#now we can just grab what sounds best out of meals we already picked out ahead of time

[vulpixelates]

we have been venturing into getting pre-prepared meals that get thrown into the slow cooker and it is really a glimpse into how the other side lives. my fellow white people truly do eat the most bland food glfkfjd the reviews all said this specific brand was so flavorful but my wife has been adding a BUNCH of extra seasoning after the first one was so underseasoned and somehow it still isn't enough. how do people live like this.

my wife is currently fixing up the last one and was just like "if msg can't save this, nothing can" LFLFKFKD

[cozage]

Headcanons please with the reactions of Luffy, Nami, Zoro and Sanji where sanji is sick, so reader volunteers to do the cooking until he feels better but reader is a HORRIBLE cook. Like reader will straight up serve them fish in cherry gelatine or something awful like that. Also can you make reader female and the s/o of each character in this scenario? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N: I WROTE SOMETHING Characters: female reader x Luffy, Nami, Zoro Total word count: 1.7k

Stand In Cook

Luffy

“I’m STARVING!” Luffy screamed out, falling backward onto the deck with a groan.

“Luffy, we told you already! Sanji is sick right now, and I’m not cooking for you every thirty minutes!” Nami stood over him, staring down at him in irritation. “Either you make something yourself or you don’t eat!”

“I’ll cook something, Luffy,” you offered softly. “What are you hungry for?”

Nami shot you a look. “You’re going to regret that offer,” she grumbled. With a roll of her eyes, she strolled off and left you to the rest of it. 

You almost regretted the offer, but Luffy’s arms were around you, swinging you around with glee. “I love you! I love you so much!”

You squealed in shock and delight, begging for him to put you down. 

“Okay I really want a chocolate milkshake,” Luffy said. “And also a really big piece of meat! And-”

“Let’s start with that,” you said quickly. You barely knew how to cook, and you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself on the first meal you’d be preparing for him. 

You pulled yourself out of his grasp and went to the kitchen. “You wait out here. I’ll be back shortly.”

In the kitchen, you were completely out of your element. You had found where Sanji had kept the food, but he didn’t seem to be in possession of a single cookbook. You’d just have to guess. 

You found a piece of steak that you could only hope Sanji wasn’t saving for something special, and grabbed a few random seasonings: salt, cinnamon, annatto, basil, cayenne pepper, dill, and elderflower. You were only familiar with a few, but you figured it was the best you could do. 

You measured out 1 tablespoon of each and mixed them together, adding some milk to give it a paste-like texture, and then poured it over the slab of meat laying on the tray.Then, you threw it in the oven for…20 minutes sounded good. You weren’t sure how much longer Luffy would be able to wait. 

While you waited for the meat to cook, you started to work on the chocolate shake Luffy had asked for. 

Sanji had always shown you strange bean pods whenever he was making chocolate. But nothing in his pantry was labeled, so you grabbed a handful of a few different beads and threw them into a blender. Then you added a pinch of sugar and milk. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad, right?

When the timer for the oven rang out, Luffy bounded into the kitchen. His eyes were wide with excitement and you pulled out the slab of meat. The smell was…well, it smelled far different than anything Sanji had prepared, but perhaps it was just a different style of cooking than his. 

Luffy was bouncing up and down as he waited for you to place the meat in front of him, trying his best to adhere to table manners. But the moment you let go of his plate, he picked up the meat with his bare hands and tore into it. 

The tears in his eyes made you step back. Perhaps you had gone overboard on the spices, or…well, anything could be wrong, honestly. You weren’t a cook. You were just trying your best to serve something up to your hungry boyfriend. 

Luffy cried out, his mouth still stuffed with food. “I’m making you the new cook for the ship! Sanji can take your job!”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Luffy, that’s not-”

“I’m serious! I only want you to cook for me!” He gave you a toothy grin that melted your heart. 

You rolled your eyes. He was certainly laying on the flattery a bit thick. You knew you weren’t a good cook, but you also knew Luffy wasn’t picky. 

“You know, this is the second best thing I think I’ve ever tasted,” he said, licking the plate clean. 

“And what is the first?”

His eyes got a fiendish glow to them, and he gave you a little smirk as he stretched out his and pulled you into his embrace, kissing your lips. “You.”

Nami

“I wish Sanji would hurry up and stop being sick!” Nami griped. “I’m not used to going this long without food!”

“I could whip us up something small,” you offered, starting to rise from your seat next to her. 

Your girlfriend grabbed your hand, her eyes wide. “Darling,” she gave a light laugh. “You know I love you. But…you can’t cook.”

You scoffed. “I can get something small, Nami-dear. Sanji has been teaching me a few things!”

She saw right through your lie, but she sighed and released your hand. “Something small. Like ice cream, or strawberries.”

“You got it! I can do that!”

You could not do that. As you stood staring in the refrigerator, you knew it would have to be something simple. You considered a fruit platter, but that wasn’t exactly cooking for your beloved, was it? And Nami deserved something fun, just like she was. 

Chocolate-covered strawberries. That wouldn’t be too hard. You’d have to make the chocolate, but you had seen Sanji do it a thousand times in just a few minutes. It couldn’t be too difficult. 

Except nothing in his damn pantry was labeled. It’s almost like he didn’t want anyone messing with his food. 

You couldn’t find anything that remotely looked like chocolate, but you had seen him scrape out some beans and add milk to them over the stove, so that was a good place to start. 

You grabbed a handful of beans and began opening them to scrape them off into the saucepan. It didn’t look exactly like Sanji’s, but after you had mashed them up, it was starting to look somewhat right. 

You threw a handful of strawberries onto the plate and covered them with the sauce, and then took them onto the deck to Nami. 

She took one glance before gagging. “What is that?!”

“Strawberries!”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. You couldn’t blame her. Something was off, but you had no idea what.

“Just try one, Nam.”

She turned her nose away. “Absolutely not. Give it to Luffy.”

“Nami! Try it!” you begged, but you were starting to agree with her. Nothing looked right about this. “Actually…”

Before you could say any more, Nami let out a dramatic sigh, grabbed a strawberry, and threw it in her mouth. 

And then immediately spit it out. And started gagging. 

“What…the hell…did you put…in that?” she choked out between coughs. 

“I did what Sanji does!” you said, trying to defend yourself from the assault you knew was coming. 

She was too busy rubbing her tongue on her sleeve to say anything else. You were half tempted to try one yourself, just to see if she was being overdramatic, but you were too scared to know the truth. 

Once you had finished coughing and gagging, she finally shot a glare at you. “Darling, you know I love you. But if you ever try to poison me again, I will throw you overboard.”

Zoro 

Sanji was sick. Zoro was almost done with his workout, which meant he would need his post-workout meal. But Sanji was sick. 

So it was up to you. Thankfully Luffy and Ussopp were asleep, and everyone else was out of your hair. It was just you and the kitchen. 

Rice Balls were his favorite. So that's what you would make. It was pretty easy, from what you remember. You had watched your mother make them every day when you were a child. 

So you started boiling water, and then dumped the rice in. You added some random seasoning you found in the cupboard, and mixed it all together. And then you waited. 

And finally, after all the pots were cleaned and the rice had been shaped into some rather mushy rice balls, you took them up to Zoro. 

He eyed them, as if he could tell something was different. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice the change until he bit into them. 

“The cook in a piss mood?” he asked, taking a bite of the ball that was starting to fall apart in his hand. 

His eyes bulged as the taste hit him, and it took him a moment before he could swallow. “That shitty cook is trying to kill me! He’s going to get-”

“Actually,” you piped in sheepishly. “I made them.”

His eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher your words and if they held any truth. “You made them?”

You shrugged. “I’m not much of a cook, I know. Sanji was sick, and I knew you needed to eat, so…”

He took another bite, and you could see the effort it took for him to swallow it. “It’s good,” he said.

You let out a light laugh. “You don’t have to lie, Zoro.”

“I’m not!” He took another bite, cringing as the food touched his tongue. “See, it’s good.”

“You’re lying!” You tried to grab the plate from him, but he held it away. “Zoro, you don’t have to eat it!”

You tried to grab the food so you could throw it into the ocean, but Zoro always jumped out of your reach, narrowly evading you until he took the last bite. 

It wasn’t until later, when the two of you were lounging on the deck, that he stood abruptly, his face as green as his hair, and ran to the bathroom. 

“I knew it was bad,” you said as he returned, curling up next to you.

“It was fine.” He curled into your back, pressing his warm body against you. “Just got seasick.”

“You did not!”

“Your rice was…a new and interesting flavor.”

You laughed at his attempt to be honest. “You’ve eaten rice off the ground, I’d hardly call you a critic.”

He groaned. “The dirt rice was better.”

 “Zoro!” You pulled away and turned to face him “Was it really?”

He pulled you into his arms and plopped a kiss on your cheek, trying to sooth his scalding words. “I’m joking, you know that. I’ll eat your food anytime.”

You smiled and leaned into his chest. “Let’s hope we don’t have to anytime soon.”

“Agreed.”

[ilovewrittingsmut]

Nanami as your work crush

Wc: 3406

Content: coworker nanami, I hate capitalism,co workers to lovers😩😩😩😩, FLUFF,confessing love, nanami being the best man on earth

A/n: pls don’t make it flop 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

Despite hating this job with every fiber of your being, you still find yourself waking up at 5 a.m., eager to get ready for work. Why? Because there's this one random blonde guy who makes your heart race more than it should, his mere presence glowing and shining like moonlight.

He often shows up in the most mundane clothes, his face lifeless, only smiling when he absolutely has to. Yet, on some mornings, he arrives with two coffees in hand—one for himself and one for you. You shamelessly admit to yourself that you enjoy this special treatment from him.

"I hate this job."

"Me too."

This is the usual exchange between the two of you, always ending with one of those faint smiles appearing on his handsome face, which inevitably does something to you.

"Actually, I don't hate it that much. There's still something good about this stupid work."

"Besides getting paid?" you ask jokingly, unsure of what he's trying to say.

"Hmm, yes?" He flashes that infuriatingly charming smile before walking away, returning to his work.

——————

During lunch breaks, you, he, and other coworkers usually head out to grab a meal at the coffee shop. You try not to read too much into it, but it seems that whenever you're in a group, he always makes an effort to sit next to you, walk beside you, and engage with you the most. It’s like fuel for the fire, making you fall for him more and more, beyond your control.

"You like pasta?"

"Yep, why?"

"You always order it."

"Yep, I love pasta."

"Me too. You know what, I can cook the best pasta ever."

"I don’t believe you."

"I can cook it for you… if you want."

The idea of eating something your crush has made for you sends a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"That’s an honor."

"How about tonight, at my place, if you don’t mind?"

Of course, you don’t mind at all, but the thought of being alone with your crush at his place tonight fills you with a nervous anticipation.

“That sounds great. “

“See you after work then.”

After that, your heart doesn't stop pounding against your ribs for even a second. You know you can’t focus on work now because your mind is too busy daydreaming about what might happen tonight, just you and him, alone, on a cute pasta date.

No, it’s not a date, you quickly remind yourself, trying to erase those fluffy thoughts and ground yourself in reality. You push through the rest of the day, working until 5. (with him as your only motivation)

——————

"Let's leave."

It’s only 4:30, and he's already texted you with this message. You hate yourself a little for thinking that he’s as eager for tonight as you are, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. Normally, you’d overwork yourself and stay late, but today, you choose to be kind to yourself and call it a day earlier than usual.

"Ok."

"Great, I’ll pick you up, and we can walk to the parking lot together."

"Ok."

There are countless words you want to scream out of excitement right now, but all your fingers can manage to type is "ok."

And within a minute, he's right behind you, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, so scarlet, so bright. You can only hope he doesn’t notice.

"You’re red, are you sick?"

For god's sake, he never fails to make you flustered.

"I’m good," you reply with a smile and a forced giggle.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let’s go," you say, your voice overly cheerful.

You try to keep everything seeming normal, as if you're not secretly dreaming about kissing his lips right at that moment.

—————

"Is it too cold?" he asks as you settle into his car.

"No… not at all, everything is perfectly fine."

God, you sound like Mickey Mouse right now, trying so hard to conceal your nerves that it comes off as unnatural.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

No, not at all…not really. The word "uncomfortable" isn't the right fit, it's more like "nervous." He makes you so nervous.

"No, I’m okay, really. Please stop worrying."

"How can I not worry about you?" he murmurs, his voice soft as he throws his arm behind your seat to back up the car. You catch a glimpse of those veins, and WOW who could blame you for daydreaming about this big, gorgeous man?

"Why? What is it about me that makes you so worried?"

"You’re always so hard on yourself, working too much and doing OT almost every day," he says, and you’re genuinely flattered by his concern. Little does he know, the reason you stay late is just to spend more time in the workplace with him, the hardworking man who makes the long hours bearable. And yes, he's also right, you’re always so tough on yourself, trying to prove that you're good enough to be here, to be working there.

"You’re always overworking yourself too, Nanami," you reply, and little do you know that he does it for the same reason. He loves to watch you from afar while you’re absorbed in your work. He cherishes the midnight coffees with you, making even the harshest nights feel like a dream.

“I guess it would be best for us if we stopped overworking and had more homemade dinners like this,” he suggests. Is he asking you out?

“Sure.”

“I hate seeing you drink five cups of coffee a day instead of having a proper meal. I can cook a lot, and I’m really good at it.”

“Are you talking a big game?” you tease him, his words always find the way to make you genuinely laugh.

“I can cook for you every day. You deserve to eat something good for your health and taste.”Now, your stomach is doing the thing,not the rumbling with hunger, but tickled with overwhelming butterflies. You feel like you might burst if you don’t get a handle on it soon.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Nanami.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Kento.”

He’s older than you, and you hold a deep respect and admiration for him. Using just his name feels like it brings an intimacy you’re not sure you can handle, and you’re terrified that you might not be able to keep your feelings in check any longer.

"No, I can't."

"Yes, you can."

You try to resist, knowing you might actually die from blushing too hard.

"I prefer you to call me by my name.” “Kento Or Ken, your choice."

Your entire insides feel like they're about to explode. Why does he have to be so cute? You want to be the one who gets to call him "Ken," such an adorable name. And "Baby" or "Honey" would sound amazing on him too. You long to be the only one who gets the chance to call him those sweet names.

"Kento…" you whisper, so softly that you can barely hear your own voice. The only thing echoing in your ears is the sound of your racing heartbeat.

"That’s... I like that. It sounds great coming from you." Is he trying to kill you or something? You might actually get a heart attack if he keeps being this cute.

