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cyclical violence & the dsmp finale

I’m seeing a lot of folks on Twitter interpret the DSMP series 1 finale as “can you believe they forced an abuse victim to befriend his abuser in the end, that’s so sick and tasteless!!” and after a bit of pondering (i.e. absolutely rabid conversations with @ringenthusiast) I think I’ve realized why that interpretation bothers me. Personally I find it extremely reductive to read DSMP as being solely about abuse rather than as a story in which abuse happens and is explored, but even if you’re only prepared to consume it solely as an abuse narrative, you absolutely must acknowledge that the story is about both interpersonal and systemic abuses, and moreover that it’s about how interpersonal and systemic abuse enable each other.

c!Tommy is a victim of horrific interpersonal abuse. c!Dream is a victim of horrific systemic abuse. c!Dream is the perpetrator of the interpersonal abuse c!Tommy suffers, and his abuse of c!Tommy is later continually used as a justification (both in canon and in fandom) for why c!Dream deserves to suffer systemic abuse. This isn’t a coincidence, it’s clearly a very well-planted and thoroughly developed overarching theme: abuse is cyclical. Abuse perpetuates itself. One type of abuse perpetuates and enables other forms of abuse. That’s the point.

There are plenty of examples of this theme being explored outside of the “Dream vs. Tommy” conflict -- the instance that immediately comes to mind is c!Quackity being treated terribly by c!Schlatt, only to turn around and torture an incarcerated person, ostensibly for profit but also presumably for personal enjoyment. Again, abuse is cyclical. This is actually why I think it’s really important that c!Tommy and c!Quackity are, in a sense, set up as foils for each other. c!Quackity makes the decision to become as bad as (if not worse) than his abuser, and that decision is a source of strength and agency for him even though the audience is expected to understand it as a downward spiral. c!Tommy’s approach is different, after he sees c!Dream’s perspective from limbo. It has to be different because c!Tommy is different.

It’s kinda wild to me that anyone could watch the DSMP finale (not to mention the past two years of the show) and not see the final interaction between c!Tommy and c!Dream as a representation of restorative justice. You are not obligated to fix, forgive, or offer redemption to someone who hurt you... but you are obligated to at least try to see them as a person, because the alternative can and will enable atrocities.

This is both a positive ending for c!Tommy and a very uplifting message to end series 1 on. Remember what I said earlier about c!Quackity and c!Tommy being narrative foils? Well, they certainly are, at least insofar as the theme of cyclical abuse is concerned. c!Quackity is an abuse victim who becomes an abuser. That’s an arc that makes sense for his character and personally, as a longtime c!Quackity stan I’m happy with it... but it would be super depressing if that was how every abuse plotline in the series turned out. The final interaction between c!Tommy and c!Dream offers an alternative outcome: that abuse victims are not obligated to forgive or attempt to understand their abusers, but in some cases it’s worth it to try. The abuse c!Tommy suffered makes him neurotic and angry and depressed and fearful and paranoid, but he never lets it make him unkind. He never becomes an abuser himself. The message is clear: abuse can be cyclical, but it doesn’t always have to be. You can break the cycle. The snake doesn’t always have to swallow its own tail.

That, to me, is an incredibly meaningful ending.

[lovecla]

TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter nine:

➴ chapter warnings: mentions of toxic family, angst.

➴ word count: 3.8k

💌 from me to you: took my sweet time before publishing this because now my non hockey best friend follows me (i love u lily) here and i feel ashamed lmfao also ive been deep into ballroom hair tutorial videos on tiktok so im sorry for the delay. love u all though! (p.s. be patient with maddie yall)

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2024, MAY.

YOU STARED at the two piece set you chose for Jack’s birthday dinner and sighed, wondering if it was a good option or not.

After that wonderful weekend with Quinn at the cabin he had rented for you both, you decided to give it a shot and call Luke and Jack once, to know how they were doing; turns out Quinn was right, and they missed you just as much— or at least that's what they said when you explained that you were calling because you wanted to know how they were doing and that you missed them.

Luke talked with you for a good thirty minutes, while Jack exceeded himself and made it to the one hour mark. Even with the time difference, he managed to speak with you for a long time, and didn’t end the call until he was absolutely sure that you would come to his birthday dinner in Newark.

“You can come with Quinn, if you want. He’s coming too,” he said, and you wondered if you should tell him that you and Quinn now were some sort of friends with benefits.

Not that you didn’t want people to know. In fact, people probably already knew— or at least they suspected. It wasn’t like you and Quinn had been trying to be subtle, and your Instagram posts didn’t leave room for imagination. It was clear that you were with someone, and the chances of that someone being Quinn Hughes were very high.

All your life you tried to distance yourself from the Hughes brothers as much as you could. When you were younger, people asked if you knew them, and even though you didn’t understand why, you always told them no. After you grew up and made your own name, not mentioning Quinn, Luke or Jack felt like the right choice, so you just kept it that way.

And now, it was May 14th, and you were on your way to Jack’s house, with Quinn by your side. You had rented a hotel room for the weekend, even after Jack (and Luke) complained about how there was no need for that and how you could stay with them, you thought it was better this way. You didn’t want to intrude in their lives and sharing a hotel bedroom with Quinn wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could happen to you. And thankfully, Quinn didn’t complain about it either.

“Are you ready, baby?” Quinn stood by the bathroom door, looking at you through the mirror.

You picked your red lipstick up, opening it. “Just the last thing and then yeah.” You say before applying it, smearing the lipstick on your lips. “What do you think?” You ask, giving him a twirl.

“You’re unreal, Madison,” he eyes your body, up and down, before getting closer and kissing your forehead. “We might not leave this room tonight.”

You roll your eyes playfully.

“Come on, let’s go,” you say, taping him on his shoulder. “Did you grab Jacky’s gift? It was in my bag.”

“I did, yeah,” he says, leaving the bathroom after you. “Wanna tell me why you bought him a pop music album called ‘Make Me Yours’? A bit suggestive, don’t you think?”

You laugh, throwing your head back at Quinn’s furrowed brows.

“I was just listening to this album the other day and I don’t know why, but I thought he might like it.”

“Alright. I thought you wanted to be his.” He smirks, grabbing your purse for you and opening the bedroom door.

“Meh. He’s not the Hughes I’m interested in.” Quinn laughs, nodding with his head.

The drive to Jack’s place wasn’t long, fifteen minutes inside the car Quinn rented was all you needed to get to Jack’s house. You took advantage of the time inside the car to check on the photos the hotel Bella was staying in had sent you during your flight, smiling when you remembered how Quinn also got worried about her well being.

You were looking at Bella, trying your hardest not to let your eyes fill up with tears as she distanced herself from you to play with the other dogs there.

“Are you sure she’ll be okay?” You ask Ryan, the owner of the five star dog hotel you reserved for Bella so you and Quinn could travel together.

“Yes, Mrs. Carter, I can assure you that.” He smiles politely, holding his hands together.

“I need you to send me pictures of her hourly so I can see if she’s fine,” you demand, shaking your head. “If there’s anything wrong, call me. No matter what time it is, you will call me, do you understand?” You squinted, trying to look scary.

It probably worked, because soon you felt Quinn’s hand circling your waist, pulling you closer. You stared at him as he smiled at you. “I think Ryan understood everything perfectly, baby. Bella will be fine.”

“Yes, Mr. Hughes, Bella will be well taken care of.”

“Of course she is. Otherwise we’ll make sure this place is shut down.” Quinn says with the friendliest tone you ever heard coming out of his mouth, making you smile at him.

Ryan’s eyes twitched for a second before he managed to let out a scared laugh, excusing himself and leaving the two of you alone.

“Do you think we scared him enough?” Quinn asks as you both leave the fancy room.

You smirk. “I hope so. Otherwise this will be the only time I use my name for something.”

You and Quinn parked the car after a few minutes looking for a spot— the street was packed with cars, so you could only imagine what Jack’s house was going to look like— and you grabbed his gift before moving back to Quinn’s side and walking to Jack’s door.

Quinn rang the doorbell and a few minutes later, a very excited and happy Jack opened the door, holding a can of beer in his left hand.

“Huggy bear!” He hugged Quinn and pulled him inside the place. “Guys, Huggy Bear is here!”

You could hear the shouts coming from the living room and you smiled, watching as Quinn’s face turned into a cute shade of red and he looked at his brother like he wanted to murder him.

“Hey, Jacky, happy birthday. I love you,” Quinn mumbles, embarrassment coming out of his pores.

“Thank you,” he kisses Quinn on the cheek, clearly a bit tipsy and moves on to you. “You’re actually here.”

You smile. “I am. Happy birthday, Rowdy.”

He hugs you tight, holding your waist with both of his arms, his left hand feeling colder because of his beer. You kiss him on the cheek, making sure there were no lipstick marks left, and hand him his gift.

“This is for you.”

“Can we talk about how the actual gift here is you being here? With Quinn?” He smiles, closing the door behind you and Quinn. Your smile grows, feeling happy to see him this happy. “Thank you.”

“How many people did you invite?” Quinn asks beside you, sounding surprised.

“Just the fellas,” Jack shrugs. “And maybe some girls too.”

“There’s like thirty cars parked outside.” Quinn complains, and you squeeze his shoulder, involuntarily. Jack eyes your hand there for a second before rolling his eyes at Quinn.

“Stop being boring. Come on.”

Jack probably didn’t understand the concept of a small birthday dinner, which was what he said when he invited you to his birthday. You imagined that there would be ten people tops, but the twenty-three NJ Devils players were there, and their respective significant others as well. Not to mention the at least ten women and men who weren’t players nor girlfriends but were there as well.

While Quinn greeted some of the people he knew, you found Luke sitting on the couch, talking to a random girl.

“Mads? Jesus, you actually came.” he sounded as surprised as Jack did, and you raised your eyebrow, giving him a forehead kiss.

“Why are you so surprised? You know I wouldn’t miss the chance of taking pictures of Jack’s drunk face,” you joke, sitting on the couch beside him and smiling at the girl who was talking to Luke before. “Hi, I’m Madison.”

“I’m Jessica, nice to meet you,” she smiles, and you can tell she’s timid.

“Been a while since the last time I saw you. How’s life in Vancouver, M?” Luke asks, sipping on a beer he should not be drinking. You squint your eyes at him. “Don’t even start.”

You lift your hands in surrender. “I like living there.”

“I heard they have amazing lakes there,” the girl from before, Jessica, says, smiling and crossing her legs.

“Oh, yeah, they do.” you agree, smiling.

“You and Quinn visited one last week, didn’t you?” Luke asks, staring at you weirdly. You could tell he wanted to ask you something else, blue eyes full of questions, but he was content with the simple nod you gave him.

“I’m actually in the mood for a drink. Sorry for interrupting you both,” you say before getting up, watching as Luke smirked at you, probably happy because you didn’t cut his chances of getting laid that night, while Jessica shyly smiled at you, waving with her hand.

Finding Jack’s kitchen wasn’t hard, since the majority of the people were staked in the living room. You took the liberty of opening his fridge, smiling when you found your favorite beer brand inside it.

You grabbed a can, closing the door right after it. You opened it, taking a sip after.

“Oh, wow,” you hear a voice behind you, loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the background, making you turn, still with the can around your lips. A blond man stood by the kitchen door with his hands inside his pockets. “It’s not every day we see a lady like you drinking directly from the source.”

You chuckle, putting the can down. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

The man smiles and shrugs.

“I probably have to work on my pick up lines a little bit more.”

“That was a pick up line?” you scoff. “I’m scared.”

“I’m Jesper Bratt,” he laughs, extending his hand, which you promptly grab. “Never seen you around Jack’s parties before.”

“Madison Carter,” you introduce yourself, letting go of his hand. “I’m an old friend of Jack’s. And I live in Vancouver, I’m just here to celebrate Jacky’s birthday.”

Bratt whistles. “Damn. And I thought that the twenty minute drive here was long. You flew a whole country for him.”

You smile and lift your shoulders, feeling shy suddenly.

“It’s no big deal, I’ve known him for years. Are you one of his teammates?”

“Yes, actually,” he rests his elbow on one of the counters, staring at you with fierce eyes. “So, Madison Carter. Tell me about yourself.”

“Is this a job interview?” you laugh, finishing the rest of your beer in one go.

“It might as well be,” he smirks, moving until he was in front of the fridge, opening so he could get another beer for you. You thanked him, before speaking again.

“And for what position am I applying for?” you ask, only realizing what your sentence implied after Bratt’s laugh.

“I hope it’s for missionary.” he cocks his head to the side, a flirty smile decorating his lips.

You rolled your eyes, sipping on your beer again.

Jesper wasn’t a bad looking man. And usually, you’d feel flattered that a man as handsome as he would be interested in you, but this was when you realized that you were fucked.

Because no matter how much Bratt flirted with you, or how seductive he sounded, it didn’t matter— he isn’t him.

You were sixteen years old when you realized that that infatuation you felt for Quinn in reality meant that you were in love with him. Maybe if you were anyone else, you would’ve realized sooner, since the signs were as clear as Algarve’s beach sea, but coming from someone who knew little to nothing about love, it took you way longer.

You came to the conclusion that it wasn’t normal for you to compare all of the boys your age to Quinn. It wasn’t normal for you to cry after your first kiss because you wanted Quinn to be the one who kissed you first. Same thing with your first time having sex or giving a guy a blowjob.

You were in love with Quinn Hughes, and probably had always been.

But then you grew up, moved to Los Angeles and tried your hardest to be normal and not feed your teenage delusions about marrying Quinn and carrying his children. You forced yourself to believe that what you felt for him wasn’t anything more than a crush. A teenage crush.

And it was easy to believe that, since you hadn’t seen him for years. It was easy to pretend you were happy with Richard, or with any of the guys who flirted with you.

But when you saw Quinn for the first time after all those years, looking as handsome as you knew him to be, you realized that your silly infatuation for him wasn’t just that. No. Twenty-two year old Madison Carter felt the same things sixteen year old Madison did.

And now, standing in the middle of Jack’s kitchen, you realized something worse: it wasn’t just a crush. It was a wardrobe full of feelings, it was a gray sky packed with heavy clouds. You were in love with him.

And people are right when they say that owning something is probably the most hurtful way of loving. Because you loved Quinn, you owned him right now— you know he isn’t seeing anyone else— and yet, he wasn’t yours to keep.

The months were passing by, and soon it’d be September again and you’d have to move back to Los Angeles, and leave him and what you wanted so bad to call yours behind.

“Earth to Madison.”

You smiled at Jesper, feeling bad for zoning out on him like this.

“Sorry, I’m still a little bit jet lagged,” you explain, leaving your still full can on top of the counter and excusing yourself. “I think I need to use the bathroom, sorry.”

“No worries. The night’s still young.” He smiles at you one last time before you leave the kitchen, looking for Jack’s back door, and leaving the house.

Thankfully, no one had had the same idea as you, so Jack’s backyard was empty and with no one around to watch you freak out over your realization.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

“I knew something was up with you, but now I need to know what.” Luke’s voice reached your ears, making you smile and turn your head around, looking at the man who was sitting on one of Jack’s couches,

You walked in his direction, sitting beside him, resting your chin on your knees. “Just tired.” You mumble, closing your eyes.

