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kysuguru · 2 years ago

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dear mother — stsg x fem!reader

synopsis : you’ve finally enrolled into jujutsu tech, sad thing is, you’re totally clueless.

includes / cw : emotionally abusive mother

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a /n : ch1 of my “all mine” series!!!

"i'm ogawa [name]. i'm from sendai japan. please take care of me."

you bow politely. smiling at the tiny class of three as you rise, posture nervous and stiff.

"if i knew there was someone new i would've thrown a welcome party!" a white haired boy who's eyes are protected by circular black glasses exclaims excitedly, a smile big on his lips. you admit you're a bit intimidated. the idea of a party for you seems a bit over the top, though.

a boy on his left scoffs almost affectionately, the soft look he sends to his counterpart familiar to you. you always looked at the street cats like that, your mother as well (you try not to think about it). he has a bang over his left eye, you wonder if someone has ever tried to tuck it behind his ear.

"there's no need for a party. my arrival can't be that exciting," you chuckle shyly.

they all analyze you. so you settle with looking at your shuffling shoes.

"she speaks so formally." the gojo boy leans over with a hand cupped around his mouth as he whispers to his best friend, causing you to look up. it's a bit silly that he's acting as if he's whispering a secret even though everyone can hear him.

his friend eyes you apologetically.

there's another girl, the only one who seems actually interested as she stares you down. you flinch as you catch her gaze. her hair is short, in a brown bob that frames her face perfectly. her bangs are tucked behind her ear and there's a mole you catch on her face that convinces you she's model worthy.

other than your mother you've never thought a woman was so pretty.

"so new girl, what's your cursed technique."

new girl.. but i swore i said my name. did i not?

ignoring the white haired boy's lack of manners was easy, since you weren't all that aware he was being rude.

"i actually... don't know."

all three students chorused at the same time.

"hah?"

scouted? me? when you heard such a thing, you were confused and honestly, really surprised. you weren't talented by any means. outside of studying you didn't have much going on. not only that, but your mother kept you in the house a lot. so to hear of someone from jujutsu tech finding you worthy enough to attend had you blinking, astonished.

you were aware of what jujutsu was, cursed techniques and all of that jazz, but your knowledge was still limited beyond that. your mom was adamant on you not attending for reasons she refused to tell. obviously you didn't push. you never liked seeing her with a temper.

the man who recommended you was named yaga masamichi. he'd taken note of the significant amount of cursed energy you possessed when passing by you on your way to school. your family weren't jujutsu sorcerers from what you were aware of — you honestly weren't even sure that there were jujutsu sorcerers or people like you until now. but you'd never put it past your mom to hide something like that from you.

she always kept jujutsu related talk under wraps, only giving you little information to quell your curiosity.

you didn't even know what your cursed technique was. or if you even had one. even though you tried to understand why she does what she does, it still felt very lonely — seeing such heinous creatures and having to pretend they didn't exist for your own safety.

if it weren't for the fact that you instinctively learned to control your cursed energy output, you could've been in serious danger.

and although it was painful to go through such things alone — not being able to confide in a single person — you understood why your mother did it. all she wanted to do was keep you safe.

and even if you followed all of her rules of no jujutsu to a T, you couldn't help the sensation of excitement and relief knowing that there were so many other people out there just like you. a school of them, even.

you wanted badly to be upset with your mother, the fact that she knew about all of this and kept it from you. but even the thought of being angry at her when all she wanted was to protect you had you pushing down those foolish feelings.

other than secretive, your mother was also very stubborn. a trait that you always admired until this very moment.

she argued that you didn't belong into a school that was practically a death trap for young teens. always listening to your mother like an obedient puppy, you looked down at the floor, preparing for the inevitable rejection, expression sad as you shuffled your shoes alongside your mothers that were planted firm on the ground — you resisted the urge to distance yourself from her.

your eyes drifted to the shoes that were yaga's hoping no one would question your silence (they never did).

your mother wasn't a bad person. never that. but sometimes you couldn't help but get upset at the decisions she made in your stead. you wouldn't say that she didn't consider you, but sometimes it kinda felt that way.

"i get where you're coming from. jujutsu tech is a dangerous place and i hate to bring such young talented kids into such risks. but you have to understand your daughters side," he gestured towards you, your mothers eyes dropping to your head that perked up before they glared back at yaga.

"how do you think she feels knowing she has the opportunity to branch out and gain knowledge about these abilities. do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

your ears rang as the last sentence was spoken.

"do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

it resonated with you in a way you couldn't comprehend. all you could do was clutch your chest as a foreign feeling of relief left your choked up throat in a bated breath. the exhale feeling as if you were being freed from something. being seen.

"[name], my sweet darling baby," she caressed the top of your head. it was instinct to lean into her touch, even though at the moment you couldn't sort out how you felt towards her.

she's protecting you. the words whisper in your ear, like a disease that is incurable, like a predator that sinks its fangs and refuses to let go.

"mommy wants you to stay home with her. please consider it. it's so dangerous out there, and i really don't want you to get hurt," she cooed. it made you feel sick and you hated not knowing why. even though her words were meant to console you, they only made you want to run.

your eyes were glued to the dirty mat that you and your mother refused to clean, maybe because it was the most familiar thing in this constant changing house. there were five pairs of shoes, you, yaga, and mother and two unworn pairs off to the side, both meant for other occasions, better ones. ones that don't include the ringing of your ears and the well of your tears as they collect on your lashes. maybe it's an occasion where you're at a nice dinner with your mom, a rare treat whenever she deemed herself in the mood.

the bigger pair of shoes shifted. yaga.

"miss ogawa. i don't mean to overstep, but have you considered you're babying your 15 year old child? maybe you need to consider that she can make her own-"

"don't you dare tell me how to parent my own damn child." her voice is dripping with venom, the venom that seeps through you and whispers in your ear.

i just want to protect you.

your mothers anger was never a calm one, it was loud and furious, voice bouncing off the walls as she tried restraining herself from getting violent. so hearing her talk to the man in such a familiar tone had you quivering in her hold.

your mother, never under the assumption that she could ever be the reason you were upset, deduced that your shivers were caused by yaga.

so she glares, long and hard, and her lips move to form the words you were dreading, "my daughter is not attending your shit school. get out of my house.”

...

other than the sound of life beyond the door, there only laid cold, anxious silence.

you were afraid to look up, your mother's shirt being your only anchor. but from the resigned sigh that left yaga's lips, you were well aware of the expression he was making — one of anger, and disappointment. realizing that seeking you out was a waste of his time.

or so you assumed.

for he could only look at you in pity, acknowledging how painful a relationship like this must be for you, and in longing, hoping foolishly that he could lend a helping hand.

a rough calloused hand entered your vision, a piece of ripped paper in the grip of his fingers.

yaga gestured it towards you patiently, a look of sorrow marring his usually calm expression. "if there's a change, please call this number."

your mom ripped it from his grasp right before you could touch it. she crumpled it in her hand. "there won't be a change. now get the fuck out of my house."

you could only stare in horror at your mothers fist that held the only thing that could possibly change the trajectory of your life. even as yaga bowed and turned around, even as the door slammed shut behind him. even as mother soothed you with quiet coos meant for a baby, even as she turned towards the kitchen to start on dinner, even as she sat you down and commented on your silence. even as she watched you absentmindedly pick on your food, even as she started to become agitated at your lack of response, and even as she treaded up the stairs to her bedroom. your eyes stayed glued to that one hand.

you blinked, eyes dry and mouth parched as you suddenly remembered that you weren't at the front door anymore while your mother cradled you in her arms.

your eyes drift to the front door, and you approach it slowly. you don't know why you stand there or why your hand touched the door knob.

maybe it's because you're hopeful that the man is behind this door. waiting patiently for you to open it, prepared with the words of acceptance. maybe something amongst it that helps you figure out what the hell to do.

"a school of them." you whispered, the only thing capable of leaving your dry mouth.

there was a school of them. proof that you really weren't alone in this cursed world. how could you possibly go back to the difficult life of acting as if everything was normal when it wasn't? blue auras were around everybody, and the grotesque creatures festered from the negative feelings surrounding those people. and there were those out there who knew how to get rid of those things for the sake of others.

knowing all of this, you couldn't stand by and not lend a hand, not learn to control the one thing that's burdened you your entire life. but..

you looked up the stairs, seeing just the top of your mothers door.

what would she do? she needed you. you both took care of each other, you couldn't leave her behind.

but you needed this. you wanted to figure all of this out. control theses abilities and hopefully get to know people who were just like you. and... you could always come back.

yeah.

who said you had to stay? you would go, go to jujutsu high, reach your goals, and return to your mother.

because even though you may make friends with those of similar backgrounds to you, your mother was a constant in your life, never changing. you couldn't abandon her. you wouldn't.

so with this new resolve in your heart, you snuck up to her room. she kept her door creaked for unknown reasons, maybe to keep an eye on you, but you ignored that and thanked its convenience for this very moment.

she was asleep. snoring.

you treaded carefully over to the bed, eyes focused on the bags growing under her lashes. the sight made your lips twitch into a small frown. you delicately tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. listening to her steady breathing as she dreamt the night away.

"wait for me, mother.”

you turned away and grabbed the piece of paper off of her nightstand, leaving the room with a sense of urgency.

you dialed yaga's number after locking your bedroom door, pacing around in circles as the phone rung. the ringing resonated in your ears like a ticking clock. you didn't really have time. if he wouldn't answer now you'd never get your chance.

your mom was an early bird and you could already feel yourself getting drowsy.

"i mean. who even calls this late. he might be asleep..." you whisper defeatedly and pull the phone away from your ear to hang up, but it lights up with his icon and you jump in excitement.

"miss. ogawa?"

"masamichi-san. it's [name]."

Dear mother,

I've departed, something I'm sure you noticed. As much as I wanted to obey you, I couldn't just abandon the opportunity that could help change my life for the better. I know you were trying to protect me, and I know that it's dangerous. But I can't live knowing that my life could be different. I can't just sit by and watch this spark of light dim, let my world go dark again. I'm not like you, mother. I will not stay ignorant. Wait for me, please.

I lov-

a loud shrewd rip echoes through the quiet house. your mother's eyes are dull, face empty as she starts furiously ripping the paper to shreds.

she suddenly screams out in anger, tears of frustration bubbling and blurring her vision. she grips her hair in agony as she starts chanting curses.

"dammit dammit, dammit!! i told her it was dangerous. i told her. damn her!! good for nothing daughter... not listening to a fucking word i say!!"

your mom stomps angrily out of her room, not caring for the small pieces of paper she tramples over.

"I love you,"

"mother."

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swappedandtrapped · 9 months ago

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Rent Help - Part 3

As always, character consistency is hard for me. Just go with it.

I wake up again. Every time I wake up, I have about a minute of peace before my brain starts to boot and realizes where it is. That minute of bliss is what has kept me going recently. It's the only part of the day when I don't feel so… Wrong.

Waking up unwillingly, I go to the bathroom to wash my face. When I arrive, I realize it's been about a week after the car crash and I still can't get used to seeing Roy when I look in the mirror.

I study my new reflection. I stare at my skin blemishes on Roy's dark skin. My big Brown eyes underneath my thick eyebrows. My nose in the middle of the face that is now mine… When I open my mouth to brush my teeth, I see a crooked array of yellowish rectangles. I cringe realizing I'm actually tasting Roy's mouth and teeth 24/7. Roy didn't have a spare toothbrush, so I had to use his old one. Disgusting. I hate this so much. Why doesn't he take care of himself?

When I return to his room to get dressed, I sigh in frustration. During the last few days, I finally understood why Roy felt comfortable walking around without his shirt on. I was just too hot. ALL THE TIME. The meat and fat of his stocky body type kept the heat trapped within me. If I had a shirt on for more than 5 minutes I would start sweating and smell Roy's scent even more.

So just like he did, I elected to spend the day shirtless again. It's not like anyone would see me. Well except for… Me.

After trying to explain to Roy in my body what happened, he's gotten cold. I mean, I would too. I was practically begging him to remember, but when I'm in Roy's body, it's pretty hard to convince someone who he really is.

"I'm coming back late." He states in a premeditatedly cold intonation. "Ok," I reply in the same manner. I didn't see the point to initiate another argument. convincing him is impossible. "I might bring someone back with me. Please don't be weird when she's here." "Ok. I reply again. But missing any sense of my old self, I ask: "Someone I know?" "None of your business Roy." I cringe at the sound of that name. "And also, you don't know any of my friends. They're MY friends. Even if you… Think otherwise…" He goes out, leaving me alone in the flat.

Like a punch in the fucking gut.

Which reminded me, I'm hungry. I order an extra-large Pizza so Roy's stomach would leave me alone. Roy had an apatite I couldn't ignore easily. At first, I fought off his habits, unwilling to accept the new situation. But as the days went on, I gave in to most of Roy's habits. Like eating too much of this junk. I look at my body and feel shame as I admit I lost the battle against Roy's needs.

Later, I lay on the sofa, investigating Roy's phone. Thankfully, he locked his phone with Face ID, so I didn't have to guess any passwords and was able to unlock it. Every time I have some time off, I study his phone and learn a bit more about Roy's schedule and connections.

You see, I did swap bodies with him, but I didn't acquire his memories. So, I try to avoid all contact until I get the hang of whatever relationships he had in his life. "Yes, it's me. I'm Roy." I say to myself, trying to fake his tone. Even though I hear his voice, it still feels fake.

But today, after going through all his texts, I began looking through his notes app. I find there grocery lists, names of bands he wanted to check out, some foreign language I still can't read, and also something with the title… "Research"? What's this?