—————-

As you arrive at his house, you're greeted by a beautiful garden filled with flowers. The sight is so sweet, making you smile as you take it all in.

When you step inside, you immediately sense warmth and comfort. His home is impeccably organized and tidy, what an ideal man.

"Make yourself at home," he says, guiding you to the living room. You sit on the couch as he turns on the television for you. Then, he heads to the nearby kitchen and begins preparing the ingredients for your dinner. The whole scene feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into a dream where everything is just perfect.

"I can help," you say, getting up from the couch and following him into the kitchen.

"Let me, please. You have just one job is to sit, wait, and enjoy our dinner."

That's probably the hottest thing a man could say, and you can't help but feel greedy, wanting him all to yourself. The thought of anyone else having him makes you irrationally jealous. You can only hope that everything he’s doing is because he likes you too, at least half as much as you're falling for him.

"Can I watch?"

"You can," he replies with a smile.

You giggle a bit as he chops the vegetables. "Enjoy the view?," he adds.

Very much, you think, though you only say, "Probably..." with a playful smile lingering on your lips. You want to kiss him so badly right now.

Little do you know, he's doing his best to focus on the knife and the vegetables because it's nearly impossible for him to tear his eyes away from your pretty little face.

He needs to kiss your lips so badly, it can actually kill him.

——————

After an hour of talking and exchanging glances filled with unspoken tension, the two plates of pasta are finally served. Yours is carbonara, and his is pomodoro, both look incredibly delicious.

He doesn’t stop watching you as you take your first big bite.

"How’s that?" His voice is filled with anticipation.

"Ummm," you murmur, savoring the taste. "I think this is the best pasta I’ve ever had in my entire life."

At your words, he smiles and laughs, as if he’s just won an Oscar. But to him, it’s not about the pasta…it’s about you. You’re bigger than any prize on earth.

As the hour passes, you find yourselves gossiping about coworkers, chit-chatting about random things, talking about work and food, and eventually landing on a more serious topic…

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asks, and your heart rate skyrockets.

"No," you reply, trying to stay composed, as if you’ve never dreamed of being asked this question by him.

"Are you interested in dating?" he continues.

Yes, yes, fuck yesssss only for you, you think, but instead, you ask, "Why do you ask? Are you trying to flirt with me or something?" You mean it as a joke, not really expecting an answer.

"What if I say yes?"

Your pupils widen at his response. "What?" You are so shocked, can’t really comprehend anything now.

"I'm sorry—"

"No, I think I heard you wrong."

"No, you didn’t… but if you’d rather stay just friends, I’ll understand and respect that."

“I think…no, I know I love you. I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship, but if you don’t feel the same way, just tell me, and we can go back to how things were.”

His gaze is so soft, unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him. He hesitates for a moment, licking his bottom lip quickly before speaking again.

“I love the way you always show up with a genuine smile, even though I know you hate working here. I love how you joke around just to make people laugh, how you make fun our boss, how incredibly smart and beautiful you are. I’m nothing compared to you.”

He pauses, searching your face, trying to read your expression. “You make me want to live like a normal salaryman. I’m on top of the world every time you say, ‘See you tomorrow’ because I’m the one who gets a chance to see you tomorrow and another tomorrow and every other single day. I want to come to work every day just to spend as much time as I can admiring you, being next to you. I want to be the one who takes care of you. You make my ordinary life feel so special, and I love you…most ardently.”

Is it the wine you’ve had? Are you dreaming, or is he really confessing his love to you?

“Are you drunk?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly, still in disbelief at what you’ve just heard.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Hell no, I’m not,” he replies, his voice steady and sincere. His eyes lock onto yours, full of a quiet intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

“I truly love you.”

The words hang in the air between you, so heavy with meaning that it feels like the world has paused. You can feel your heart racing, pounding against your chest as you try to process everything. The warmth of the room, the soft glow of the lights, and the remnants of dinner, all of it fades into the background. All you can focus on is him, as he’s standing up from his chair and pouring his heart out in the most genuine way.

His expression is earnest, a mix of vulnerability and determination. This is the man who, just moments ago, was making you laugh with casual banter, and now he’s baring his soul to you, leaving himself completely exposed. You can see the slight tension in his posture, as if he’s bracing himself for whatever might come next, yet there’s also a softness in his gaze that you’ve never seen before.

He takes a step closer, reaching out as if he wants to touch you but stops himself, respecting your space. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Every day, I’ve held back, afraid of ruining what we have. But I can’t keep pretending that my feelings aren’t there. You’re all I think about, and I can’t stand the idea of not telling you how I feel. Even if it means risking everything.”

Your mind races, trying to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you as you can feel the way his breath hitches slightly as he waits for your response, the subtle tremor in your hands as you try to steady yourself.

This is real, you realize. He’s not joking, not exaggerating. He’s laying his heart at your feet, hoping you’ll pick it up and keep it safe. And in that moment, you know that this is a turning point, a moment that will change everything between you.

You swallow hard, trying to find your voice, trying to navigate through the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “I…” you start, but the words catch in your throat, too tangled up in the disbelief and joy and fear all mingling together.

“I’m sorry, you must be so uncomfortable right now. Let me get you home… It’s already late, and I can’t let you go alone.”

No, he’s got it all wrong. You’re not uncomfortable you’re just too overwhelmed with joy that you can’t find any words to describe it . But he doesn’t give you a chance to explain, assuming the worst.

“Okay,” you respond, the word slipping out before you can stop it. Maybe it’s because a small part of you wonders if he’s actually drunk, that maybe he didn’t mean to say those things and now regrets it. Maybe he just wants to get you home and forget this ever happened.

But you can’t let it end like this. “You can walk me home. It’s 15 minutes from here, no need for a car,” you say, trying to break through the invisible barrier that’s suddenly risen between you. You’re lying it’s almost 45 minutes away but you just want to be with him a little longer, to figure out what’s really going on.

“Really,never know that you live around here.” Of course he doesn’t know. “Doesn’t matter let’s go.” he agrees, giving you a soft smile, though there’s a sigh that escapes him, as if he wants to say more but is holding back.

—————

As you both step out into the cool night air, the silence between you is thick with unspoken words. He falls into step beside you, the warmth of his presence just a breath away. The tension from before lingers, but there’s also a tenderness in the quiet moments as you walk side by side, neither of you in a hurry to reach your destination.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable tonight. I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. But I’ll understand if you need time or if you want to pretend none of this happened.” Finally, he speaks again, his voice gentle but firm.

“No,” you blurt out, the word catching in your throat as you stare at him. “Ken…” His name falls from your lips, soft and gentle, as if it caresses his heart.

“Listen to me,” you continue, holding up a hand before he can respond. “Don’t say anything right now. Just… let me get this out.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions bubbling up inside you, and you decide the only way you can say this is through a story, a safe distance between you and the overwhelming truth. “I’m going to tell it in the third person, because saying it directly feels too embarrassing.”

He tilts his head slightly, waiting, but his eyes don’t leave yours. You press on.

“There’s a woman,” you begin softly, “the most ordinary woman. She got this job a year ago, and everything changed. She had to move away from her hometown, didn’t know anyone here, and for a while, she felt so alone.”

Your voice trembles slightly as you continue, but you push through. “Then she met this man. Just a regular, normal guy. He hated the job, just like she did, only doing it to pay his bills. But there was something about him…something about his smile, about how he always showed up when she needed someone. And that smile, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, never failed to drive her insane.”

You risk a glance at him, and his expression has softened, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. You swallow, continuing your story. “They became close, coworkers, friends. But she wanted more. She needed more. So she started working overtime, just to have a little extra time with him.”

“And today,” you say, your voice lowering, “it’s like a dream come true for her. The man she’s been in love with since she started working here…he feels the same way about her. But it’s so hard to believe, so good that it doesn’t even seem real. She doesn’t know what to say, so her silence makes him think she’s rejecting him, even though it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”

You finish, the last words hanging in the air between you, fragile but full of meaning. You look at him, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what he’ll say.

For a moment, there’s silence. Then, his lips curl into a gentle, knowing smile. “So… what happens next in this story?”

“I don’t know,” you murmur, turning your head just enough to avoid meeting his eyes. “You tell me.”

He gently reaches out, his hand warm as it grazes your knuckles, and slowly your fingers intertwine. “He takes her hand, just like this,” he says with a tenderness that makes your heart race. “And he realizes he's the luckiest man on earth.”

Your breath hitches as he continues, “He’s so happy, now that he gets to hold the hands of the girl he adores.”

You look up at him, his gaze filled with a warmth you’ve longed to see for so long. “What happens next?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“He kisses her,” he says, leaning just a little closer before adding, “Only if she wants that.”

Your soft giggle fills the space between you. “Yes, she definitely wants that.”

He smiles, closing the remaining distance between you, his hand gently cupping your face as his lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The moment feels unreal, yet more vivid than anything you’ve ever known. The night seems to glow, not from the moon or stars, but from the way he makes your world brighter.

In his arms, love no longer feels like a distant mystery… it’s here, in the touch of his lips, in the warmth of his embrace, in the quiet joy that fills your heart. And suddenly, being a "normal" person in the ordinary grind of life seems more than enough because now, you have him.

How wonderful life is, even in the mundane, when it's shared with someone like him.

[minniesmutt]

⚠︎ ━━━ LUNCH

⚠︎ ━━━ SS + WC: 5 + 0.8K

⚠︎ ━━━ CONTENT: PREGNANCY, FOOD MENTIONS, KIND OF TOXIC EX

     Y/n nervously sat in her car outside the restaurant— nothing super fancy as she had asked thankfully. He had already told her he was inside, she was just trying to calm down, finally gathering herself, grabbing her bag, and walking inside. Telling the host she was meeting someone before they led her to the table. 

     Jeongin had set his phone down on the table as she joined him. “Hey.”

     “Hi,” Y/n offered a smile as she sat down across from him.

     “How are you doing?” He asked 

     “Okay? Kind of nervous honestly.” Y/n grabbed the cup of water in front of her and took a sip. 

     “Let's order then we can talk about it. How does that sound?”

     Y/n agreed and picked up her menu. Scanning over the items for a few minutes before the waiter came over. Both putting in their orders and giving their menu’s to the waiter before they walked off. Sitting in an awkward silence for another minute.

     “I’m not getting rid of the baby.” Y/n finally stated after a moment.

     “I wasn’t going to make you,” Jeongin confirmed, “I know it was a one night stand and we barely know each other but I do want to at the very least co-parent this kid.”

     “I can work with that,” Y/n nodded

     Jeongin nodded, silence taking over the table again, “What do you do for work?” He asked

     “I’m an editor for a online news outlet.”

     “You work with Seungmin, right?”

     “Yeah. We were in a lot of the same classes in college but weren’t friends until after graduation and we ended up at the same company.”

     “Same department?”

     “No. He works more in reporting and journalism. I’ve edited a couple of the stories they’ve let him published.”

     “He hasn’t published a lot?”

     “No, (Astird)’s case was actually the first one they let him take on his own.”

     “They didn’t think he was going to be bias on it?”

     “I don’t think he told his boss she was his roommate. But even when I was editing it, you could barely tell he knew her. He’s very unbiased in reporting which is a good trait to have,” Y/n explained as her phone went off on the table next to her

Jihyun ❌: why aren’t you home?                   I know its your day off

     “Everything okay?” Jeongin asked

     “Yeah, just a friend texting me,” Y/n brushed it off 

     “Do any of your friends know about you being pregnant?”

     “Just my friend Hana, the one who was with me at the club.”

Jihyun ❌: Y/n

     “Do any of your friends know?”     “I may have told all of them?”

     “How many is all?”

     “Five.”

     Y/n nodded

Jihyun ❌: when the hell did you turn your location off?                   answer me

     “Do you need to take that?” Jeongin asked, seeing the constant light up of her phone from the text.

     “No. It’s just me ex. He can deal with it?”

     “When did you guys break up?”

     “Almost a month ago. Hana ended up dragging me to a club to just get my mind off it.”

     “Ah. So I was a rebound fuck,” Jeongin joked and it definetly made her laugh a bit.

     “If you wanna look at it like that,” Y/n said, “I was more so looking to get drunk till I forgot but drunk me also is horny.”

     “Bad break up then?”

     “Yeah. It’s over now though.”

     “Good for you,” Jeongin smiled

     “So, how are we gonna work out appointments and stuff?” Y/n asked, changing the subject

     “I would like to be there for them but if you don’t want me there that’s fine. I also can already tell I might not be able to make it to all of them with work.”

     “You own you’re company, right?”

     “Yeah. There’s certain meetings I can’t get out of.”

     “I can try and schedule them as best I can to avoid that but I can always update you afterwards if it doesn’t work out.”

     “That works out for me.” 

     The waiter came back with their food and they both thanked them before eating. Other small talk continued throughout the meal, some regarding their lives, others regarding the baby. Jeongin paid at the end of the meal, walking out with her.

     “Don’t be afraid the text me if you need anything, okay?” He told her, walking her over to her car

     “I will, thank you,” Y/n said, unlocking her car.

     Jeongin opened the door for her, “I mean anything. Even if it’s a weird pregnancy craving in the middle of the night.”

     The two of them laughed as she set her bag down on the passenger seat. “I will.” Y/n assured him and took her seat.

     Jeongin closed her door and waved her off as he walked to his own car. Y/n took out her phone, wanting to text her friend the good news till she remembered the messages— with new ones.

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Miguel x Black!reader

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You stood in the kitchen, cooking a meal for you and your boyfriend. You and Miguel have been together for three years already, you honestly had the best relationship.. you couldn't ask for more a man to spoil you and treat you like the queen you are. But, right now you were mad at him.

Usually you two called whenever you got off of work, but he didn't anwser.. he hadn't been answering any of your calls, you huffed as you felt your face heat up. You were so angry with that damn man. Then, you heard the front door close, the sound of Miguel grunting as he sat down his work bag.

"Baby!" Miguel called out, he looked around a little bit before spotting you in the kitchen. "I'm sorry mamas, I was busy with work baby." He walked up to you."Save it. Ion feel like hearing it." You rolled your eyes, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

"I've been calling you all day, not a single text. I don't care how busy you were, still learn how to fucking answer me." You crossed your arms at him.

"C'mon baby, I'm sorry.. Let me make it up to you." Miguel whispered as he pulled a braid behind your ear, gently bringing his hands up to the side of your face, holding it in his hands. He dragged his thumb against your dark skin, obviously since you were a blackie he couldn't notice that you were blushing, he could only feel the heat radiating off of your skin. "C'mon baby, don't be like that with me." He whispered as he kissed you.