“Maybe Jack would fall for that but me?” He scoffs. “Hell no. Spill it.”

“Why are you talking like a seventeen year old girl?”

“Don’t try to change the subject, little lady. I’m waiting.”

“I’m still older than you, y’know.”

“And I’m taller, so I don’t care,” he coughs, poking your cheek with his freezing cold finger. “Come on, M. Is it Quinn?”

You lift your head fast, frowning “Why are you talking about him?”

“It’s obvious that something’s going on between the two of you and you just confirmed it,” he chuckles. “What happened?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you sigh, putting your head against your knees again.

“I think that starting from the beginning is a great choice.”

���You think you’re so funny,” you roll your eyes, playful. “You’re not. And I don’t know if I want to talk about my relationship with your brother with you.”

“Look, it already feels weird because you’re literally a sister to me, so it feels like I’m watching something very unholy and sinful happening but I want to help you, so just get it out of the way.”

You stay quiet for a while, debating with yourself if you should talk with him or not.

“I’m in love with your brother,” you whisper, saying the truth out loud for the first time ever. “And I’ve been in love with him for a long time now.”

Luke doesn’t say anything, so you keep going.

“We’ve recently started to… well, explore each other in other ways.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, I knew it’d be bad but fuck me sideways this is disgusting,” he groans, making you laugh.

“You were the one who asked me to talk to you!” you laugh at his disgusted face.

“Yeah, but I regret it now. Leave all of the romantic parts aside, please.”

You roll your eyes, but do as he says. “And the truth is I don’t know what to do. I’m only staying in Vancouver for four more months and I don’t want to start something with him knowing that I won’t be able to keep it.”

Not to mention that once Quinn got to see you for what you truly are, he’d want to run away from you as soon as possible, just like your family did, making you leave your house as soon as you turned eighteen.

“Why can’t you just tell him this?” Luke stares at you, licking his lips.

“Why are you even asking me this?” You raise your eyebrow. “Why would I tell him about loving him but not being able to be with him?”

Luke stays silent for a while, making you stop staring at him and stare at the sky above you— the moon shining bright and the stars decorating the space around her.

“D’you know what I think?” he finally says, and you hum, waiting for his answer. “I think that you’re scared.”

You frown. “Scared? Why would I be scared?”

“Because you know Quinn, and you know he would do absolutely everything to be with you. He would fly to Vancouver every week if he had to, just to stay in LA with you.”

“I can’t let him do that,” you whisper, feeling terrible just by the thought of it. “I would never ask him to do something like that.”

“I’m not saying you would, I’m just saying that he’s willing to do something like that for you, and it scares you. It scares you to think that he probably loves you enough to do something like that.”

“We don’t know if he actually l–loves me.” You stutter, the word making your mouth feel bitter.

Luke sighs, moving his body around until he is facing you.

“Maddie, look,” he starts, his tone barely recognizable with how serious he sounded. “We’ve never said anything because it wasn’t our place, and maybe it still isn’t, but—” he breathes deep, his eyes never leaving yours. “The way your family treats you isn’t normal.”

“Luke—”

“I know, hell, we know that love isn’t exactly something you have experience with in your life and it’s fine. But you need to learn to accept the love people are willing to give you.”

“I do accept it,” you bite back, defensive.

“When was the last time you said ‘I love you’ to anyone?” Luke asks, and you can feel all of the walls you worked so hard to build starting to crack. And it scared you to death.

You got up fast, startling Luke. “Don’t talk about shit you don’t know.”

He also gets up, reaching out for you, making you step back immediately. He pulls his hands back, frowning. “Madison.”

“No, you— you can’t just say shit like that, Luke.” You could feel your heart racing inside your chest, your head pounding with unwelcome thoughts, but now you’d already started and— “I know what love is.”

“I’m not saying you don’t, M, I’m just saying you don’t know how to accept it!” He yells and raises his arms, pretty face portraying a deep shade of red underneath the moonlight. “Jack, Mom, Dad, me and Quinn have loved you for years and you can’t even acknowledge it!”

You both turn your head around as you hear the back door opening, and Quinn’s worried voice reaching your ears. “Luke, Maddie. Is everything okay here?”

“Madison’s—” Luke starts talking, and you angrily press your index finger against his muscled chest.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Luke,” you whisper, watching as he looks down at you, his sad, blue eyes grabbing a piece of your heart and keeping it.

You knew you were all over the place and you knew Luke had the greatest of all intentions, but he was right. You were scared. You had never been so scared before, not even when you moved to a whole other country by yourself, with no one to rely on.

You knew you were hurting him, just like you knew you were going to hurt Quinn, and maybe even Jack. Because that’s what you did to people, you hurt them.

Luke steps back, then he’s walking towards the door where Quinn stood, getting inside without saying a word.

You took a deep breath, thankful for all of the times you wanted to cry at work but couldn’t because you were surrounded by people. Now you know how to push your tears back whenever you need to.

“Maddie?” You hear Quinn’s soft whisper beside you, only then realizing he had gotten closer, and was now holding you by your waist. “What happened, sweetheart?”

You, you think. You happened, Quinn. You and your brothers and your parents.

You try to smile, knowing it wouldn’t reach your eyes. “Luke and I were just talking, it’s fine.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost and Lukey looked like he had just lost a game by 10-0,” he stares at you, worried. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing happened, I swear,” you lie through your teeth, knowing he would see right through it. “Let’s go back to the party.”

“We’re not going back there with you like this,” he frowns. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

You shake your head, already letting go of him. “No. We came all the way here to see Jack and that’s what we’re going to do.”

“But—”

You kiss his lips gently, briefly touching them.

“Please? I’m fine, I swear.”

He stares at you for a while, his eyes searching for an answer in yours, but whatever he found made him give up, briefly nodding before kissing your forehead and walking you back to Jack’s party.

And just like that, you had your confirmation.

Even though you’re one hundred percent sure that you were meant to be his, Quinn Hughes wasn’t meant to be yours.

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[sant-riley]

[ More task force 141 × OFC! reader headcanons] [pt2]

A/N: thank yall so much for all the love on the last hcs!! I hope these live up to yalls expectations <3 please tell me which ones are yalls favorites <3!!!

CW: She/her pronouns, Codename is Teddy, Simping, crude humor, Age gaps, cursing, British slander (if I miss anything, let me know!)

If you dye your hair, Ghost helps you dye it when y'all go on extended leave. The military doesn't allow unnatural colors so when you have a few weeks to a couple of months, he'll be the one to ask. "Cm'ere, I got the bleach already."

The guys like to go with her when/if she gets tattooed. Do they know what she's getting inked? Nope, but they like to keep her company and will go get her food if needed.

Teddy vocal stims,, alot. She has picked up on "Fuckin' hell" and it has yet to leave her brain and Ghost just stares in amusement. You can hear her echo it back to them once he says it on a mission.

Teddy is her codename but her nicknames vary from who's talking about her!

Ghost: Ted, Teds, Sweetheart, Runt

Soap: Bonnie, Rascal, Barra, Lass

Price: Rookie, Dear

Gaz: Love, Darling, Hun

They get on her ASS for being an American. They will poke fun at her every fucking chance esp if she speaks in slang.

Price shakes his head and tries to teach her the "proper" way of speaking but all she does is mock the accent. He has since given up.

The first time they see her off duty, it's shock. She looks so different when she's not in uniform, (if you have it: dyed hair, makeup) her normal civilian clothes. Soap is almost convinced it's not Teddy until she smacks him upside the head and calls him an asshole.

Being the first one to see Ghosts face because you're having a breakdown about all the murder and bullshit you've gone through, crying profusely and no one knows how to help bc everyone just shoves it down and represses it.

He trusts you, he knows he does so it doesn't take him much to take you into a secluded room and expose himself. He will say that seeing you silently stare up at him with awe made his feelings grow for you. He will not, but his heart definitely would.

Soap actively teaching you how to curse in Gaelic bc he thinks it's funny with your accent. Too bad you can barely understand when he tries teaching you so you're just kinda staring at him dead eyed.

Soap plays with your hair, alot. It soothes him to run his fingers through it or simply to yank it bc he's a little dickhead. He's the kind of person who'd let your hair routine and learn how to help you take care of it.

Ghost and Price straight up rustle your hair and thinks it's funny when you shove their hand away and get all huffy lmfao.

HELPING SOAP SHAVE HIS MOHAWK, there's no barber on base so you're the next best thing he has. Many of the team have walked in with Soap sitting between your legs bc he's way too fucking tall for you to cut his hair comfortably. Ghost walking in with you holding a razor to Soap's neck and just turning around and walking out immediately.

Price has given you a cigar to smoke, he knows for a damn fact you cannot handle it and laughs his ass off when you sputter. Top 10 favorite moments of his.

Gaz likes to give you British foods to try, he knows for a damn fact you will not like it.

"C'mon love, just one bite?" "I am not fucking eating beans on toast, you're insane." "It's a good meal!"

He gets so fucking mad when yall go to Las Almas and you devour the food there. Literally pouts bc he sees you with Alejandro and Rudy eating food and laughing together.

You play video games alot when on leave, please imagine trying to teach Ghost on the newer games that are out now. You make fun of him calling him an old man but he actually fucking wins potg/apex most of the time and looks at you smug as hell.

No one knows why you're called Teddy, so they all make up their own stories but you neither confirm nor deny. Soap says it's bc you're cuddly and cute like a teddy bear while Ghost says its bc you can maim someone like one. Duality of man.

Speaking of cuddling, it's not uncommon to have to huddle for warmth on missions. They all manhandle you to them and they all slightly do it differently.

Ghost sits you front to front with your chests touching While he sits up, arms around your waist with him playing with his knife, staring past your head and at the wall.

Price presses you into his side, a arm wrapped around your shoulders as he tells you stories about missions gone wrong, the smell of cigar smoke flooding your senses.

Soap also sits you on his lap with your back against his front while he buries his face in your hair. He tells you stories about his childhood and growing up with his mom, he wants yall to meet one day.

Gaz is usually the best prepared and has either a sleeping bag or a blanket, so he wraps it around yall making sure you're more covered than he is and sits close, yalls legs intertwined.

They worry so fucking much about you, you're young and while they have come to love and appreciate you, they can't help but wish you were anywhere else but here risking your life.

"You're too young to be here Kid." "And you weren't?" Ghost has to swallow down how much he wants to scream that he just wants you safe but he knows that's not his place, he isn't your boyfriend or husband.

Alejandro has doubts when everything goes to shit if they can trust you, since he hadn't seen much of you like he had with Ghost and Soap. But then he sees the way they speak about you and how these two burly strong men get a tender look in their eyes. He finds it funny but also feels great respect to you. It is not easy to get task force 141 to care so much about a new member but hey, you did it.

Alejandro takes you out dancing and drinking when you go back to visit Las Almas. He knows how to dance so fucking well and it's always a good time. He always has his hands on your waist and always makes sure you're okay with it. Perfect gentleman 10/10

Now Graves thinks that you're just some stupid kid but realizes quickly that while you can fight your own battles, you never need to. Just one look at Ghost staring daggers into his forehead is enough for him to swallow his tongue less it gets cut out.

Laswell treats you like her own kid, especially when she finds out if you have a bad home life. She always makes sure you're stocked up on necessaties at the base and invites you for lunch along with her wife often. She is the first one you call when you have anything personal to speak of and she is the mother figure you have while on missions.

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Capricorn Venus-Learning To Love, Love🤎🧸

☕️ How I imagine a love for Capricorn Venuses one day- Something REAL. Something that warms your heart. Someone to just come home to.

Kinda a personal story<3

☕️🧸First off people who have Capricorn Venus or Venus aspecting Saturn how did yall meet yalls partner and how would you describe your experience in dating? Let me know your experiences down in the comments!

☕️🧸Some common themes- unrequited love, being unable to catch feelings, work/school focused, unsatisfying relationships, liking people for years, low self worth, having to go through many obstacles, strong souls, gracefully age.

☕️🧸My Venus is in Capricorn in the 3rd house conjunct Jupiter, Pluto, and POF and trines my Virgo Saturn in the 11th. All of my friends are older and I actually met my friendgroup because of my older sister and find it difficult to make friends regularly. I also mostly hangout with older people but when it comes down to dating I am very inexperienced even though I know im only 16.

☕️🧸Like ive never talked to anyone and when I like someone ive had a pattern of liking them for like 2-3 years( my venus being in the 8th degree of scorpio). I also dont get approached alot and while I do have guys approaching me here and there theyre never my type.

☕️🧸Like I LOVE classy men but guys my age just arent like that it kinda bums me out. Watching people easily get into relationships ever since I was a kid and being able to attract anything they want in love matters made me really think I was ugly for the longest time.

☕️🧸For one I literally was a ugly duckling from elementary to middle school and I didnt really go to a school where indian features were appreciated(a majority of my school is hispanic and black). I always kept quiet about my crushes because I always thought no way they could like me?

☕️🧸It wasnt really until this year(my sophmore year) where I realized I have grown sooo much as a person. Beauty wise and personality wise. The way my Venus has impacted me the most was friends because of the relationship of my 3rd and 11th house. I lost friends, was lied to, and backstabbed and eventually made me realize that I wasnt the problem. The people around me are just vain. This made me go into depression for a while but also made me reflect on my relationships.

☕️🧸Eventually I thought why do I deserve any less? And yall dont understand this was such a turning point for me because it made me cut off so many unnecessary people in my life along with raising my standards within my relationships which is EXACTLY what Capricorn Venus should learn to do if they feel theyre relationships arent satisfying. Not just friends but in romantic interests too. Like I actually have boundries for myself but I will say that I lost alot of my innocence when it comes to love. The biggest thing for me personally is that I grew into myself but it took a longer time for that to happen for me compared to my peers but man sometimes people be hyping me up and I just dont know how to deal with it because I grew up ugly LMFAO.