I open the file and my eyes widen. It's a long note, riddled with an assortment of semi-related bullet points regarding… "POWERS"!?

POWERS

possible timed cooldown? variable? Tested times: 5 days (17/05) 8 days (15/09) 6 days (12/11)

only post 24h mark???

ignore. no cooldown. instance of instant swap back. There's another condition.

Note the eye glow at optional swap time. Starts fading. Possible relation to condition?

Ignore. Doesn't fade.

Best swap triggers: visualize face, focus on identity

He was researching his swapping power. I guess Roy didn't receive a handbook with this ability, so he tried to mark the triggers and limitations he confirmed to be true. This was a goldmine. Maybe there's a limit on how long we can stay swapped?

Wait. If I'm Roy… I have his powers! I can swap us back!

I read the whole file, attempting to figure out exactly what conclusions Roy had and what I needed to do to return to my body. It looks like he could just will the swaps to make them happen, but there was some sort of condition that prevented swapping back at some times. Roy named it "The Condition", and going by his note, he didn't figure out what it was.

I immediately try to follow his technique and will the swap to come. I visualize my body, focus on my identity, but 20 minutes later, I'm still stuck in Roy's flesh. When I looked in the mirror, I still see his regular brown eyes. No glow or anything.

Does this 'condition' he mentioned apply to my situation? Am I just a moment away from retrieving my life back? I need to figure out what it is.

Going over Roy's notes I began piecing together a picture of Roy's swapping experiences. Some were willing, some were not. Some were functional, but some were for no reason at all other than to swap. But after a few hours of going over the cases, I started noticing a pattern.

While swaps were able to occur at any time, reverse swaps would never work on days of a full moon or new moon! That's the only explanation! It fits in every swap Roy documented in this file. This must be it!

But then I stop. Wait, today isn't a full or new moon. Why am I not able to swap us back?

A new fear rushes in as I hear the apartment door open. "Yeah, and then we… Oh, hey Roy," says Roy in my body accompanied by a girl I used to know. She waves politely at me with a certain reservation. I guess he warned her about me… "So it's the last door on the left." He points to the bathroom. "Thanks. It'll be just a minute." She says, closing the door after her.

Roy in my body leans silently on the wall, checking his phone for messages while he waits for her to finish. I look at him with envy.

But then I see it. His eyes. That Glow. It was subtle, but it was definitely there.

I don't have Roy's swapping power.

He does.

It swapped along with his body.

Tears start forming in my eyes as I realize the only hope I had of getting back was never an option. Roy looks up from his phone to me. Seeing my pathetic face in ruin. He makes an expression I can't decipher. Maybe empathy, but probably pity.

My friend exits the bathroom. "Hey," Roy turns to her. "Wait for me in the car, ok? I need to close a small thing with Roy. "Sure. Don't be long." She said going out the door. "I won't." He answers.

We look at each other for a few quiet moments. "Listen, are you gay or something?" "What?" I ask confused. Still in tears. "You want to be me. You cry when you see me with girls. I can add 2 plus 2 you know." "Fucking ass." I spit out. He duped me into this mess. He should rot in hell. "Don't be a bitch man. This can't-" "Bitch!??" I cut him off. "This is all your fault! I'm like this because of you!"

I charge towards him. I'm stuck like this because of him! I needed him to know how much I suffer because of his recklessness! But Roy was quick enough to get out of the way.

"Ok Roy. Fine. You started this." "Fuck off!"

I charge again, and Roy slips to the side again. I stumble and crash onto the living room floor and feel great pain in my back. I scream in pain and frustration. This fucking weight. I start sweating again and smell Roy's body stench, but I can't concentrate on it. I feel my body grounded by another body.

"That's IT Roy!" He yells at me from above. He prevents me from getting up. God dammit why didn't Roy ever go to the gym? "Get off of me!" I shout. "Say your name." He commands me as I struggle. "Say your name Roy." "I'm telling you! I'm not Roy!" I cry out. "It's the deal man, it's the swap deal!"

My face explodes with massive pain. Roy punched me in the fucking face.

"SAY YOUR NAME." "You can still have it! You can still swap us back! Please! Remember!"

Bam. Another one. I hear my nose crack and start feeling the blood.

"This is going to keep happening until you say your fucking name Roy." "You're hurting me! Please! Your eyes! I can tell you have your power!"

This time it was a punch from the right. My head is spinning.

"You know what? Even if I did have this power, I would never swap with you!" He shouts at me. "You are PATHETIC." Punch. "You stay to slob at home. You have no friends. You're an ugly motherfucker that can't even accept who he is!" Another punch.

But he's right. This is me now. I can say whatever I want but the fact remains. I'm in his body, and I'm here. Permanently. And even if he could swap us, he will never do it after this."

"For the last time. Say. Your. Name." "Roy." I whimper. "Louder." "Roy." "Now the whole sentence. Shithead" "My name is Roy."

He lifts me and pushes me in front of a full-length mirror.

"Now say it like you mean it. Tell it to yourself"

I look at my pathetic excuse for a body. I see a chubby guy with a bloody face. I see black hair all over covering a dark skin.

"My name is Roy Alamin." "And don't you fucking forget it."

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charliegyrth · 2 months ago

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I'm Too Fat for My In-Laws - Part 1 of 2

A Weight Gain Romance

I liked Lex’s parents. I really did. Trish and I bonded over old sitcoms and Marshall said nothing but nice things about my “firm handshake” and “stable job.” Neither of them were anything like their goofy, adorable son, but as far as in-laws go, they were pretty great.

At least, that’s what I thought.

We were over at their place for Thanksgiving. The food was great. Their house was super welcoming. (And fancy. Lex’s parents were loaded.) Trish kept complimenting my appetite. I really felt like one of the family, and that meant a lot to me since I didn’t have a great relationship with my own family.

After dinner, Lex and his parents headed off to the living room while I went outside to call my family and wish them a happy Thanksgiving. The call didn’t last long (they didn't want to talk to me, as usual), so I headed back inside pretty quickly.

Before I reentered the room, I heard Trish say my name. I skidded to a stop in the hallway before they could see me.

She was talking about me! And from the tone of her voice, it didn’t sound nice.

“You know you can do better, Lex. And we’re not just saying that because we’re your parents.”

Lex responded, but his voice was too quiet for me to hear.

His dad chimed in, “You have to admit that he’s a bit below your level, son.”

My face got really hot. How could they say this behind my back after being so nice to me all day? It would’ve been one thing if they’d been upfront about disliking me, but to think that they trash-talked me behind my back just because I didn’t come from a rich family like them? How two-faced!

I really wanted to hear what Lex said. I knew he was defending me, but his voice was so damn quiet.

“And did you see how he stuffed himself at dinner?” Trish added, even though she was the one who complimented my “hearty appetite.”

“Yeah,” Lex mumbled. I heard that.

“Maybe if he dropped about 20 or 30 pounds, then he’d be something. Don’t you think so, Lex?”

So this wasn’t about my economic background at all. This was about my body?! Sure, Lex was way more athletic than me, but I wasn’t even fat. Just a little chubby. Always had been. I’d never been ashamed of how I looked, and I know Lex was attracted to me just the way I was.

But then I heard his answer. “Yeah, you’re right.”

I felt like throwing up. My own boyfriend agreed with them?

“Have you talked to him about watching his weight?” Trish asked.

I couldn’t quite make out his answer, but I think it was “Not yet.”

Jesus.

“Well, he’s a fine boy otherwise,” Trish continued. “Such a shame.”

“Yeah,” Lex mumbled. "A real shame."

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go in there. I wiped my eyes. (Pretty sure I wasn’t crying, but just in case.) Then I put on a smile and walked in. I didn’t realize I was subconsciously sucking in my gut until I sat down.

Lex smiled at me, though he took a moment to study my face. I think he was trying to see whether I’d overheard anything. His parents looked just as pleasant as ever.

“Just talked with my parents. They say hi,” I lied. “Told them about all the amazing food you made, Trish.” (I said that knowing full-well that her maid did all the cooking.)

“Wonderful,” Trish said.

“Riley?” Lex asked. “Why are you sitting way over there?”

I’d chosen a chair on the opposite side of the room, as far away from them as possible.

He patted the space next to him on the couch.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “After a meal like that, I think I need to spread out a little.”

Trish and Marshall exchanged looks. Of course they did.

The rest of our visit was just as pleasant as before. The only difference was that I knew the pleasantness was fake. I did my best to pretend to be happy. And I was a pretty good actor, apparently, because none of them could tell that I was really hurting inside.

We would’ve stayed longer, but I gave Lex a look saying that I was ready to go. He nodded in response before standing up, thanking his parents, and heading toward the door.

I played it very cool, gushing over the food and thanking them for their hospitality. I even smiled when Trish looked me right in the eye and said, “It’s so wonderful to know that our son has found a good one.”

We didn’t say much on the drive back. Lex tried to start up a conversation, asking what I thought about everything.

“It was great,” I told him. “Too much food, though. I think I’m going to nap for the rest of the drive.”

I didn’t sleep in the car, but I pretended to. I wanted to scream at him, but my anger was too fresh. I needed time to think first.

***

The long, quiet drive did nothing to calm me down. When we got back to his place, I was angrier than ever. Not at Lex’s parents. It’s hard to get mad at people you barely know. All of my anger was focused on Lex. I was pretty sure he didn’t mean what he said. He didn’t actually think I was too fat for him.

But that just makes things worse, doesn’t it? He could’ve defended me instead of mumbling those half-assed words of agreement.

When I was sixteen, I introduced my first boyfriend to my parents. They were awful to him (for homophobic reasons), and I defended him so fiercely that my own father kicked me out of the house. It was terrible, but I wouldn’t take back what I did. And when things cooled down and I moved back home two weeks later, they knew not to push me around anymore.

I think that added to my anger over this situation. I would’ve defended Lex tooth and nail, but he clearly wouldn’t do the same.

“Have a nice nap?” Lex asked when we got back inside. “You missed some gorgeous scenery.” He wrapped his muscled arms around my shoulders. “But you’re quite cute when you’re asleep.”

“Yup,” I said.

He pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie from the jar. I wasn’t hungry (at all!), but I shoved it into my mouth.

He stared at my angry chewing. “Are you…?”

“I’m fine,” I shouted through a mouthful of cookie. “Just perfect.”

“Riley. Did I do something?”

“No. You didn’t.” I turned away. Couldn’t even look at him.

He approached me from behind. I felt his hands hold onto my sides. My love handles. “Riley.”

I twisted away from him. “Don’t touch me there,” I said. “Not until I lose 20 or 30 pounds.”

He gulped loud enough for me to hear. He knew that I’d overheard them. “Babe, I didn’t mean it. I love you just the way you are.” He reached for my belly, but of course I wasn’t going to let him touch me.

“Why’d you agree with them?”

“I didn’t.”

“I heard you, Lex!”

“You heard what I said, but… You know. I was just telling them what they wanted to hear. My parents are really body-conscious. That’s just who they are. I can’t push back against them.”

I shoved the rest of the cookie into my mouth. I didn’t know what point I was trying to prove. “Not even for me?”

“You don’t understand. It’s just easier to ignore them. They say that shit all the time.” He tried to hold me again. “Babe, you’re overreacting.”

I wasn’t overreacting. His parents were two-faced, and he was just like them. If I hadn’t overheard them, then he never would've told me. And every time I visited his family, I’d be oblivious as they lied to my face and then insulted me behind my back.

And he didn’t even apologize! How could he not understand why I was so angry?

“Yup. I’m overreacting. Perfect thing to say, Lex.” I marched toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

I didn’t answer. Back to my place, I guess. So I could wallow in private.

He didn’t chase after me.

***

I didn’t answer Lex’s calls for two weeks. I lost track of how many times he called, how many apologetic voicemails, how many Instagram messages and emails.

We had all these December plans, including a winetasting thing with some friends and a road trip into the mountains. I cancelled everything.

Nearly two years of dating had gone down the drain. There were times when I doubted myself, when I thought that I was overreacting. But then my anger came back. Lex had failed the most important test in any relationship: He didn’t have my back.

When I did answer his call, his voice sounded broken. He said all the right things. How he understood why I was so upset. How he would’ve done things differently. How he needed to confront his parents.

So I asked him one simple question: “Did you confront your parents?”

“I will.”

“Goodbye, Lex. Call me when you grow a spine.”

And I hung up.

That was the moment all my anger went away. It was time to move on.

***

I went back home for Christmas. By myself. That wasn’t the plan, of course.

It was a surprisingly good visit. In the past year, my parents had mellowed out on all their conservative Christian bullshit. Their church got this new pastor who was a lot mellower than the last guy. I think that helped. They even asked me questions about my personal life that they never would’ve asked before.

I told them about what happened with Lex, and they all seemed really supportive. My dad even said something like, “That jackass doesn’t deserve you.”

It felt great. Despite all the ways they’d hurt me back when I was a teen, they had zero tolerance for anyone else hurting me. We still had disagreements, but for the first time ever, I felt like my family had my back.

When I got back home, I was newly energized. I got back on the apps and slowly reentered the dating scene. None of the guys I met held a candle to Lex, but whatever. I’d find someone eventually.

I also got a gym membership, not because I didn’t like the way I looked. Not to prove anything. Just because I wanted to, I guess. By April, I was in the best shape of my life, and my belly (which I’d had since I was a preteen) was completely gone.

Around that time, I met a great guy named Eric. We weren’t 100% compatible, but we were happy. He treated me right.