"Stopp.." You giggled, you couldn't even keep up the rude act as much as you wanted to because of how he was acting. "Oh my god whatever, I forgive you. Okay?" You hummed. "Can you help me clean up the dishes after dinner?"

"Of course baby, I'll do anything for you.. Shii, I'll even kill for you." Miguel snickered as he kissed you gently, pulling away as he looked at what you made for dinner.

He grabbed a fork before picking up some pieces of ravioli you made and ate it. "Miguel!" You playfully hit him with a kitchen towel, "Go wash your hands. You just got off of work, plus you smell sweaty please go shower or something you're gonna have the whole house stankin'."

"Okay, I don't smell THAT bad, exaggerating shit baby. I'll go shower real quick though, hopefully you made up that bed because tonight we bout to mess it up tonight." Miguel smirked as he smacked your ass.

"Yknow what, you aint getting a lick of this." You giggled, placing a hand on your hip. "All of this belongs to my future husband."

"Am I gonna be that future husband? I better be." Miguel walked up to you, grabbing your waist, fiddling with the waist beads you were wearing.

"Yeah.. You're gonna be him. I'll be Y/N O'Hara one day.." You giggled as you pecked a kiss on his lips, biting your lip as you held onto the collar of his shirt. "Please go shower though, I'm not having sex with you when you aint smelling good."

"God, I need some of that chocolate.. Today has just been crazy." Miguel muttered, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, unbuttoned his shirt as he started to walk off. "I was doing my job.. then I had made this substance, it fell, and god that was so hard to clean up. Because it was like an acid, then we were running tests.. some guy's hair somehow got into this boiling liquid and it just exploded."

You side eyed miguel as he was telling you about his day you couldn't help but whisper 'what the hell'. Miguel pulled off his shirt and sighed, stretching his muscles. "After my shower can I have a massage?"

"Mm.. Of course baby, go get washed up. I'll take good care of you." You blew a kiss at him with a big grin on your face before walking to the bed room, getting some body oil for the massage. You laid down across the bed as you waited for him to be down, kicking your feet in the air as you watched the news.

.. After a good 20 minutes, Miguel walked into the room, looking down at you on the bed. "Sorry, I was shaving my face." Miguel muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"It's fine, you sat up on your knees, smiling up at him. "Oh my godd.. I need to tell you something that happend at the bakery. Okay so I was at work right, doing my job like usually.. this customer decided she wanted to have a fucking problem." You rolled your eyes in annoyance as Miguel sat down in front of you, just listening to your rant.

"I don't know it just really pissed me off. I made her a cake just as she requested with dinosaurs and sharks for her little boy's birthday party along with some cupcakes. She fucking told me, 'Sharks weren't around when dinosaurs were.' Bitch I do my research, I told her she can look it up they did exist around the same time. It shouldn't be that deep it was a cake for your sons birthday party." You started to put some oil on his back, gently massaging it into his skin as you applied pressure to some spots, releasing tension in his muscles.

"Baby, you wanna know something else she did?" You peeked over his shoulder at him.

"Mhm.." Miguel mumbled. His eyes closed as you massaged his muscles, he enjoy the feeling of your hands on him and the tension leaving his body. He could care less about what you were talking about, but you always listened to him so he just did the same.

"This girl literally expected me to give her a refund. Like, no baby. I made it, your son is happy. You told me how you wanted the cake and I made it. Then, she threatened to call the cops on me for scamming her? Like what? She should had been calling the cops for help to get me off of her cuz I was really about to beat her ass. Like, your son is happy, you should be worried about that. Hopefully her son has a good birthday party." You continued to massage Miguel's skin.

"Yeah.." Miguel grunted a bit.

"Y'know.. I want kids one day. I bet we would make some pretty babies." You hummed, tilting your head down at him.

Miguel eyes suddenly shot open, "Now? You want a kid now?" He turned around to look at you, "Are you sure..? I don't think we're ready for that."

"Baby, not right now. I'm just saying. When we get married, I wanna have a kid, maybe two.. three.. five.. ten." You giggled as you joked.

"One or two, or maybe three kids would be fine.. I don't think I could handle more than that, especially with my job." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"You'll be a great dad, but I guess I wouldn't be the only one calling you daddy anymore if we do have kids." You dragged your hands down his chest, gliding your hands up against his muscle.

"I- Oh.." Miguel cleared his throat as his face heat up at your random comment, making your brows furrow.

"Your scalp look dry." You muttered as you started to pick through his hair.

"So?" Miguel muttered.

"Hold on." You scooted off of the bed standing up and walking over to the table in the room, picking up some hair oil and walking back over to him, sitting down on his lap. You bit down on your lip as you squirmed around a bit on his lap.

"Ight, stop." Miguel mumbled, placing his hands on your hips, as he looked up at you. He always enjoyed it when you were on top of him, probably one of his favorite positions. When you leaned over him to apply oil to his scalp, of course you purposely pressed your breast up against him.

After you put some oil onto his scalp you gently massaged it in, gently moving your hips up and down on his lap, that was starting to drive Miguel crazy. He couldn't help but grip onto your ass as he felt himself grow hard.

"Done!" You smiled as you got up, looking at him up and down as you sat the oil down on the table, looking at yourself in the mirror, looking back at him.

Miguel was staring at you his legs were spread out a bit as he locked eyes with you, the way he stared at you whenever he got horny was honestly crazy. You knew that look from Houston to Tokyo. "Mm.. What's wrong with you? Need something?"

"I do need something.. I want some of that chocolate." He smirked at you, he watched as you walked up to him, getting down on your knees in front of him.

You giggled as you gently pulled down his boxers, looking up at him. You bit down on your lip as you saw the way it sprung right out of his boxers. Sometimes you forgot how big Miguel was, and this was one of them days where you forgot, you two haven't banged in almost two weeks due to him having low energy and being stressed from work.

You wrapped your hand around his length, gently stroking it as you looked up at him. He had a pretty decent size probably 12 inches at most, but you never really measured it. It was two toned, so there should be no surprise the tip held a soft pink hue along with some bulging veins on the side.

"Just like that.." Miguel whispered, narrowing his eyes at you, he mostly wanted you to suck him off right now, he hated when you teased him.You then started to swirl your tongue up against his tip before pushing your head down, taking his length inside of your mouth. Miguel waited for you to start sucking a bit before he gathered your braids into a ponytail and started thrusting himself inside of your mouth, pushing his cock to the back of your throat receiving a gag in response.

Miguel didn't stop, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You gripped onto his thighs and after a couple minutes like this you heard him starting to groan which meant he was already close. You just let Miguel abuse your throat, he needed to take all his stress out on you. He did some quick few thrusts in your mouth before panting and pulling out.

"Stick out your tongue." He demanded, and you did so as you felt him grip tighter onto your hair and using his free hand to stroke himself until he came on your face. He leaned his head back as he let out a grunt, "Fuck.." He whispered. Letting go of your hair and panting.

"Ugh.." You muttered, standing up and looking in the mirror. He aimed for any spot but your mouth, you took some tissue and tried to wipe it off. "Maybe next time go for the damn mouth. I didn't want my makeup to get messed up." You pouted.

"I'm sorry, ma.." Miguel sat up, looking at you. "Cmon, bring your pretty ass over here. We ain't done." Miguel patted the spot right next to him as his length throbbed.

You rolled your eyes as you threw the tissue away and walked over to him, sitting down. You looked into Miguel's eyes, tilting your head. "What else are we gonna do?"

Miguel leaned in, kissing your neck gently before dragged his hands down, caressing your thighs. "I was thinking about you all day.." Miguel chuckled, he looked at you before he tossed you back on the bed. He started tugging down your leggings and you helped him do so, once he got them off he tossed them aside. Miguel leaned down, pecking a kiss on your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "God.. I've missed being between your thighs." Miguel whispered as he pecked a kiss against your clothed cunt, giggling as he felt your hips thrust up a little.

Miguel then took your panties off, exposing your wet cunt. He gently pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles in that area gently. You sat up on the bed a bit, pressing your back against the headboard as you looked down at him, biting down on your lip. "Mm.." You brought your hand down and started to play with his dark hair. Miguel leaned in, licking your folds before he thrusted his tongue inside, pushing tongue in and out lapping up your juices, and exploring every inch of your walls. He pushed your thighs open since you kept trying to close them, closing his eyes as he got into it.

He hummed against your folds which sent vibrations against your senstive cunt, you let out a soft moan as you gripped onto the sheet. Miguel then started to play with you clit, he flattened out his tongue, opening his eyes to look up at you as he shook his head from side to side, rubbing his tongue up against your sensitive bud. He brought one of his hands up and gently started playing with your breast, grazing his rough fingertip against your chestnut nipples, starting to drive you crazy."Fuckk.." You whispered, looking down at him as your thighs gently squeezed his head.

"Oh baby.." You whispered, "Please.. more I want more." You whispered as you gently gripped onto his hair. Miguel did just as you wanted, slipping two fingers inside, pushing them as deep as they can go. He started off at a nice, gentle pace before quickly thrusting his fingers in and out in your slick causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

"Good girll..~" Miguel brought himself up, pressing his forehead up against your head. "Had an attitude with me earlier, mami.. then you decided to go on and tease me, as if I would let that slide.." Miguel whispered, the faint sounds of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt was starting the feel the room. "Huh? What was that? You ain't got nothing to say? Talking all that shit.. and now look at you, speechless over damn fingers." Miguel smirked at you and you did nothing but moan in response.

You gripped onto Miguel's wrist, whimpering as you shot your head back. "F-Fuck..! I- B-Baby!~" You cried, your thighs starting to tremble. "Let it out.. let it all out, baby.. come on my fingers for me, you beautiful girl.. do it for me, cmon. Let it out..~" Miguel cooed as he leaned in and gently peck a kiss on your lips. "Is that the spot? Mhm.. That feel good, doesn't it? Yeah.. Yeah, just like that baby.. Let it all out, sweetheart." Your body twitched under the pressure, feeling a knot build up within your stomach.

You started to claw at his arm, as your body shook out soft whimpers and gasps. "I-.. Please.. P-Please!~" You cried out, gripping onto his arm tightly as your toes started to curl. Next thing you know, you were a crying mess when you finally came, gripping onto the sheets and shaking as you threw your head back. "Fuckk.." You whined, looking down and watching as he slipped his fingers out, gently licking at them. You panted softly as your cunt clenched around nothing, you looked up at Miguel with a frown.

"Aww, what's wrong now? You mad I made you feel good?" Miguel giggled as he leaned in, pecking a kiss on your lips. "C'mon.. don't be like that with me. Yknow you love me, yknow nobody else can make you feel the way I do, ain't that right baby?"

"M-Mhm.." You nodded your head, looking up at him you felt Miguel bring his hand up and gently hold your chin. He pressed his thumb against your lip and you opened your mouth, he pushed his thumb inside and watched as you started to suck it.

Miguel felt himself throb down there as he watched you suck his thumb and stare at him with those pretty eyes, you were driving him damn crazy. "Fuckk.." Once he pulled his hand away, you watched as he positioned himself between your legs, he used his hand to hold onto his lip, positioning his shaft up against your folds. "Take a deep breath, baby." He whispered.

You bit down on your lip as you watched Miguel, looking down at his thick length and then up at him, you tilted your head at him. You admired how beautiful your boyfriend was, that wonderful bronze skin he had and those strong muscles. God you was lucky, you didn't take a deep breath like he said because before you knew it he shoved it inside, causing you to let out a audible gasp.

"My bad, my bad." Miguel giggled, pushing himself out and pushing himself back inside at a slow pace, he placed his hands on your hips as he gentle held onto it. He bit down on his lip as you clamp down onto his length, "God, you feel amazing.." He chuckled, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, the sounds of your wet cunt filled the room. "Damn, you're wet down here." He whispered as he brought a hand over to your cunt, pressing a thumb up against your clit as he gently rubbed circles up against it.

You laid back on the bed, gripping onto the pillow you laid your head on as you looked up at him, moaning softly. "Mm.. It feels so big.." You whined, squirming around under Miguel a bit, the feeling his thumb against your clit and your eyes rolled back, as he teased the sensitive bud. "Fuckkk... It feels so good." You pleaded.

"Look at me. C'mon baby, focus on me." Miguel leaned in, pressing his forehead up against yours as he stared into your eyes just as you stared into his.

"Good girl.. keep looking at me, just like that. Don't take your eyes off of me." Miguel chuckled as his thrusts quickened, causing a whimper to escape from your lips. "Ohhh.. my goddd!" You moaned, as you leaned your head back. Miguel quickly slapped up gently and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

You gave him nothing more than a dazed look, your bother was infected with pleasure you were no longer your normal self.. you were different nothing but a lustful mess trying to reach her orgasm.

"What did I just say?" Miguel growled at you, squeezing your cheeks with his hand. "I said look at me, you dont look away until I say so, do you understand?" He said in a demanding tone.

"M-Mhm.." You whined in response, him thrusting quick strokes into you was not helping any of this.

"Use your words, baby. Speak to me." Miguel whispered, pulling himself out and leaving only the tip in before quickly thrusting deep inside of you.

"Y-YES!" You whined, digging your nails into his arm, "Yes sir..~ I understand, I d-do.." You whimpered as your insides clenched around his length, you felt as though you were going crazy.

Feeling quite close to your limit, but you knew Miguel wouldn't stop.. he wouldn't stop until be had you shaking. Miguel chuckled as he pulled out, gently stroking himself. "Get on your stomach. Now." He demanded, and you did just as he wanted.

You turned to lay on your stomach, arching your back and lifting your ass into the air. You held onto your pillow as you let out a small sigh, it was gonna be a long night.

Miguel watch as you moved into position, he was obsessed with your body. He dragged his thumbs across your strech marks he always thought of them as a map on a woman's body, he leaned down and pecked a kiss up against your ass. "I'm obsessed with you, god. Everything about you is just absolutely amazing." Miguel used his hand to press his tip up against your hole, gently pushing himself inside getting nothing but a whine in return. "Better not hide your voice in that damn pillow." Miguel huffed, placing his hands on your hips, gently pressing his thumbs down on the dimples in your back as he thrusted forwards, forcing himself to the depths of you. He started to thrust at a slick pace, it wasn't too slow or too fast, just right and hitting all of your good spots.

"Oh f-fuck.." You cried, digging your nails into the pillow as you whined. "R-Right there.. Don't stop, please.." You pleaded to him as you brought on of your hands down, starting to rub your sensitive bud for more pleasure. You felt yourself get closer to climax, your body was starting to head up. Your thighs started to twitch, your back started to arch, you then pushed your hips back up against Miguel letting him know you wanted more.