☕️🧸Saturn here will force you to be patient and learn alot of valuable lessons for not only romantic love, but also friendships and familial relationships. Because one thing ive noticed is that these people are very sweet, soft hearted, and always wanted to fall in love, but as they got older they had unsatisfactory in those experiences and come to take the stereotype of being “cold” when in reality you just come to realize that people are disappointing. With time ive noticed we age well and we meet more serious people as we get older but you just have to deal with immaturity for a little while until that happens. All in all Capricorn Venuses will get what they deserve and I PROMISE you will be fine asf when u get old so hang in there.😘

If I were to give you a love based on a movie itd be this one<3

I really hope yall enjoyed this I wanted to give my insight on it so here I came🥰

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— some valorant gamer bf!rin headcanons bcs college is kicking my ass and im so grumpy everyday that i couldnt get to play my fav game 😞

btw gn!reader also plays valorant in this hc (definitely not projecting here haha)

gamer!rin as your valorant duo

i can see rin as the type who’d main the initiator agents for some reason (ok but he radiates the kayo/skye main vibes idk why lol). not exactly one who does lineups (according to him that’s so lukewarm and cringe. just get headshots, idiot.) and maybe some duelists here and there???? specifically jett and yoru

loves Loves LOVES tricking the enemy team when he’s using yoru’s ult iykwim. get in their heads, does the most insane moves ever, popping blinds and teleports here and there 🤯

an absolute monster in bed with the sheriff and operator wbk

to hell with sage and jett duo, yall are the constantly top fragging reyna-jett duo yessir

if rin is already so protective as a boyfriend, you bet yo ass he’d defend you in game as well whenever some jerks decide to flame you for not doing well in the game or something.

itoshi “hey. mute him and me as well. at least until i say i’m done.” rin who then proceeds to brutally shit on those bastards while top fragging the whole match 😳

smokes you off when you’re planting/defusing the spike when he’s playing as jett <3

pls do put your whole trust on him to protect you while you’re planting/defusing bcs he will do so, flawlessly at that .would genuinely get offended if u dont 😭😭 (some of my friends are like this too lol)

rin rarely plays competitive (i hc him as a plat or maybe diamond player) bcs he doesnt want to make the lobby too hard for you. unless you’re also on par with him, then omg yall are the finest duo ever wtf me when :(

rin and you play unrated games together as a date, and mans lowkey gonna get so annoyed if bachira (or any one of his friends tbh) suddenly pops up on his discord notification saying him and isagi are joining yall LMFAO

he drops skins for you and vice versa, yall even have matching knife skins too hwhsjshdjsjs

prolly an enthusiast for the ruination, reaver, origin and sovereign bundle (debatable tho)

rin rly doesn’t like being told what to do so naturally he hates being backseated/backsitting people. however if you tell him to do so to you, he doesn’t mind doing it but not too much

he also wouldn’t mind explaining or teaching you some tricks or anything really, regarding the game so he’d be so patient w you and stuff (unless you purposely keep saying you don’t understand, then he will bitch abt it 😹)

you and him sync so well in game ykyk the amount of trust you put on each other and understanding the other’s gameplay in whatever situation aaaaaa i want a duo like that too 😞

rin malds (if u dont know, its basically mad+balding /gets hella angry) quite a lot whenever he’s playing w shidou or bachira his friends/solo queuing but not when he’s w you 😽 that doesn’t stop him from (affectionately) dissing you whenever you whiff your shots tho LMFAO

also the type who’d just chill before the round starts (unlike some people cough cough me who likes to run around knifing at the wall or some shit)

he’s always available to play the game with you all night if you just so much as ask for it. he’d be down in a heartbeat no questions asked 🤞

also secretly loves whenever you’re not playing, you decide to just chill/take a nap on his lap while he plays the game. it’s one way of having some physical touch + spending quality time w you while doing the thing he enjoys 🥹🫶

praises you whenever you get a kill or clutch the round albeit a little curtly, but u can’t rly complain bcs his voice ..mmm chefs kiss id melt into a measly puddle at that spot ong (praise him too pls he’d get so motivated to get more kills but ofc he’d never let you know that hehe)

WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU IF YOU GET AN ACE but he’d hide it kwhshshdkwhsjs mans doesn’t wanna boost your ego cuz he knows you’re gonna be a menace abt it 😈

all in all, gamer bf!rin is an 11/10 i love him sm why is he not real i hate it here

[sparklingcid3r]

Had a half-asleep idea that must be shared: an everyone-lives au but Bob is still a jerk so they Christmas Carol him into being nice. (Ponyboy got the idea from reading the book.)

i don’t usually fw fantastical au’s but i’ll hop on this rq 🙏 why stop at alt ending when u can go full fantasy. curtis brothers don’t exist irl, soda is the ghost of christmas past, pony’s the ghost of christmas present, and darry’s the ghost of christmas yet to come/future

let me cook yall just stay w me👏 but like first u gotta watch 2022’s scrooge: a christmas carol, trust🤞

idrc who they haunt. it can be bob for his impulsiveness, dally for his coldness, or johnny for his sadness, i’m more interested in the brothers so listennn

soda as the ghost of xmas past bc he’s always had a penchant for maintaining his joy from childhood. he’s high on life and never let it get away from him even as he matured. so he’ll take the individual back to their past and point out how different they used to be, how innocent. he’ll lowk guilt trip them as he goes through every hardship they’ve ever endured and says “well THAT can’t be the reason ur so bitter lol, let’s keep looking.” he mostly ends up pissing ppl off but does get them in their feels with his curiosity for figuring out what could have possibly gone awry in their lives.

pony as the ghost of xmas present bc he himself has learned to live in the moment and appreciate the beauty of life as it is without alteration. he’ll show the individual the impact that their actions have on the people around them and what they’re missing out while they’re too busy wrapped up in their own heads. sometimes he’ll stop to admire the sky as it changes color or the way street lamps reflect off the snow on the ground, or the lights around storefront windows. he’s there to get the individual to understand how delicate the world is and how noteworthy it is, from the struggling branches to the powerful sun.

darry’s the ghost of xmas future bc he has to be the most morose of them all. he’s the one who shows the individual what life for them will entail if they continue to stew in their misery. be it how few ppl will mourn them or every chance at happiness they will inevitably let pass them by. he’s pretty silent for the most part, sticking to the dramatic visuals. he’ll lead individuals to their own funerals to let them see just how badly they’re screwing up their own lives. (he’s also the one who comes to collect the individuals who were never able to change and chains them up in the afterlife. he doesn’t like it, but it’s part of the job description).

alr that’s all i got, ask me abt this again in december and maybe i’ll have more interesting thoughts lmfao ���

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 45: The Last Stand

This gif because Ichiji finally arrives to whole cake island

And this gif because Sanji in the next chapter is going to fight with luffy.

And this song because when we get to that final POV, which is Sanji's yall will feel it, when Y/N says it. Also this song is way to good LMFAO

A/N: and we are back at it again with another chapter! Yall, I have been going back and forth with some of the writing that I now have original drafts of some of the chapters. I felt inspired by some and others. I was like maybe this would work, to which I enjoyed so much that it has now been added. When I tell you, the changes, the angst, the betrayal, and everything is going to be wild! We got some Ichiji POV, Sanji POV, and Y/N POV. The ending tho.. so much hurt. Thank you guys so much for following, liking, reblogging, just following along with the fan fiction. I believe it's this chapter or the next one that has a few song lyrics that are spanish, but I translated it to english, I will add the song onto here so that way once you read it you’ll understand it. The song is called La Media Vuelta by Luis Miguel… and dont worry… there'll be more songs coming as well. We added that flair and AU to these bad boys, while also sticking to the anime pacing. And without further ado. Let the adventure begin! 

Word count: 9.7K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader 

Y/N POV… 

I watched as Nami kissed the vivre card, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Ohh, I like where this is going," I said, seeing the panic ripple through the homies as they sensed what was coming. Their eyes widened, full of fear. The power of Lola's vivre card was undeniable, and I couldn't help but grin.

"Didn't you hear what the tree said before that? The whole plan spilled right out!" I added, laughing at how things were turning in our favor. Pound, still trying to wrap his head around it, asked how exactly having the vivre card was going to help.

Nami, in all her brilliance, decided to use King Baum's voice to explain, mimicking his deep, trembly accent. I couldn't hold it in—I burst out laughing, wiping a tear from my eye. "Nami, stop!" I gasped, clutching my stomach. It was too much.

But the moment didn’t last long. Nami’s senses were sharp, and she turned her attention to Randolph and the stork, who were trying to sneak away. "Not so fast, you two!" she called out.

Randolph, the rabbit, immediately pointed to the stork. "Apologies, it was his idea!" he said, quick to throw his partner under the bus.

"He's lying!" the stork squawked, flustered.

Nami didn't let them off the hook so easily. "Here’s the deal—you forest creatures are going to be my loyal subjects from now on. Any questions?" she declared with an air of confidence. King Baum and Randolph started to protest, their voices shaky and unsure.

"Ohh, you wanna do this the hard way? Go ahead and try me," Nami challenged, her eyes gleaming with power. The homies quivered in fear. It was clear who was in control now.

"Listen up—here’s your first order. You guys go help Luffy!" Nami commanded, her voice ringing with authority. The homies, reluctant at first, began to murmur their protests.

"Well, are you going to argue, or are you going to help Luffy?!" Nami snapped, the vivre card glowing faintly in her hand. Its power over them was absolute, and they had no choice but to follow her orders.

"This vivre card is coming in pretty handy, if I do say so myself," Nami added with a smirk.

I grinned, nodding in agreement. "No kidding, you’ve got them wrapped around your finger," I said, watching the homies scramble to obey. The tables had turned in our favor, and now it was time to make our move.

The homies began to murmur among themselves, confusion evident on their faces. "Has anybody seen where that red-haired girl went? And the one with the bandana on her head?" they asked, their voices tinged with concern.

"Ohh, we're right here!" Nami chirped, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as we revealed ourselves inside King Baum's mouth. The tension in the air shifted, and I couldn't help but laugh at their bewilderment.

Nami raised Lola’s vivre card triumphantly. "I thought I told you to help out Luffy fighting Cracker," she said, her tone dripping with authority.

Pound was now lounging comfortably in one of King Baum's trunks, looking a bit too relaxed for my liking. "Have you seen him? He's pretty strong," the flower homie said, glancing nervously around.

"Like I care," Nami replied, her voice sharp. She looked at me, and we both shared a knowing grin. "Listen here and listen good—no matter how many of you wither, it won't bother us one bit."

The homies all gasped in shock, their eyes wide as they processed our words. The sheer audacity of our claim seemed to unsettle them.

"So you guys are afraid of General Cracker? What about Big Mom?" I taunted, feeling a surge of confidence.

Nami continued to hold the vivre card high, her determination unwavering. "Which one is scarier?" she asked, her voice playful yet commanding.

"You are!" the homies squeaked in unison, their faces pale with fear.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their reaction. "See? Even they know not to mess with us," I said, feeling the exhilaration of our newfound power.

Nami winked at me, and we shared a moment of camaraderie. "Now, let's get back out there and show them what we can do!" she declared, her spirit infectious. 

Ichiji POV…

We finally arrived at the Germa Kingdom after two days of travel. The moment the castle came into view, a sense of anticipation washed over me, but my thoughts were preoccupied with a little someone who wore a white dress—my fiancée, Y/N. She should be arriving at Whole Cake soon, I thought, excitement bubbling in my chest as the plan fell into motion.

My gaze flicked to the engagement ring nestled securely in its box, the diamonds glinting in the light. I stared at it, imagining how it would look on Y/N’s finger. I could almost see her beaming smile as I slipped it onto her hand, her eyes sparkling with surprise and joy. From the moment I first saw her fight, her fierce spirit ignited something deep inside me—an insatiable hunger that only she could satisfy. Even though our marriage was arranged, I was determined to claim her entirely, to make her mine in every way.

“Hey, Ichiji, still daydreaming about your little princess?” Niji teased, stepping off the ship beside me.

“Just mind your own business,” I shot back, though a small smile tugged at my lips. The cheers of Germa soldiers welcomed us as we entered the kingdom, their voices echoing in the air.

“Welcome back, Master Ichiji!” one soldier called, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Congratulations on your engagement!” another soldier shouted, and a swell of pride washed over me. The admiration of my comrades filled me with a sense of purpose. "You two are made for each other!" yelled another soldier, and I felt my chest swell at the thought. Whether Y/N wanted this marriage or not was no longer my concern, especially since we had something of hers hostage.

“Master Ichiji, Master Niji, it’s been a while!” another soldier chimed in, his voice brimming with excitement.

“I can’t believe they ended that long battle at Broc coli Island!” yelled a third, causing a wave of chatter to ripple through the crowd.

“Why isn’t he coming out to greet us? Where is he?” Niji asked, scanning the area for the failure of a brother, Sanji.

“Knock it off, Niji,” I replied, irritation creeping into my voice. The last thing I needed was to hear about Sanji right now.

As we made our way to the castle, I could feel the energy shifting, anticipation hanging thick in the air. “Hey, Dad! We’re back!” I called out, stepping into the dining room.

“Great work, Ichiji and you too, Niji!” our father boomed, his authoritative voice resonating in the grand hall as he sat on his throne, radiating an air of power and dominance. “Have the arrangements been made like I asked?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on one of the handmaids, an edge of command in my tone.

“Yes, young master. Allow me to bring in the paperwork for you,” she purred, the flattery grating on my nerves.

“Where is he?” Niji interrupted, scanning the room for our brother Sanji.

“Right here,” Reiju said, stepping in with Sanji trailing behind her.

“Sanji! Wow, you really didn’t die! Check you out,” Niji mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. I remained composed, my expression unwavering as I focused on Sanji.

His eyes met mine, a storm of rage and disbelief swirling within them. “Don’t you want to congratulate Ichiji on his marriage to Princess Y/N? I know she’s your crewmate and all, but…” I laughed, enjoying the discomfort that hung in the air like a thick fog.

“Ichiji, have you gotten the chance to see her yet?” our father asked, genuine curiosity lighting up his features.

“Yes, I did,” I replied, letting the words flow smoothly, enjoying the moment. “I actually spotted her back in Chocolat town, wearing a short white dress.” The vivid image of Y/N in that dress ignited a fire within me, and I savored Sanji’s reaction. His tension was palpable, his fists clenching at his sides.

“She looked exquisite, like an angel among mere mortals,” I added, a smug grin spreading across my face. The frustration etched on Sanji's face was more than satisfying; it was intoxicating. I could almost taste the victory on my tongue.

“Have you told her yet?” Reiju interjected, the playful tone in her voice adding to the amusement.

“Not yet, but soon,” I said, savoring the anticipation that bubbled beneath the surface. “I want it to be unforgettable, something that’ll make her realize how fortunate she is.”

Sanji’s gaze hardened, his frustration boiling over. “Why are you so obsessed with this? It’s not what she wants!”

“Obsession? No, Sanji. It’s about claiming what’s rightfully mine,” I replied, a carefree air masking the hunger brewing inside me. “This is an arrangement, and she’ll learn to embrace it. I’ll make sure of that.”

Niji couldn't resist the chance to poke fun at Sanji. “Hahaha, looks like you got yourself a fancy gift. Shackles always did suit you; takes you back, doesn’t it?” he taunted, his laughter echoing through the dining room.

Sanji slapped Niji’s hand away, rising to his feet, his head held high, eyes blazing with indignation. 

“Ichiji and Niji, you both must be exhausted from the trip. Why not grab something to eat?” our father interjected, a tone of authority in his voice that quelled the brewing tension.

After changing out of our raid suits and into our usual attire, I opted for a black long-sleeve shirt and a red cravat paired with white dress pants, feeling the weight of my responsibilities settle onto my shoulders. The lavish spread before us looked tempting, and we dove into the meal, savoring each bite.

“I’m sorry, young master, but here are the papers for you to review,” the handmaid from before said, approaching with a stack of documents.

“Good, you’re dismissed,” I replied, waving her away without a second thought. The others continued their banter, but I could sense Sanji’s eyes boring into me, filled with suppressed fury.

“What’s that?” Yonji asked, leaning closer, curiosity etched on his face.

I smirked, keeping my focus on the papers. “These are the arrangements I have planned for when my fiancée arrives,” I replied confidently. “Clothing stocked, shoes stocked, wine stocked, flowers stocked… and her dresses for the events, one of which is the lunch with Big mom.” I paused for effect, allowing the anticipation to build in the room.