After dating him for a little over a month, I got another call from Lex. I almost ignored it, but something compelled me to hear him out.

“Riley?” He sounded surprised that I’d actually answered.

He’d explained that he’d been doing a lot to change himself. He did some soul-searching and finally stood up to his parents. He wanted to meet in person.

“Good for you,” I said, “but I’ve moved on. You should, too.”

I hated saying that. On some level, I knew that he was my soulmate. I’d probably always feel that way. It was a shame that things ended the way they did, but they had indeed ended.

“Call me if you ever change your mind,” he said. “Just give me a chance and I’ll prove to you that I’ve grown.”

I wished him well and ended the call.

Unfortunately, that call had reopened a wound that I’d thought had healed. I was still with Eric, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Lex. Sometimes I even dreamed about him.

Eric definitely noticed.

We dated until August, when he asked me to move in with him. I told him I wasn’t ready for that. Things escalated into an argument, and before I knew it, I was once again single.

I thought about calling Lex, but something was holding me back. I wasn’t sure what. Fear, maybe. I went on a few more dates, but nothing came of them. I threw myself into my work. I spent more time at the gym. Basically, I was distracting myself.

And then finally, in early November, almost a year after our relationship imploded, I called Lex.

I asked him if he was dating anybody. (He wasn’t.) I asked if he still wanted to meet me. (He definitely was.) We arranged a time to meet at a coffee shop that weekend, a nice, neutral place where we could catch up as friends before we decided if we wanted to take things further.

At the end of the call, he said the strangest thing: “See you there. I’ll be wearing blue.”

What the hell did that mean? Did he want us to coordinate our outfits? It was weird.

Whatever. I was very excited.

And very nervous.

Read Part 2 here. And the whole thing is included in my short story collection Too Fat for My In-Laws. It's a series of three gainer romances about judgmental in-laws, revenge, family secrets, and weight gain. It's a bit more soap-opera than my other stuff. Really fun.

#gainer fiction #gainerstory #gainerfiction #gainer story #gainer stories #gainerstories #feeder fiction #male wg #gay feeder #weight gain fiction

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theinheriteddutchess · 4 months ago

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “This is not how I expected to spend my day off.”

@stargazingfangirl18 it took me a bit to come up with something, and it might not be a hoe thought because the last 2 days I read a book and a lot of the theme made me so furious that I came up with this.

Anyway, thanks for including me. I hope to one day upgrade to hoe levels🙏🏻💕

A Day Off

Pairing: Random Drysdale x female reader

Word count: 587

Warning: cheating

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You tried not to skip up to the house in front of you, you nearly forgot to lock your car in all the excitement. You had some unexpected time off of work and decided to surprise your boyfriend with some quality time together.

Almost 6 months together. A record, he had joked. Honestly you had been a little surprised the man had returned your interest when you approached him. You had seen him in a bar and in a spur of the moment, helped by a bit of Dutch courage, you decided to take a shot. Why not? He was probably going to say no, but by god did he look pretty, you just wanted to take the leap.

You had paid for his drink and he had been surprised, it was usually the other way around. And you had enjoyed laying it on thick with telling him a pretty boy like him should never have to pay for anything.

He replied if you were looking for a sugar baby, and though you had admitted the sugar would be a little slim with your paycheck, you could make up for it in other ways.

Now you were never one to spread your legs to just anyone, but you sure didn't make it home that night!

After that, well, you simply kept seeing each other. You might've had different lifestyles but you connected on other aspects. Mostly in bed, sure, but you enjoyed trying out restaurants and discussing books. He liked your cooking, even if you suspected he exaggerated because you knew your food would never win prizes. He liked driving you to work in the morning, mostly because it meant you would stay with him the previous night. And you loved beating him at chess, something that pissed him off but made him that more determined to win the next time, or the next.

Months flew by, and now it was already 6 months. 6 lovely months! The best months, and something you hoped to continue. Maybe it was too early to talk about the future, but you thought about it anyway. Thought about maybe moving in, or finding a new place. Perhaps maybe, in the far future, marriage, or a kid.

But now, you were going to walk into that house and rock your man’s world. You prepped yourself thoroughly, taking extra care to make everything perfect. A new set of underwear as well, he always enjoyed you in black. The perfume he gifted you a week ago spread on your neck and wrists and a little extra for luck between your breasts, making you feel and smell so good about yourself, as you opened the door with the key he had given you a month into your relationship.

You looked around the house trying to see where he was, not wanting to alert him just yet. He wasn't downstairs, so you went up, maybe he was in his study? But upstairs the bedroom door was open and someone was giggling. A woman's giggle.

Your heart jumped in your chest. Foolishly, you tried to tell yourself it was maybe his cleaner. But you knew.

You stepped forward and opened the door further, and witnessed the picture you didn't think would ever come out of your brain. It was definitely not the cleaner under him, you didn't think she could bend her legs that much. They didn't even notice you, until you spoke up.

“Well Ransom, this is not how I expected to spend my day off.”

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x you #Writing prompt fic

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peachhcs · 1 year ago

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sharks development camp

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a blurb of macklin talking to will about samy and their breakup while at the sharks development camp.

i got inspired from that one post i saw where will and macklin are roommates at the dev camp, so i produced this short little snippet. it's actually kind of cutie because will's being like an older brother in a way :)

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the two boys practically collapsed onto their beds as soon as they were back in the room. the few days they'd been in san jose were extremely fun, but also very exhausting. they were on the ice from sun up to sun down basically, so breaks were far and few between.

at least it was good for getting a full night's sleep because all the boys were out by the time the day finished. will rolled onto his side, reaching for his phone he stuffed into his backpack that was a little bit more than an arm's length away from him at the moment. he stretched a little bit farther and was able to wrap his fingers around the device in the side pocket.

he scanned down the list of notifications for anything important. there were a few texts from his mom and the family group chat, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on will's phone. it'd become a lot quieter now that there was no multiple messages from samy.

will didn't want to admit to himself that he missed seeing her name on his screen with about 10 different messages from her in the time he was at practice.

"can i ask you a bit of a..personal question?" macklin's voice broke will from his thoughts. the older boy rolled to the side macklin was on who stared up at the ceiling.

"what?"

"you're not a virgin, are you?" well, that definitely was a personal question. will's expression twisted for a second before shaking his head.

"uh..yeah, no. i'm not," shit. every. single. conversation. led will right back to samy. at least he didn't spiral this time unlike last time back at the combine where he pretty much made himself look super pathetic.

"okay, sorry. that was like..weird and personal. i don't know. i feel like every person i've talked to isn't and it makes me feel weird sometimes because like..i haven't done.." macklin trailed off realizing this was a weird conversation topic.

"no, it's fine. i get it. i was the same too for a long time," the blonde said and he felt like he was being some older brother right now.

"really?"

"yeah, i didn't like..actually do anything until i was 18," will said almost in embarrassment, but he knew that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"oh. wow. was it like..a hookup or like.." macklin kept asking which will didn't mind. he kind of wished he had someone like himself when he was 16, 17, 18 to talk about all of this. none of his friends really talked about it a whole lot, or they did but it was always in a weird, gross way.

"no, it was with my ex girlfriend," will flinched saying ex girlfriend. it felt so weird calling samy that.

"wait, ex girlfriend?" macklin sat up, confusion on his features.

the blonde's face flushed a little, "oh, i guess we haven't really told people. uh, samy and i broke up."

he watched the brunette's eyes widen in shock, "you broke up? when?"

"like..early june?"

"wait, why? i thought you two were like..oh my god, is that why samy like avoided you when you came over and talked to us at the draft?" macklin's eyes widened in realization.

"yeah..basically. i don't know. i..i kind of realize it was a shitty decision on my part, but i don't really know how to fix it," the older boy admitted, sitting up some.

"did something happen? like what happened?"

"nothing bad..i just..i freaked a bit when i signed on last month. i think i got into my head a little too much and i made the decision without talking it out before i did. she won't talk to me really, though so i can't talk to her," will shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"oh, wow. i'm sorry. i didn't know," the brunette frowned too.

"don't worry. it's my fault and i kind of deserve being avoided."

"maybe i can talk to her? she kind of took beckett and i under her wing at the draft, so maybe we can talk her up," macklin laughed a little.

"no, it's fine. i'll see her anyway at our family vacation, so maybe i can..talk to her or something," will waved the boy off.

"well, if it's any consolation, i think she'd take you back if she heard you out. from what i knew, you guys really cared about each other," macklin shrugged a bit.

"thanks, i appreciate that," will managed a small smile.

the two started getting into talking about something else, but samy lingered on will's mind for the rest of the night. when macklin fell asleep will seriously thought about reaching out to her. his finger hovered above the send button and he deleted and retyped a bunch of messages, but he ultimately decided he shouldn't because why would she even want hear from him anyway?

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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago

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Listening In 4

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Well, here we are. The end of this little series. This took me a lot longer to finish than I originally planned, and I apologize for that. I hope the tooth rotting fluff makes up for it.

Warnings: Fluff, cavity inducing sweetness, Feels, idiots in love, piv sex, dirty talk, and they lived happily ever after.

Word count: 4.6k

Soap and Ghost made it back to the 141 safely, and Price congratulated them on a job well done.

Life moved on. There was always another op.

But Soap kept thinking back to that op. To their little waitress.

And she most certainly was theirs, now. Just thinking about the way she'd whimpered under him was enough to get Soap riled up.

Soap texted her as often as he could, which was almost daily. Ghost, he knew, didn't text nearly as much.

But when he did… well. When Ghost wanted to, he was a right bastard.

Like the time he sent their waitress an audio recording of the two of them. That was well worth it.

Of course, it wasn't just audio recordings and the occasional video call.

Soap managed to detour to see their waitress for half a day on the way back from an op. Ghost, lucky bastard, had an entirely accidental two day layover, most of which was spent in her bed. And that wasn't all of it - the two found themselves stopping by to see her as often as possible.

It wasn't until Soap and Ghost had leave together and arranged to go see her again for a whole week that either of them thought more of it.

"Hey, Si?"

Simon grunted, cracking open one eye above his plain medical mask. That was the more plane-friendly look.

"Think we're a bit looney."

Simon barked a laugh, closing his eyes again. "Just now figuring that out?" He drawled, amused.

Johnny huffed with quiet laughter. "Maybe," he admitted. Simon's lack of distress helped put him at ease, though.

Soon, they'd be off the plane. And then they could surprise their pretty little waitress.

They had a lot of ideas they wanted to try out, after all.

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You'd had an awful day. An opening shift rife with assholes and a few too many pinches. You were tired, achey, aggravated.

Honestly, you wanted to go home and cry and ignore the rest of the world for a while.

So when your phone rang, you almost ignored it without even checking it. Almost.

“Johnny?” you scrambled to answer it as soon as you saw who was calling. “What’s up?”

“Got a bit of a surprise for ye, gorgeous.” Johnny sounded far too pleased.

“Yeah?” You dodged an idiot who wasn’t watching where he was going, huffing softly. “And what’s that?”

“You at home?”

You didn’t quite startle at the question, but you did pause. “Not yet,” you said slowly. “Heading there, though. What did you do?”

Johnny laughed. “So little faith! It’s a good thing, promise.”

You shook your head. “Alright, if you say so. Do I need to check my mailbox or something?”

“Not exactly,” he hedged. “Ye’ll see soon, promise.”

You sighed but gave up. “Alright, sure. I need to go, it’s crowded out here today.”

“Okay. Get home safe.” Johnny paused there for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t.

“Will do,” you agreed and hung up. A little abrupt, maybe, but you were tired. You didn’t have your normal energy for his silliness.

The walk home was too loud and too crowded, with people jostling into you. You were so tired and so done you wanted to cry by the time you finally got into the elevator.

The elevator opened onto your floor and you got three trudging steps off before you halted.

Johnny and Simon stood outside your door, facing you. Johnny was grinning, bright and a little mischievous.

You didn't let them say anything. You just walked straight into Johnny, winding your arms around him and hiding your face against his chest.

"Hey, gorgeous," Johnny cooed, one big hand rubbing your back soothingly. "Happy to see us?"

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "Also fucking tired."

"Long day?" His voice softened with sympathy.

Your laugh was dry and a little too close to tears. "Could say that."

Johnny hummed in wordless concern, holding you closer and pressing his cheek to the top of your head. "Poor gorgeous," he murmured. "C'mon, let's head inside, aye?"

You breathed in deep and let go of him, grabbing your keys. Simon plucked them from you, and you blinked. But moments later you were all inside.

Simon guided you to the couch and pushed you down to sit. You blinked at him, startled. He just motioned you to wait while he brought water.

"What's goin' on?" Johnny dropped down next to you, pulling you into his side with an arm around your shoulders.

You blew out a breath, shoulders dropping. "Just life stuff," you dismissed, or tried to. "Nothing like your shit." They'd told you some, a little, mostly that they were military and had unpredictable schedules. You didn't blame them, not at all, and it explained the odd absences.

"Tell us anyway." Johnny gave you a gentle little shake, eyes warm and focused on you.

Simon dropped down on your other side, setting water on the table in front of you, leaving you nowhere to run. Of course. These two were practiced, moving in an easy tandem in and out of the bedroom. Which they often used against you. Like right now.

You huffed, half exasperated and half amused. "Just. Work sucked today. Few too many shitty people."

"And?" Simon drawled, knowing that wasn't the end of it. You'd ranted to him about work and handsy guys before.

"And my rent is going up," you finally admitted on a sigh. "It's just enough that I'm thinking of moving or downgrading."