You looked back at him with nothing but a look of lust on your face. Miguel looked down at you as you looked at him, he then waved at you which made you scoff. "I fucking hate you." You moaned as you looked away, of course he was gonna try to play around as if he wasn't tearing up your insides.

"No you don't. You love me. You getting fucked, don't you?" Miguel spanked your ass leaving a stinging sensation behind before he leaned down, pecking a kiss up against your back before speeding up his pace, making you grip onto the sheets. He was like an animal, fucking into you as if he was trying to wear a hole in you. Miguel then leaned down, wrapping a arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as he pounded into you. He was so quick with his thrusts, yet he managed to hit the same spot every time, he knew that's where the magic, that's the spot that drives you crazy.

"Oh yeah.. Right there! M-Miguel.. Please, oh my-!" You suddenly let out a loud moan, as your body twitched underneath him, your eyes rolled back as Miguel brought his other hand down and started to rub circles up against your clit. He was starting to drive you crazy, "Oh my god I'm coming again.." You closed your eyes as your brows furrowed, feeling a knot start to be formed in your stomach as you grew closer to your climax.

Miguel slowed down a bit, doing a couple if deep strokes in you before you felt someone warm enter your hole, you let out a whine as you looked up at him. Miguel leaned in and pecked a kiss against your forehead, "You look so beautiful under me.." Miguel brought his hand up ans gently cupped your cheeks, squeezing your face. "You should see how pathetic you look right now."

You narrowed your eyes at Miguel, you ated whenever he humiliated you. You just stared into his eyes until he got off of you, you rested your head on the pillow as you attempted to catch your breath.

Miguel got up and left the room, coming back with a warm cloth and a glass of water. "Are you mad at me, baby?" Miguel teased you as he sat the glass down on the nightstand before wiping you down with the cloth. He leaned down and pecked a kiss up against your back.

You just huffed in response as you sat up, looking at him. You reached over and grabbed a glass, bringing the rim up to your lips and drinking the cold water. It was really refreshing after going to pound town. "Miguel." You looked over at him.

"Yes, my love?" Miguel looked at you with a smile, tilting his head at you before sitting down on the bed.

"I love you." You smiled at him, sitting the glass down on the nightstand, turning your body in his direction. "I don't express it enough to you sometimes."

"You don't have to." Miguel placed a hand on the side of your face, gently dragging his thumb across your skin, your dark skin contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin. "I already know you love me. If you didn't love me, then you wouldn't be all over me."

"How would you know if I didn't love you?" You tilted your head at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

"If you didn't love me, you wouldn't be here with me." Miguel leaned in, smiling before he pecked a kiss on your lips.

[ccscocoapuffs]

Late Again- Johnny Silverhand Smut (March Madness Winner 2024)

The sun shined bright through the window of my small apartment in night city, mornings like this are the ones I could never take for granted. The view of night city despite this shitty apartment was one I don't think i could bare ever being away from. As I roll over a view I enjoy much more greets me.

"Good morning, Johnny" "....what time is it?" "9:45" "fuck....if it double digits I ain't waking the fuck up yet" "come on sleepy head, rogue has work for us this morning remember? you know how she hates it when we run late" "yeah yeah....five more minutes." "Johnny...come on we gotta go" I picked up and pillow and flopped it down on his head as I giggled at his irritated groan.

"if you're gonna make me get up can I atleast taste that pussy first?" "JOHNNY!" "What?! shits like coffee to me" "you're an idiot" "I didn't hear a no". Johnny quickly grabbed my hips and flipped me underneath him while he kissed down my neck onto my collarbone.

"Johnny we gotta...oh fuck" Johnny always had a way of going directly for that sweet spot on my neck that he knew makes me fall apart. Yet right now he knew exactly what he was doing by making us late. "I gotta deal for ya kid" "What's that?" "give me 20 minutes to fuck you into the mattress then we can still make it in time to go see rogue sense your so concerned about her yelling at us" "Fine but if we are late I'm gonna tell her it was your fault" "Just shut up and let me fuck you already".

Johnny slide his boxers off and started to slowly stroke himself with his precum leaking from his tip. I couldn't help myself from nearly drooling at the mere size of it. Johnny has always been a very big boy down below yet it never fails to surprise me every time I see it. He reaches forward with his right hand and rubs soft circles on my clit while his left hand reaches up to my neck. Damn how i love the cold sting of the metal against my burning skin. "You're fuckin soaked.....that all for me?" "yes.." "yes what?" "yes sir" "good girl..." Johnny leaned down spreading both my legs and place them on my shoulders before shoving his tongue into my soaked hole.

"Fuck! johnny!", Johnny continued to eat my soaked pussy like it was his last meal adding in his fingers in the process was no surprise as he loved to give me a little extra while he got his fix. "Fuck sweetheart you taste like fucking candy..." "mmmm johnny!" "thats it scream my name let the whole fucking building know whose fingers are in your pussy" "FUCK! please...please just fuck me already" "You want this cock princess?" "yes...please" "deal".

Johnny quickly adjusted himself before slamming into me without warning. "OH fuck!" Johnny's thrusts were relentless as usual yet I knew exactly what he was trying to do when he reached down and started to rub fast circles on my aching clit. "you gonna squirt for me, princess? hmm? you gonna soak the fucking sheets for me" "Fuck yes please Johnny Faster!" "yeah you like that? you like being my messy slut?" I felt the strong churning in my stomach as Johnny continuously quickened his pace. "Johnny.... gonna....im gonna!" "cum for me princess"

I most certainly didn't need to be told twice as I felt myself soak the sheets below as my orgasm rushed through my entire body. The overwhelming release almost made me drown out the sounds of Johnny's deep moan as he came inside me. "fuck.....princess so good for me" "Mmm thank you" "no thank you, baby best way to start the morning is with a pussy in your face" "dear god.." Just as Johnny leaned down to kiss my head the phone rang on the bedside table signaling to us both we were indeed once more late again.

"guess we're late huh?" "you're telling her why we are late, mr. i need my morning pussy" "i don't regret shit!". Though we may be late with Rogue again I can't help but hope I can wake Johnny up more often.

A/N: super simple Johnny smut for the March Madness poll #3 winner lemme know if yall wanna see more of Johnny in the future K BYEEEEEEE

[udretlnea]

The Divine City: Some Slices of Life

Part 1 \ Part 2 \ Part 3 \ Part 4 (here) \ Recap

“People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.”

Ivan Turgenev

The best time to wake up is when the sunlight is pouring through the window after having a pleasant dream about flying through the sky. It’s even better after falling asleep while reading the most fantastic book; the image of the protagonist sitting down with friends enjoying a pleasant meal after a hard day’s work leaves a sense of warmth in one’s chest.

It’s because of this fact that Lyla sleepily opened her eyes as she slowly awoke. She sits up to stretch her arms and then lets out a small yawn.

Mm, that was a good sleep. What time is it even? She thinks while glancing at the clock, only for her jaw to drop. “Oh SHOOT. How is it nearly noon already?!”

Indeed. It was 11:59 am. 

With that thought, the teen practically jumped out of bed and into a closet. In thirty seconds she changed out of her comfortable wear and into something suited for an outing. Lyla took a moment to comb her fingers through her blue hair until it was straightened out - ignoring any stray strands of course. 

Grabbing a Sunsettia from a fruit bowl she left on the table - fruit bowls were a nice thing to have - Lyla exited her dorm, taking extra care to lock it and making sure it was locked.

Then she headed out for a late start to her day.

People happily go about their business through the commerce district, the sounds of merchants selling their wares, and the muted excitement for Volksfest. Everything was lively.

Yet Lyla blocked it all out. To her, the extra stimuli would overwhelm her so she took care to set up her mental defenses lest she be overwhelmed. All of this just reminded her of how loud everything was at school. 

Lyla made a disgruntled noise as she passed by a particularly loud group of students. Maybe I should create an accident to make them quiet.

The bluenette rounded a corner and somewhat relaxed. In front of her some distance away was a building with the symbol of an open book attached to the front. Her destination was near.

Lyla paused just before the door. She exhaled a deep breath before putting a hand on the knob. Lyla turned it-

*Ding-ding*

-and entered. Her senses were assaulted by the suddenness of warmth and the scent of fresh paper. She allowed the door to close itself to stand there. Lyla shut her eyes to take it all in. 

At that moment, the noises from outside became muted. Her muscles relaxed themselves as she let herself be taken away to a happy place. Lyla could feel her lips curl into a smile. Soon enough she could feel a zen aura wrap around her. 

There, now we can begin. Lyla began making her way down the aisles of bookshelves. Allowing her senses to guide her, the bluenette looked left and right in search of any title that would catch her eye. Let me see, what am I in the mood for today? Guide me, gut instincts.

The student began taking her sweet time by reading the first chapter of any book that even vaguely interested her. She picked and read book after book, a few were tucked under her arm for purchase; time passed quickly as Lyla went through several aisles.

Lyla went through seven aisles when she had reached the end of the eighth. It was there that she noticed a book with a bright red material in the corner. The letters on the spine shone like gold. 

“Hmm, what’s this?” Lyla took the hard book and examined the cover. She read the title. “The Dark Soul of Tokoyo Still Stands by Taro Tanaka.” Sounds a bit odd for a light novel, but it does tickle my fancy.

She read the first chapter and was pleasantly surprised by what she read. The hook did its job well enough that she made it to the second and third chapter.  Pleased, the student tucked the book under her arm then turned to make her way to the counter.

A man with fair skin, short light brown hair and dark brown eyes sat at the checkout. He was in the middle of sipping a small cup of coffee when he noticed Lyla approaching. 

The bookstore owner - Gael no last name - was an interesting person. After asking him about his past one day, she learned that he’d moved from Mondstadt to the Divine City fifteen years ago. Having such a rich book collection, he decided to make a business selling all of them.

To give away all of this knowledge to the public for them to enjoy and learn instead of letting them rot away, I hope I’ll be as selfless as Mr. Gael one day, she thought as she put the books on the counter.

“Well well! The little bluebird hast returnst to mine humble bookstore,” he said with a smile.

Lyla raised a mocking eyebrow. “Are you speaking archaically Mr. Gael?”

He grinned. “Aye! I’m stuck behind the counter practically every day! I think I’m allowed to have some fun every now and then, hm? Spice things up and all that?”

“Sure if you’re having fun with it, then who am I to judge?” she smirked. 

Mr. Gael chuckled. It was bright and cheerful to her ears. He started going over the books she brought with her. His gaze then landed on the one with the red and gold covering. “Oh? You’re buying this one too? Interesting. I thought I’d never see the day.”

Lyla tilted her head bemusedly. “Why’s that? Is the cover not interesting enough?”

Gael shook his head as he put the book inside a bag with the others.  “That, along with how I got some comments saying the subject was odd. Like it couldn’t decide between gothic dark fantasy or medieval comedy.”

The bookstore owner shrugged and handed out the bag. Lyla thanked and paid for them, already going back into automatic mode. 

What a delightfully productive day. Though, I could’ve sworn it should still be day. Is the sun already setting? She looked up to see the sky already a mixture of orange and blue; she noticed a lone cloud floating lazily in the sky. Odd. That cloud shouldn’t be there. It should be…huh.

Her gut instinct roiled within her as if telling her something was off. Lyla squinted her eyes at it, trying to wrap the image around her head. Distantly, she heard a muffled voice grow louder. It sounded almost familiar. 

That’s weird. That cloud doesn’t look like it’s moving. 

“...a!”

But that hardly makes any sense. The wind should’ve blown it away.

“...yla!”

But then, how-

“Lyla!”

The bluenette student jumped at the loud noise and threw her hands in the air. Unfortunately that also meant her books were airborne; a second later gravity took hold and they started falling. Lyla held her arms out to swiftly catch two just in time. The third - the one with the red cover - slipped through the gap in her arms and was about to hit the ground.

Only for a hand to shoot out and grab it at the last second. Lyla’s eyes trailed up the arm until she was staring at a face she’d seen before. 

Cecilia straightened up and held out the book. “Here.”

“Thank-thank you, Cecila.” Lyla took the book gratefully. “It’s nice to see you again Cici, but I’m-I’m afraid I need to get back to my dorm soon!”

She was about to leave when Cecilia put a hand on her shoulder. 

“Wait.” Lyla turned around. “I…I want to cash in on that favor you owe me.”

Lyla’s eyebrows widened. She opened her mouth, but Cecilia wasn’t done. “Not right now though. I want you to meet up tomorrow morning at that cafe by Timeless Treasure. I promise to explain things there.”

“Uh…” Lyla pressed her mouth into a thin line. I don’t…ugh. Fine. “Sure thing.”

Cecilia gave a nod before turning around and walking out of sight. 

Lyla did the same, grumbling to herself about how eager she was to put the day’s events behind her.

And like that, night fell over the Divine City with promises that tomorrow will be exciting.

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A/N:

Taglist: @yuriisclumsy

(Reminder: This series was inspired by the Divine City by @yuriisclumsy)

Ta-da! Introducing Lyla aka that one student in class who’d rather escape into books than interact with reality! Ideally, it was best not to write her as a sole loner; as a teen, she does want to make friends, but it’s secondary to her. I hope I could portray her as - not nerdy what’s the word for it - introverted (Hm, I’d love to explore her hidden backbone though).

Also, surprise! Lyla has a friend/classmate in Cecilia. I plan to explore their relationship after this project once stuff hits the fan. And yes, this is the “who” Cici alluded to near the end of her chapter. A part of me thought the execution was weak, but personally I believe it’s more than sufficient. It definitely isn’t too soon to use that card, not with what I’ve planned.

Regarding the plot point of Lyla being a student therefore supposed to be in-class…I chose to go another route: namely, she doesn’t have classes on Friday and neither does Cecilia (in my notes they both go to Voxia Academy and ONLY that academy. They ain’t studying to be Upholders.) That would then leave her open on the weekends for Cecilia to execute her plan without trouble.

Mr. Gael. You definitely won’t be seeing him anymore. Nope, just a one-off character who has completed his purpose of introducing Lyla’s love for books. Yup.

BTW FYI in case it wasn’t clear, the four chapters take place on the same day: August 2nd. Sure, we see different perspectives throughout the times, but it’s still the same day.

Hmm, having to clarify this in the notes feels cumbersome. I should just write this into a recap chapter - WAIT OH MY GOSH THAT’S why recap episodes/chapters exist! For convenience! Mm! Practical. I should write that after this one. And then a break would be in order I think (I deserve one at this point, don’t I?).