“The pale yellow halter dress, openback with a high slit for her left thigh,” I continued, relishing the moment. “Perfect for the lunch” My eyes flicked up to Sanji, who was gritting his teeth, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration as he chewed through the meal.

“What do you think? Isn’t it exquisite?” I asked, the teasing lilt in my voice as I enjoyed his reaction.

“Exquisite? More like tasteless,” Sanji snapped, glaring at me.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, brother,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, basking in the warmth of my triumph. “I’m just looking out for her. After all, it’s not every day you get to dress up a princess, right?”

“Maybe she’d prefer someone who actually cares about her feelings,” he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.

Reiju, who had been listening quietly, leaned forward, her interest piqued. “Ichiji, can I see the ring?”

Reiju leaned forward, her curiosity piqued as I pulled out the engagement ring from my pocket. The brilliance of the diamonds sparkled under the light, but it was the deep red ruby nestled in the center that truly caught her eye.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she remarked, inspecting the ring closely. The ruby glinted like a captured flame, drawing attention to its significance. “She’ll love it. But will she love you?”

I shrugged, confidence radiating from me. “She will come to love me. I’ll make sure of it. This is just the beginning.”

The glint in Sanji’s eyes darkened as he shot back, “You can’t force love, Ichiji. She deserves someone who truly cares for her.”

“Of course, and that someone is me,” I countered, relishing the challenge. “Soon, everyone will see how perfect we are together.”

My father straightened in his seat, the air thick with authority as he began to discuss the fall of the Bro Coli regime due to Doflamingo not supplying them weapons, since he was defeated, a significant victory for our family. “And as I last recall, Ichiji, didn’t your fiancée face Doflamingo, even defeating one of his top executives?” he said, pride glimmering in his eyes.

“Yes, she’s impressive,” I replied, a sense of satisfaction swelling within me. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her fierce spirit even more with every mention of her strength.

Yonji took another bite of his bread, his smirk deepening as he continued, "If she's anything like she was when we first saw her during that broadcast, then I definitely should've called dibs first." His words carried an edge, but the real sting came next. "And if she's anything like what I just saw—wearing that short blue skirt and cropped tank back on that ship, showing off that body—man, I really should’ve made a move sooner."

I turned to Yonji, my patience running thin. "Watch your mouth," I said with a sharpness that wiped the smirk from his face. "She's still my fiancée, and I won’t tolerate any disrespect toward her."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes still twinkled with amusement. "Alright, alright. Just saying—"

"You’ve said enough," I interrupted, my voice low and deadly.

Sanji, who had been quiet until now, shot up, his eyes widening. “Wait, what broadcast?” His voice was tight, filled with both confusion and anger.

Yonji laughed, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. "Oh, you didn’t know? Back at Punk Hazard, Ichiji here couldn’t keep his eyes off her when she fought that bird woman. It was a hell of a fight." He chuckled again. “He was practically drooling over the screen.”

Sanji’s face twisted in fury. “So you’ve been watching her this whole time?” he growled, stepping closer, fists clenched. "You bastards were the damn brokers keeping tabs on her!"

I didn’t flinch as Sanji’s anger erupted. Instead, I leaned back, my smirk widening. “Of course, Sanji. You didn’t think we’d ignore someone as... valuable as her, did you? After all, she’s soon to be part of the Vinsmoke family.”

Sanji’s face flushed with rage, his hands shaking as he fought to contain himself. “You don’t have the right to call her that,” he spat, barely keeping his voice steady, his fury palpable. "She’s not yours."

“Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter,” I shot back, enjoying the tension in the room. “She’s mine now. And once she’s here, you’ll have to get used to it.”

The anticipation of her arrival and the subsequent confrontation hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I couldn’t wait to see how she would handle it. 

“Bear this in mind: the power we will be gaining is tremendous! The power of Germa will strengthen!” my father declared, his voice booming with authority and excitement. It was rare to see him this animated, and I could feel a swell of pride in my chest.

Niji leaned back in his chair, a smirk plastered on his face. “You should be honored, Sanji, since you’re marrying one of Big Mom’s daughters. Who would have predicted you’d come in handy?” The jab was sharp, intended to provoke, and I could see Sanji’s jaw clench, a mix of defiance and anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“There's still food on your plate, don’t waste it, Niji,” Sanji said, trying to keep his cool despite the tension.

“This? Yeah, I’m done—not hungry,” Niji retorted, pushing his plate away in mock disgust.

“Finish it! You don’t know the value of food, you stuck-up prince!” Sanji snapped back, his eyes blazing with indignation.

“Shut the hell up!” Niji fired back, clearly irritated. He waved his hand, calling over the head chef, Cossette. “This vile slop you served us caused my brother to upset me!” His voice dripped with disdain as he held up the dish, ready to hurl it.

Before Niji could throw it, Sanji sprang up, his anger reaching its peak. “You low-life bastard! Are you trying to leave a scar on a lady's face?” he yelled, stepping between Niji and Cossette.

Sanji POV.. 

I couldn’t stand these arrogant bastards. The way they carried themselves, like they owned the world, made my blood boil. But what stoked the flames of my fury even more was the fact that Ichiji was using Y/N, my darling princess, my fiancée (a lie, but it gave me a sense of grounding), as a pawn in his twisted game. And to make matters worse, Niji almost hit Cossette! A woman! Was he trying to scar her face?

“Huh, a lady?” Niji scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “How stupid are you defending a kitchen wench?” He grinned as if relishing the chaos.

I crouched down, looking at the food that was now strewn across the floor. “Now there’s food all over the floor,” I said, eyeing the mess.

“It’s called aligot,” I said, “and it’s made with cheese blended with mashed potatoes. Potatoes are very nutritious. I assume this fine concoction, due to your noble status, was chosen for you—a fine course for breakfast.” I shoved a spoonful into my mouth, relishing the rich flavors.

“Don’t, Master Sanji! Royal blood mustn’t eat off the floor!” Cossette chimed in beside me, her voice a mixture of concern and urgency.

“The flavor is impeccable,” I muttered, still chewing.

“Poverty has done a number on you, Sanji! Don’t taint our bloodline!” Niji spat, advancing toward me, fists clenched. Just as he was about to land a hit, I locked eyes with him.

“Think of the wedding! Stop!” Father’s voice cut through the tension, and Niji halted his strike, though his rage simmered beneath the surface.

“I’m embarrassed to even be related to you! Disrespecting food is one thing, but raising your hand to a woman is sick!” I said, my gaze now directed toward Ichiji. “And forcing a woman into a marriage she didn’t want is vile!”

“Just because you’re stuck-up princes doesn’t mean you can treat women like dirt!” I shouted, feeling the heat rising in my chest. “Everything you guys do goes against my principles.”

“Oh, Sanji, your head is tainted by the ideologies of the weak! Ever since we were children, your thinking has been incomprehensible! Royalty abides by its own set of rules; you’re out of touch,” Ichiji retorted, his voice dripping with condescension.

“The last thing I want to hear is something out of your mouth!” I yelled back, my anger boiling over.

“Could it be that your ideologies were tainted by this man?” Father interjected, holding up a picture of Zeff, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“Big Mom’s information network is impressive,” he continued. “I believe this is a recent photo. Is something wrong? You’re turning white as a ghost,” he taunted.

My eyes widened in horror as the realization sank in.

“In other words, this is just a precaution. I won’t hesitate to relieve this man of his head if you don’t abide by the terms,” he said, his voice low and threatening.

“I wouldn’t do anything drastic if I were you. Forget your friends, accept your marriage to Pudding quietly, and let the princess marry Ichiji. Do that, and everything will work out just fine.”

Panic surged through me as my mind flashed back to the moment Zeff saved me when I was only eight years old, pulling me from the depths of despair, the Baratie, my first real home. His life was on the line now, just like King’s and all of Y/N’s loved ones were at risk. And here I was, completely powerless.

We were both stuck, and there was nothing I could do to stop this.

“Let’s have a peaceful wedding ceremony,” Father said, his voice as cold and commanding as ever. “We will be having lunch with Big Mom and Pudding today, so go get ready shortly.” His eyes glinted with expectation as he leaned back, fully confident in his control over the situation. “Any objections, Sanji?” he added, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, daring me to speak up.

I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, staring down at the floor as a storm of emotions churned inside me. Anger, frustration, helplessness—they all threatened to boil over, but what could I say? What could I do that wouldn’t put Zeff, Y/N, and everyone I cared about in danger?

My head bowed in defeat, the weight of everything crashing down on me. Zeff’s life hung in the balance, Y/N was being manipulated, and I was being pushed into a corner with no way out. All for the sake of some twisted family plan to strengthen Germa and align with Big Mom.

Now, I’m faced with another dilemma, and believe me when I say—I truly hate it here. This isn’t my family. These people, with their arrogance and cruelty, they’ve never been my family. I left them behind a long time ago. But here I am, shackled to them once again, powerless to protect the people I love.

All I want is to escape this nightmare. But for now, I have no choice but to play along. For Zeff. For Y/N. I grit my teeth and prepare for the charade to continue.

Y/N POV.. 

We finally made it to where Luffy was, just in time to see Kingbaum slam into General Cracker. "That went better than expected! Kingbaum, Luffy! Are you okay?" Nami asked with concern, glancing back at Luffy as we all tried to catch our breath.

"Luffy, you alright?" I echoed, worry filling my voice.

“Nami, Y/N… I need time to recover from Bounce Man,” Luffy replied, his voice weak and strained.

“What?” Nami asked, wide-eyed.

“Luffy needs at least ten minutes to regain his strength. Bounce Man always takes a lot out of him," I explained, remembering the toll it had taken on him during his battle against Doflamingo back in Dressrosa.

“Alright, I’ll look after you until you rest up,” Nami said as she turned to the homies. “You! Bring Luffy to us and protect him until ten minutes have passed.”

“You gotta do what she commands, homies!” Kingbaum ordered.

The homies quickly dragged Luffy up to us. “Thanks, guys,” Luffy muttered weakly.

“Don’t thank us yet; save your energy,” Nami urged, her voice tight as we heard General Cracker approaching once again.

“That’s our cue, let’s go!” Nami shouted as Kingbaum picked up the pace, trying to get away from Cracker.

“I feel so ashamed!” Kingbaum wept as he lumbered forward.

“Let’s try not to get caught! Pick up the pace!” Nami urged, her voice tense.

“Son of a birch!” Kingbaum cursed. "He's gonna catch up! Can’t you go any faster?” Nami yelled, panic rising in her voice.

“How many minutes have passed?” I asked, my eyes scanning the dense forest ahead.

“Not even the full ten!” Nami replied, clearly agitated.

“Let’s speed it up, you guys!” Nami commanded.

Suddenly, Kingbaum stopped dead in his tracks. “Why’d we stop?” I asked, immediately on alert.

“Who’s this guy?!” Nami cried out, her voice filled with fear as the homies trembled around us.

The homies murmured in terror, “That’s… General Cracker!”

“You mean to tell me General Cracker isn’t an actual biscuit cracker?” I said, half in disbelief.

“That’s not the point!” Nami snapped as we found ourselves surrounded by Cracker’s biscuit soldiers once more.

Cracker grinned menacingly. “Hmm, so humor me, Kingbaum. Want to explain why you’re helping the Straw Hats?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Well… you see, I…,” Kingbaum stammered in fear before Cracker sliced off the top of his trunk in one swift motion.

“Ahhh!” Kingbaum howled in pain.

“I’ll just kill you all instead,” Cracker declared coldly as several homies fell, lifeless, around us.

“This guy is scary…” Nami muttered under her breath.

“You surprised? I’m one of the Sweet Three Generals,” Cracker said, pride in his voice.

“Nami, leave this one to me,” I said firmly, my resolve hardening. "I’ll buy us some time."

I reached up and tightened Zoro’s bandana around my head, feeling a sense of comfort in its presence, as if Zoro’s fighting spirit were with me. The fabric hugged my forehead like a protective charm, giving me the focus I needed for the battle ahead. I drew my sword, my fingers gripping the hilt as I pressed the blue gemstone embedded in its handle. A powerful surge of energy pulsed through my veins, different this time—cool and fierce. Ice began to spread over the blade, glistening with blue electricity crackling along its edges.

“Nami, make sure the homies protect Luffy, okay?” I said, my voice steady as I stepped forward to face Cracker.

Cracker grinned, clearly entertained. “And who might you be?” he sneered.

I clenched my left hand, feeling the power surging within me. Without hesitation, I leaped into the air, my blade radiating with frost and lightning.

“Ice Shards!” I cried out, channeling the ice energy in my blade, releasing a barrage of sharp, freezing projectiles that sliced through the air with deadly precision.

The shards spun through the air like frozen stars, aimed directly at Cracker, shattering his biscuit soldiers on contact.

I smirked, stepping forward with confidence. “I’m sure by now you know who I am,” I said, tilting my head, amusement in my tone.

Cracker smirked back, clearly unfazed. “You’re Princess Y/N from the Straw Hat Pirates,” he said coldly.

“In the flesh,” I responded with a mock bow, adding a bit of flair for good measure.

“You think you can humor me with your games?!” Cracker snarled, clearly annoyed.

“Humor? Maybe,” I teased, “but I’m also here to kick your ass.” I straightened up, my eyes narrowing as Cracker clapped his hands, summoning another pair of biscuit soldiers.

“Why not just face me yourself? Forget the biscuits,” I challenged as one of the soldiers lunged at me. I reacted quickly, doing a one-handed backflip, using the momentum to lift my right leg and crack the biscuit soldier's hardened exterior with a single blow.

“Now,” I said, smirking even wider, “are you ready to fight for real? Or are you compensating for something?”

“You’ve definitely been around Zoro way too long, Y/N!” Nami yelled from behind, exasperated.

I chuckled, glancing back at her briefly. “Maybe I have… or maybe it’s his lucky bandana I’m wearing.” I tugged at the bandana tied around my forehead with a wink before turning my full attention back to Cracker.

The electricity and ice continued to course through my blade, the tension rising as Cracker’s grin faded into a more serious expression. This fight was only just beginning.

Cracker’s smirk turned sinister as he eyed me. “Are you sure Straw Hat can’t back you up? Pretty foolish of you to attack me on your own,” he taunted.

I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a duty to protect my captain. If he’s down and I gotta step up, then so be it,” I said with determination. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Besides, it looks to me like you’re all talk and no action, biscuits.”

Cracker’s eyes darkened, his grin disappearing. “Kill her,” he commanded, his voice cold and deadly.

As the two biscuit soldiers lunged at me, their swords gleaming in the sunlight, I leaped into the air, dodging their attack with ease. While suspended mid-air, I tightened my grip on my sword and swung it with precision, summoning the power imbued within.

"King, I hope this is what you had in mind when teaching me this technique," I whispered to myself, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

"Ice Fang!" I shouted, feeling the blade's cold energy surge forward. A wave of sharp, icy spikes shot out from my sword, racing toward the biscuit soldiers. The ice spread across their bodies, freezing them solid in a matter of seconds.

Landing gracefully, I straightened up and smirked. The frozen soldiers stood motionless for a moment before they shattered into a thousand pieces with a loud crack, scattering across the battlefield.