Johnny hummed soft sympathy, pulling you closer. "Job hunt hasn't turned up anything?"

"Not yet." You made a face. "It's just frustrating, that's all. I'll get through it."

"We'll come back to that." Johnny pressed a kiss to the side of your head, easy and affectionate as ever. "What's yer schedule, gorgeous?"

You blinked, thrown off a bit by the question. "Tomorrow I'm off, the next two days I have closing shifts, then two mid shifts, then two more days off," you said after a moment of thought. "Not sure beyond that. Why?"

"Well, we've got a week," Johnny said, grinning at you. "Was hopin' to spend a good bit of that with ye."

"You… are far too sweet." You smiled, relaxing between the two of them. "Next you're gonna say you've got a better idea about my job and apartment situation."

Silence. Damning silence. You turned slowly to look at Johnny, who was busy looking anywhere but you. Simon scoffed softly.

"You'd think he'd have learned to lie by now," Simon added conversationally, one big hand landing on your thigh.

"Ah can lie!" Johnny immediately defended himself. "Just. Not to. Well. The two o' ye."

Your heart swelled at being so blatantly lumped in with Simon, your shock plain to see. Oh, sure, you knew these two liked you - they kept visiting you, after all.

But this was something totally different.

"Nope," you decided. "We are tabling that because I cannot be a rational person right now."

Simon leaned closer to your back, his bulk bleeding warmth into the scant space between you. "Don't be rational, then," he murmured. "What're you thinking, dove?"

"Very non-feminist thoughts," you drawled, shivering briefly as Simon pressed even closer.

"Tell us." Simon scooted forward, slowly but inexorably pressing you closer to Johnny, who looked more than willing.

You groaned softly. Simon had a way of getting you to admit to things you wouldn't otherwise, something you both loved and hated. "Really?"

"Be a good girl for me." He was so close now you could feel his mask just brush the shell of your ear.

"Not fair," you complained weakly, swallowing hard. But Simon squeezed your thigh and you folded. "I was thinking I'd let you both whisk me away anywhere you wanted." You ducked your head to hide in Johnny's chest, flustered.

"There's our sweet girl," Johnny cooed, immediately pulling you closer, until you were sort of situated on his lap.

"We'll discuss that tomorrow," Simon murmured, pressing in against your back again until you were sandwiched in warmth. "We have time."

You huffed but didn't object, just relaxing between them. You were warm, you were tired, and they were very comforting. Honestly, you were tempted to just sleep between them.

"Have you eaten yet?" Simon asked, thumb rubbing your thigh slowly.

"No," you admitted, grumpy because you knew that meant he'd move.

Simon huffed a little laugh. At your attitude, undoubtedly. "We'll take care of dinner," he assured you. "You want anything in particular?"

"Don't really care," you admitted, covering his hand with yours to link your fingers through his.

"Don't fall asleep on us yet, gorgeous," Johnny huffed with amusement.

"Shut up," you grumbled, nestling in closer and relaxing. "Comfortable."

They both laughed quietly, but neither of them moved, letting you soak in the comfort you so needed.

If they kept this up, you'd do anything for them.

Finally, you released them both and squirmed away, because otherwise you really would fall asleep. And that would be bad.

Simon took charge of dinner, as promised, and you didn't have to do a thing. Johnny "helped" you change into more comfortable clothes (here meaning he shamelessly ogled you and got a little hands-on but you didn't let him totally derail you).

Simon even folded his mask up just over his nose to eat with you and Johnny, which was still new enough to be thrilling, even though it wasn't the first time.

It was very comfortable, being so domestic with them. It really was strange - you hadn't known them long, not in the overall scheme of things, but you were so comfortable with them.

Sometimes you wondered about impossible things. Dinners at dining tables and breakfasts in bed and exhausting yourself with the two of them.

"Gorgeous?" Johnny touched your hand, frowning a little.

You blinked rapidly and looked at him. "Hm?"

"Where'd ye go?" He gently closed his fingers over your hand, ducking his head a little to hold your gaze.

You smiled and shook your head. "Just thinking. Sorry. Been a long day."

The two exchanged a quick look, a world of communication in that one look. It almost made you ache to think about how long they'd been together, to have such wordless communication.

"Do ye want us here tonight?" Johnny asked, squeezing your hand gently. "Or should we go back to our hotel?"

"Stay." Your heart lurched. You'd blurted that out too fast, too earnest. Revealed too much.

But Johnny just grinned, like he'd been hoping for that. Even Simon quirked a half smile.

"Good!" Johnny leaned close to smack an intentionally loud kiss to your cheek, just to make you laugh. "Wanna watch a movie?"

And back you settled into the simple domestic bliss, letting them squish you between them on your couch, laughing at their antics, comforted by their warmth. Neither one made a move for more, both accepting easy kisses from you.

It didn't occur to you until you were settled in bed between them, Johnny already clinging to your front while Simon curled like a shield between your back and the rest of the world, that you'd do anything to keep this.

Simon was already up when you woke, Johnny taking a well-deserved lie-in with you. Breakfast was easy, relaxed.

But you remembered the promise to talk about your current situation today. Honestly, you'd rather get it over with sooner than later, or your anxiety would be out of control.

"So," you started as you washed the dishes. Johnny was drying while Simon put everything away. (And the fact that he knew without having to ask inspired feelings that you tucked away to be examined later.) "Sounded like you two had a plan for dealing with my woes."

Johnny snorted. "Something like that," he agreed.

"Had an idea," Simon corrected without looking at either of you.

"Alright, let's hear it." You glanced at them both, undeniably curious.

Johnny breathed in slowly. "Well," he started slowly. "Was thinkin' we could help ye find a place. Closer to us. If ye wanted."

"Closer to you?" You looked between the two, the dish in your hands all but forgotten. "Like, England?"

"If you want." Simon spoke quietly, finally looking at you, gaze assessing.

You nodded slowly, letting the idea sit as you scrubbed at a pan. That would be a big move for you. Very different. You didn't even know if you'd be able to find a job there, or how you'd find a job. How expensive would it be to move?

Although, really, considering how you felt about these two… maybe it was time to have another talk, too.

"I have questions first."

"'Course," Johnny murmured, his foot nudging into yours as he looked at you earnestly.

You licked your lips, debating how to proceed. Because, really, you were pretty sure you could figure out the rest of it, depending on one factor.

"Why?" You handed off the pan to Johnny and grabbed an extra towel to dry your hands. "Is this just, like, a convenience thing for you two? Or is this something more?"

Johnny blew out a breath. "Cut right to the heart of things," he muttered, a little wry. "It's not for convenience."

You didn't move, still watching him, towel held tightly in your hands, all but forgotten. "Johnny, please."

Johnny dropped his head for a moment before glancing at Simon. Simon shook his head a little, just once. Johnny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and then nodded.

"Truth is, gorgeous, we wanna see ye more. All the time, if we could. We like ye. More'n we should, prob'ly. And…"

You breathed in slowly, leaning closer to him. "Johnny."

He blinked at you, setting the pan down.

"You're absolutely daft if you think I'd have let you both keep coming back if I didn't care for you deeply already." You quirked a little smile, the words coming easier now that you'd seen him near fumbling his own words.

Johnny blinked and slowly lit up, stepping right into your space. "Yeah?"

"Yes," you confirmed, amused. "Honestly. Simon knew, didn't you?"

But when you looked at him, Simon simply looked away.

You blinked, flabbergasted, jaw dropping. And then you started laughing, completely unable to stop yourself. At the near-twin disgruntled looks, you flapped a hand, trying to stifle your laughter long enough to explain.

"I've been completely gone on you two for months," you managed. "And none of us was smart enough to know it." You promptly devolved again, hand over your mouth.

They both froze completely, going quite still. Then Johnny grabbed you with a laugh, yanking your hands away from your face to kiss you thoroughly. No sooner had he released you than Simon grabbed you, mask pulled up so he could kiss the breath out of you.

Panting, you finally pulled away from him too, looking at the both of them as the enormity of what you'd said and how they'd reacted hit you.

Clearly you weren't the only one attached here.

You curled a hand into Simon's shirt, your free hand taking Johnny's wrist as you towed them both to the couch. (Only because they let you but you'd take it.)

"Tell me more about your idea." You pushed Simon down to sit on the couch and settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Johnny pressed up against your back, hands at your hips.

"We'd help ye find a job," Johnny murmured into your ear, squeezing your hips. "Get ye all settled."

"Doesn't have to be a flat," Simon rumbled, hands big and warm on your sides, thumbs rubbing the skin just under your breasts.

"Could do a house," Johnny agreed immediately, nipping the shell of your ear. "Big enough for the three of us."

You sucked in a breath, biting your lip. Oh now that was temptation. "Somewhere to stay during your time off?" You rolled your hips down into Simon's lap and grinned when his grip immediately tightened on you.

"And someone to come home to." Johnny bit your neck gently, humming in satisfaction at your little noise.

"Fuck." You rolled your hips again, biting your lip. "If you're not serious about this–"

"We are." Simon bumped his hips up into yours, letting you feel the growing hardness there. "Very serious."

"Give us the word, and we'll do it." Johnny nipped down your neck to your shoulder, hands still on your hips moving you to a slow, steady rhythm against Simon.

You shuddered, grinding down harder. "Let's do it," you agreed, a little breathless. "Please."

Johnny groaned softly and pressed you down harder into Simon, biting down gently on the back of your shoulder. Simon rucked your sleep shirt up and quickly pulled it off, his hands settling against your skin.

Any other time, you might tease them about how fast clothes vanished, but right now? You didn’t say a word. Partially because Johnny had tipped your head back to kiss you while Simon took over guiding your hips against his, the feeling more intense now without barriers between you two.

“Johnny,” Simon grunted, fingers tightening.

Johnny hummed into the kiss before he pulled back, eyes already gone dark with desire. “Mm?”

“Duffel bag,” was all Simon said, but Johnny seemed to understand, because he disentangled himself and stepped away.

“Really?” you half-whined, pouting at Simon. You’d been enjoying being between the two of them, dammit.

Simon had the gall to chuckle at you, one hand cupping your cheek and bringing you closer. “Just getting some supplies,” he murmured, soft and soothing. “Won’t take him a minute, dove.”

He was proven right by Johnny coming up behind you again, pressing his front to your back and dropping a condom into Simon’s hand. You warmed and ducked your head, a little embarrassed you’d forgotten about that.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” Johnny cooed in your ear, arms wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you back into his warmth. And subsequently giving Simon the space he needed to put on the condom. “Gonna let me fuck ye after, gorgeous?”

“You want to?” You didn’t look away from Simon, though, watching his hands settle on your thighs.

“Oh, aye,” Johnny agreed, low and rough. “Very much.”

You hummed softly, running your fingers over his arm still around your waist. “After, then.”

Johnny nipped the back of your shoulder and moved the two of you forward, guiding your hips up. Simon simply watched, one big hand on your thigh.

“Ready for me, dove?” Simon watched you closely, fingers rubbing against your skin.

“More than.” You started to sink down slowly, only for Johnny to tsk and guide you, controlling the pace. You swallowed hard, not entirely sure why that was so exciting… but it very much was.

“Look at you, gorgeous,” Johnny murmured once you were settled fully against Simon’s lap, hands clenched on his shoulders. “So pretty for us.”

You huffed softly at him, wiggling a little, getting used to the stretch of Simon in you. His hands smoothed up your sides to your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples.

When you moved, Johnny quickly took control again, hands moving you to a rhythm he liked. Simon seemed content to let Johnny move you, head tilted back against the couch as he watched you with dark eyes, still gently teasing you. Heat built between the three of you, and you tipped your head back onto Johnny’s shoulder.

“Johnny…” You whined, just a little, trying to move faster. Johnny didn’t allow you.

“Hm? Somethin’ ye want, gorgeous?” he teased, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“More? Please?” Your breath caught in your throat when he bit down gently, hands tightening on you.

“What d’ye think, Si?” Johnny asked, low and teasing. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Johnny,” Simon growled, hips finally stuttering up into yours, “if you don’t, I will. And I’ll keep her.”

Johnny laughed quietly but moved you faster, until you were gasping and shivering between the two. Your hands roamed restlessly over Simon, trying to make him feel as good as you felt. Your thighs trembled, back arching.

A second set of hands joined Johnny’s at your hips, their fingers intertwining, before Simon tightened his grip and held you still. You lifted your head, confused, only for him to lift his hips up into you instead. Your lips parted, jaw dropping, eyes going hazy with pleasure.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” Johnny goaded softly in your ear. “Make a mess of him for me.”

A few more hard thrusts from Simon and you did just that, whimpering through the rolling pleasure of your orgasm.

Simon didn’t even slow down, fingers tight on your hips, chasing his own pleasure now. Your overstimulated whines only spurred him on until you leaned forward, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

And bit down.

He swore as he came, hips stuttering, grip almost punishingly tight. He finally stilled against you, grip slowly relaxing.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Johnny murmured, carefully moving one hand to rub a hand up and down your back. “Both of ye.”

You huffed against Simon’s neck, an action he mirrored. You grinned, amused, and relaxed between the two for the moment.

“Still alright, gorgeous?” Johnny asked after a few moments, hand lingering at the nape of your neck.

“Haven’t forgotten you,” you assured him, sitting up again, despite the way your legs shook. “How do you…?”

Simon hummed softly, moving slowly to give you time to move with him. He situated himself longways on the couch, your knees on either side of him, one of his legs on the floor to make more room.