I needed to make sure everything was figuratively wrapped in a nice bow. The set-up is now done, and all left is initiating the conflict. If you have any critiques, comments, or observations please don’t be afraid to leave any! Please!

[silly-guy-123]

Mostly platonic but with a hint of romance if you squint

Anyway.

Badsansuary Day 4 - Compliments

Horror x Reader

(Also the rest of the Bad Sanses are here but they aren't the main focus)

“you look nice today,” Horror said.

The end.

JUST KIDDING!!!

It was surprisingly hot outside today, considering that it was winter. You weren't a fan of the heat when it went on for too long, but today you welcomed the change from freezing cold to somewhat warm.

You might even be able to go outside today without feeling like you're going to get frostbite.

But alas, you had nobody to spend the day with…

Actually. You did.

You almost forgot that you had friends, which was embarrassing.

Anyway, you got dressed in clothing appropriate for the weather. And you made sure to bring a jacket, just in case it got cold again.

One could never be too prepared.

Then you went outside, sending your friends a quick text that practically demanded they show up. But it was worded politely. You were so amazing at making things sound polite when you needed to.

Anyway. You had plans today.

A picnic!

You had been tracking the weather for several days in order to hopefully find a day warm enough for it.

You had prepared a bunch of snacks the day before.

So you were really hoping that your friends would show up.

You just had to wait.

Eventually your waiting payed off, because you could see the cracked skull of your best friend, Horror, along with your other skeleton friends, Dust, Killer, and Nightmare.

Yeah. All of your friends were skeletons. So what? They were better than everyone else. Even if they were a bunch of murderous hobos.

You had the picnic set up already. So there wasn't really a rush. You decided to have a bit of a conversation first.

“Can you believe how warm it is today?” You asked.

Nightmare just frowned. “Yes. I am, quite literally, seeing it with my own eyes.

“No need to be such a buzzkill!” You teased playfully, turning to the rest of the group. You opened your mouth to speak, but Dust interrupted you.

“don’t even start. we came here for a picnic, not a one hour rambling session,” he said grumpily, but there was a smile on his face.

Killer put his elbow on Dust's shoulder, leaning on him. “Awww, come on, you know, I think listening to them talk about the types of plants and their differences is fun. Why don't they tell us about it, hmm?”

“noooo!!” Dust said, pretending to be mortally wounded.

Horror just chuckled, “thanks for this, muffin. we all needed a break. you're the best.”

You tried to laugh it off, not used to being complimented so highly. “Haha! Anyway, let's eat, I guess.”

And so you all sat down for a picnic, and began to eat. Once the meal was finished, everyone appeared to be content.

“you made that? wow, thought ya bought it from a store or somethin’, ‘s really good.” Horror grabbed a second helping.

There was a chorus of agreement from everyone else except Nightmare, who preferred to just watch.

“Thank you everyone,” You said, trying to hide your embarrassment. You just liked to cook. You didn't need to be complimented for it.

Nightmare looked at his watch. “Oh. It's nearly 6pm. The sun will be going down soon.” He looked at you. “Hate to cut this short, but we must be going now.”

You understood. You just nodded, and went to pick everything up. Horror decided to help you, and you both went inside to put everything away.

“i meant what i said, muffin,” Horror said, “you really are the best.”

You began to blush, and decided to kick him out.

“Okayyyyyy, time to stop the unnecessary praise for something so simple! Bye bye!!! Stay safe everyone!!”

You said this after shoving Horror out of the house (you weren't actually shoving him, he only left because you seemed insistant) and waving at everyone before they left.

What a good day.

____________________

Horror belongs to Sour Apple Studios,

Dust belongs to Ask Dusttale

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas (I hope I didn't spell that wrong 😭)

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

[beaker1636]

B is for Body Oil - Ryan

AN: I know I initially teased that B would be for blindfold, but I just couldn't get into that, however when I switched to body oil I got pretty into it. I don't think this is my best smut chapter so I apologize in advance if it is garbage but here is part 2 of the alphabet game.

“God Damnit,” Ryan yells, tossing his guitar to the side, rehearsal for the festival they fly out to in the morning clearly not going how he wants it to go.

“Ryan, Chill! We all have off days, at least it is just a rehearsal and not a performance that is not going well,” Justin says, tossing his friend a water from across the room, knowing his friend needs it without him asking.

He just groans in response, taking a drink before looking at the guys around the room. “Can we please play the song one last time before we go?”

“No, I don’t think that is a good idea.  I think it is best we just call it a day, I know it’ll sound fine on Saturday when we play and we all could use some time to relax tonight before we leave in the morning,” Chris says, moving to gather his things off the table in front of him. He also gives Vinny a look to show he is not impressed with the younger texting while they are talking.

“Wait, Vin, you never gave Ryan his letter,” Rick says, trying to break the tension between his friends, and low key hoping that it will be something that will help Ryan relax so he isn’t such a dick tomorrow.

“Oh, I just told Lottie to give what they need to Ariana, It’ll help you relax but I figured I would let it be a surprise because if you knew you wouldn’t let her do what she wants to with it,” Vinny says, smiling slightly at Ryan who looks ready to neuter the drummer.

“Can he even fucking do that? Not tell me what my task is?” Ryan spits out, the annoyance clear as day in his words as he continues to glare the younger man down. 

“I would say that is against the rules but technically only one of you need to know what it is to complete it and we never said the task can’t be given to our girls so….” Chris cuts off, giving a sheepish grin to Ryan.

“Trust me, it will help you relax and I think you really could benefit from relaxing right now,” Vinny says, grabbing his keys off the table in front of him and taking off out the door of the practice space before Ryan has a chance to come after him for this.

“Shit, for all our sakes we need you to fucking relax before we leave too,” Justin says, grabbing his things off the table and looking at Ryan now too.

“I pick what you have to do next dickhead, I’d watch what you say,” Ryan growls as he storms off to his car.

At Home

Ryan walks into your shared home, tossing his keys on the kitchen table and making his way to where you stand in front of the stove, working on finishing up his favorite dinner as you were warned he was in a terrible mood.

“Hey baby, dinner will be done in a half an hour or so, why don’t you go take a shower to decompress after rehearsal.  I left your favorite pajama pants in the bathroom already for you,” you say, turning to give him a kiss and a quick kiss before going back to cooking.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” he responds, pulling you into a tight back hug, catching you off guard before he trudges his way up the stairs towards your bathroom.

Right as you are finishing up plating the meal and putting them both on the table he walks back down, his hair now wet and dripping on his shirtless frame as he watches you set the table for the two of you.  When he catches your eyes he opens his arms up for a hug, silently asking you to give him.  You do so gladly, resting your face on his chest while he holds you tight, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

“I love you Ry,” you say softly, knowing that he needs to hear the words tonight.

You both take a seat at the dining table, you eating dinner while he vents about everything that went wrong with his day.  You listen, knowing that he doesn’t want you to say anything, just wanting to get all his frustrations off his chest.  Ryan has never been one to talk about his feelings or what is bothering him with anyone, but it is different with you.  You are his safe space, he knows that he can talk to you about anything and you will never judge him for what he says, he can trust you to accept what he has to say and to accept him no matter what.

“Thank you for listening Ari, I do feel better getting everything out,” he says, giving you a small smile as you both finish up.

“Good, now to relax you completely I need you to go strip completely and lay down on your stomach on our bed, just trust me baby,” you give him a quick kiss before grabbing both of your plates to take them to the kitchen, waiting until you hear his steps go up the stairs towards your room to follow him.

“Did you want me laying on the towels or…” Ryan asks, glancing at you as he strips out of his pants and boxers.

“Oh shit, yes please,” you answer as you move to dim the lights and strip down to your sports bra and panties so that you won’t get oil all over your clothing.

“So what exactly are you doing?” Ryan asks when he feels you sit down on his ass and hears something opening.

“B is for body oil, and you need to relax so I am using it to give you a full body massage.  Thank god I took those classes huh?” you ask him as you let some of the oil drop on his neck, starting to rub right below his hairline.

You move to the base of his neck, squeezing slightly before working your hands out towards his shoulders and repeating the action on both sides several times until you can feel the tension in those muscles leave.  Following that with his shoulders you apply pressure, rolling them both forward and back, feeling his whole body begin to relax from your touches.

Ryan lets out a sigh, “I forgot how wonderful you are with your hands Ari, this feels amazing.”

“Shh, no talking.  Just focus on relaxing and my touch.” you softly respond, not wanting to break the calm, relaxed mood that there currently is in the room.

You drop more oil from the bottle directly onto the skin of his back and bring your hands to his spine, applying pressure as you make circular motions with your thumbs, moving back outwards over and over as you make your way down his back.

Next you chose to move on to his hands, starting at his palm where you press firmly with your thumbs before moving them outwards towards his finger.  Moving to his wrists where you make long strokes moving up towards his shoulders before repeating it on his other arm.

You lift yourself off of him to move towards the end of the bed so you can move on to his feet.  Applying pressure to the ball and arch of his foot you stroke up with your thumbs towards his toes before moving up his leg.  Kneading and pushing your hands up in long strokes towards his knee before doing the same moving up his thighs and then following that up with the other leg.

You move on to the part you are arguably most excited to be getting to as well as part of him you are going to enjoy the view of… his butt.  You set your hands so that your palms are each cupping a cheek as you begin slow circular motions until you notice that he is relaxed, switching to a closed fist in the center of each, using a slow twisting motion on his skin.

You smirk to yourself when you hear him groan as he shifts slightly, your sign that he is starting to get worked up from your touch.

“Roll over for me Ry,” you say gently, watching as he does so, not failing to notice that he has a slight hard on as you figured he would after you massaged his ass for quite awhile.

You settle yourself on his upper thighs so that you can begin at his collar bones and work your way down his chest, making sure that with each stroke of your arms that you rub up against him so that he will be fully hard when you are finished and get to the fun part.

When you figured he had enough of your teasing you move yourself so you are sitting next to him rather than on him.  Dripping some oil on his now very hard cock, leaving some light teasing touches before wrapping your hand around him, stroking him as the oil makes your hand easily glide across him.

His hand moves so that he wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping you.

“Ari, Can you please strip for me? I want to see you,” he says softly, meeting your gaze with his half lidded, lust filled eyes.

You simply nod and move so that you can remove your bra and panties, figuring if that is what he wants then that he will get, this is all about him tonight.

“Do you want me to show you another fun use for the oil Ry?” you ask, watching as your drip more oil on his cock.

He nods, watching closely as you move to straddle his upper thighs, shifting so that he is rubbing in between tour folds, specifically so he is rubbing against your clit as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his.  Both of you groaning at the friction and pleasure that the movement brings you.

The way the oil allows the two of you to glide against each other with such ease brings a new sensation that neither of you have experienced before.  You keep your movements slow, knowing that the buildup will make the ending more enjoyable. Ryan has enough of that though and grabs your hips, holding you on him as he stops you and grinds himself up against you with need, groaning out as you both begin to get close.  He finishes against you with a sigh, his cum all over your folds and beginning to drip back down on him.

When he comes back down from his high he lightly pushes on you, helping you to lay on your back as he settles himself between your legs, enjoying the sight of his cum all over your folds.

“Well, I can’t make you suffer when you were so close, especially when your pussy looks so amazing covered in my cum… but I bet it will look even better when I use it as lube,” he says, gathering some of it on a couple of his fingers before he roughly thrusts them inside of you, fucking you with them as he watches closely.

You groan, feeling yourself getting close yet again as he continues to push you closer to the edge with his fingers pumping inside of you.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you, loving the thought of having my cum inside of you,” he growls, his tone getting dark as he watches you begin to come undone.

He begins to circle your clit with your thumb knowing that you need a little more to finally let go.  Your orgasm hitting you abruptly, catching both of you completely off guard as you have never finished that quickly before.

“Fuck, that was hot,” ryan says as he steps away from you to go get a washcloth from the attached bathroom to help you clean yourself up.

After he helps you up off the bed, both of you getting dressed in your pajamas and taking the towels off the bed so you can lay down.  Your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. 

“Well the little shit was right, it definitely did relax me,” Ryan says as a joke as he turns the light off, both of you so relaxed you fall asleep rather quickly. 

You both wind up oversleeping, and you barely get Ryan to the airport on time in the morning, making everyone laugh as they realized that you trying to relax him clearly worked.

[gi-maeve-rose]

Olivia felt like the air was vacuumed from her lungs. Every muscle in her body went stiff. “Who is this?” she demanded.

The man on the line laughed. “Oh, shit! Is that Detective Benson?” He spoke like they were old friends, adding to their infuriation. “Wait, no. Lieutenant Benson. That’s right, it’s been a while since we last spoke. You really climbed those ranks, didn’t you?”

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Monday, October 31st, 7:15PM

Valeria was fifteen minutes early. She thought the traffic would be worse getting back. Would showing up at his door now make her look too eager? Should she wait at her apartment and be fifteen minutes late, or would that make her seem disregarding? If she was on time, it might make it seem like she was too coordinated for this.

At the end of it, she decided she was overthinking it, as she usually did, and went into her apartment to try to mask the stress of the day before heading to Rafael’s. And if Isabella was back home, give her a piece of her mind. But she wasn’t, and that gave Valeria the chance to put on her best cool demeanor while she changed into cleaner, more casual clothes. This was her first real date in over a decade. Rationality said there would be no date if Rafael didn’t already see something in her, but realism reminded her that he didn’t see it all. He saw what Valeria showed him, what she deemed safe to be seen. And it wasn’t much…

Valeria finished off her refresh with dry shampoo, her leather jacket in place of her blazer and jeans in place of slacks. She wasn’t a fan of the “professional” attire rule Liv had in place, but she also wasn’t in a place to question it or fight it. It really wasn’t a huge deal at the end of the day. What was a huge deal, was this first date. She’d almost forgotten it was her birthday until she walked into Rafael’s apartment and smelled the fresh meal he’d prepared.

Rafael poked his head from the kitchen, his smile the brightest thing in the room when he saw Valeria setting her bag next to the door. “Well, shit. You actually came,” he teased.

“Okay, well, if you’re gonna be an ass right off the bat, I can just go and have dinner with Liv and Noah.” She picked up her bag again.

Rafael laughed, setting the food to warm as he went to greet Val at the door with a glass of wine. “Put the bag down, and leave your attitude with it.” He placed a glass in one hand and took the purse from the other. “Leonetti Merlot, 2015.”

She hummed, taking a quick sniff before a sip. “Sounds expensive.”

