onto the fried eggs you’re cooking. after a moment he decides to continue.

“i wouldn’t mind adopting a cat some time in the future,” he tells you truthfully as he glances at you, waiting for your reaction.

your movements pause. “...are you serious?” you turn to him and look deep into his eyes. for a second you were unsure if you heard him right.

dazai smiled fondly before nodding, and after processing what he meant, a smile grew on your lips too. he sees that familiar light in your eyes again now and he couldn’t feel luckier.

you moved closer to him and gave him a simple yet sweet kiss on the lips. dazai placed his hands on your hips, slowly drawing circles on them as he focused on the kiss.

afterwards, you kept your forehead in touch with his, murmuring your next words so tenderly.

“i love you so much.”

and dazai responds just as softly.

“i love you even more, my dear.”

wow this came out much longer than I thought whoopsies, anyways this guy definitively is secretly a cat person (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

[l-in-the-light]

Trafalgar Law and shreds of closeness part 3: Donquixote Family Edition

What can I say, I got struck with inspiration yet again, the thoughts just do not want to leave me. This time it will get dark. And it will hurt, so feel warned. I will take a closer look at Law's closeness to the Donquixote Family and also do a small case study of affection between Doffy and Cora and their dad as well, to get a fuller context. Main focus will be on physical affection, yet again.

So what do you think, did Law get support and affection from his "second family"? I would say, very little. But let's look at evidence:

We have verbal support from Doflamingo himself when Giolla and Buffalo start to fear to touch Law or to even stay in the same room after they learn he's sick. That's 1:0 for him, I'm sure Law appreciated and remembered it. In retrospection, it would have been better for him if he didn't.

Then we have Giolla and Machvise who handled him like he's an object. Giolla keeps touching Law on the head, probably not caring why he seems displeased with it. She's just reinforcing the trauma, but I think overall she means well, she just doesn't think much about it. Giolla also shows Law the most physical affection and I swear it feels like she's trying to make up for her initial reaction, she's just not going the right way about it, making it worse instead.

Meanwhile we have Doflamingo, who despite defending Law before, never touches him. And I mean, never ever. Doffy remains cold not only with Law though, which we will see in a moment.

And then we have Baby5. She feels sorry for Law and even cried for him when she heard the story of Flevance (not in Law's presence tho), but she herself is bad with affection and care, because she also never received much, it also doesn't help that she is genuinely scared of Law's angry glares. All she can do to show him she cares is to smack and scold him. And of course when she does smack him it's on the head, which only becomes a trauma trigger over and over again. Those two just completely miss each other by a mile.

That's it. No other Donquixote Family's member ever tried to show some care in front of Law. They train him of course, but would you count kicking and punching him as a positive experience? Yeah, I don't think so.

And let's not forget Corazon, who carried Law like a bag of potatoes (and threw him around) for a long time, even after he kidnapped him. The Trip to Hospitals All Around the World kinda made him become better, holding Law close, trying to make him smile, carrying him all the time and at one point he even begs Law: "please give me the chance to do things right, stay strong for 3 more weeks!". Doesn't change the fact the touches he did give Law at the beginning were brutalized forms of affection, and we can't really forget that fact: that's exactly how Law's trauma of being touched on the head even started in the first place.

He already trained for awhile, but he still failed in the confrontation, and I think it was because of the touch. Being pinned down made Law probably freeze and unable to move. But even after being saved by Doflamingo, Law doesn't even try to seek support in him, unlike Baby5. Here we can see Doflamingo is alright if someone seeks comfort in him, but he will not give it by himself. That makes Doflamingo-Law combo the worst possible match up, a person who will never give it first and a person who will never ask for it, no wonder things were always cold between them.