“I’ve got you, dove,” he murmured, taking hold of your hands and linking your fingers together. The couch dipped behind you as Johnny moved too, giving your back one more soothing stroke before there was a rip of foil.

“Could get used to this,” Johnny murmured, only half-teasing, pressing against your back. “Quite a view from here.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to see more like it,” you agreed. “After we figure out the move.”

Johnny groaned softly at the reminder. “Fuckin’ temptress, you are,” he muttered, one hand on your hip holding you steady as he slid into you. He wasn’t quite the same stretch as Simon, but he still felt divine.

He didn’t give you slow, though. He started moving hard, startling a little yelp out of you.

“Easy, dove,” Simon murmured, sweet in contrast to Johnny. “Hold on to me, yeah?”

You could do nothing but obey, holding tight to Simon’s hands even as Johnny slid one hand up to your back to the nape of your neck, gently pushing you down until your chest pressed to Simon’s.

“Doin’ so well, dove,” Simon rumbled, squeezing your hands gently. “He feel good?”

“Yes,” you managed on a gasp, as Johnny drove harder into you, hitting somehow deeper. “Fuck!”

Johnny groaned, hand squeezing your nape. “Beautiful,” he muttered again, almost worshipful. “What d’ye need, gorgeous?”

You nearly choked when Johnny did something that hit a spot that sent sparks all through you. And then he hit it again. And again. Until you needed Simon’s support, moving as best you could with Johnny, making too many noises. Johnny was little better behind you, swearing softly but vehemently.

“Close, dove?” Simon asked, eyes bright as he watched you. “Need a little more, hm?” He released one hand, sliding it down between the two of you. Two gentle fingers circled your clit and you whined, shaking. “Good fucking girl.”

You were gone. That was all it took. You shook apart between the two of them, briefly unaware of anything beyond the burning, rolling pleasure.

You slumped fully against Simon, panting, shivering still. Johnny followed close behind you, muffling his whines against the back of your shoulder, hips pressed flush to yours. He didn’t back off when he was done, staying pressed against you so the three of you were a sweaty heap.

“Up, Johnny,” Simon finally ordered, both hands now soothing up and down your sides.

Johnny groaned theatrically but got up, pressing one last kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Think you can get up?” Simon asked softly. “Or do you need a minute longer?”

You puffed out your cheeks. “Let’s find out.” You stood carefully, letting him hold one of your hands to help keep you steady. Your knees wobbled but held, at least long enough to get you to the bathroom.

Simon herded you back to bed, where water waited for all three of you, a laptop already set up with a movie. You smiled, both touched and amused at his thoughtfulness.

“I vote we do nothing the rest of the day,” you muttered, crawling into bed.

“Nothing?” Johnny asked, moving over you to box you between himself and Simon. “At all?” He pouted at you, over the top.

“Well, maybe a little something,” you gave in with an easy grin, cuddling between the two of them. “After we’ve rehydrated a bit.”

“Smart woman.” Simon settled against you, relaxed. “We’ve still got days, dove.”

The reminder made you smile, an entirely different kind of warmth bubbling away in your chest. “Yes, we do.”

–

Johnny stood at the end of the terminal, anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Next to him, Simon was still as stone, gaze fixed on the steady flow of people coming out of the terminal.

Johnny checked his phone again, unable to help himself. It had been two whole minutes since he'd last checked. Still no new update from you.

Not that he was entirely surprised. You'd had a long flight, had to gather your things.

Well. Some of your things. The rest were being shipped, something Simon had arranged and paid for over your half-hearted protests.

Finally, finally, he spotted you walking towards them. You were clearly tired, dressed down, looking a little limp.

And you were still one of the lost gorgeous things he'd ever seen.

Johnny pounced as soon as you were past the last gate, picking you up in his arms and swinging you around in a hug. You yelped and laughed, clinging to him just as hard.

"Hi," you said, a little breathless, grinning up at him.

"Hi yerself." Johnny finally set you back on your feet, though he didn't release you yet.

"Flight alright?" Simon asked, putting a gentle hand against your back.

"Long and boring." You shrugged, poking Johnny until he released you so you could turn to hug Simon instead. Johnny's heart melted at the sight of you wrapped up in Simon's arms.

"You're home now," Simon murmured, almost too quiet for even Johnny to catch.

Johnny did melt at that, throwing himself into the hug and making you laugh, a little watery.

"Almost," you murmured, squeezing both of them. "Come on, I'm eager to get out of here. I didn't sleep a wink."

That was all it took for Johnny to take your backpack, Simon taking charge of your luggage, both ignoring your spluttering protests with aplomb. They loaded up the car (Simon's) and Johnny let you have the front seat.

The house they'd chosen was out of the way, at the end of a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of garden space.

And a huge master bedroom.

Simon parked, and you blinked awake again. Johnny had to resist the urge to cook at how cute you looked. He hopped out first and opened your door for you, eager to bring you inside. Simon brought your things in, letting Johnny unlock the door and usher you in.

Johnny watched with an overfull heart as you turned a slow circle, eyes huge as you looked around.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." Simon and Johnny squished you between them, trading off kissing you.

They had all the time in the world now.

#listening in #f!reader #johnny “soap” mactavish x you #simon “ghost” riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x you #simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x reader

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foxnikki · 4 months ago

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Hello little one <3 would it be okay if I asked you some headcanons of King, Shamrock and Katakuri with my oc Sonne? 🫂

Ofc only if you want and have the time, thank you anyway! 💙

𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖘

a/n: don't worry, I like writing for my mutuals, I will be very happy to write it. 🫂 the Shamrock one is kinda short because I didn't know a lot about him since he didn't appear that much, sorry :^( but anyway, hope you like ♡

charlotte katakuri

As long as no one is a menace to the family, Katakuri has no reason to attack a person.

She had arrived suddenly. He recognized her face from the posters, yet he sensed no danger in her, so he did nothing about it except keep an eye open in case she might change her mind. But just as she had arrived, she quickly disappeared. Finally...

At least until she came back a second time. He was quite confused, what did she want this time, shouldn't she go somewhere else? He had politely asked, and she had replied that before her next stop the sea would be stormy for a while, at least three days, and so she would have to stop for a while. Katakuri had sighed and offered to host her.

Now, he could just entrust her to his brothers, but he wanted to be the good big brother that we know he is, and also he didn't want them to treat the guest badly, knowing them... what a strange feeling...

He found her rather polite, especially in her gestures, but what else should he expect, in other people's houses one should be. And so the host had to be too.

How kind of him when he offered her a comfortable place to rest, and even though Sonne kept apologizing for inconveniencing her, he calmed her down rather quickly.

On the second day he found the bed empty and feared that he had been deceived by the girl, so he calmly went to look for her. He found her pretty quickly, she was in the kitchen, and she seemed busy baking a cake... maybe. She turned and smiled at him "I... I just found some ingredients for the desserts, so I wanted to prepare something..." she cut a slice and handed it to him "Do you want some?" Oh, that definitely warmed his heart.

They spent the rest of the day in company, deep down he felt that they understood each other. He was sad when the time came for her to go, but he also had a feeling. they would see each other again sooner or later. Maybe not in a distant time.

Maybe, one day, he would feel comfortable enough to show her his face.

king

There weren't many people in the crew who could fly, and anyway King preferred to keep to himself.

It hadn't been long since Sonne had arrived, he already knew who she was but wasn't very interested. On the other hand, she sometimes kept him company because, as she said, "everyone needs at least a little bit of it". Of course, if he told her he wanted to be alone at that moment, she left him alone without making a fuss.

Something he will never admit is that over time he has become attached. Well, probably a lot of people have noticed, but they don't say anything to him to avoid punishment [or rather, being killed for interfering in his business]. Queen had once tried to mention it and King had simply shushed him abruptly.

Sometimes the two of them flew together. King would say that those are the best moments, when he can stretch his wings and everything around is silent. Yes, the two of them didn't talk much in those moments, but it didn't seem to help: they listened intently to what was going on around them, sometimes his gaze would even rest on her, but he made sure she didn't notice... well, she probably noticed a couple of times already.

Seriously, sometimes he can't take his eyes off her wings when she's in her beast-human form. He is surprised at how such a weak-looking person can have strong wings... oh, maybe he shouldn't underestimate her, after all, her bounty is quite high too.

She won't easily forget the day she saw him without his mask. It was an accident, he should have had it on at the time, but for some strange reason she managed to see him without him having time to put it on first. He didn't kill her though, like he could have done with some of his other companions. Whether it was because of the affection he had for her or he was simply in the mood, he didn't know. we know it's the first one

Maybe, just maybe, he's ending up falling in love.

figarland shamrock

He had told himself that he was not like his brother, that he would not stoop to his level and certainly would not fall in love with a commoner or a pirate, let alone a prophetess of Nika.

So what was that feeling he was feeling right now? Why did he flinch at her name every time it was mentioned? He remembered how when they’d assigned the bounty he’d offered to bring her back himself, just to see her again.

Since she ran away, they had seen each other only once. His body was almost freezed, as if he couldn't do anything to hurt her. He hadn't even pulled out his sword, for fuck's sake. He'd just seen her, and she had too, and then she'd walked away. Shamrock hates himself a little for not being able to do anything.

Gunko noticed something strange in her companion's attitude, but ignored it without asking questions. He could handle it, she thought. Oh, how wrong she was.

The redhead was probably having a crisis even though he was trying his best to hide it from the others. Maybe he just had to see her again, and that time would be better. Even if he didn't catch her he would at least want to talk to her.

He still has the task of finding her, he promised after all, and he always keeps his promises.

#one piece #op #one piece oc #sonne ☀️#sonneking #alber one piece #king the wildfire #king one piece #figarland shamrock x oc #king the wildfire x oc #figarland shamrock #shamrock one piece #charlotte katakuri x oc #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #one piece x oc #op x oc #oc x canon #࿇࿐ .fly !

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omoghouls · 7 months ago

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takes hit of comically large joint. well hi there

no but fr i was so honored when i saw u liked my silco omo post <3 ur a legend in the tumblr fandomo space ngl also im pretty sure ur ghost fics were what made me realize im into omo in the first place? massive shout out to u for that.

anyways. as an offering, more silcomo thoughts for you:

i think he's very much a fear wetter. fear and pain are the most likely culprits for any and all accidents he has. he's like a metal gear solid character in that way (i've been playing way too much mgs lately and it shows, but man does that franchise have some top notch wetting scenes)

singed being the first person to find out that he has a weak bladder because he fully wet himself on the operating table when singed gave him his first shimmer injection. silco was absolutely mortified but singed literally barely noticed because he was too Locked In (autism king). when he did notice, he just kinda shrugged and was like "happens sometimes" as any good amoral but nice doctor would

for years, singed was the only one that knew, until sevika noticed the accident he definitely had in ep 3 during his fight with vander. definitely a jarring experience for her, because she just jumped in front of an explosion to save this man whom she's only ever seen fully in control, and now he's (very loudly; the little bridge thing was made of metal and he was slightly lifted off the ground, just imagine the pitter patter sound that must've made) releasing his bladder into his pants because someone grabbed his throat. she didn't say anything at the time, but afterwards would remind him of it every now and then, whenever he annoyed her a bit too much.

ok. that's all. goodbye

- @eroticism-of-the-machine (op of the silco fear wetting post)

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH- I mean *twirls hair* I am so normal about this.

Omggg yes THOUGH that man might be posed and meticulous on how his appearance/upkeep of crime boss is kept, but his bladder is permanently stuck in the flight side of fight or flight 😎

He could blame it on those years of inhaling w/e chemicals in the mines or something to do with the shimmer, but deep down, Silco knows the truth- but he'll be damned if he'd ever admit to that (he'd rather these fear wettings be seen a shortsighted accident than the truth that his bladder might not be as strong as his persona is)

Oh Sev would 1000% keep that memory tucked away as ammo- she knows Silco will only roll his eyes and be done with the conversation, but she knows it strikes a more sensitive nerve with him 😎

#m #omorashi #omocute #silco #also omggg???🥺

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stargleam-star · 8 months ago

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My thoughts on Star, and A Starless Clan as a whole:

Spoilers ahead for A Starless clan amd a bit of Ivypool's Heart if it wasn't obvious. Time for me to go on a rant! It's gonna feature me mostly gushing about Frostpaw because she's the only character with enough substance to talk in length about. But I've got other things to talk about too I guess. Lets get into it:

As usual, Frostpaw was the best character of the book and honestly the most relatable. She kept Going Through It until basically the very end and I felt so bad for her.

What I am glad about though is that she got the killing blow on Splashtail! Fuck yeah that's my baby girl <3

But he did get a hit in on her before the end and left her basically comatose which was tragic. Reading Frostpaw drift in and out of consciousness and what she saw while knocked out was really cool tho. I especially liked that she got to have deeper conversations with Curlfeather. She wanted so desperately for her mother to admit fault, to show some remose for her actions. Instead Curlfeather kept focusing on how Splashtail ruined her plans, and how he's to blame. All she wanted to do was protect Frostpaw and Riverclan. There wasn't the slightest bit of remorse at all. It was so tragic reading Frostpaw wishing her mother would hold herself accountable. It really hit home with me. In the end, Curlfeather couldn't face the truth and left Frostpaw behind to conclude her mother wasn't a good person and learn to accept that so she could move on. Heartwrenching stuff imo

I got really sad when Frostpaw started taking a turn for the worse and finally got to see Starclan. She got to meet her dad and was so happy, he made her realize that she needs to focus on herself and her happiness instead of worrying about everyone else's needs. Nobody understands how fucking Relatable that is to me. Nobody come near me rn.