My gaze shifted back to Cracker, who was now glaring at me with fury.

"You’re gonna have to do better than biscuits," I said, confident as ever, gripping my sword tighter. Suddenly, a biscuit soldier appeared behind me, catching me off guard. I faltered for a moment but quickly dodged as another one emerged from the ground. Cracker now stood tall, smirking.

"Not bad, you're rather quick on your feet," Cracker remarked. Before I could react, he appeared behind me. "But you left your back wide open!" He swung his sword, but I managed to block his attack, tumbling from the force. I scrambled to my feet, meeting his gaze.

"Is that son of Germa really that important to you?" he taunted.

"You don’t get it," I snapped, standing firm. "Sanji may be a lot of things, but he’s one of a kind. And if the roles were reversed, he would do everything in his power to protect us!"

"Touchy," Cracker sneered, laughing.

"Are we going to talk, or are you actually going to do something?" I shot back, smirking. "Again, not a good look for you, Mr. Overcompensating."

"I’m not too fond of pain," Cracker growled, lunging at me. "But I doubt you can stop me anyway!"

Switching my sword from my right to my left hand, I clenched my left fist and dashed past him, taunting, "Over here!" He spun around, but I dashed once more, using the momentum to strike. Clenching my right hand this time, I punched him in the abdomen, sending him flying a few feet away. I breathed heavily, trying to steady myself.

Cracker recovered quickly, lunging at me again. I raised my sword to block his attack, but his strikes were relentless, forcing me to fall back with each blow.

"You're quite a feisty one, aren’t you?" he said, amused.

"So I've been told," I muttered, struggling to catch my breath.

"Marriage or not," Cracker grinned, "I think I’m going to take my sweet time killing you." He raised his sword, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. "Don’t you touch her!" Cracker was sent flying, crashing into the ground. Luffy stood there, glaring at him.

"Y/N is part of my crew!" Luffy declared. I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto my back for a brief moment.

"Sorry I took so long," Luffy said, flashing me a smile.

I got up and smiled back at him. "It's fine, biscuits all yours."

With a graceful leap, I landed back inside King Baum’s mouth. Nami immediately hugged me tightly.

"You scared me back there!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

"Sorry about that, Nami," I said softly, placing my sword behind me and falling to my knees, feeling the weight of the battle finally catch up to me.

"Cocky punk, it does take a lot of nerve to pick a fight with Mama," Cracker sneered, glaring at Luffy.

"Hey Nami, Y/N, have the trees protect you," Luffy said, never taking his eyes off Cracker. Nami nodded confidently, pulling out Lola’s Vivre Card with a grin, knowing it would render the homies powerless.

Cracker’s expression darkened. "Those traitorous trees and your friends are next, of course."

But Luffy wasn’t paying attention to Cracker's threats. Instead, his focus was on the burnt biscuits littering the battlefield. "That smells good," he muttered, his stomach growling.

"They’re still food!" Luffy’s eyes lit up. "Then that makes it easy!"

Nami smirked and pulled out a Weather Egg. "Rain Spark!" she called, unleashing rain from the sky. The biscuit soldiers, hard and durable, quickly softened under the downpour.

"I get it—you soften the biscuits!" I exclaimed, realizing Nami’s plan.

With the biscuits softened, Luffy wasted no time. He began tearing into them, eating each one with fervor as Cracker summoned more.

Cracker clapped his hands, summoning a fresh wave of biscuit soldiers, but they were no match for the hungry pirate. "Yum, these are good," Luffy said, his mouth full, barely slowing down between bites.

"That son of a birch is eating the biscuits!" Kingbaum exclaimed in disbelief. Every time Cracker created new soldiers, Luffy devoured them just as quickly.

"What is with this guy?!" Cracker yelled, frustration evident as Luffy ate the biscuits faster than they could attack.

"Luffy, let's fall back for a sec," Nami suggested, trying to pull him away from the endless biscuits.

"No way, I’m eating them all," Luffy replied stubbornly, his face determined.

Nami smirked, knowing exactly how to get his attention. "What if I told you I can make them more delicious?"

Luffy's eyes widened with excitement. "More delicious?! Let’s go!" He immediately followed us, dragging the biscuit soldiers along with him.

Minutes passed, and Luffy had eaten every biscuit Cracker could produce, leaving the Sweet General visibly rattled.

"Luffy is really putting in the work," I said to Nami, watching in awe as Luffy continued to devour the endless biscuit army.

"When it comes to food, there’s no stopping him," Nami laughed.

"You little punk!" Cracker shouted, incredulous. "How are you still eating?!"

"How much more can his stomach take?" Kingbaum whispered in disbelief. "He’s going to explode!"

"Looks like Cracker is starting to wear out," I said to Nami, eyeing the Sweet Commander as his exhaustion began to show. His movements were sluggish, and the frustration on his face was undeniable.

"As for you, King Baum," Cracker growled, his tone dripping with malice, "Mama is going to be furious about your betrayal."

He turned his attention back to me, his expression twisted with irritation. "This would’ve been over long ago if you hadn’t saved that insufferable woman," he sneered, clearly referring to me.

"My biscuit warriors are supposed to be invincible!" he yelled in frustration, pacing angrily. "And now look! That orange-haired girl reduced them into—into yummy crunchy goodness!" His voice cracked as he tried to keep up his pride.

I couldn’t help but smirk, taking full advantage of his moment of weakness. "Again with the biscuits," I said, stepping forward confidently. "You’re really overcompensating for something, Cracker. It’s okay to admit you can’t perform... well," I added with a teasing smile, placing my hand on the bandana Zoro had given me, now tied around my head. "Maybe it’s just not your day."

Cracker’s face flushed with anger as he gritted his teeth. "You insolent—"

"Stop your whining! This is a pirate battle!" Nami interrupted with a fierce glare. "So what if I found out your weakness? It doesn't mean you can take it out on my underlings!"

I burst out laughing. "Ooooh, underlings! Y'all just got dropped a tier, homies!" I teased, wiping away fake tears of laughter.

"What?! Underlings! Is that what we’re reduced to now?!" one of the homies exclaimed in disbelief.

"Is that a problem?" Nami asked coolly, waving Lola's Vivre Card in her hand.

"No, ma’am!" the homies responded, shrinking back under the power of the card.

Meanwhile, Luffy continued to stuff his face with biscuits, much to Cracker’s horror. "So you’re finally full!" Cracker shouted, desperate to end the madness.

"He’s just getting started!" Nami retorted, though even she was starting to look concerned. Luffy's belly was swollen beyond comprehension.

"Nami, he looks like he’s going to pop," I said, half concerned, half in awe of Luffy’s appetite.

"There’s no way he can eat more!" the homies yelled, eyes wide with shock.

"I don’t need you to throw up to win this!" Cracker bellowed, rushing toward Luffy with his sword raised. "I’ll slice you up!"

"Careful, Luffy!" I yelled, gripping my sword.

But Luffy, grinning from ear to ear, was unfazed. "Joke's on you! I’m stuffed with power! Muscle Balloon!" Luffy shouted, inflating his body further by blowing into his arm, swelling to an enormous size.

"What the hell?" Cracker stammered, suddenly backing away, realizing too late what was about to happen.

"Fourth Gear, go!" Luffy declared, his body transforming into an even bigger, more intimidating form. "I call this Tank Man: Stuffed Version!"

Cracker attempted to slash at Luffy, but his attack did nothing to the hulking form. "You’ve pushed me over the edge! It’s over—time to die!" Cracker screamed in frustration, trying desperately to land a blow on Luffy.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. Nami and I shielded our eyes. "Luffy!" we shouted, worried.

When the light faded, Cracker was being sucked into Luffy’s massive form. "Gomu Gomu no Cannonball!" Luffy roared, launching Cracker far into the distance, his biscuit soldiers crumbling into pieces.

"He did it!" Nami and I screamed in unison, hugging each other in excitement.

"Luffy, you alright?" Nami asked as we rushed over to him.

"Uh-huh," he groaned, clearly exhausted but triumphant.

"It looks like you’re shrinking," Nami observed, noticing Luffy’s body deflating slowly.

"That’s because Fourth Gear uses a lot of energy," Luffy explained, his voice tired but still full of satisfaction. He lay back, too full to move.

Suddenly, from behind a tree, Pound stepped out. "So, there you are!" Nami exclaimed.

"Pound! You were hiding this whole time?!" I yelled, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Kind of... I ran away so Cracker wouldn't kill me. I for sure thought you were going to lose," said Pound, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Wow, such faith," I said, rolling my eyes at his bluntness.

"Kind of blunt, don’t you think?" Nami added with a sigh.

"That was scary... but we won!" Nami exclaimed, her face lighting up with a grin as we both laughed and cheered in victory.

We glanced over at King Baum, Pound, and the other homies, who weren't exactly celebrating. "Would it kill you to cheer? We beat one of Big Mom's top fighters, after all!" Nami shouted, hands on her hips.

Pound, still looking frantic, responded, "Listen, you're in much more trouble than before! Once Mama's rage is awakened, there's no stopping her! In other words, you need to get the heck out of here before she finds out what you did to her boys!"

"She can get as mad as she wants; I don’t care! I’m the one who should be mad here!" Luffy grumbled from the ground, still too full to move. "How could Sanji leave without telling us why? All we got is a dumb note!"

"You're right, Captain," I said, feeling the frustration boil up inside me. "I'mma knock some sense into him for writing me that note and saying we were engaged!" My voice was laced with annoyance, fists clenched as I thought about the situation.

Nami smirked at me, her frustration mirroring mine. "Honestly, what was he thinking?" she muttered under her breath.

"We only made it this far using Pudding’s map, and no one has seen Pekoms," said Luffy. "We should have gotten Sanji by now, but he didn’t show up at the coast. I don’t know if they got lost or if this is a trap. Once Sanji gets married, he'll be part of Big Mom's crew, and it'll be too late. We have to get moving!"

Luffy, still struggling to get up from the ground, groaned in determination. "Cracker did say there was a ceremony today." "It’s still morning; we might have enough time to stop them!" Nami said, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

"Hey, tree! You know where the castle is?" Luffy called out.

King Baum hesitated before replying, "Yes…"

"Good, you're carrying me there!" Luffy declared with renewed energy.

"I refus—" King Baum started, but quickly clammed up when Nami pulled out the vivre card with a threatening smile.

"We’re taking Sanji back and stopping your wedding, Y/N," Luffy said firmly, his voice full of resolve.

"Oh, Y/N, here’s your bag," Nami said, suddenly remembering. She handed me my satchel, and I grinned.

"Thanks, Nami," I said, relieved to have it back. I pressed all three gemstones on my sword, watching as it shrunk before placing one of the blades inside the bag, the other securely fastened to my thigh halter.

With a final glance at the others, I gave a confident nod. "Alright, I’m ready."

Sanji POV…

As I entered the chariot, my heart felt heavier with every passing second. My mind raced, torn between the decision I was being forced to make and the things I truly cherished. Everything I loved… it was slipping away. The thought of being married made me sick to my core, but what choice did I have? If I wanted to save my friends... if I wanted to keep Zeff safe… if I wanted to keep y/n safe… I had no other option. This wasn’t just about me anymore.

I clenched my fists, the cursed bracelets around my wrists reminding me that my hands—my livelihood—were at stake. No matter what I wanted, one wrong move, and they’d be gone forever. I couldn’t even protect Y/N. I couldn’t stop Ichiji from marrying her. The memories flooded in—the Baratie, Zeff’s tough love, the day I met Y/N, her smile, our adventures with the crew. Every moment felt so distant now, as if they were slipping from my grasp, just like her.

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I couldn’t move. Their smug faces on either side of me made my blood boil. I knew if I tried to make a break for it, they'd be on me in seconds, and the bracelets would do the rest of the damage. They’d already proven that.

Y/N POV..

"Well, we’re finally out of that hell of a forest," I sighed, resting my back on King Baum’s head as we moved through the open area. Luffy was resting as well, while Nami sat beside him, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Nami! You guys! Can you hear me?!"

"It’s Chopper!" Nami exclaimed, holding up a small glass shard, which Chopper's voice came through. Relief and tension both surged through me. At least Chopper was okay.

"We’ve got a big problem! It’s Sanji! He’s heading to Big Mom right now!" Chopper’s frantic words echoed.

“Crap!” I muttered under my breath, heart pounding.

"We’re heading to the castle too!" Nami responded quickly, trying to gather more information.

"What about Brook and Pedro?" I asked, the worry creeping in. We hadn’t heard from them at all, and I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing anxiety over their safety.

"We haven’t heard from them at all," Nami added, glancing at me with shared concern.

Suddenly, Chopper’s voice broke into panic, his screams growing louder before the shard shattered in Nami’s hand.

“Is everything alright, Chopper?!” I yelled, but it was no use. The shard was broken. I stared at the pieces on the ground, feeling helpless. "How are they going to communicate now?" I muttered.

Nami knelt down, picking up one of the broken shards. "I hope they’re okay," she whispered softly.

"Poor Sanji..." Nami added, her voice filled with sorrow.

“These bastards have got another thing coming, that’s for sure,” I said through gritted teeth, clenching my right hand as I felt the familiar red electricity surge through me, a fierce wave of anger rolling over me.

Luffy, now back to normal size after shrinking down, muttered in his sleep, "Give me meat."

Nami and I exchanged amused glances. "Meat?!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "He would have meat dreams after eating those biscuits."

"Hey there! You’ve got good luck!" King Baum’s voice broke through, as he picked up speed.

"Why is that?" Nami asked.

"There they are," King Baum replied, pointing ahead.

"What?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing as I leaned forward.

"That’s Germa 66," he said, his voice filled with urgency.

“Is Sanji with them?” Luffy asked as he suddenly woke up, leaping off King Baum’s head and running ahead.

“Luffy, wait!” Nami yelled, but it was too late. He was already off.

"Sanji!" Nami and I shouted, waving as we saw him up ahead.

But just as we got close, Sanji… he kicked Luffy.

"Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!" Nami screamed, her voice filled with shock.

"Sanji..." I whispered, my heart dropping as I stared at him in disbelief. What had happened to him? Why was he acting this way?

"Leave my sight, you bunch of lowlife pirates," Sanji spat, his voice cold and unrecognizable. "Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom."

I tensed, my mind reeling. "What the hell is he saying?" I whispered, feeling both disbelief and frustration boiling inside me. Both Nami and I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before us.

Sanji continued, "I kept all of this a secret because knowing this would’ve made things harder for you."

I couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, I slowly took off Zoro’s bandana from my head, folding it carefully and placing it into my satchel, along with one of my blades and my sword. "Nami, I leave this with you," I said, my voice steady but filled with determination.

“What are you…?” Nami looked at me, confused and concerned.

"Just make sure no one takes it, please. And if they do… well, they’ll be in for a surprise," I added, smirking slightly despite the weight of the moment. "Can you do that for me, Nami?" I asked, looking at her intently, knowing this was something important for me to trust her with.

Nami nodded, still looking unsure of my next move. Before I could even say anything more, Sanji's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"It’s noble of you to come all the way over here and get me, but you’ve wasted your time. I’m not leaving. I’ve already forgotten your name," he said coldly, every word sharper than the last.