He raised a brow. “And if it was?”

“I’d complain. A lot.”

“So, what I’m hearing is, never let you find gift receipts,” he summarized. “Thanks for the heads up.” Rafael chuckled as she rolled her eyes and brushed past him, watching her walk toward the kitchen. She moved more gracefully when she wasn’t drunk. Straighter, stronger. It formed a familiar knot in his lower belly. One that he had to actively remind himself to ignore, to not act upon. At least for now. “Arroz con gandules y lechón,” he explained the smell, following her into the kitchen. “Pasteles are still heating up in the pot.”

Valeria’s eyes widened as she looked back at him, her chest feeling warm as the swarm of butterflies got feistier in her belly. “You actually took the time to make pasteles?” That expectation wasn’t even close to being on her mind. At least not this soon into their… whatever they were doing.

Rafael walked past her with a guilty expression, grabbing the wine to top off her already almost empty glass. “For the sake of keeping you impressed and not tarnishing my reputation as an overachiever, we’ll say yes.” Store bought, but still quality made, in his opinion. He would have made them himself if he had the time, but he truthfully hadn’t expected her to accept his invitation to dinner, let alone agree to a relationship with him. He seemed confident on the outside, but honestly? He was freaking out just as much as she was. All of this was almost brand new, and he didn’t want to ruin it.

Valeria chuckled. “Trust me, your effort at all is impressive enough,” she assured, leaning back against the counter. Her stance changed, shoulders shrugging up as if she was trying to hide. She was timid, glancing down into the glass. “You really want to give this a shot, huh?” God fuck— Why did she ask? Why couldn’t she just let it be? Was it really that unbelievable that she could have something good?

It honestly almost broke Rafael’s heart that she had such a hard time accepting that she was worth the effort, but he understood how that doubt came to be. “I do,” he confirmed. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m willing to figure it out as I go, if you’re willing to be patient with me.”

Her smile grew gently. “I’m raising a teenager,” she reminded jokingly. “My patience isn’t a problem, it’s my sanity.”

“I’m guessing Isa finally got back to you?” He sipped his wine before setting it down to tend to the food being prepared.

“Nope, but we traced her phone. She’s at her crush’s house.” She fully expected the concerned looked Rafael gave her, sharing the same sentiment. “I know, but I also know Isa. She’s not gonna do anything stupid. Er… Well… Not anything stupider than what she’s already done.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Rafael encouraged, pulling open a cabinet for plates.

Valeria watched as he plated and served their dinner. How the fabric of his polo moved with his muscles, fitted to his contours. His grip tightening on the plate as it started to weigh heavier when more food filled it. And when he walked to the table… Lord, save Val from these sinful thoughts. Or don’t. “Fucking wild,” she thought out loud, biting her lip.

He glanced back, setting the plates down. “What is?”

“Hm?”

He noticed her eyes cast up to his from his hip region, grinning slowly. “You said ‘fucking wild’. What’s fucking wild?”

She shook her head, sipping her wine. “How when we first met, I wanted nothing more than to beat your ass,” she indulged, grabbing his glass and bringing it to the table. “You were just… so fucking arrogant and snide, walking around like you owned shit just because you’re good in the courtroom.”

“You know, when you talk like that, I get the feeling you still hate me,” he chuckled. Although, it was a very real concern he had, but tried to bury.

“I never hated you,” she admitted. “You just frustrated me. Still do, but for different reasons.”

Curious. “And what are those reasons?”

Valeria finished her second glass, setting it empty on the table before turning toward Rafael. One hand propped against the table while the other rest on her hip. “You’re still arrogant and a pain in my ass,” she said, though voice held a… certain undertone. Her eyes wandered over the features of his face. The hints of silver in his hair and beard, the tired lines from years of fighting in court. Seasoned, but refined. She inhaled a subtly shaky breath in an attempt to settle herself, her hand lifting from the table to straighten the collar of his polo. “But now it adds to your charm. I don’t want to fight you as much as I would rather…” A pause. Valeria bit her lip with a sultry grin. “Something else that starts with an ‘f’.” A quick little tug at his collar undid the loose top button. She left him with that, grabbing her glass as she went back to the kitchen to refill it.

Jesus fucking Christ. Valeria made it harder and harder for him to keep his hands to himself. No matter how much he tried to tell himself to keep it together, his body did the opposite, following her into the kitchen. He stood directly behind her, smirking when her breath hitched at his hands on her hips. “Are you trying to seduce me, Detective?” he asked quietly, lips brushing against her ear.

Valeria tried to keep her composure, but her hair standing on end gave her away. “Depends.” She leaned back against his chest, turning her face slightly toward his. “Is it working?”

She gasped in surprise when he squeezed her hips and turned her, backing her against the counter. The involuntary moan as he pressed his hips against hers deepened a blush on her cheeks. “You tell me,” he breathed, eyes staring hungrily into hers.

Restraint broken, Rafael gave into temptation, claiming Valeria’s lips with his own. Hardly a risk when she so eagerly returned the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, hands pushing through his hair. It was the same intensity as the first time, but they forced themselves to take their time, savor the feeling of each other under their hands, explore each other’s bodies, taste each other. No touch was a bad one, lighting every nerve on fire.

Dinner was long forgotten. The only thing on their mind was lust as they stumbled out of the kitchen and into the living room. “You know, I have a rule about not putting out of the first date,” Rafael teased through kisses, pushing Valeria’s leather jacket off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Valeria chuckled, pulling the bottom of his shirt from the waistband of his slacks. “Well , excuse me, Princess,” she teased back, kicking off her shoes. “Should I stop?” The backs of her knees hit the arm of the couch and she let out a soft yelp as she toppled onto her back. She stared up at him, warmth pooling in her lower belly and between her legs in response to how he looked at her.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Rafael pounced, laying himself atop Valeria, his hips settled between her legs. He was desperate for friction, grinding the strain in his pants against her, drawing a vulgar moan from deep in his chest as their kisses grew pornographic. This was not in the plan for tonight, but there was no way either of them would stop.

But perhaps they spoke too soon. Valeria’s phone started to ring in her purse, eliciting an irritated groan from her. “Déjalo,” Rafael begged, his lips trailing down her neck.

“No puedo,” she panted, despite her wanting to. His hands tearing off her clothes and his mouth on her skin begged her not to stop. “¿Y si es Olivia?”

“Puedes llamarla más tarde. Puedes culparme.” As enticement, he slipped his hand down the front of her panties, coating his middle and ring finger in her wet before pushing them inside her. “Por favor.”

His fingers inside her and his breathless pleading were electric, ripping a gasping moan from her chest. She drowned out her phone ringing long before it stopped, mind stolen into the moment. “Fuck, Rafa,” she whined, hands gripping tight on his shirt and in his hair. The lower he kissed down her body, the heavier her breaths came. She couldn’t help but watch.

Rafael wasn’t lying when he said this wasn’t something he would do on the first date, but he couldn’t help himself this time around. Every snippy remark Valeria made, every glare she cast toward him, the way she carried herself. The longer it went on since May, the more he wanted her. And the more he wanted her, the more he thought had to push it down. Until that past Friday, at least. He really couldn’t stop thinking about her body on his, her tongue in his mouth. He felt guilty, perverted when he imagined how that night would’ve gone if he hadn’t told her to stop. Even more so when he pleasures himself more than once at the thought.

But he intended to make a dream come true now, his hand leaving her core despite her protesting whines and removing the fabric that covered her. He tossed them onto the floor with her jeans and her shirt, marveling at her statuesque body laid open beneath him. “You’re so beautiful,” he praised, his hands gliding gently over her silky legs. He pushed her knees closer to her chest as he leaned down, laying soft kisses to her thighs, alternating as he dipped lower and lower, closer and closer.

Valeria’s head fell back, eyes shut as she reveled in the expert way his tongue danced over her clit. Sexual partners were far and few between, and when they did happen, it was admittedly nothing memorable. She never experienced what it was like to be pleased like this. They never really cared, but even if they had, she was positive nothing would compare to Rafael. Her hips rolled, begging for more, to which Rafael happily obliged by wrapping his lips around her clit. Valeria’s back arched, her moans louder, surely heard by neighbors through the walls.

Music to his ears. She was so much sweeter than he imagined, so much better. He shifted on his knees to adjust the hardness in the front of his pants. His cock twitched and throbbed, begging to be freed from its confines, pleading for pleasure. If only he cared about his own as much as he cared about hers. Or perhaps it was his name falling from her lips with breathless moans that did it for him, that could easily get him off. He released one of her thighs, slipping his fingers into her again to work in tandem.

The knotting core in her belly burned white hot. “Just like that, baby,” Valeria panted. “Fuck, don’t stop. I’m right there. I—“ Her orgasm cut her words short. She clawed at the couch for dear life as she toppled over the edge, shouting Rafael’s name in euphoric bliss.

It took pure willpower and a half to keep himself from cumming, but holy fuck, was it difficult. Her lust flooded, dripping down his chin and hand as he kept working his fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm. Her legs relaxed, Rafael carefully laying them down as he pressed kisses to her hips. “Good girl,” her purred against her skin, grinning as she twitched from each kiss, every nerve in her body ultra sensitive. “Should’ve figured you’d be a screamer.”

Valeria chuckled between heavy breaths, eyes glazed over with lust as she looked down at him. “Get your clothes off and I’ll show you just how loud I can be,” she challenged, pressing the top of her foot against his cock, strained in his slacked.

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He groaned sharply, his hips involuntary grinding down to add more friction as he sat back on his knees, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. “Yes, ma’am,” he rumbled.

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8:00PM

Fin had forgotten his phone at his desk, grumbling to himself in irritation as he was now forced to get dressed again to go back to grab it. Phoebe was sure to tease the almighty shit out of him when he got back. He passed by Olivia’s office, attention grabbed when he noticed the lights on. He peeked in to find her at her desk. “Hey,” he greeted in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Olivia looked up from her computer with a grateful sigh, taking off her glasses. “Dodds needed me to double check that Joshua Fletcher case,” she explained. “Said something about it felt off.” She gave a tired laugh at Fin’s offense. “I assured him you did everything right, but he insisted, so I’m just trying to give him a piece of mind.” But it could wait for now. She had her boy at home and she didn’t want to keep Lucy any longer than she needed to. “What about you? I figured you would’ve been in for the night.”

“I was until Phoebe pointed out that I left my phone,” he retorted, a little embarrassed.

Olivia laughed, standing from her desk to follow Fin out to his. “Fin, if you need a day, all you have to do is say so,” she assured. “You’ve been working your ass off, you deserve it.”

He waved a hand as he grabbed his phone. “Nah, I’m alright. You know me, I get antsy if I’m not doing something.” The phone buzzed in his hand, dropping his jaw just slightly when he read the caller ID. “Well, well, well.” He showed Olivia, who shared the same expression when she read the name. Isabella. Fin shook his head. “She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’m not telling Val.” He and Olivia scoffed before he answered on speaker, Fin mentally praising God that he didn’t have any teen girls to deal with. “Girl, do you have any idea how bad your sister freaked out about you? First you skip your classes, then you don’t return anyone’s calls? Val’s gonna be pissed. You got a death wish or something?”

“Funny you should say that, Detective Tutuola.” The voice that responded was too deep to be Isabella’s. Too old. Too masculine. It wasn’t entirely familiar, but something about it pierced hard, making the detective’s and lieutenant’s blood run cold.

Olivia felt like the air was vacuumed from her lungs. Every muscle in her body went stiff. “Who is this?” she demanded.

The man on the line laughed. “Oh, shit! Is that Detective Benson?” He spoke like they were old friends, adding to their infuriation. “Wait, no. Lieutenant Benson. That’s right, it’s been a while since we last spoke. You really climbed those ranks, didn’t you?”

She in no mood for games, grabbing Fin’s hand that held the phone. “Answer me,” she demanded. “Who is this?”

He sighed. “I guess I wouldn’t be very memorable to you, huh? Val doesn’t really talk about me, does she? Not that I blame her. We had a… rocky relationship. I tried calling her so we could talk it out, but no answer.”

Connor Davis. If hell was real… Every horrible thought ran through Olivia and Fin’s minds. Isabella’s behavior started to make sense. It didn’t seem like her because it wasn’t her. Davis had her, and it was sickening to think of what could’ve happened to her in the last eight hours. “Where’s Isabella, Connor? Let me talk to her,” Olivia pleaded.

“No.” Venom laced his voice. He had nothing to hide anymore. Thanks to Valeria, the world knew what monstrous things he was capable of. If it was a monster they saw, a monster they’d get. “I have a message for my ex, and you’re going to make sure she gets it.”

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A/N: First and foremost, I want to apologize for this chapter being two days late. I have a day job as a hairstylist, and with Thanksgiving being right around the corner, work has slowly been getting busier. On top of that, my creative writing has been lacking. It took me three days since posting Chapter 6 to even start writing Chapter 7, and even when I started, the creative thoughts just weren’t there. But I managed to finish it, and while I worry it’s not up to par with the first half dozen chapters, I hope you all enjoy it anyway.

All this being said, I will be taking a holiday break from writing. I absolutely intend to continue and finish Marked, but for now, I owe it to you all and myself to give you the best writing I have, which means I need to let my mind rest a bit and rejuvenate. The estimated time of my return can be expected on either January 6th, 2023 or January 13th, 2023. Until then, I actually wanna know your thoughts on what I have so far and what you think will happen! In comments, asks, DMs, however you want to make your predictions! This break would also give me a chance to interact with you all like I have really been wanting to.

Until the new year, my friends!

♥️ Georgie

[mugiwara-no-toshokan]

Thrice Prophesized

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: In-Universe levels of violence, amnesia, romance, reader gets some good bad-ass moments, but shouldn't feel Overpowered if I did my job well, surprisingly no smut in this one loves, but it's book 1 of 2.

Still 18+

Chapter 11: Twice Prophesized

You found it difficult to be in the same space as Zoro unless there were other people around. Meals were fine, working together to deal with ship problems was fine, but when Nami sent the two of you to get provisions while you were waiting for the Luffy group to return you had dragged Chopper along with you. If you hadn’t already known that Chopper had been born a reindeer you would’ve assumed he and Zoro to actually be brothers. The arrangement worked out well, Chopper talked to Zoro, Zoro talked to Chopper, and Chopper talked to you. Zoro wasn’t one to prompt conversation, so you could use the communication skills you had as a knight.

You could talk to who you wanted, while including the person you didn’t want to focus on. It was a court etiquette thing. You weren’t well-versed at it, since knights were often only spoken to when they had achieved something worth notice from nobles, but you had ample enough practice. In this way you could talk to Chopper, include Zoro, and never actually talk to Zoro.