Frostpaw wanted so badly to finally give up and be at peace. She wanted to be happy and relax, and to help in other ways. As much as that would have crushed me for her arc to conclude with her death, it really did feel like a good end for her. She would have done so well as a Starclan messenger. She deserves the rest. Sadly the narrative didn't want that to be the end of her, so she got to come back. Hooray /s

I like the medicine cat name she was given! Frostdawn is pretty (although I am lowkey disappointed she wasn't named Frostfeather, and that's not because I wanted her sharing a name with Curlfeather. I've got an oc named Frostfeather and it would have been amazing for a canon POV character to have that name too. Alas).

I'm also going crazy over the fact that her and Whistlepaw (now Whistlebreeze) got named together. I love these two lesbians so much its insane. The speech Frostpaw gave Whistlebreeze about being a good medicine cat and how grateful she was to have been saved by her? I'm planning their wedding as we speak

Frostdawn ended up choosing Icewing as Riverclan's leader, which was the obvious choice from the start imo. Also very predictable but what do I expect from a series written for 6th graders? I'm still salty as hell we got to see her leader ceremony but never Squirrelstar's.

I find it weird that Icewing was against Frostpaw in the beginning of Wind but then came around to "omg you were right" because Splashtail got mean. It was kind ooc for her, but then again she stopped having a bigger role during that book up until the end of Star.

Why tf was Icewing's voice the loudest that Frostpaw heard when cats started singing to bring her back to life? Also how tf were regular warriors able to sing to reach Frostpaw's spirit? I get that Tree was with them, and Icewing had spent a few days with The Sisters in Ivypool's super edition, but it doesn't explain how they were able to get that power. Also it was "all the she-cats that love [Frostpaw]" which included cats such as Duskfur and Mothwing who'd been mean to her throughout a good chunk of the arc... ok. Anyways.

All of A Starless Clan should have been soley in Frostdawn's point of view. Nightheart and Sunbeam barely brought anything to the table

Might as well talk about them. I like how Nightheart's character arc finished. He wasn't a jerk by the end and started being more respectful. His POV felt pointless most of the time, but I liked getting a glimpse of the inside of Riverclan during the height of Splashtail's reign (more on that soon)

Sunbeam's POV was completely unnecessary. While I liked that we got deeper thoughts on Berryheart as a result of Sunbeam, I don't think we really needed it for the story. I don't even think the way things wrapped up between them was good.

I'm gonna talk about Berryheart now because she's more interesting. I've come to the conclusion that the Erins dropped the ball with her as a villan. By the end, she was nothing more than a traitor in every single way. She was untrustworthy and I cheered when she died. She should have died 3 books ago if she wasn't gonna do anything worthwhile. No her trying to get Shadowclan on her side to let her be leader in the end qhike trying to convice them to rise up against Riverclan was not good. It was stupid as hell, almost as stupid as her joining Riverclan and becoming its deputy

I'm gonna talk about Splashtail but there's not a lot to say that I haven't already (but I will repeat myself). It felt like the Erins were trying to remake Tigerclawstar and his villan arc with Splashtail. Think about it. Ambitious, broad shouldered, dark brown tabby tom, who conspired with cats from another clan to kill their leader in order to gain power for themself? Check. A merger of Shadowclan and Riverclan? Check. Evil cat wanting to rule all the clans? Check. A deputy slain for having a different opinion? Check that off too.

As stated before the only differences between Tigerclawstar and Splashtail was that Splashtail was a lazy coward, Tigerstar actually belived in Starclan and its strength, and Splashtail had none of the charm or support that Tigerclawstar had. Also Splashtail had to resort to threatening the life of kits to get cats to do what he wanted, while Tigerclan followed Tigerclawstar's rule because he was formidable and had cats in it who truly believed in him and his vision for the future

Splashtail was written to be so cartoonishly evil and it was a sad thing to read. I'm glad Frostpaw got to kill him, and I loved how he was tormented until the end by Curlfeather's demon spirit.

I didn't like how they implied Splashtail might be the way he was due to mental illness though. I'm probably gonna get hate for saying that, lol. But in the last book they wrote him to seem like s psychopath, as well as implied him to be schizophrenic because he was talking to someone that wasn't visible (even though he was actually seeing a real dead person. But nobody but Splashtail and the audience got to know that). They literally called him crazy throughout the last book, the entire time. And idk it just felt like they were villifying mental illness a bit as a result. Again I'm probably reading into it too much, don't come at me please

The leaders were not as impactful in Star as I'd hoped. But at least they acted and fought together in the end. I loved that the leaders actually participated in the battles to liberated Riverclan instead of only sending warriors to do it. I love seeing leaders fighting for the good of their clan and putting their lives on the line (that's what their 9 lives are for. Looking at you Brambleclaw)

I didn't like that sone of Riverclan's cats were trying to join Thunderclan near the end of Star and I liked how Squirrelstar acknowledged that they had too many warriors as itwas, and how they had to expand the warrior's den in the past because of it. Wish the Erins would do something about all those cats

99% of Thunderclan was not mentioned at all this book, including the elders + Brambleclaw from what I read (I might've skimmed iver smth tho idk) but there was mention of cats like Myrtlebloom and fucking Eagletail for sone reason (is that their name? I can't remember). Tell me why any of these cats are alive if they're not worth mentioning while we have a camp scene? At least I got to see my girl Daisy <3

A Starless Clan had so much potential and the writing and mystery in the beginning were really good. I just wish they'd kept it up throughout.

Star felt like a flat finish and while I liked the way Frostpaw's chapters concluded and the whole main plot of Riverclan without a leader, I hate that the book ended on a Nightheart chapter and that the last like was about how he "could be brave and loyal no matter what his name was." Like that was a really dumb final chapter of the arc, a genuinely novice choice. It ruined the arc conclusion for me. Frostdawn's chapter should have been last

OverallI I will give Star a 3/10, and A Starless Clan 5/10 stars. It could have been great. But then, it wouldn't be Warriors would it?

#warrior cats #a starless clan spoilers #asc spoilers #star spoilers #Ivypool's heart spoilers #a Starless clan

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kairiscorner · 2 years ago

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HELLOOOO I JUS STARTED READING YOUR WORKS AND i have been OBSESSED !!!!!

COULD I REQ a e1610!miles x fem!reader, where it’s a bit of a she fell first he fell harder sitch? reader and miles are pretty close friends and reader has been crushing on them for as long as she remembers 😅 miles DOES have feelings but he brushes them off as “just friends feelings”. they could have a bit of an argument cozzzzzz reader was getting mixed signals from miles 😢😢 but then once he does realize his actual feelings, he plans a little something to ask reader if he can court her? (filo!reader twist ? 🧐)

THANK YEW SM !! 🤞⭐️💘

HIII THANK YOU !! OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS?????? my second favorite trope after the "he fell first" one >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends

summary: you have loved miles for the longest time, and guess what? he likes you a lot, too. he wasn't sure at first, though. he joked about it a lot, until you had enough, now he has to come clean and admit everything to you.

word count: 1,200

oh the pain of being in love with your best friend, it's excruciating. nothing is more suffocating than being in close proximity with the boy who has your whole heart wrapped around his finger with him being none the wiser. you two have known each other practically all your lives, and for most of it... you've spent it admiring him, finding all kinds of reasons to keep falling for and loving him in ways you never thought were possible. when high school came around, you wondered if it would be worth it to tell him your feelings; surely, you wouldn't be affected if he didn't like you... right?

oh, who were you kidding? it'd hurt like falling from the sky and landing in an active volcano's magma chamber. like hell you were ever admitting your feelings to him, you wanted to keep the status quo. why would anything that wasn't broken need fixing, right? you kept up the act of being his 'closest friend' that truly loved him, in all ways, but at a distance. you felt a suffocating catharsis with him, a contradiction that haunted you whenever you felt your heart flutter when you two were together, and you feared that so badly.

you wanted to stop feeling this weirdly about him, especially when he told you he thought of you practically as family. it made you feel like you were betraying him for falling for him. well little did you know... he's betrayed you too, then, in that sense. miles has always found you amazing, just overall wonderful company and the best friend he could ever ask for. you always take care of him when he doesn't feel okay, you always listen when he has to blow off some steam, and your touch against his... it feels electrifying, it feels like home.

he does get confused sometimes why he feels a little hot in the face when you look at him for a beat too long, or why he has the urge to want to wrap his arm around your shoulders, lay his head on one of them, too, maybe... wait, why is he thinking this? he hadn't really thought of you like that before, or has he? when he pictures doing things like that with his other friends, they feel alright, but not exactly the right kind of alright he feels with you. "i just... i just care about them a lot. yeah, they're just, they just mean that much to me." he'd tell himself when he overthinks it sometimes.

but sometimes, those feelings of his take over, and sometimes, he'll do things that make your heart beat a whole lot quicker. he'd sometimes compliment you unironically for no reason, even if you didn't change anything about yourself. he'd joke about what a pretty couple you two would look like, though he'd tell it was a joke, he meant nothing by it and he'd say sorry if it put you off. 'he should be sorry for giving me hope every time,' you'd think to yourself in frustration.

you weren't exactly angry about him showing you so much affection--you were angry because he gave you hope, every time, that he'd like you back--only to be greeted with a punch in the stomach as he brushed them off as 'jokes'. you had the last straw when miles made yet another 'joke' about him falling for you. "it's just... you're quite a catch, okay? you're pretty, smart, strong too. now, i'm not saying i do like you, it's just--" "can you stop?" you asked with a stern voice as miles immediately stopped talking when you cut him off mid-sentence. your eyebrows were furrowed together angrily as you looked at his concerned expression. "what did i do?" he asked you, genuinely unsure of what he did to warrant your anger. "that. it's that obliviousness of yours. don't you get it? you're... you're giving me..." you decided not to finish that thought, in fear that you would give yourself away.

you cussed under your breath as miles bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying sorry, because he knew you hated it when 'sorry' is all one can say while you were chewing them out. miles gently put a hand on your shoulder, and with a hung head and an absolutely anxious mind... he went out with it. "...i like you. so much." he admitted, placing emphasis on every syllable, hoping it sank in to you that he likes you the way you have always liked him.

he darts his eyes from your feet to his as he shuffles them a little out of anxiety, and he sighs as he looks up at your flustered face, trying to sound confident, sure of himself, but he was everything but that--and it showed. "i didn't think i'd... actually be in love when i thought about you like that, those... those thoughts i shared with you. you know, the... the 'me dating you' ones, the 'oh, you're so darn pretty, smart, strong, and everything' ones... the... 'i kinda wanna ask you out ones'... yeah... i just realized recently it meant... i like you." he said as his voice quieted and softened, as a small smile cracked on his face as he felt it growing hotter and hotter the longer he spoke.

"if you'll let me, and this is not a joke this time... if you'll let me, can i... can i court you?" he asked you in the softest voice he could muster, so scared of what you'd say. he poured his whole heart out to you, hoping you understood, hoping you'd say yes... "morales, i am going to hit you." you threatened him lightly as you tried to take your shoe off, feeling your own face get flustered as he chuckled. "i'll take it, just... i want to earn your love, i wanna do it right." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "...is it bad you earned it long ago already?" you asked him, which caused his eyes to widen as he pulled back a little.

"wait, so you mean to tell me that--" before he could even finish, you planted a kiss on his lips. it was brief, it was abrupt, but all the love you pent up for him over the years was put into that very kiss. you still looked angry at him, and rightfully so, for causing you so much excitement that he'd like you back only to just recently realize it. "you'll buy me lunch today, morales." you said as you took his hand and began to trudge forward with him following, smiling all the while and getting super excited for what this meant for the both of you. "i'd buy you lunch every day, walk you home, cuddle up with you if you wanted... i'd make every day about you, that's what i mean when i say i wanna court you, mahal." he said as he interlocked his hand in your own, which made you super flustered, but you wanted to keep it under wraps--gotta make him pay for giving you so much hope from back then, of course.

a/n: MY BOYYYYYY

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bvrningfrost · 2 months ago

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Shiori's first time in Sukuna's mansion.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

disclaimer: i'm not a writer, this is my first time doing something like this, don't be mean haha, if you're confused shiori is the name of uraume's vessel but she's not their vessel here lmao

cw: 18+, dubcon but its okay lol, cuts, blood, sukuna

"Bite her." the man commands.

Uraume, almost like waking up from a trance, looks at their master with widened eyes before lowering their head. Hesitantly they get closer to the curve of Shiori's neck. They can feel the girl tense up. A part of them doesn't want to hurt her, but another one craves to know how her skin feels like between their teeth. Despite being hesitant at first, Uraume's curiosity grows stronger than their sudden appearance of morals so they bite down. Hard. Shiori lets out a moan laced in pain, her nails burying deeper into Uraume's thigh, they have a hard time not making a noise themselves.

"Damn, didn't know you'd have that in you." Shiori says with pain still lingering in her voice but a smirk on her face.

"I guess we are both finding out about a new side of Uraume." Sukuna replies with an expression equal to Shiori's.

"...My apolog-"

"Harder." Sukuna interrupts his servant. "And don't stop until there's blood."

"Tsk." Shiori clicks her tongue as if she got annoyed by Sukuna's very presence. Uraume hesitates once again.

"Just do it al- AGGH" before the girl could finish her sentence, Uraume had their teeth buried deep inside her skin exactly where they bit down before, making Shiori cry out in pain. Sukuna can see a tear flowing down under Shiori's blindfold, seems like things are finally getting interesting for the king of curses. Shiori bites her lip down to not let out another sound... out of pure spite. Uraume stops, their lips stained with the girl's blood.