His words felt like a punch in the gut, fueling the anger already burning inside me. My heart pounded in my chest, disbelief turning to frustration and rage. This wasn’t the Sanji I knew, the Sanji who cared about his friends, about us.

“What a liar,” Luffy yelled, his frustration matching my own. “You think I’m gonna buy that?!”

The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel the red electricity sparking through my fingertips again. My patience was at its limit. Sanji's words cut deep, but I wasn’t about to let him walk away so easily, especially not with those lies.

Sanji POV… (Play La Media Vuelta By Luis Miguel here) 

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I felt like I was trapped in a cage. Their smug expressions were infuriating, and my blood boiled at the sight of them. I knew any attempt to escape would be met with swift punishment, and these cursed bracelets would make sure of that. Just the thought of them made my fists clench tighter.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the chaos. "Hey! Sanji!" I turned my head, eyes widening in disbelief as I saw Luffy charging forward with with a giant tree. 

“that idiot managed to make it to Whole Cake Island?! “What’s with that tree?!” yelled Yonji, incredulous.

"Sanji!" Nami called out, waving her arms with a look of determination. “We finally made it! I was afraid we’d be too late!”

Her voice sent a jolt of relief through me, but it quickly faded when I noticed the way Niji and Yonji's eyes lit up at the sight of y/n. Their smugness only grew, and the protective instinct within me flared.

“There’s my beloved,” Ichiji said, his eyes heart-shaped as he gazed at Y/N, which made my blood boil even more.

“Ichiji, your wife’s here,” Yonji added, still eyeing Y/N, and I wanted nothing more than to gauge their eyes out for the way they were looking at her.

The situation felt like a ticking time bomb. I had to keep them safe. “What are they doing here?” I muttered, panic rising in my throat.

“How amusing, that’s Straw Hat Luffy,” Judge remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Hey! We came here to pick you up!” Luffy shouted, tipping over the calicoat as he stumbled. “You said you’d be back, but I didn’t want to wait. You know me. I was going to come with just Y/N, but it turned into a whole thing!”

My mind raced, battling between relief and fear. I couldn’t let them get caught up in this mess. I glanced at my cuffs, knowing that if I made a break for it, they would explode, and I couldn’t risk that.

“Zoro took a team and headed to the land of Wano,” Luffy continued, unaware of the suffocating tension surrounding us.

“And what’s this I hear? You’re engaged to Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us? We could have done something back at the Sunny!” His words hit me like a wave of ice-cold water.

Luffy, Y/N, Nami… please forgive me… I thought, the weight of my helplessness crushing down on me. In an instant, I made my decision. I couldn’t let them get any closer to this danger.

“Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!” Nami shouted, disbelief etched across her face. I could see the hurt in her eyes, and it twisted my heart even more.

“Leave my sight, you bunch of low-class pirates!” I spat, my voice heavy with disdain. “Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom. I kept all this a secret from you because knowing this would have made things harder.”

Luffy’s stunned expression made me feel even worse, but I pushed on. “As you can see, there’s a clear difference in our standings now. If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of.” Each word felt like daggers in my chest, but I had to make them believe I meant it.

The way Nami flinched at my words was like a punch to the gut. I was losing them—losing everything I cared about. But I had to protect them. I had to protect Y/N, even if it meant sacrificing my own heart.

“Sanji…” I heard Y/N whisper, her voice cracking as she processed my betrayal. I couldn't look at her; I was afraid of what I might see. Would she understand? Would she forgive me for playing this role?

Inside, I was trembling. I was stuck between wanting to protect them and the cold, harsh reality of my situation. “If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of. What more could I want?” I sneered, my voice laced with disdain.

“So I could go to that crappy ship with you and your friends and go on a dumb adventure,” I sneered, forcing a smirk that felt more like a grimace. “Or I can stay right here and marry the beautiful daughter of a wealthy and powerful emperor. Now, which of those would make me happier?” I took a deep breath, preparing to drive the final nail in the coffin. “Here, I’ll spell it out: I just wrote that note to get you off my back.”

“Yeah? Well, what about my note, Sanji?” The voice was unmistakable, cutting through the tension like a knife. Y/N came down from the tree, her eyes ablaze with anger. If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.

“You wrote some bold statements on my note. Here, I even have it.” She pulled it out from her chest, and my heart sank. I couldn’t bear to look at her, knowing I had shattered everything.

As she stood there, I took in her appearance for the first time. Behind the rage, I could see the signs of her struggle. Her white dress was covered in dirt, her sleeve torn off, and deep scratches marred her legs. But she still looked beautiful—my princess, my everything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say,” I thought, wishing I could take it all back. I wanted to hold her, to tell her it was all a lie, that I would never marry Pudding. I wanted to confess how I felt about her, to explain that her reckless plan—her being in Dressrosa and me sailing here—almost cost me my sanity.

I wanted to tell her she was the only one I wanted to be with, that I regretted every moment I didn’t fight for her. I wanted to prove I was the man she deserved, especially after that disaster back on Fishman Island.

But instead, I clenched my fists and said the words that would cut deeper than any blade: “You mean absolutely nothing to me.”

Every syllable felt like poison as it left my mouth, and I hated myself for it. I saw her expression shift, hurt washing over her features. It was a look I knew I’d never forget. But I had to keep my distance, keep her safe. And as much as it broke me, I had to see this through. 

“You mean absolutely nothing to me,” I repeated, my voice cold, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat.

Nami’s voice cut through the tension like a lightning bolt. “Say the truth, Sanji! That wasn’t what you said to Pudding!”

The air around us grew thick with tension, and I could see Y/N tense at Nami’s words, her eyes flashing with uncertainty and pain.

“I told her that I didn’t care about Y/N,” I said, each word a betrayal I loathed, “and that I didn’t love her.” I hated myself for saying it, each syllable a dagger to my own heart.

“Stop lying!” Nami shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

I glanced over at Y/N, and she raised her hand, turning toward Nami with a broken smile. “It’s okay, Nami,” she said softly, but I could see the pain etched in her features, the tears threatening to spill over. I wanted to wipe them away, to tell her that none of it was true, that I did love her, that she was my princess, and that we were engaged. I didn’t care if that part was a lie; the love I felt for Y/N was as real as the air I breathed.

“You know,” she began, her voice steady but strained, “you can insult me or try to convince me that what you’re saying is true, but I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me.” Her gaze locked onto mine, fierce and unwavering. “Tell me you want this… tell me you hate me! I want to hear it from your mouth! Tell me you hate me, obliterate me with your words; I don’t care! Tell me that I mean nothing to you once again, that you want to be with Pudding and live that fantasy of a life. Tell me that you found a love that understands you and loves you more than anyone! And if that is truly what you want, and you can look me in the eyes and say it, I will turn around, and I will be gone with the sun by dusk.”

Her words hit me like a tsunami, each one crashing into me, suffocating me. I opened my mouth to respond, but all I could manage was, “I…”

“Tell me now!” she yelled, the pain in her voice laced with desperation as her body was surrounded by an aura of red electricity, crackling in tune with her emotions.

What is this? I thought, my heart racing. I was caught in the whirlwind of my own lies and her heartache, a maelstrom that threatened to tear us both apart. Her gaze pierced through me, and I could see the flicker of hope in her eyes as she waited for my response, and it crushed me further.

I was losing her, losing everything, and yet, here I was, shackled by my own choices, unable to break free. I wanted to scream the truth, to confess everything—to tell her how much she meant to me. But the weight of my lies held me down, suffocating the words in my throat. I was drowning in the consequences of my actions.

The electricity around Y/N crackled even more fiercely, her hurt and fury tangible. Every second I remained silent was another moment she drifted further away from me. This was it. This was the moment she would leave if I didn’t speak the truth.

But I couldn’t. My lips trembled, but the words never came.

[pumpkinsy0]

So basically my dad doesn’t talk a lot much. But when he does he’s either talking abt how he lived in India or the bible( even tho he doesn’t believe in it ik weird asf💀)

But like basically he’s super antisocial. But my mom said that he used to be super social and funny and stuff. I figured she was js making it up to say smth yk. But like when we went back to India to his state Kerala, he was super talkative and smiling and laughing.

And I was like ????huhh?? Who tf is this guy?? This is not my dad???🤨🤨

And I was js thinking abt ur hc for Steve being African and I lowk think this is how his dad is. Like he is kind of disassociated cuz he js never got used to America. And he loves Steve but he can’t rlly show it cuz like he is js completely out of place w his life.😕

And like maybe one time they got the money to go to a trip back home. And Steve was kind of like annoyed cuz he didn’t want to get stuck w his dad for 2 months. But when he went he saw like this whole new side of him.

And like my dad speaks Malayalam and he loves speaking it cuz it’s his native language obv. But me and my brother never learned cuz our parents speak diff languages and our dad never spoke it to our mother or around us. So like I hc Steve the same like he feels kind of guilty or whatever for not knowing it. And like his dad obv beats on him and shit and Steve will get bitter over it(justified). But he knows he loves him in his own way and after that trip feels guilty for not knowing more abt his roots and not being able to make him feel at home.

Sorry for going on a rant lmfao but js felt like relating to Steve and ur hc was so perfect for it so I had to let u know☺️☺️

hope u had (or have) fun on ur trip!!!thats so cool i always wanted to travel out the country and see haiti, yall r so lucky

YEA THATS KINDA WHAT IT IS, i would say that the reason why steves father is the way he is is for a multitude of reasons, but one of them is bc he just never rlly understands america and the frustrates him a lot that he cant “fit in”, he wants to take care of his family just doesnt know how to in this new environment

i keep forgetting some ppl actually remember my other ethnicity hcs for these characters, so when i read this and u brought up steve being african i verbally went “u remember that??”😭😭

this is one of the realest things an anon has sent me about steve, thank u for letting me know about this, it WILL b cherished🙏🏽🙏🏽🫶🏽

[v-anrouge]

UGIGIUGI APOLOGY POST (that doesn't actually apologize for shit lmfao)

this is hopefully the last post ill be making about this because finally she decided to do something other than ignore everything so i thought this is a good way to end the situation officially

so yeah fandom drama down below just scroll if u don't enjoy seeing things like this

i apologize for any english mistakes or any errors in this post my tumblr and keyboard are very silly goofers

let's start this off by saying that ugigiugi already started this shit wrong because she posted that apology while all sorts of contact anyone could have with her was cut down which means she doesn't actually care if she's forgiven or not she just wants to get away with her shit

now onto the screenshots

the apology post already starts off wrong cuz how the fuck do you apologize and then say the things you're apologizing for are only accusations like bro?? make this make sense and not only that but IMMEDIATELY after posting the apology she already started throwing excuses the

"I've seen worse" excuse DOES NOTHING, it doesn't fucking matter if you've seen worse that doesn't make it okay it never did its seriously hilarious to me how a person that is almost 30 really thought that this was an good thing to post on a post that was supposed to be apologizing for her MULTIPLE disgusting actions. also i don't fucking care if japanese "culture" is full of hentai girl you're Italian not japanese and this is happening in the fucking english fandom😭😭 and don't act like people don't criticize the multiple fucked up things about japan porn industry EVERYONE does, once again your attempt to excuse yourself makes absolutely no sense. stop fucking acting like this whole situation isn't people asking your ALMOST 30 ass to take accountability and fucking delete the art u made with the tweels because your oc is fucking 26 and the tweels are 17. if your art was in an aged up au things would've been very different but instead for some reason you thought it would be a good idea to age yourself down a few years, still keep it illegal, and make pedophilic porn between a 26 year old and 2/3 17 year olds, you're acting as if ppl calling u out were a little grouo that randomly decided to start attacking and harassing you for no reason when the reality is people just wanted for you to apologize for your mistakes but instead you kept avoiding the situation which made the whole thing get worse, the size of this mess is entirely YOUR fault because if you had apologized and moved on with your life people would've stayed quiet instead u decided to act like a oppressed victim being cyber bullied

once again you hit us with the failed attempts to excuse yourself, idk what goes on with people but the minute yall enter the internet u guys expect to get away with everything u do and the moment someone calls you out yall immediately start acting like you're getting harassed attacked hunted down being chased down the streets like bro no💀 idk if this is an america thing or what but i feel like some of you just completely forget the concept of "owning up to your mistakes and accepting getting called out because that is the way you learn and grow as person"

the second argument is also a fail because 1- that doesn't excuse shit 2- you could've aged them up.

the transphobia thingy i wont be commenting because me personally i gave never seen the screenshots of you being transphobic but what the fuck does yaoi have to do with it 💀

i also don't understand that politics part idk why it's being brought up idk what the fuck that anon is on but it's really fucking weird

the last part genuinely made me laugh because of how pathetic it is 😭😭 you're acting like you're being attacked unfairly by a bunch of 12 year olds for idk stealing a crayon when in reality you called poor people annoying and said that working to survive is embarassing and people that do so have no self respect, compared poor people TO SLAVES. copied MULTIPLE artists never gave credit WHATSOEVER and made pedophilic porn. second of all you DID NOT apologize 💀💀💀 this whole post is you trying to have a "gotcha" moment trying (and failing miserably) to come up with excuses to try an seem like a better person and you think you apologized cuz u started this joke of a post with "i apologized"

i don't think i need to repeat myself on how you're acting like the victims but it really shows the type of person you are when you actively ignore your mistakes try to delete evidence cut of all sorts of interaction with the ppl except those who are foolish enough to defend you and act like all of your actions weren't bad at all and you shouldn't be held accountable, you know what's childish ugigiugi? turning off asks, comments and reblogs so that you can finally escape the very valid claims with proof everyone has of you because you can't accept the fact that you are in fact a bad person, that's embarassing, you call us childish and say that ppl attacking you aren't mature yet you're almost 30 and running away from your mistakes crying and sobbing acting like the victim of the situation

1/10 apology - didn't actually apologize for shit brought up stupid arguments to try and excuse herself, gets a point simply because it was funny how bad this is

[netflixonyourcouch]

So much has been made of the Halsey response

Thank you Halsey, first and foremost, for an amazing album. I don't want that point to get lost by discussing what is admittedly the NOISE surrounding this album.

The main culprits: Pitchfork and Fantano. The long and short of it, for those who are unaware: both Pitchfork and Fantano cruelly and unfairly attacked Halsey's intentions, accusing her of essentially milking their illness for the album and exhibiting "main character syndrome" or some shit. There is no way around it, these were personal attacks, and designed to shock and make a statement against her instead of engage with the project in good faith.

So many people have come out on both sides to either support Halsey or defend Pitchfork/Fantano's right to criticism.

Let me tell you something. You white-washed, hipster ass, elitist ass motherfuckers who think indie music is so superior to pop music (and liking Charli's BRAT doesn't count, you bandwagon bitches) need to get a life. All of you. You're NOT the smartest in the room, you're not smarter than Halsey fans, you're not more cultured, more correct, or even more logical. You pride yourselves on that because you've already made up your mind about pop music and refuse to bend, and I'm here to tear down that smug sense of superiority.

You fucking chumps have the gall to say, "What? People aren't allowed to criticize music anymore" Blah blah blah. Stop going to one end of the extreme every fucking time someone wants to put your bullshit "criticism" in its place. You all sound like fucking Republicans lmfao, ignorant as fuck. Republicans cry about "free speech being cancelled" because they can't say racist shit anymore. Yall cry about criticism being "dead" because you can't openly denigrate pop stars anymore.