It was hard enough just to see him after that day.

He could’ve been a legendary knight on your world, just from his basic skills and force of will alone. It wouldn’t have mattered what his aptitude in magic was, and if haki was any kind of true indicator he would’ve truly been a magic knight, and not just a knight who uses magic.

Five days came and went, and Luffy, Sanji, Brook and Franky returned from their trip. They had returned with baubles, treasures, stories and more clues about the One Piece. They had been through quite the ordeal, and were equal parts exhausted and banged up, so it was decided the ship would stay on the island for another day or two while everyone recovered. The ship needed to go back through the rough currents again, no matter how they left the island, so it was best to at least give everyone a breather first.

You had asked Nami if it was okay for the ship to return to the first port. It had been a few days and you were curious what had happened. The smaller fishing town you had been in the last few days had spoken about good news, but it was hard to parse from the locals if it was good news for the townsfolk, or good news for the crown. You had assumed for the former, since there was no army of Marines trolling the smaller town for recruits to crush a rebellion, but you wanted to be sure.

You put powder in your hair to the change the color, and let Robin and Nami pick out clothes for you and put on makeup. The only thing you wouldn’t budge on was carrying your sword, but you did want to look as different as you could. Of the entire crew you were the one who had become the most recognizable in the small town, so the steps seemed necessary enough. Usually you pinned your hair back to keep it out of the way, but you left it down now as well.

“That’s quite the transformation!” Chopper beams as you come out. “I wouldn’t know it was you if you didn’t smell right.”

Animals and scents, okay that makes sense. “Aw, thank you Chopper.”

“A proper gentlemen would recognize you.” Sanji says, but you can see him looking away as he lights a cigarette.

“Then I hope I don’t run into any while we’re out.” You laugh. “I don’t want someone to recognize me.”

“We’ll be back shortly,” Nami says as the three of you leave. “We can grab a couple more provisions while we’re out, if it’s safe to do so.”

It didn’t take long to realize the town was almost completely transformed in the last few days. There was more color in the people already, and a lot of people were wearing swords on their hips just like you. Which certainly helped you blend in. There was sound and chatter among the people and fliers were plastered in places all around town – there was to be a series of meetings to decide how the island was to be ruled going forward.

There was someone in the position of king, but from the murmurings on the street it was more to keep up the pretense of everything being okay, should the government or marines arrive unexpectedly.

Well, sink or swim, at least they had taken the opportunity provided to them, and that in and of itself was heartwarming enough. More importantly than that, there weren’t any wanted posters with your face plastered all over the place, so you felt yourself relax a little.

After explaining your plan, you left Nami and Robin to do some shopping while you made your way to the scaffold. You promised to carry everything back to the ship, you just wanted to see what had – or hadn’t – happened with the space in the last couple of days. All three of you going might draw attention, but on your own you could blend in better.

When you arrived at the town square you were relieved to see that the scaffolding hadn’t been rebuilt, but you noticed that people were stopping by a spot and leaving behind trinkets and flowers. You walked over carefully, being mindful to not bother anyone, and when you saw what was going on you had to struggle to keep from reacting outwardly.

There was a heavy axe set against a sword that had been driven into the ground, a sign hanging from the hilt of the sword with a steady flowing script gracing the smooth planks of wood. The flowers and trinkets were gathered around it, and you were certain that something more permanent was going to take its place eventually.

The words on the sign drove home just how loud you could be when you wanted, because the sign read:

I Set My Knightage At The Feet Of My Lord And Challenge You As A Pirate.

“Arara,” came an even voice next to you. You nearly flinched, you hadn’t noticed the man approach you, but something about him was comforting. “That’s quite the statement for them to memorialize.”

“They say that good words make weak men angry,” you say, looking up – and up – to the tall man standing by you. He wore round glasses, and muted clothes. Most notably he had a dark green long jacket and a cap over fluffy curly hair. There were hints of bad burn scars on his skin, and something else that caught your attention. “You smell like winter rolling off the mountaintops.”

Like winter magic.

“I’ve never had someone tell me that. I hope it’s not unpleasant?”

You shake your head. “Reminds me of home, honestly.” You admit, leaning down and setting down the biggest belly coin you have on you by the shrine. “Are you from a winter country?”

“Arara… no, my home island was fairly temperate.”

Island. Well, not someone from your world.

“Thank you for the memories then, good sir.” You say, disappointment dragging your mood down a little as you turn away.

You hadn’t felt him approach you, but you felt his hand reaching for you as you stepped away. You shifted to the side and turned to look at him crossly. It was hard to read his face with those glasses over his eyes, but something about him was sharp. It wasn’t like having a knife at your throat, it was like having spikes all around you.

“Forgive me, I just thought it was interesting that you would leave a token at your monument.” He says evenly, and you feel the chill slip down your back. “Giving luck to yourself, or to the island?”

You risked a step back. “For the island.”

“So honest, I expected you to disagree with me. Is it part of a knight’s oath to always be honest?”

The feeling of spikes surrounding you was getting tighter, but if you ran this man would win. You could tell. Maybe it was the haki training, maybe it was just instinct. You wanted to keep him talking, but if you stalled for too long, Robin and Nami would be caught up in things.

You kept your gaze on him, even if you couldn’t easily see his eyes through the glasses. “What’s your name?”

“Gigantesco Mano!” You heard Robin’s voice and suddenly a giant pair of legs sprout up from the ground between you and the mystery man. “Stomp!” You can hear the shattering sound of ice even if you can’t see what’s happening.

You take advantage of the distraction and run toward Nami and Robin. You stand in front of the two of them and pull out your sword, as the shattering of ice from Robin’s attack reforms and becomes the mysterious man again. So, it was a devil fruit like Smoker’s, though this man felt far more dangerous.

“Aokiji!” You hear Nami gasp, and you recognize the name.

“The Marine who is not anymore.”

“My name is Kuzan,” he says as he reforms completely. “It’s correct I’m not a marine anymore, but 250 million belly makes me curious. Only Alive made me even more curious, so I wanted to see for myself. I’m not here to collect, I’m just here to talk.”

“I refuse.” You answer firmly.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.” He speaks lazily, as though he’s not even legitimately curious.

You shake your head. “Irrelevant. I have made up my mind regarding the marines of this world, and I don’t care if you’ve quit, resigned, gone undercover, or got kicked out.”

“Arara, ‘of this world’.” He says, and you can feel the tension pull tight in the air. There have been townsfolk who had idled nearby when there was a commotion, but now they seemed stuck in place from the heavy feeling in the air. “Then you truly are from another world.”

You berated yourself internally but kept your guard up. You decided not to say anything more, and instead focused on your haki.

“Nami, go.” You were going to need those who could hit heavier than you and Robin, and Nami was the fastest among the three of you. She understood well enough and ran.

When Nami moved, he moved, you moved and Robin moved. It was an explosive flurry of activity.

Kuzan didn’t reach Nami, but Robin wasn’t able to hold him back entirely. Her limbs turned to petals, shattering away into nothing as she shivered and clutched her cold arms to herself. You were in front of him sword buried in a shield of ice, rime frost covered your arms, and heavy blocks of ice were almost swallowing your feet.

Without Robin’s aid you wouldn’t have been fast enough.

“If this is how it will go, I’ll just have to freeze you and go somewhere we can talk.”

You weren’t cold, but your limbs were stiff from the strange power of his devil fruit. Your sword was also stuck in the block of ice he was using as a shield. You couldn’t pull it loose so you let go and moved back – or tried to.

Kuzan was faster than you, and much faster when you were sluggish like this. His hand grabs you and you feel the ice sink into your body. You weren’t cold, but you were stuck. The ice was stuck to you, and it was pulsing with haki, it was almost impossible to move, it was hard to breathe. You had been effectively entombed.

A move like this could easily kill anyone else, but being cursed was only a small help. You calmed yourself, if you wasted what little air there was, you’d really be lost. After a moment though, you realized the haki was fading from the ice. It made sense, anyone else would be frozen to their core from such a move, there was no need to keep haki running through the ice.

You ran haki through your own body and forced yourself to move against the hard ice. The ice around you shattered and you stumbled a couple steps forward. You noticed your sword on the ground in front of you and picked it up before turning to see a very surprised look on Kuzan’s face and a smile on Robin’s face. From the looks of it he had needed to deal with Robin before he could leave safely with you.

She was stronger than you thought.

“We’re kind of a bad match.” You admit, leveling your sword at him again. “Would that I had your speed and experience, this would be my win easily.”

“Arara.”

“So… you can’t catch me, and even if you could I’m not going to tell you anything, so… just leave.” You say, almost laughing at the futility of your request. You can’t best this man, and you have no idea if the crew can, should he decide to go all out. Frankly, you didn’t want to know.

“Why pirates?” He asks you.

The question takes you aback a little. “What?”

“You’re a knight. Why are you traveling with pirates? Why run from the marines? Garp’s the hero of the people, of all the marines as a knight you should’ve been drawn to him.” Kuzan questions, taking a step toward you. “So why travel with pirates?”

“They’re not just pirates. You can see that right? I’ve not been on this world for two weeks and I can see it, so surely you have. That other marine has, I could see it in his face. And why not them? Your marines are rotten!” You spit, as though you have summoned the name of the Arundel. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve felt it in the shifting of the seas. I see it in the hearts of that crew!”

You narrow your eyes at Kuzan even though you can sense turmoil from him. “If your government wasn’t rotten to the core, they would not have become pirates.”

“They could change this world in different ways.”

“You cannot save a ship that is sinking from rotten wood.” You assert. “They’re changing this world the only way they have left.”

“How can you say such a thing when you’re not even from this world? How can you be so sure?”

You sheath your sword and stand up straight. “I heard words when I arrived that were so indisputable I had no other choice but to believe them. It had nothing to do with what I said when I arrived, which I’m sure you’re aware of, since you know what you know.”

Kuzan tilts his head a little. “What did you hear?”

“I’m going to become the King of Pirates.” You say, repeating the words Luffy had said to you days ago. “Monkey D. Luffy is going to become – hurk!” The twisting feeling from the other day tore through you again. It was something inside you, and it was going to get out this time, you couldn’t hope to stop it. “Robin! Run!”

The memory reaches you as you lose control.

Prophecy.

This was the feeling that brought you to the Red Line.

Bright light exploded from you, shooting up into the endless sky and searing the immediate area around you. Words came from you as you were lifted into the air. You said none of them, but they spilled from you regardless.

“Gol D. Roger, first of the Kings, from him to the next, inheritor of the will is in the heart and soul of Monkey D. Luffy, second of the Kings. The light of the second King will sear the shadows of the world, causing the seas to swell in bounty.”

So you say, again and again, over and over. There is no threat from those around you, there is nothing to spur you to flee. The power of the words roil within you, the strength of the prophecy has battered your body and blood drips on the ground beneath your feet.

You can hear someone yelling for you. You want to respond, but winter magic is deep in your soul, after more than a decade of use, and you are incased in a solid pillar of ice as you recede into the deep, dark, impenetrable healing sleep.

[assimilatedhardship]

"Awww! You were being so nice too..." He had already resumed acquiring his food and was now picking at it as he waited for Leon to choose something, but Leon was... not choosing something. It might have been better to just pick a variety of things and take it all back, and everyone could just pick what they wanted from it... Worst that could happen was someone didn't want any of the selection and went to get something on their own. If Leon took any longer, too, he'd be starving before he found anything.

Instead of going back though, he just tilted his head and continued to nibble on his food, waiting for Leon. He could go back first, and he also couldn't. That was to say, couldn't being his choice. It felt like they were just standing there though, as if they had no longer come out for food with Leon's lack of doing... well, anything, so Stahn's train of thought continued. "But I really think I'd work best in a team with someone I already knew. We already have a good idea of how we both handle combat. Plus, I think being with someone I'm already fond of would make for a better motivator. And it's not like you're stuck with me! Stuck sounds like you don't want me there!"

He looked around to decide if maybe they should just grab a few things and head back. It would at least do something about Leon's unexpected indecision. Maybe he just wasn't hungry enough...? So Stahn stopped at a few stalls, picking up to-go carriers and eventually a bag to place them in. They would be walking away with five different assorted meals with enough contents for everyone, but Stahn wasn't done. Stopping at dessert stalls was on his menu as well, and if he was buying enough for everyone, it should be equal to how many meals he had gotten, right? So, five batches of desserts. Not five desserts. Five batches of desserts.

"I dunno if you've ever eaten any of this, but you're gonna be starving by the time you pick anything out. Let's go back with this stuff, and everyone can pick what they want from whatever's here. Most of it looks new to me too, but that's one good thing about so much traveling! There's so much food culture I didn't know about. If you don't have any requests though, we should probably bring this back to the inn. Maybe you'll be less grumpy on a full stomach."

Could Stahn's little backwater village really be so accomodating? Leon knew, on a theoretical basis, that smaller communities tended to be more tight-knit, but it was still difficult for him imagine a place where you can simply assume the best of everyone and not be taken advantage of. Selfishness is human nature. If you didn't protect yourself, other people would trample you on their way to the top — simple as that.

...Though if there's anyone who seems to have been able to survive without learning such a lesson, it's Stahn. How absurd.

Crossing his arms, Leon turned his attention to the stalls around them. While Stahn clearly had no problem picking something, Leon's brows were set in a deep frown as he looked over the unappetizing options of meat and vegetables.

"Young master," Chaltier pipes up, "Look, that stall over there has flan!"

Leon had seen it. He'd looked at the stall several times, in fact. But he can't just buy flan out in the open, in the view of other people — and especially not in front of people he's traveling with! Already, Leon is kind of regretting coming out here with Stahn to get food together. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with the group, to have agreed so easily, but the fact remains that he can't make such a childish purchase in front of him. "Don't be silly," he mutters, flicking a finger against Chal's hilt in warning. "I don't want flan."

"...Oops." Chal seems to catch on. "Of course. Sorry, young master."

Meanwhile, Stahn seemed to have already moved onto another harebrained thought. "Aren't you presuming too much? Who said that I'd want to be stuck with you in my squad?" Admittedly, Leon's opinion of Stahn had improved throughout the course of their travels and he no longer thought that Stahn would make a bad knight, but the snappish words come out almost before he can think about it, like second nature. "And don't include me in that ridiculous operation name! I just told you to start turning that brain back on!"

Ugh. He can hardly imagine how much Rutee would laugh if she could hear this. Coming out here together was turning out to be an inconvenience. "...You already got your food, so you can go back first. Don't wait for me."