"Well done, boy. Our guest has kept her legs obediently spread all this time, make use of that."

Uraume swallows nervously and moves their hand over Shiori's waist, slowly sliding in between her legs. Shiori's breath deepens and comes to a sudden hold when she feels their hand touching her folds. Uraume matches Shiori's lack of breathing when they feel the damp cloth over the girl's core and just... stops there. Breathing, heavily.

"Uraume, it doesn't bite....unlike you." Shiori jests.

A faint snicker can be heard from Sukuna. Uraume doesn't really know what they're supposed to do but because they're so observant and attentive, they start focusing more on Shiori's body language and voice. Timidly Uraume starts lightly stroking over Shiori's underwear. Eventually starting to gently circle over the girl's clit, making her let out soft moans that sound heavenly in Uraume's ears.

"Mhh... I have to admit, you're quite good at this. uraume." Shiori expresses, making a smile appear on Uraume's normally stoic face. For the first time since this whole thing started, mind you. But that gets harshly interrupted by Sukuna's next command.

"Rip them off."

"Are you going to pay for new ones?" Shiori boldly complains.

"Oh how I can't wait to stuff that big, pretty mouth of yours, foolish brat." Sukuna growls.

"And I can't wait to show you what this big, pretty mouth of mine is capable of." Shiori declares while feeling Uraume's hands on the last bit of clothing she has around her ready to rip it apart. Uraume easily tears them off, and before Shiori even realizes, she sits with her pussy spread in front of this four armed giant across the room. Uraume, sitting now besides shiori, can't keep their eyes off her, inspecting every inch of her perfectly sculpted body.

"Continue. And speed up, my patience is running low for your cowardness, you watched me fuck women often enough, you don't want me to think that you didn't pay attention, do you?"

Uraume did watch Sukuna fuck women, often... though majority of the time out of accident because that man couldn't care less where he fucks who but sometimes when Uraume was at the wrong place at the wrong time, he made them stay. They never understood why, and they especially never understood why he was locking his eyes on them whenever he pounded his fuck toy of the day. Uraume would never admit that every single time afterwards, they would jerk off to the thought of them getting fucked by Sukuna Luka that.

"No, Sukuna-sama, my deepest apol-..."

"I said continue." Sukuna warns, annoyance lingering in his voice.

Uraume moves their hand back between Shiori's legs, feeling her warmth properly now and being able to see Shiori's expression reacting to their touch. They circle around her clit, coating their hands in the girl's wetness, listening to her sweet sounds she's letting out despite biting her lower lip shut. Uraume starts kissing her neck again, leaving marks all over it, licking the deep bite mark they caused earlier. Shiori's body is twitching in a mix of pain and pleasure and without any warning, Uraume thrusts two fingers inside of her.

"Fuuuck?!" Shiori cries out, clearly getting caught off guard by uraume's sudden change of demeanor.

There are no thoughts left in Uraume's mind other than making the girl shout louder and twitch more under their touch. Brutally they're pumping their fingers inside and out, giving Shiori a hard time keeping her legs apart.

"Keep them open." Uraume demands.

"Hnngg, at least- aah.. warn- oh fuuuck... warn me." Shiori mumbles under her breath while Uraume shows no signs of mercy.

Uraume replies by biting down on the still bloody bite mark from earlier, making the girl leave out a scream that was definitely heard all over the estate. A rich laugh coming from the background.

"I knew you were watching attentively, Uraume, but two fingers aren't enough for that brat."

Not letting Shiori catch a single breath, Uraume pushes four of their fingers into her, making her head fall back and legs shut together.

"What did I tell you about your legs..." Uraume threatens.

"Force them open then if you want it so bad." Shiori snarls.

"Tsk." Uraume abruptly grabs one of Shiori's legs with one hand and pushes her on her back with the other one, now hovering above her. In the sudden motion Shiori's blindfold moved, exposing her enchanting purple eyes. Their gazes directly meet for the first time. Uraume is almost getting dizzy from looking at Shiori's glistening, teary eyes and pink flushed cheeks.

"I knew you were blushing this whole time." Shiori teases while trying to catch her breath. Uraume’s face turns an even deeper shade of red, causing them to break the eye contact.

"Wait." Shiori interrupts Uraume's movement by gently cupping their face, turning it to hers again. "Grant me the pleasure of looking at your eyes some more, I don't know if i will come out of this bedroom alive after all." Shiori purrs with such a tender voice that leaves Uraume stunned for a moment before grabbing her hand and pinning it above her head.

"If you keep behaving the way you do this whole time, you won't." Uraume threatens, the hue of their face resembling Sukuna's eyes. A very apparent yawn can be heard from the background.

"Uraume, you either speed things up or this will go my way really quickly, don't piss me off." The man warns.

Uraume immediately stands up from the bed, head lowered in shame.

"I apologize for my negligence, my lord, what would you like me to do next?"

"Brat, make yourself useful for once and help Uraume out of their clothes." Sukuna commands while lazily waving his hand towards Shiori's direction.

"My lord, I can do it myself." Uraume's gaze darkens.

"You heard me." Sukuna replies with such a grim tone that it even frightens Uraume.

part 4

#shioumekuna #sukuna smut #uraume smut #sukume #shiorume #jjk #jjk smut #shiori himi #frost writes #uraume #sukuna

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pisscrossiant · 1 year ago

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PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

#dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #dao #dragon age #zevran arainai #lesbians #alistair theirin #morrigan dragon age #morrigan and leliana have explored each other's bodies.#leliana dragon age #sten dragon age #wynne dragon age #oghren dragon age #dao headcanons #headcanons

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sjsmith56 · 9 months ago

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My Heart Is Yours - A Private Man, Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky returns to the house late, after being released through the work of his lawyers. Tracey stays over, sensing he needs help with anxiety.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky, Rebecca, Tracey, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Marie.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content (oral, f receiving, p in v). Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

Author notes: Things are heating up quickly but both Bucky and Tracey feel something that neither has felt before and want to jump in with both feet. Translations are from Google Translate.

<<Chapter 6

It was almost midnight when Bucky returned to the house, in the company of Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock. Rebecca was asleep in her reclining chair, having refused to go to bed until she knew Bucky was alright. Tracey was asleep on the couch. When the key was inserted in the door she sat up immediately and got up, rushing to Bucky, who held and kissed her. He next went to Rebecca's side and hugged her, stroking her hair while she cried at how frightened she had been for him. Then he turned to the two lawyers who followed him in.

"Sweetheart, this other man is Matt Murdock, Foggy's partner," said Bucky. "You should have seen him take on the lawyers who swore out the complaint against me. They had no choice but to release me."

She looked gratefully at the man with his white cane and dark glasses. "Mrs. Proctor, it's nice to meet you," he said. "Foggy has told me about you and Bucky. I'm glad I was able to help him today."

"Why did they arrest him, Mr. Murdock?" she asked. "He did nothing wrong."

"No ma'am, he didn't," said Murdock. "They were being very narrow minded in how they interpreted the Sokovia Accords in swearing out the complaint against Bucky and the judge agreed with me. I'm pretty sure they were doing it on behalf of someone or some organization that would like to have Bucky under their control."

"They tried to say that my intervening in the robbery was over reaching my rights as a private citizen to make a citizen's arrest," started Bucky.

"Which is complete nonsense," said Murdock. "There was no damage to life, limb, or property when Bucky took control of the situation. The fact he intervened successfully without bloodshed when three others left that employee in the lurch showed great restraint. Similarly the action he undertook today saved the man's life as he would have fallen well before the fire department arrived. Bucky only did what was necessary by getting the man into a safer position then they both waited to be helped down by the fire fighters."

"Why do you think the charges were laid?" asked Tracey, as she sat back on the couch, where Matt and Foggy were now situated.

Murdock took a bit of a breath. "That's something my partner and I are going to explore. In fact, we think there is something that the authorities are not being forthright about. Foggy here contacted the Army about Bucky's claim for back pay some time ago. At first they said it was still being considered with a decision to come soon, then suddenly last week a motion objecting to the application was filed. We were still waiting for an official reason for the motion but were told it was classified. I plan to be at their office first thing tomorrow morning to find out the reason and why it is classified."

"They think the dismissal and the charges are related," said Bucky. "Someone doesn't want to admit they were wrong, or maybe they're trying to get my pardon thrown out."

"They can't do that," stated Rebecca. "The pardon came from the President himself."

Murdock smiled. "You're right, Mrs. Proctor and that should not be reversible. Whoever is doing this does have power but we have the law. Bucky is a private citizen who has kept out of any sort of trouble since the Battle of Wakanda. Even though he was involved in the operation against the Flag Smashers no objection to that involvement was ever filed. He is gainfully employed and looks after you quite well from what I've heard." Murdock stood up with Foggy. "Now, it's getting late and I know Bucky has to be at work early tomorrow. We'll leave you with our assurances that we'll keep pushing to find out who is taking these measures. You have my promise on that."

Murdock stuck his hand out and Bucky shook it, as did Tracey and Rebecca who raised herself partway from the reclining chair to do it. Bucky saw the two lawyers out then came back inside.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," he said. "Did both of you get something to eat?"

Rebecca nodded. "Tracey made something for both of us. Bucky, you saw I walked. When I woke up I could hear the men outside say to get ready to take you down and I just couldn't stay in bed and let them. I don't know where the strength came from but I walked right to the end of the hallway."

He smiled and hugged his sister again. "I noticed. We'll have to tell the physiotherapist. The FBI agent was actually quite decent. He was just doing his job and I think he didn't want you to witness me getting hurt. He took the cuffs off in the SUV, saying he believed I was a man of honour." He looked at the clock. "It's late, you should be in bed, and Tracey should get home."

She shook her head. "I called my neighbour to feed Al. I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. Rebecca said she'll lend me a nightgown ... unless you want me to wear your dress shirt again."

A happy smirk was his answer and he lifted a smiling Rebecca up, carrying her into the bedroom. When he placed her on the bed Tracey said she would take care of getting her ready. He could hear their voices as they spoke in the bedroom and smiled at how close they already seemed. When Tracey came out to say that Rebecca was ready he followed her back to the bedroom while finishing off a second high calorie energy bar to compensate for not eating dinner. Tracey watched from the doorway as Bucky fixed the covers just so and smoothed his sister's hair. It had been one of the first things that attracted her to him, witnessing how gentle he was with Rebecca. After kissing his sister’s forehead and whispering he loved her he turned the light switch off, closing the door behind him. Tracey looked up at him in the dim hallway.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" He shook his head as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Rebecca was afraid but she was angry as well. It upset her to hear the officers in the back yard talk about you as if you were a dangerous criminal."

"I am dangerous," replied Bucky, as he walked back out to the living room to turn off the lights. "If I lost control I could easily take out a dozen of them. I just don't let go anymore because I could hurt someone really bad, or worse. HYDRA wanted me to be a killing machine and I have the strength and knowledge to do it still."

"Then why am I not afraid of you?" she asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes and wrapping her arms around his middle.

He smiled slightly and kissed her. "Because I'm not that man anymore. I was a champion boxer when I was a young man but I was a better lover. Maybe I'm trying to get back to that dynamic." Effortlessly Bucky lifted Tracey onto the kitchen counter, opening her legs to pull her close to his body. "I do want to get some sleep tonight."

"So do I," she answered, then ran her fingertips through his hair. "But sex is a great way to get rid of tension and anxiety.”

A beautiful smile crossed Bucky's face and he placed his hands on both sides of Tracey's face. Planting his lips on hers he kissed her seductively, toying with her tongue just enough to make her whimper. Then he picked her up to sit at his waist, stopping at the kitchen light switch to turn it off, then walking them both in the dark to his bedroom. As they walked Tracey pulled her shirt off and kissed him fiercely all the way through the doorway to his room. When he closed the door behind him he stood there enjoying how her skin felt against his hand and undid her bra. Holding her with his vibranium arm he unzipped his jeans with his other hand and wiggled out of them, prompting Rebecca to laugh a sultry laugh that immediately made him hard. She pulled his T-shirt off and wrapped her arms around his shoulders nuzzling his neck and collar bone. Gently he laid her down on the bed and unzipped her jeans, pulling them off. Then he laid on top of her and looked at her in the dark. He could tell by her breathing and her heart rate that she was definitely aroused, as was he. But there was something he wanted to say first and he swallowed nervously to get the courage to say it.

"Thank you for standing by me tonight," he said. "My first reaction to the arrest was to argue against it but when you came out of the bedroom it helped calm me. I'm so glad you were there."

"So was I," she replied.

"All I want is a quiet, normal life as a private man. Is that so much for some people to understand?"

"It shouldn't be," she replied. "They should see you like I just did when you're with Rebecca. You're one of the most gentle men I know."

Even in the dim glow of the night table light she could see him blush. "That's kind of you to say. You make me feel young again, and I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone since I was a younger man." A ragged breath came out of him. "I'm not asking you to move in or to make a formal commitment or anything. I just want to know if you feel like this could lead to something wonderful for both of us. Would you be part of it, something with me?"

"Are you proposing?" she asked, her eyes focused on him. "It's early for that, isn't it?"

He nodded shyly. Gently she put her hand on the side of his face. "If you asked real sweet like, I would move in tomorrow. I knew something wonderful was happening when you set the coffee date." Bucky kissed the palm of her hand. "My only fear is if I am enough for you. You're only the second man, not counting my lost night in the motel, that I've ever been with. That's not a lot of experience to get the full measure of a man but ...." She drew in her own ragged breath. "Right now I trust you more than any man I've ever known, including my own father."