You can't say ignorant, close-minded, sexist, rockist bullshit and act like nobody is allowed to call it out. Genuine criticism ISN'T THE ISSUE. Petty, personal and short-sighted attacks on Halsey's character IS THE ISSUE. Until you stop at the stop sign and ACKNOWLEDGE THIS FACT, I don't wanna hear anything else about defending the "right to criticize." Present criticism in good faith and then we'll talk.

I can talk about this shit BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE. I used to run in the same little cliques as yall. I'm so glad I'm no longer like you fucking pricks anymore because you are all insufferable people. I feel frankly embarrassed that I was ever that pretentious and condescending and I pray that all of you wake up and understand the error of your ways. THERE IS STILL TIME, the irony is that your refusal to keep an open mind about pop music means that you're NOT the so-called "music experts" that you think you are. If you were true music experts you'd be experts about ALL MUSIC not just white people with guitars. Again, CHARLI DOESN'T COUNT. CARLY RAE JEPSEN DOESN'T COUNT, YOU SOUND LIKE THE WHITE PEOPLE THAT SAY THAT SAY THEY CAN'T BE RACIST BECAUSE THEY HAVE 2 BLACK FRIENDS. It's the joke about being US sports teams calling themselves "World Champions" when they are only playing in an American league. You're not an expert on "music" while simultaneously ACTIVELY IGNORING A BIG CHUNK OF MUSIC.

You're also attempting to outsmart all the backlash by saying "Just because Halsey talks about their sickness doesn't make it a great album!!!" Let me address that claim and then I'm done with your faux-intellectual fucks, who again I'd like to remind, are not as smart as yall think. Some of you cobbled a few more brain cells together, I'll give you that, and think that this is the ultimate "gotcha" but it's not. Let's start with the elephant in the room: 1. Many of you who are saying all this shit against Halsey HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD THE ALBUM YET. So until you listen to it, I'm not even entertaining any of your fucking arguments because it's coming from a place of literal ignorance. You don't even know what the album sounds like!! 2. If you DID listen to it, it's a strong chance you didn't digest it. NO I'm not saying it's this ultra challenging piece of work that's difficult to understand, I'm instead arguing you skimmed it, didn't listen closely enough or went in with a strong bias to where you're not even in the position to hear its greatness.

Yes, it's a technically right statement that simply talking about a deep or emotional topic doesn't automatically make a work of art great. The reason why that doesn't apply here is that she DID make a great album. I like her last album more but there's no denying that this is right behind it, and in some parts even better. Not every song is my favorite, but there's no way around it, there are some PHENOMENAL songs on here: I Believe in Magic, The Arsonist, The End, Dog Years, Ego, Darwinism, and Lonely is the Muse are all better than your standard indie singer-songwriter stuff.

Finally, I've seen this over and over again: People like to overapply the rules to artists they don't like. I've seen it with Taylor too, who I admittedly don't like, but people tend to be super uncharitable toward her too. You'd NEVER disparage Sufjan for talking about his struggles with Guillain-Barre or try to say, "Just because he talks about Guillain-Barre doesn't make it a great album!" It simply wouldn't happen. So stop this rules-for-thee-but-not-for-me hypocrisy bullshit and try to get a fucking clue, please.

In short. I won't sit silently anymore as people in the indie community try to self-assure themselves that Halsey fans are the crazy ones for calling out cheap, personal attacks under the guise of "criticism." Yes, I'm sure you all are assuring yourselves that "stan twitter" is the problem and "people can't criticize music anymore" but I need all of you to wake up and get a clue, THERE IS STILL TIME, if you love music try actually opening your mind for a change and LOVE MUSIC instead of parading around your indie music bias as if it's the only correct take there can be. Try to get some more pop music in your diet before you criticize pop music. I wouldn't expect someone who likes two hip-hop artists to give good constructive criticism on hip-hop any more than I'd be able to give good constructive criticism on a jazz album just because I like Thundercat and Flying Lotus.

This was long-winded and aggressive but I'm sorry, I'm tired of pretending it's okay that hipster motherfuckers do this shit. I can't do it anymore.

[jyndor]

No, but

I am reading the novelisation of RO and !!!!!!!

I just am at a loss of words!!

At Jyn's blind denial of her own incapability to keep quiet and keep her head down

At Cassian's general ~waves hands~ poor mental health and YET

He still holds on to hope????! Smiles curiously at this woman who he barely knows and yet somehow feels connected to???

And when he dies he allows himself to be in the moment??! He dies CONTENT? And READY? And Serene???!

_shoves glass into my mouth_

*inhales*

I HAVE BEEN TELLING YALL TO READ THIS BOOK

i also found my copy of the book from my move lol and i just want to say this is why i am liable to throw a massive fit whenever i see someone wondering which character from andor cassian is thinking about on scarif when he's about to die when like *clears throat* the novelization makes my point for me, which is that all out-of-universe reasons aside (lol mainly that those characters did not exist back when rogue one was made) it is so important to understand that cassian is living in that moment - just aware of what he can see and hear and smell, and a lot of that is jyn - because of how he has always lived for the future and the past but finally, when he has completed his mission, he is able to just be in the present, take those last moments for himself and what he wants, a bit of peace.

her faith carries him with her aoijasoidjs like it's the poINT they're both able to heal and just be at peace (although I AM FIRMLY TEAM LET THEM LIVE LMFAO)

AND i'll even say that andor has made the case even stronger for cassian being very in the moment in the end. cassian climbs and climbs and climbs for the rebellion, losing pieces of himself (or having those things stolen from him), until he gets to enjoy his last moments with the woman he has welcomed home. i think of the way that the narkina arc uses going home as a metaphor for death (ulaf, then kino and even the rest of the prisoners many of whom we may assume didn't make it) and becoming one with the force and peace. i think of how cassian is always trying to get home in season 1 of andor, and i think of how he will inevitably lose all of his homes... until the hangar scene in rogue one when he welcomes home his mirror and his foil, jyn erso, the one who he is actually always able to come back for (because i have to assume he will not be able to come back for his friends in s2 unfortunately - because he has to lose everything).

the novel has so many great moments, thank you alexander freed good sir, you have done good work.

[stevethehairington]

4, 19 and 39 for weird writers ask 🫶

ty for sending this in friend!! <3

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

okay i know this is asking for specifics but here we have a category 5 "i've been asked to recall something so naturally my brain forgets everything its ever known" moment. soooo, i'm going to be pretty unspecific probably lol buuuut

any word that implies something tender is happening is my jaaaaam. i mean, tender itself is a word i love a lot. but yeah anything that implies something deeply vulnerable and intimate is so so good. i go coo coo for cocoa puffs about it.

i also fucking love space words - nebula, constellation, supernova, cosmic, celestial, anything to do with the stars, the moon, the sun. i eat that shit UP.

also same goes with words about water!!!

also shout out to my homies irrevocably (which i still associate with that one monologue from twilight but like it kind of went off using this words soooo sdflkds), petrichor (bc that's a fun word and i LOVE rain and the smell of rain so), and also freckles and dimples bc i fucking L O V E mentioning those in anything i write so they are favorites too <3

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

ooh so i started writing like officially the summer before my freshman year of college. i had been apart of fandom before that for a while and had definitely been reading fic for quite some time before, and i'd always sort of wanted to do some writing of my own, but i could never like fully commit to anything. which, in hindsight, i'm very glad i couldn't for that first fandom i was in lmfao. let's just say iykyk.

but then i watched skam and i totally and completely fell in love with that show, with that cast of characters, with the stories they were telling. and i wanted to add to it, i wanted to expand that universe, i wanted to put these characters in my own situations and shows how they'd respond! so i did! and i wrote and i wrote and i wrote. to this day it is still the fandom i have written the most fics for (tied with marvel also lmfao, and honestly stranger things is creeping up there, it's getting close and the brainrot has not died, not even close, so it just might pass it up. but the fact that it's stayed number one for like 6 years? crazy).

it absolutely helped that i found a server to join for fans of the show. that was literally the best thing ever. i made so many connections and so many dear friends and, aside from the brief bumps in the road that came with that server (lmaoo), it was such a good environment and it was SO creatively stimulating and SO motivating and SO inspirational. like i had so many people in my corner rooting me on to actually finish writing that first fic!! and i did!! and their support just kept coming and coming for everything after and that was SO integral to my success and my desire to keep writing. so yeah, shout out to skam international, yall were the real mvps and i wouldnt be where i am today if it werent for you all <3

where am i now and where am i going? well, right now im deeeeep in the st brainrot so im riding that wave as far as it will take me for as long as it will take me. and as for the future? i really have no idea! i have no clue what's going to sink it's claws into me next, but i'm excited to find out!

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

really truly it's my friends. whenever i'm feeling down in the dumps about my writing they're always so kind and so nice and so encouraging with me, they know exactly what to say. and a lot of them are writers or artists themselves too so like they understand the feeling too, which makes it easier to like talk about it with them and to take a step back from that ledge.

i also like to look at how much i've done already, and how much i have left that i want to tell and that kind of just helps to put things in perspective. like wow i've done so much, i've made it through so much to get to this point - no way can i give up now.

weird questions for writers

[every-dayiwakeup]

I love how different proshippers and antis are. Proshipper will give genuine, psychologically backed, sound arguments to prove our case and antis will come back with either christian/alt right/purity culture rhetoric or "lol racist" as a response. And antis, every time, without fail, think they're smarter.

PLS they really think they've achieved world peace with those third grader responses.

I always laugh because a lot of them claim they're against the church and all. Like be serious, you are puppets of the church.

I read their stuff when it shows up on my dash (bleh) and when I tell you it takes me a minute for the stupidity to register...

They're really just anti facts. They're allergic to the truth.

They repeat the same shit, and they accuse us of not knowing what we're talking about, we're apologists, how could you support ___, blah blah blah.

If you read thorough metas (ya see ours aren't about a ship being canon), and all you can do is go "lol racist" or "but he did ___" you don't understand and you just don't want to admit that you don't understand.

It's okay to be wrong lmfao. If you don't understand something you can just put in the back of your head and try to learn more about it.

Repetitive arguments are piss poor, especially when you can't play the devil's advocate. Ya see, their version of our "argument" (none of us are looking for yall, it's the other way around let's get that straight) is not what we're saying at all.

So they're just arguing with themselves.

Lol they sound like a real fun bunch to be around.

[blkkizzat]

Haiiii babes!!!! Hope u been well 😙

(Literally just came from rereading plug choso once again to keep it fresh in my brain hehe) istg i love him so bad but….nicki was right, trauma is the way. Him sharing that blunt with gouda bitch has me steaming every time smh. I would fuck cho infront of her but she dont deserve to see the dickk!

Venus in gemini and mars in aries HELP HSJKSKSK NO OKAY U and toji would be so good for each other 😭 yall can play games and he drag u back in so u dont get too bored hehe. My mars is in leo and my good friend studies astrology and she deadass do be saying thats the corruption kink placement hehe, plus i got some virgo in there too so my shit is obsesseddddd with corrupting purity whoops (and obsessive + possessive AF like i wanna be someone's first and their everything) which is so true cause i be fucking with ppl to make em obsessed with me and ion even want them jdksks. I js cant do virgin reader bc i have a SA trauma which sucks bc there are so many virgin reader fics and i gotta sit em out which is why i flock to shit like otaku!gojo where the man is a virgin like that heals me so much u have no idea lmao (even tho this pussy can squirt by itself, i would show virgin gojo all the tricks hehe) Yes ma'am i do fuck w astrology, and recently tarot a lil bit 👀 got me a lil reading and erthing hehe

Tbf i dont feel like u have a truly irredeemable character because they all have some sort of bg story (okay lets ignore reader from gf!choso literally killing a man bc DAMN when i say the dialogue you gave him had me stressing tf out, like i almost had an angry cry when he was airing out shit at the party. The bat scene from there was so iconic tho) like even plug choso, reader is a brat but i rlly feel like its bc shes an overachiever which i vibe w soooo hard. She's the definition of "honey u need to get some dick and RELAX" bc she trying to do it all and none of it is for herself. Im similar so i see her bratiness as a defense mechanism iykwim. Ngl the ending of pt 2 had me scared bc like i can dish it out, but i cant take it LMAOOOOOO like choso shared a blunt w some other bitch and i was already in tears istg he gon have to make that up to me smh. YESSSSSSS i love with the characters are still downbad for the reader even when she's a bitch like, thats the kinda ride or die i wantttt.

I feel u bc i cant do angst that effects the reader lol.

Guestprofessor yooooo i love that dynamic!!! I rarely read gojo (or geto too) bc i rarely find a version of him that doesnt turn his charisma into fuckboyness like it just aint for me, but w.e the girlies enjoy :p

Ohhh i do need to check out those websites even tho i have nowhere to go rip. I love me a gown but they almost never reach past my shins 💀 got that damn amazoness genetic smh

LMFAOOO ur so real for that. Tbh cho could be a virgin and id still talk to him like a two dollar hoe 😭

Sending u all the good vibes frrrrr its always fun chatting w u too kali babes 😚

🍒 anon

Awe you are so sweet reading it again. I hope I can get the next part out tonight for u, I’m getting 2 people to read so once they are done I will make changes and post. 

LMFAO im crying cause you are like the 3rd person who told me that part had them heated. But hehe funny you should mention fucking him in front of her…. *shhhh*

Yeah no I would need the games to keep me interested lmfao. Oooh corruption kink!  you know until Choso I never had one of those but I just want to ruin him dskhfkjhdkHSa. But relatable, sometimes you just flirt because you can LOL

Oh no, im so sorry to hear about your SA trauma. I completely understand. While I don’t necessarily have drama, I think another reason I lean towards bimbo!reader is I don’t like how society places a woman’s value on virginity. It’s a totally different thing that wanting to be someone’s first or even corrupting, cause im into those kinks too. I don’t like when it seems like the whole value of them is their virginity if it makes sense. 

I actually own a tarot deck too! But I haven’t studied it enough to do it on my own. I’ve had mine done by friends before though!

Lmfao yeah gf!choso reader is also a bit crazy, when I eventually do the p3 to that, it will go into more of how she doesn’t have bloodlust like choso, and actually wants him to slow down a bit so he doesn’t get caught (gf!choso finds himself not needing to kill as much bc he has reader as a stress release). But she doesn’t have qualms with blood or the fact he’s a serial killer lolol. She kinda slow lowkey lolol. Her mind: “killing is bad. But I love Choso and he loves me so Choso is good too.” I mean she joined his major cause she watched Dexter so she aint the brightest bulb. jhdfkhdskjfhsd. <3 Unlike plug!choso sorority bimbo tho, she is never ashamed of Choso and wants him to come to frat parties as her date (which he reluctantly goes to because he’s whipped and jealous as all hell). Ahhh I rambled about this too much lol

Oooh how tall are you if you don’t mind me asking? Im 5’7 and some of the gowns I got from there drag a bit so maybe you’d have more luck with them!