(Maybe if he waited for Stahn to leave, he can go buy the flan...)

[coopers-kitchen]

Ever since cannibalism became legal, a lot of classic American things have been making big business with special cannibalism-themed events, including rodeo.

This guy was born into a family of cannibals, so he quickly became one of the best longpig wranglers in the business. They’d grab some unwilling pig - either from the street or from the crowd - strip them naked, cover them in butter, then set them loose. They make it to the exit, they’re free, but if someone grabs them, they’re getting a nice, juicy longpig.

Sure, a few guys did make it to the exit, but when there’s a crowd of hungry cannibals you know they didn’t make it very far.

You can tell this guy’s good at what he does, but let’s face it - where’s the thrill? Not many guys got the upbringing he did, so he ended up taking four out of five hogs home, and coming back the next week a little wider. Hell, when you have access to so much free food, it’s natural to pig out.

I met up with the owner of the rodeo at Cannicon and he offered me $100k to put this pig in his place. He gets to make the show more exciting, I get a meal, this pig gets what he deserves - sounds like a good deal to me.

I visited the rodeo and made sure to introduce myself after the show. Even offered him a real gourmet - after all, he’d already caught the centerpiece.

We had a real gourmet meal, then the sleeping pills in his beer started to take effect. By the time he woke up he was caged up in the back of my truck on the way back to California.

Of course he protested - cannibals usually are when they end up a link down on the food chain - but hell, with a hog like this, you can afford to take your time.

I took his balls first, and let him watch while I ate them, commenting on the delicious taste. I swear his mouth was watering - oysters are a delicacy, he should know - then I kept him caged up for a while as I took him, piece by piece. Nothing helps a cannibal realize he deserves to be eaten more than tasting his own meat. By the time he was down his calves he was an eager housepig, pretty much begging me to take more, tempting me with his juicy thighs and big fat belly.

Well, good things can’t last forever. After a few months he was nothing but a torso, and he knew there was nothing more to taste. If I hadn’t already had a nice big cock dog, his dick’d be rock hard in anticipation when I transferred him to a beer only diet.

For this hog I picked an pineapple, longpork, macadamia nut, cherry, and barbeque spice stuffing - half up his ass, half down his throat. I saved some of his meat for the stuffing but there’s no way a pig this good is going to have enough meat left over to fill a gut that big. It’s rare to see a pig that eager to eat his own meat, knowing what comes next. After that it was just making him down a bottle of bourbon, slathering him in a bourbon-BBQ glaze, and impaling him on a spit. He squealed like a pig the whole time, but he still obeyed my instructions. stayed still, helped me guide the spit through his chest and up his throat, and opened up nice and wide as the metal pole emerged from his throat.

The amount of meat on this pig kept him alive and squirming for hours as he cooked, even as the smell of his roasting meat filled the garden. When it was finally time to dig in, the meat was juicy, delicious, and melt in the mouth tender. All those longpigs he’d eaten even before I took control of the diet just made him all the tastier.

Besides, the rodeo owner’s making more money than ever now that there’s more competition at the Longpig wrangling. Still, I made sure he knows who to call if he ever wants to spice things up again.

Want to help fatten this hog up for the lucky chef who gets him in his kitchen? His Pateron is https://www.patreon.com

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Star Gazing With Bilbo

Bilbo Baggins X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None it’s all just a bunch of fluff

Word Count: 1,047

Requested by: @the-marshals-wife​

(A/N:) Request one of two for one best friend for making me my Top Gun Masterlist banners! Hope it’s what you were hoping for girlie! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The weather was changing in The Shire. The heat of summer was taking it’s leave making way for the crisp cooler weather of autumn. All the summer vegetables in the gardens had been picked and preserved for winter and now the gardeners of The Shire were beginning to focus upon the pumpkins, field corn, and beets of their fall crops. You and Bilbo perused the marketplace trying to find a few more goods to make supper that evening as a gentle chilly breeze rushed through The Shire. You shivered a little due to the cool breeze as Bilbo squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“Just a little while longer and then we’ll head home,” he said encouragingly.

“I’m okay,” you answered while picking through the smaller pie pumpkins on display. “I just regret not wearing a thicker jacket is all. How does a pumpkin pie sound Bilbo?”

“Wonderful,” Bilbo said handing a coin to the pumpkin peddler. You finally chose the best one in the bunch and tucked it into the basket Bilbo carried for your groceries. A few more items in hand you both headed back to your cozy Hobbit home. Bilbo held the round door open for you before setting the basket down to help you from your light jacket.

“If it gets any colder we’ll have to bring the warmer clothing out of storage,” he spoke matter-of-factly while hanging up the articles of clothing.

“I can help you with that later after we finish dinner and before I start supper. It also takes the pie a little while to bake so I want to start that as well.”

“I’ll help,” Bilbo offered and you readily agreed. Cooking with him was one of your favorite past times. Being with him made everything seem brighter no matter how dark the days were. Now as the sounds of cooking echoed through the house you hummed a tune. Bilbo was busy cutting up vegetables and the pie was already in the oven filling the house with the fragrant aromas of spice. Bilbo finished cutting before going to the fireplace to start a fire for tea. Finishing the dishes and pulling the pie from the oven to cool you set the table while Bilbo set the dishes of food down. Now you both were enjoying your well earned meal.

As the sun set further the temperature kept dropping quickly until it was cold enough for a fire to be built in the bedroom. Bilbo built the fire while you changed into a nightgown and laid down with a book. Now with a crackling fire Bilbo laid down beside you with his own book. While you both read in silence you felt yourself getting sleepy and Bilbo was barely awake.

“Goodnight,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” he replied kissing your cheek in return. Blowing out the candles the only light in the room was from the small fire burning brightly and the moon streaming through the window of the bedroom. It didn’t take long until Bilbo was snoring beside you, but sleep was alluding you this night. You were sleepy but you just couldn’t ease into the depths of slumber. When you knew that Bilbo was in a deep sleep and no threats of waking him up you parted the blankets and left your side of the cozy bed. Draping a shawl over your shoulders and grabbing a lap blanket you started to go outside. The Shire was quiet and a few houses still had lamps and candles lit but the majority of the Hobbit holes were dark, their occupants fast asleep. You sighed deeply, your breath causing a fog in the cold air. The moon and stars seemed to be playing in their twinkling glory. You breathed deeply at the peaceful atmosphere as you watched the night sky. Despite the calmness of outside in the warmth from your shawl and blanket you still didn’t feel the urge to sleep. You were deep into starting into the glorious sky that you didn’t hear the door open.

“Are you feeling alright,” Bilbo asked you sleepily, yawning widely.

“Yeah,” you said giggling at his sleepy appearance. “I just can’t sleep so I thought I would come out and watch the stars.”

“The sky is clear tonight.”

“It’s a perfect autumn night. It’s a shame not more people are enjoying the view.”

“I’ll go make us some tea,” he offered.

“You don’t have to,” you were quick to refuse. Just because you couldn’t sleep didn’t mean that you wanted Bilbo to have to sit outside with you. “You should go back inside and go back to sleep.”

“Now we both know that I can’t sleep peacefully knowing that you are out here by yourself watching this beautiful night scenery without me. So keep watch and I’ll go make us a cup of Chamomile tea.”

You laughed at his indignant expression, “Okay Bilbo. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Moments later Bilbo came back outside with two cups of steaming tea and another blanket draped over one shoulder. He handed you one of the cups with the delicious liquid stirring your senses while he took a seat beside you on the bench. Setting his cup down at his side he worked the blanket over you both before picking up his glass again and taking a timid sip.

“It’s still a little hot so don’t burn yourself,” he said gently tangling his hand with yours.

“It’s delicious tea,” you hummed contentedly. So you both sat in silence sipping at the tea and watching the stars glitter across the midnight blue sky. The remaining houses that were awake started to extinguish their lights but still you and Bilbo sat outside enjoying the breeze. You laughed softly as Bilbo told stories while you sighed dreamily lost in your perfect world. The peacefulness and the tea began to lull you into the blissful slumber that had alluded you for awhile. Bilbo too was becoming quite drowsy so you two grabbed your cups and the blankets and went back inside. Leaving the cups by the door and the dirty blankets that would need to be washed you both went back to lay down and this time sleep came quickly and you rested deeply with a smile on your face.  

[lexxiisstuff]

~Hanma Shuji~

Warning: cursing, angst/comfort.

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He was irritable. More than irratable. Today hadn't went well and the last thing Hanma needed was company. What he did need was a drink, and a quiet place to sit in so the headache throbbing against his temples could ease up a little. Which is why when he opened the apartment door to the sound of banging cutlery, loud music and animated chatter he physically felt himself tense.

"Baby! You're home!" Your voice was loud as you bounced towards your boyfriend. You had wanted to surprise him with dinner. Only he was early and seemed.. Off, which you knew meant the night was already off to a rough start.

"What's all this?" He tried to level his voice which was becoming increasingly difficult as he glanced around at the mess you'd made in the kitchen. He was in a foul mood and it only seemed to be getting worse.

"Dinner! We haven't sat down for a proper meal together in days Shuji. I thought this would be good for us, Yunno? Let off some steam" You smiled and heard him mutter something as he took off his jacket and slipped off his shoes.

"I'm going in the shower" He growled under his breath.

"Eat first! The food will get cold. Plus I stopped by the bakery and picked up those desserts you were eying. I know, I know, I'm the best" You joked lightly, trying to win a smile but Hanmas frown only deepened.

"I'm not hungry right now y/n"

"Shuji c'mon, I put in a lot of effort baby, I'd really appreciate it if you tried to reciprocate" You were never an impatient person but somehow his indifference was getting on your nerves. You had went out of your way to make his favorite food, rent movies and pick up dessert so you could stay in and spend some time with the man you've been in love with for the past two years and who you haven't hung out with in weeks. Yet here he was dismissing all your efforts like it was nothing.

"I never asked you to do that" He switched off the radio harshly and turned back to glare at you.

"I know. I wanted too. We haven't seen each other-"

"We see each other every fucking day y/n. We live together" The throbbing in his head doubled and with that so did his temper "God can you just leave me alone"

"Shu-"

"For fucks sake! Have you always been this annoying? You weren't this clingy in the start of our relationship. I know because I never would have stuck around if you were" You heart felt like it was being ripped in two. Clingy? Annoying? He rolled his eyes when you didn't say anything and moved towards the direction of the bathroom.

You didn't want to be here. Not now. Not when he'd hurt you and walked away after. Grabbing a duffel bag and some clothes, you wrote a note just so he wouldn't look for you and left the only place that felt like home.

Thirty minutes later, Hanmas headache was gone. He still wasn't in the best mood but he had it in him to be civil. Stepping out of the shower to a dead silent apartment he felt a ball of unease curl in his stomach. Walking around the home you shared and realizing you had left was probably one of the worst feelings he'd ever experience.. And finding your note that read 'Sleeping at a friends' had done nothing to ease his anxiety.

He barely slept. Reaching for you unconsciously through out the night and hating the fact that you weren't there. He was such a fucking idiot. He woke up the next morning to the sound of dishes in the kitchen and suddenly he was bolting through the bedroom door.

You were cleaning up the mess of last night. He felt his stomach drop at the sight of you in a men's extra large tshirt that he knew wasn't his, your hair disheveled and your face bare. Where had you slept last night?

"Dumbass, do you know how fucking dangerous it was to leave the house at night by yourself? And you didn't tell me where the hell you were going" He watched as you lifted your head to give him a blank stare that made him wince. You seemed so done with him.

"I told you I was staying with a friend"

"Yes because that's specific." He rolled his eyes playfully, trying to bridge the space between the two of you. "Cmon let me take you to breakfast, pretty girl"

You shook your head " I'm only here to clean up and grab a few more things. I have class"

He rubbed his neck awkwardly "That's okay. What time will you be home? We can go out for dinner"

"I won't be home. I'm staying at my friends for a couple days" And he felt his heart stutter. He didn't want you to go.

"Y/n. Baby M'sorry. Stay here tonight. Please"

"I don't want to Hanma." He flinched at the sound of his last name "I'd rather not be somewhere where people find me annoying and clingy. I'll see you around"

You left, and before he could follow you and beg you to stay he heard the familiar sound of his phone ringing. Maybe you needed space he thought. Maybe you both did. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Wasn't that the saying?

You didn't come home for three days. Three days and Hanma felt like he was slowly losing mind. You didn't answer his calls, barely responded to his texts and he couldn't do it anymore.

"Y/n. Come home, baby. I'm sorry. I screwed up, I know. I'm so fucking sorry. You're not annoying or clingy or whatever else the I fucking said, I was just frustrated and I said shit I didn't mean. I can't do this without you. Please. Please just come home-" He growled at the sound of your voice mail cutting him off. He wanted to hit something. Hard.

A few hours later he was splayed across the couch with his eyes closed. Maybe he should track you down? It wouldn't be hard but it would probably just make you angrier than you were. He heard the door unlock. Watching as you entered the apartment he felt his heart melt a little when he saw you dressed in one of his old torn hoodies .

"34 miss calls, Shuji" You said incredulously "One might call you clingy"

Sure it was petty of you but he didn't care, he sprang to his feet and was in front of you in seconds. He put his hands on either side of your face, his eyes wide, his body trembling.

"You came home" He gruffed. You looked at his messy hair and red, puffy eyes and felt all the anger and sadness you'd felt a couple days ago disappear. You kissed his chest lightly And felt him tug you closer.

"I missed you" You murmured.

"Fuck" He felt himself physically melt into you as he battled his emotions "Fuck baby, I missed you more. Don't do that again. Don't leave when you're angry. God, look at you. Perfect girl"

"Shhh. You'll make me cry" You sniffled as he dragged you towards the couch and brought you on his lap so he could hold you tighter.

"I don't care as long as they're happy tears" He pulled away to look at you "Where did you go?"

"I stayed with my brother" You ran a hand through his hair and he sighed nestling into your neck, relieved. That explains the men's tshirt. Thank fuck. He really wasn't in the mood for murder right now.

"Pretty darling, I really am sorry. I never meant a fucking word I said. This is home you know. The two of us. I'm never fully okay when you're not around"

"Shuji" You rubbed your nose against his "Who knew you could be such a mush"

"Don't tell anyone" He muttered

"And if I do? What are you going to do? Kill me?" Your smile at grew at his smirk

"Baby you know better than anyone I don't have to kill you to punish you" His hand slipped underneath your hoodie and you laughed.

"You're horrible" You said as his lips met yours.

"Only for you"