Thanks to the fight against Smoker in Punk Hazard we learn that Law managed to overcome his trauma of being pinned down to a significant degree, because he manages to escape on his own. This scene gets an extra focus in the manga (it takes like 5 different frames!) which further convinces me it's that siginifcant. Law probably trained himself not to get overwhelmed like that ever again. Still, I can't help but notice soon after this happened Law starts to have troubles breathing, which means it still didn't leave him unaffected. He pushes to finish the fight faster afterwards as well.

One of his trauma triggers is feeling helpless and being pinned down definitely counts for that. I don't think this started with Vergo, I would say it was already a thing after Flevance, when he had to discover more and more dead bodies of people dearest to him, unable to do anything about it.

Let's look at his symptoms thanks to which we can recognize he's going through a triggering situation. Visible shivering, heavy panting (to the point of weezing which makes me think it can even go as far as bordering on hyperventilation or the opposite - apnea). And then in the last image he just goes stiff which I interpret as him completely freezing up. Damn, that's actually a lot. It's very similar to Robin's trauma responses in Water 7.

You can also notice that Law clenches his fists and it seems to be a sign that he's struggling or forcing himself to be strong. He still does it *a lot* when he's an adult. I think it might have honestly became a habit. He does that just before a battle, in most stressful situations when he knows he can't show his emotions (or just doesn't want to), and well, if we go by the anime version, also when he leaves Wano with his own crew. Basically any time he makes a firm resolve or a hard decision, he also does that. I swear sometimes it feels like he struggles for half of the Dressrosa and Punk Hazard, which you know what, might be way too accurate.

Also bonus wholesome points for Luffy caring more to support Law and Muucy than caring for falling into water himself. I'm not sure how much that helped Law when he was dealing with a triggering situation, especially that unfortunate contact with the top of his head. I guess it's still better than similar situation but with Law completely alone.

This puts this scene into a completely new perspective, right? He's shivering here and definitely froze up, even his speech bubble looks distressed. He's not getting angry here, his trauma trigger kicked in. I did check if he ever shivers or freezes up when he tries to, for example, stop himself from feeling angry, but no, we never see that happen. I'm sorry for ruining the comedy :( tho to make it better, he's also shocked, because just moments before Strawhats feared him, and now they already don't and even laugh at him. Damn, I'm now so torn about this scene, I mean, Strawhats couldn't have known!

Now a promised closer look at Donquixote family's approach to closeness and touch. When they were still Celestial Dragons, they barely touched each other. No small touches on the back, hand holding or anything else you usually share with kids. The closeness starts only after they're all starting to be persecuted. First time we see Doffy holding his mom's hand is when they run away from their burning house. First time we are shown Homing hugging his kids is when village people are beating them up and he is just trying to cover them with his own body, so he takes the beating instead of his kids.

The last memory Rosinante has of his father is the hug. And the first memory he has of Sengoku is also a sort of half-hug. Might be why he got so attached to him.

Little Doflamingo and Rosinante are always together, but they never touch in any way. It's clearly Doffy who takes care of his younger brother, probably also telling him to toughen up.

Weird mocking touch on the head from Trebol. And like always, no one ever touches Doflamingo, not even his own officers, and that's true ever since Doffy was a child.

He even tells Trebol he's too close. Doffy doesn't want touches anymore, because it seems in his mind he understands them as someone protecting him, and he doesn't need protection. Ever since he killed Homing, Doffy took the role of being a head of the family and protecting Rosinante, so no more hugs or hand holding for him. In other words, Doflamingo associates physical affection with protection and incoming abuse. And whenever he touches someone it's exactly for that reason: to hurt them.

An interesting parallel because this happens in exactly same chapter: Law is trying to move away because Luffy's "too close". He even lets him take the transponder away and just stands there and waits. And you might wonder: what for? Is he hoping Luffy will give it back by himself?

No, it just took some extra time for Law to brace himself to touch Luffy and shove him to the side. Even though both Doffy's and Law's first instinct here is to move away, Law is struggling but actually tries to overcome it, contrary to Doffy, who seems content in his "no touching" comfort zone.