As the tears came out onto her cheeks Bucky used his thumbs to wipe them away then kissed her gently. "Baby, don't cry." His voice was silky soft. "You're all that I want, ever. Look how beautiful you are, inside and out."

He buried his face in her neck kissing and mouthing the soft skin while she ran her hands down his back.

"I trust you as much as I trust Rebecca and Sam," he whispered. "I love you, Tracey. I know it's early to be feeling that way but I've never said that to anyone before and I mean it with all of my heart."

Raising his head he looked deeply into her eyes, seeing love reflected back at him. He didn't wait to hear the words returned back from her as he didn't need to hear it, not yet. As she ran her hand through his hair he understood that right now, touch was her love language. He accepted her touch, closing his eyes and softening his face as her fingers soothed him. Leaning on his right arm he ran his lips down her throat to her collarbone. Rubbing his metal thumb over her breast he felt her nipple pebble and lowered his mouth onto it, swirling his tongue around as her breathing increased in response. From there he pressed his mouth over her abdomen then nudged her panties with his chin. Tracey brought her hands down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down. He pulled them the rest of the way off and pressed them into his face.

"You smell so good, angel," he whispered. "If I were blind I would know you by your scent."

"Bucky," gasped Tracey as he buried his face into her folds, licking and probing with his tongue.

She bucked her hips up into him and he placed one hand on her abdomen steadying her as he gave her his all with just his tongue. Within moments he could feel her body quivering as she reached the edge then he slowly pulled away.

"Why are you stopping?" she whined softly. "I'm so close."

"I know, angel," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "I'll make it good, I promise."

Pulling his briefs off he ran his tip through the wetness that was spilling from her, spreading it over his cock, making him harder as his hand glided smoothly over the shaft. After adding some lubricant he guided himself in slowly, listening to her soft moans which grew louder the deeper he was in. When he bottomed out he began thrusting in a slow rhythm, pressing against her clitoris with each thrust. Gently he took her hands, placing them above her head, and holding them in place with his metal hand. Increasing his pace and force he watched her intently as they moved together. For Tracey it felt like he was splitting her in two but the sensation was so insanely pleasurable that she could hardly bear it. When she could manage it, she watched him just as intently, seeing every blink of his eyes, every flick of his tongue. When he pressed his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue deeply in she raised her hips into him and soon felt the quickening rush of her orgasm rip through her body. Bucky came just moments later, after he freed her hands. Together they rode the wave of the release finishing it with intense hungry kisses.

"You were right," whispered Bucky.

"About what?"

"I'm not feeling any anxiety right now," he answered, grinning mischievously.

She grinned back and ran her hand through his thick hair. "Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" she asked. "I'm kind of a mess down there."

"Go ahead," he said. "Do you want company? I promise to just shower. I have a nice shirt you can wear to bed."

She nodded and slipped out to the bathroom while Bucky brought clothes for both of them. He was as good as his word, taking just five minutes to shower, although he did wash Tracey's back. After leaving her in the shower, he dried himself, put clean boxer briefs and sweatpants on then went back to the bedroom to straighten the bed and pick up their clothes. When Tracey returned she wore one of his T-shirts that was big enough to come down to her mid thigh. Bucky pulled the covers back and she laid with her back into him so he could put his arm around her.

"I love how you smell," he whispered, after he turned the light off and spooned behind her, burying his face in her hair. "You would tell me if saying that was weird, right?"

Her smile was still there as she looked back at him, this man out of his time but so in tune with her. "It's not weird at all. It's all part of our body chemistry and I think we have amazing chemistry happening between us. Now, no more talk. It's after one and you have to be at the dock for when?"

"Seven," he answered. "Thank you for staying. I love you."

It was several minutes before he heard a faint whisper saying "I love you" back and her hand squeezing his that was on her waist. That night neither one of them had a bad dream.

🌅

The touch of soft lips on Tracey's cheek woke her up and she opened her eyes to Bucky's smile as he leaned over her. Gently touching her face with his hand she put her hand on top of his and lifted it off, kissing his palm. He was already dressed for work and she could see it was quite light out.

"I just wanted to say goodbye before I left," he whispered. "Rebecca is still asleep. Amina is here already. I told her you stayed the night. She's happy for us. They all are. Apparently they saw things before we did."

"I'll get up now," she said softly. "I'll need to go to my place before I go to work." She looked down for a moment. "Did you mean what you said?"

"About loving you and wanting to make this something wonderful? Every word of it." He caressed her hair and face then kissed her again, sweetly. "My heart is yours."

She sat up as he wrapped his arms around her. His body heat came through his T-shirt layers and his clean smell filled her senses. Once more they kissed then he stood up and went to the door, looking at her once more before he left. There were goodbyes exchanged with Amina then the sound of the front door closing signalled his leaving. Getting out of the bed Tracey made it, then put her clothes on that she wore the day before. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of fresh coffee wafted towards her and she was grateful when Amina put a cup of it down in front of her as she came into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Tracey," said the Sudanese woman, her eyes sparkling. "Both you and Mr. Bucky have the look of people in love. We all hoped it would happen for you both."

"Thank you Amina," she replied. "It started out well, although I didn't plan on staying here last night."

"They showed it on the TV late news," said Amina, shaking her head. "So soon after he saved that man at the amusement park for someone to accuse him of breaking the Sokovian Accords just doesn't make sense. Was Mrs. Rebecca alright?"

"She is," answered Tracey. "She walked. Heard the police in the backyard discuss how they would take Bucky down and it energized her. Got out of bed herself and walked right to the end of the hallway. It was incredible."

"Mrs. Rebecca is a good and strong woman," said Amina. "Mr. Bucky cares about her so much." Her face brightened. "Now, let me make you some breakfast before you go."

"No, no, you're here to look after Rebecca," protested Tracey. "I have to go to my place, feed my cat and change for work. I'll eat there. I'm so glad the funding we applied for came through. Marie Peters told me all of you volunteers did wonderful work with Rebecca. Now you get paid for it and Bucky can be home for the nights, getting a proper sleep."

"And he'll be available to see you," smiled Amina. "Much easier to have a romance when you're not working night shift. Do you know that my brother-in-law got the night shift at the docks? Mr. Bucky worked with him on the weekends to improve his English language and taught him about the work he could expect to do. Helped him get qualified on a forklift. His first night will be tonight. He's very happy to finally be working and providing for his family."

"No, I didn't." Tracey shook her head with a smile. It would be just like Bucky to downplay his efforts to help someone. "I'm very happy for your brother-in-law. Now, I really must be going. Have a good day with Rebecca."

"Thank you, we will have a great day," replied the other woman.

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Tracey stepped out into the early morning sun and unlocked her car. Soon she was pulling into the parking garage of her apartment building and went up the elevator to her floor. When she opened the door Alley Cat was waiting in the hallway, with a glare that she knew wasn't good.

"I'm sorry," she said to the grey and white cat. "It was an emergency and I had to stay with Rebecca. By the time I could leave it was late and I wanted to stay there."

The cat turned around and sat with its back to her, making her smirk. She put some food out for him and went into the bedroom, picking out an outfit from the closet. Quickly she washed her face and moisturized it then applied her makeup. Coming out to the kitchen she poured some cereal and milk into a bowl, then ate it. She looked around her small apartment, her home ever since her husband left her.

The end of their relationship had been coming almost from the moment they married. In many ways she felt like Geoff thought he was obligated to marry her, being from a conservative family that prided themselves on their values, which included no sex before marriage. They met in her final year of nursing school, she a shy, quiet, and inexperienced girl, which she really was then. Even though she knew about reproduction from her studies she was totally clueless about having sex, how it should feel, what she should do. Geoff Russell, the hypocrite, was quite experienced, and expressed his disappointment with her responses to sex right from the start. She suspected he was cheating on her soon after their return from their honeymoon, when he told her his job required him to be on the road three weeks out of the month. When he was home they had sex but he was always making her feel like he was doing her a favour, and rarely did foreplay or after care. Her biggest takeaway from her marriage was how lonely she was, which didn't change after the divorce because of her introversion and shyness. At least, it didn't until she rang the doorbell at her new client's house and a beautiful man answered the door.

His eyes were like the ocean, his strong jaw and cheekbones were incredible to look at, and his thick dark hair just screamed to be touched. The final clue that she was interested was his physique made her desire his arms around her and his body on hers, a new feeling for her. His own introversion matched hers but she found a kindred spirit in him; someone who had been hurt in the past, who was lonely like her, and wanting a connection. As she thought of their first time together just two nights ago she had to squeeze her knees together to deal with the throbbing deep inside of her. What they did was incredible, gentle yet fierce, soft yet demanding, sweet but lustful, and she wanted more. Al rubbed against her leg and she looked down at the cat.

"I'm forgiven now, am I?" she asked, as she took another spoonful of cereal. "What do you think about moving? We could live in a house, with lots of windows, a back yard, trees, and a nice soft lap for you to sleep in. What do you say, Al? Should we not renew the lease and take a chance on a relationship with Bucky?"

Al gave out a strong meow and rubbed against her leg again. A yes, then. A feeling of anticipation mixed with a little bit of anxiety filled Tracey. It would be the most impulsive thing she had ever done, throwing caution to the wind to move in with Bucky. Her lease renewal was coming up in just over a month. If she locked herself in to another 12 month lease there would be a penalty to break it, unless she found someone to sublet it. But if she lived with Bucky and Rebecca (it would be both of them and rightly so) she wouldn't be alone any more, and she would share the bed of someone who made her feel desirable with just a single look. She took her phone out and looked at Bucky's number. Quickly she tapped out a text and looked at it for a moment then sent it.

>>Missing you already. I think I should live with you. Do you really want me?<<

She finished her cereal and was brushing her teeth when the response came.

>>More than anything. We'll work out the details at dinner. Inima mea este a ta.<<

She looked the phrase up on Google Translate and smiled when she saw it was Romanian for "my heart is yours." It's what he said in English to her before he left for work. Noting the time she got dressed and made sure everything was turned off before she left. Twenty minutes later she pulled into her parking spot at the public health office and grabbed her purse, pulling her ID lanyard out. Marie Peters was just getting out of her car at the same time.

"Well, there she is," said Marie warmly, putting an arm around Tracey. "How are you? How was the date?"

"I'm good and the date was wonderful," said Tracey. "Bucky's very much a romantic man. He cooked dinner, set up the back yard with pretty lights, and music. We danced after ...."

"And?"

"And I spent the night and stayed there last night as well," admitted Tracey, blushing. "It was the best weekend I've ever had."

Marie smiled fondly at her. "I'm glad to hear it. He is a gentleman and with that face I'm guessing the rest of him looked pretty good as well."

Tracey said nothing but did smile. They slid their ID cards into the reader and entered the building. Several other nurses had arrived and called out to Tracey, welcoming her back. The supervisor came out of her office and gestured to Tracey's desk where a covered floral arrangement waited for her to open the paper.

"These arrived for you about twenty minutes ago," she said. "I think you've made a conquest. The delivery person said he ordered them Friday, insisted it had to be delivered before you got here, and wrote the card himself."

Approaching her desk cautiously Tracey put her purse on top of the desk and unwrapped the opaque paper which covered the arrangement. There were at least two dozen roses of various sizes and colours arranged in a vase, in red, a deep red, almost burgundy colour, pale pink, or deep magenta tones. The other nurses crowded around with one of the younger ones looking up the meaning of the colours on her cell phone.

"The burgundy ones are for passion," said the younger nurse in awe. "The regular red is for true love, the pale pink for sweetness and femininity, the magenta are for appreciation and gratitude." She looked at Tracey with excitement. "He's totally in love with you."

There was a full sized envelope with the arrangement and Tracey plucked it out of its place. Inside was a beautiful card with a blue and green cover, saying Thinking of You. Inside the card in Bucky's beautiful handwriting was a message that he was glad she was back and for her to have a wonderful first day back at work. Bending over she smelled the flowers and smiled. In the few years of her marriage she never once received flowers from her husband. Bucky got her this before he even saw her, before she stayed over and before they said they loved each other. Swallowing, she tried to keep herself calm. This, what Bucky was doing, was new territory for her. She was being courted. As the other nurses dispersed back to their desks the supervisor stayed and put her hand on Tracey's shoulder.

"It was a good decision to remove yourself as his sister's nurse," she said with understanding. "This is a unique man, with deep feelings for you. Do you feel the same?"

Tracey nodded. "I do, very much," she said, in a low voice. "It's almost overwhelming but I know he's probably the man I've always dreamed about."

"Well, we're all very pleased for you," said her supervisor. "I truly hope he makes you happy."

Almost in a daze she sat at her desk and logged into her work computer. For the next hour she checked her client list and appointments, but was often distracted by the roses. She pulled her phone out and sent Bucky a text.

>>The flowers are beautiful and everyone thinks I'm a lucky woman. I agree. You are the only man for me.<<

The response was in Spanish. >>Eres mi amor hermosa<< She looked it up finding it meant "You're my beautiful love."

She smiled. >>How many languages do you know?<<

>>Many and I will tell you I love you in all of them<<

>>😊 I have to go to my first appointment. See you later, love.<<

>>I'm still not good at those emoji things. See you later, angel.<<

Checking her medical bag to make sure she had everything she needed Tracey downloaded her schedule onto her phone and said goodbye to everyone. She looked up at the blue sky as she walked to her car and felt happy, truly happy at how her life was going at this moment. That feeling lasted her the entire day.

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