Let's take a look at Dressrosa now. Doffy is carrying Law by his clothes, Law is unconscious, but he will not touch him directly anyway. Cora-san used to do it as well at first to Law.

But then, you might ask, they fought so much in Dressrosa, surely some kind of touch had to happen as a result? I mean, most of them were indirect touches with Doffy's strings, kicking Law or stopping him by grabbing his sword. But you are right, exactly two touches do happen. You're not gonna like it.

This is literally the first time Doflamingo ever touched Law. To stop his attack he forcefully grabbed his hand. Law is shivering, this actually triggers him, and there's just no way Doflamingo doesn't know that, he can feel it.

And then he makes the full use of the situation. Doflamingo holds Law up in the air, but we can see by the onomatopeia that he's literally holding him up by his hand alone and Law is just freely dangling there, Doffy's not using any strings to immobilize him, not even armament haki. He doesn't even need to. Finally he gave Law the touch he must have been craving when he was a child from him, but it's not a caring one, and what's the next thing Doflamingo does to that hand he just touched? He cuts it off, ripping open the psychological wounds, making them deeper, perhaps hoping Law will never recover from them. Because that's the easiest way to control him later if he wishes to do so, to make him pliant, defenseless and unable to fight back and terrified. But also to punish him for the "rebellion" against him... but also to punish Law for his need and fear of touch. This is a lesson: never want affection, closeness or touch, you're never getting any. Unless it's this: abuse. And if you don't think this is terrible enough, let me remind you: this is their first touch *ever*, Law probably waited for it when he was a kid.

And Law is just hanging there, not even trying to move, and it lasts for like three or four pages long, and I remember when I reread this a couple of times, I was a bit puzzled. Why isn't Law struggling to release himself? Why is he just letting this happen? Especially when it's becoming very clear what Doflamingo is gonna do next. So I have my answer: Law froze up, it's his body shutting off on it's own and all he can do is to just be there and wait for it to be over. It's painful, because we know Law always struggles, always fights back, and he tries here, with words, but he can't do anything else and he just watches it happen.

And this is the second time Doflamingo touches him. It's after the Gamma Knife attack, Doffy knows what he's doing here, he chooses to make contact with Law's head/face (he must have noticed Law's discomfort to it before when Giolla often did it to Law as a kid, and now he utilized this knowledge). He tries to make Law freeze up so he can't finish his move and who knows, maybe that was the final factor of why Law failed to kill off Doflamingo.

To wrap things up, I will share the interesting parallel that I think can be drawn between two rather unexpected characters: Law and Boa.

Both Law and Boa are most comfortable around Bepo (and the snake in Boa's case). Both are victims of brutalized touch and lack of loving and caring one. But while Law fearfully accepts what's given to him, Boa rejects it (even symbolically by kicking fluffy animals away or refusing any show of affection like gifts). Both are touch starved, but Boa will never even try to touch Luffy, and the only time Luffy touched her was in that stealth mission in Impel Down (they didn't have the choice) and hugging her after she gave him the key to Ace's cuffs. Boa doesn't return the gesture, she is very flustered and falls to the ground afterwards, which reminds me a little of her later scene with Rayleigh. Not even Boa's own sisters are shown to share any sort of physical affection with her, Boa shows cold and manipulative attitude to almost everyone besides them. The only other person Boa ever touched was Rayleigh (she's on the ground here again) after he helped them fight off Blackbeard's assault on Amazon Lily and it might be a traumatic response: Blackbeard tried to strangle her after all. Boa's love is passionate and platonic, she shows her affection and caring with indirect gestures (food preparation, offering support and help etc.), probably because that's what she remembers others tried doing for her before. She can't even deal with intimacy face to face and Law also tends to act cold to very open displays of affection and emotions.

Big thanks to @tae-rambles for mentioning the scene with Boa that completely slipped my mind <3 added it in the edit!