Mwahhmwahhh babes <3333

[bratz-kitten]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS [part 5]

— people with jupiter in the 8th may experience an “abundance” of traumatic experiences throughout life, often relating to death; these are the people who truly feel like everyone they love ends up dying. at their worst, they can become desensitized to death— jupiter is ruled by sagittarius, a sign known for being in denial when in difficult situations in favor of optimism. these natives can pretend like nothing actually happened, or minimize the situation in their head so that they don’t have to face it.

— okay this might be a weird one... like, you know in asoiaf when arya was walking through the streets and was always like “i’m as quiet as a shadow”? that’s literally the energy of someone with planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house. these people are so stealthy. they’re able to move so quietly and without anyone noticing, both literally and figuratively. on one hand, they’re very quiet about their plans and ambitions to the point where other people only find out when they’re achieving success over it; on the other hand, they just. don’t like making noise while walking idk bitch you’ll only see me coming when i’m right beside you, i even get paranoid that i’m breathing too loud and that other people will hear 

— people with moon aspecting mars can be incredibly impulsive when they feel hurt or triggered. yall need to be careful with doing things in the heat of the moment that you know you’ll regret later... but in the moment, you feel so hurt that it clouds your rational side. please be more self-aware about this because you may make decisions that will directly affect you for the worse in the future 

— people with leo mars ft. constantly asking you for pictures... about anything. they just wanna SEE LMFAO THEY DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS THEY’RE SEEING. you just got ready to go out? “send pics of your makeup and your full outfit”. you’re waiting in a long boring line to get the covid vaccine? “send pics of the line”. your mom baked cake? “send pics of the cake”. plus they send so many random pictures while texting, it’s their special love language

— having moon conjunct moon/venus in synastry feels insane. you tell them something you’ve been through, and they’re immediately like “that happened with me as well.” it doesn’t even have to be something grand, sometimes just very specific things you thought were particular about you. the amount of understanding that comes with this aspect in synastry can feel very new and intense especially if you’re used to seeing yourself as the “odd one out”, used to feeling isolated in your experiences 

— people with pluto in the 1st house often feel the need to erase “traces” of their existence, for example deleting messages that they sent people, deleting all of their social media posts. they can feel anxious and paranoid about other people having access to their past self, even if the past self in question is from, like. a week ago 

— people with chiron in the water houses (4th/8th/12th) might’ve suffered bullying to the point where they repress their memories. a lot of their memories of their school years may feel foggy if they were bullied in those years

— also. people with chiron in the 8th house may feel as though they’ve been punished for wanting to experience intimacy. it’s like, the people who were supposed to be the closest to them – for example, their sibling or something – were the ones who hurt them the most. 

— people with mercury-neptune aspects and strong pisces/neptune energy in their birth chart might struggle with only remembering things when they’re right in front of them. you should keep things in your peripheral vision to remind you of reality, especially when it comes to feelings— so that you won’t start getting lost inside your own head. like... keep the letters your friends wrote you by your bedside table so you can read them every time your brain starts convincing you that you’re not loved. keep the gifts you’ve been sent on display in your bedroom wall, or sentimental material things that remind you of past happy experiences.

— earth placements and their thing for asmr... omfg. it’s like they’re always looking for things to up their sensory experience/sensitivity. like, earth signs are the ones most connected to worldly experiences so they feel so soothed with the whole asmr experience: just hearing someone gently whispering or tapping on/scratching things calms them down and helps them fall asleep. they love the tingles it’s heaven for them

— moon-saturn aspects might hold and caress themselves while they sleep because their parents never did. yes i woke up and chose violence <3 your secret is NOT safe with me 💋

— while we’re on the topic of sleeping, a majority of the pisces moons i know need to sleep while hugging something, at least a pillow. they can’t just not hug something while they sleep, it’s very instinctive for them. anyways if any pisces moon needs a pillow to hold, i volunteer as tribute 💋

— virgo placements feel sososo soothed by hearing their cats purr. thinking about how my virgo placement friends are always the ones who send me videos of them petting their cats... and then i get soothed by how soothed they feel. it’s a win win situation, if you have virgo placements it’s hereby your duty to send me a video of you petting your cat while they purr. right now. GO

— people with gemini in the 3rd house might have shaky movements of the hands when other people look at them doing things. very specific i know but the third house rules hands and gemini is a sign that has somewhat of an anxious, twitchy quality to it. on the other hand, people with capricorn in the 3rd house (scorpio risings, using whole signs) have the steadiest hands i’ve ever seen lol their movements ooze confidence, these bitches know how to make you feel as thought they know exactly what they’re doing

— people with venus in the 1st house ft. altering their pics with photoshop and hating posting selfies without filters because they never feel like their appearance is good enough. stop it. you don’t need to always look your best and especially not if your ‘best’ isn’t even what you actually look like. also... don’t even think about making self-deprecative jokes about your appearance. next time i find one of yall saying “ahaha im not bad for a 5 without talent” i’m squishing your head between 2 pieces of toast and calling you an idiot sandwich. you’re BEAUTIFUL 

— having venus in the 3rd house in composite with someone? do you mean calling each other the absolute ugliest nicknames in the most endearing way? 

— leo deals with themes of the ego, and it seems that leo placements often struggle with attracting narcissistic people into their life... leo suns/mercuries can be raised by loud, overbearing, narcissistic parents who see their kid as an extension of themselves and who teach the kid to always be very supportive and caring towards them or else they’ll deny them of words of affirmation-- either by insulting them to shatter their self-esteem or simply never complimenting the kid back. leo moons/mars/venus tend to attract narcissistic partners who only care about serving their own emotional needs and ignore the ones of their partner, and who feed off of their supportive and giving nature. which is why leo placements really need to watch out for being gullible, naïve and dismissing the red flags because my god, you be falling for some shady people. 

— people with personal planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house might feel like they can’t let go of their past life— they may dream of memories, people or places from another life. it’s like they can’t detach from it, and even if they can’t directly remember their past life, it’s like they feel it in their bones. also, they might’ve felt... estranged from their family ever since childhood; there may have been feelings of being unable to emotionally connect to their (often, distant) parents, and they might’ve even wondered if they were adopted because of how different they felt to the rest of the family. 

— okay so, a thing that people with saturn in the 3rd house need to look out for is mentally checking out of conversations while they’re still happening. these people can detect when they’re being manipulated really fast and their way of dealing with it can be to immediately shut down, to grow cold and silent and not even bother answering when you’re expected to respond. and, like, that’s great when someone starts screaming at you or being insulting/trying to coerce you into shit, but take notice if you find yourself shutting your loved ones out as soon as they say anything that triggers you. don’t simply detach from them, communicate what’s wrong

— aries placements, ESPECIALLY aries suns and moons, value generosity so much and they get so turned off by stingy ppl who don’t share with others, especially when others need it. like.. if you’re hanging out in a group with them and someone asks for a bite of your food because they have no money and you say no... espect them to never respect you. ever. 

— people with libra placements use soooo many adjectives to describe things. something can’t just be beautiful, it has to be DIVINE and CELESTIAL and INTOXICATING. they can be so expressive god it’s so fcking funny 

— capricorn placements HATE asking others for advice because they think no one knows better than them (and they’re not wrong, lol). when they truly care for someone, they might ask the person for advice simply as a sign that they respect, trust and value their judgement. even if they don’t plan on taking it LMFAO 

— people with mars in a water sign can have this terrible habit of expecting other people to guess what they want. and then they get passive agressive when you don’t instinctively feel what it is they want... and when you ask them “do you want this?”, they go like “FINALLY. i thought you’d never get there”. stop it. i know that you want people to understand you in a way that transcends words, but you can’t expect people to read your mind and then get disappointed when they don’t, thinking “oh if they loved me that much then they would’ve known that i really want chipotle for dinner :(” GIRL WHAT. COMMUNICATE YOUR NEEDS  

[kkyaka]

A Lost Bet

Summary: You lost a bet between your friend, but the lost pales in comparison to what turned your life upside down

Pairing: Werewolf!Kirishima Eijirou x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 14,316 (...y’all, I am so sorry)

Warnings: fluff at multiple points in this thing, a/b/o dynamics??? sort of, reader’s human, little bit of stalking (but kiri means well), mentions of blood, deer killing (i’m sorry to deer lovers, but read it and you’ll understand LMFAO), courting, little bit of angst, shindou is an antagonist, nudity, actual wolves, monsterfucking, smut, kiri’s having his rut, male masturbation, oral (f), panty sniffing and licking??? (YALL, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, decent amount of praise, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, marking, mating, knotting, talks of breeding, breeding kink basically, little bit of a lactation kink, aftercare and as usual (my trademark): fluff at the end of mind-blowing sex (if i missed anything, let me know cause I probably did, there’s a lot here), all characters are 20+

A/N: So, this is technically for the Only Fans Monster Collab, and this is SUPER LATE, but this had been rotting my brain, and I needed to write it, and, yes, once again, the word count did get away from me, I just went ham on this fic ngl lmfao, but I hope you enjoy it! 

@miggiisdumb​

"I'm telling you. There's nothing out here. And I told you that werewolves don't exist."

"Come on! There has to be some kind of evidence that there is!" You roll your eyes, looking back down at your phone even though she can't see you.

Your friend had heard rumors about werewolves and that they were "very much real" in your town, but you didn't believe it. You're not living in a Twilight movie. So, to prove her wrong, you decided to go out late at night, telling her that nothing or no one would come out, and you could win the bet. Simple, easy. A piece of cake even.

You rub your arms as you walk through the forest, your breath visible in front of you as you huff, the colder weather starting to kick in. "See? Literally, nothing is happening, and I don't hear a single thing," you emphasize. "Looks like you owe me lunch for the next week," you gloat, and you can hear her roll her eyes through the phone. You're about to turn around, satisfied with your victory when you hear a stick snap. You quickly turn your head in the direction of the sound that was definitely too loud for a squirrel or something small to make.

"Hey, are you okay?" You look back down at your phone, forgetting that your friend was on the phone in the midst of fear rising in your body.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just making sure I'm still winning," you respond, attempting to tone down the fear in your voice.

"Whatever," she grumbles. "Just get back home and tell me what you want," she laments, and you smile again, turning around to head back to your car.

When you finally turn, there's a huge figure in front of you, and you shriek loudly as you fall to the ground, the noise echoing through the forest. You can't move as your eyes land on...a wolf? There's no way, but it's bigger than any wolf you've seen on TV. And it's snarling at you, it's eyes blood red.

"y/n?! Are you okay?! What happened?!" your friend yells, and you glance down at the device next to your hand on the ground without turning your head, not keeping your eyes off of the animal for long.

"Nothing," you say quickly. "I tripped, I'm fine." Your body is frozen but trembling at the same time, and your closest help is on the phone, miles away from the woods. Your breathing is shaky, and it starts to come closer to you, and you can't move.

It's nearly in your face when you hear another growl, and you turn your head to see another one? The animal in front of you turns its head, and it backs away, fully turning its attention to the other one, which looks even bigger than the one, but its eyes are just as red.

It jumps in front of it, and they just stare each other down, not moving, and all you can do is watch, frozen in fear. The smaller but very much gigantic wolf looks back at you before running off, and in the middle of your mind racing and blaring alarms, you try to comprehend what in the fuck is happening.

The bigger wolf watches it leave, but when it turns to you, you jump, moving backward on the ground until your back hits a tree, the wolf following you. You're shaking uncontrollably now, nowhere to go, and you ultimately prepare for the worst. It carefully stalks towards you, and you shrink against the tree like it'll save you, and when it gets towards your face, you turn your head, wincing as you think that this is how you'll go out, and with the knowledge that your friend was fucking right.

You can feel its breath on your face, and your eyes open wide when you feel it lick up your neck. You carefully look at it, meeting its eyes before taking a deep breath. "You're not gonna eat me?" you ask pathetically, your voice barely audible even to your own ears, and it blinks at you.

You hesitate to move, but when it shows no sign of aggression, you carefully stand, the wolf taking a small step back to give you some room. You stare at it, many emotions running through you, and it nudges your hand softly, and you slowly lift your hand up, placing it on its head.

Its fur is soft, and a small smile forms on your face as it pushes its head further into your hand, its tail wagging when you scratch behind its ear. You huff out a laugh in disbelief, taking your hand away, and you watch it step back before it crouches down.

You watch in confusion, and your face morphs into fascination and then surprise when you watch it turn into a human right in front of your very eyes. The man stands up fully, and you know you have a look of bewilderment on your face, but then your eyes fall down his body.

"Oh, my God, you're naked," you exclaim softly, jumping lightly in place as you look away, and you hear footsteps coming closer to you.

"Are you okay?" The voice is deep but quiet, and you look up, seeing a redhead towering over you. You gulp heavily as you nod your head, too overwhelmed by everything that's happened in so little time. "Why are you out here by yourself?"

You take a little longer to respond, the man speaking in perfect English even though he just shifted from a wolf surprising you. "Werewolves are real?" you answer, your voice in complete disbelief.

He chuckles quietly, giving you a short shrug. "As far as I can tell," he jokes, and you notice the ears on his head twitching slightly, and in your peripheral, you can see the tail swishing behind him. "But seriously, are you okay?"

You nod quickly, sighing as you cross your arms over your chest. "Yeah, just a little bit...shocked," you describe, and you gasp when you remember that your friend was still on the phone. You look around for it, finding it under a couple of leaves, wiping the dirt off as you see that she hadn't hung up the phone.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she screams when you finally speak to her, and you glance at the man in front of you before responding.

"Nothing, just got a little sidetracked, I'm heading to my car now."

"I can walk you back," he offers, and you shake your head, not really knowing how you would manage to walk back to your car with a naked man beside you.

"No, it's okay. I can manage." You give him a soft smile talking to your friend when she speaks again, and you wave at him before walking back to your car.

Did you tell your friend that she was right? Uh, no. Did you go back in the woods a couple of days later to try and find him again? Stupidly, yes, you did. You roughly remember where the encounter happened, and you felt bad because you didn't even thank the guy, and it had been bugging you.

This time, you decided to go as the sun is starting to set, thinking that going late at night wasn't this best idea, but hell, going back out here again is fucking stupid. You look around hyper-aware of your surroundings this time, but there's no way you'd be able to sense a wolf coming out of nowhere.

You think you hear something behind you, but when you look there's nothing there, and when you look back in front of you, you're screaming and finding yourself back against a tree as a different wolf corners you against it.

Its fur is more of a dark brown, and it's not as big as the man a couple of days ago, but it's still as menacing. You grimace as you try to keep eye contact as you hold your hands up. "I'm just looking for someone," you start, your voice strained as you try to keep your distance from it as it gets in your face. "He saved me a couple days ago, I just wanted to thank him," you explain, hoping that it can understand you or at least see that you're not a threat.

"Relax, Bakugou, she's okay." You relax slightly when you hear the familiar voice, and the wolf huffs at you before backing away, and you're still in shock when you watch it shift into a man as well.

"So, the nakedness is a common theme, I see," you comment under your breath as the blonde man in front of you crosses his arms, a deep scowl on his face as the redhead walks up towards you, naked as well of course.

"You're not allowed here," Bakugou tells you.

"I know, I know," you answer quickly. "I just wanted to say thanks for saving me earlier. I realized I didn't say it, so..." You trail off, looking between the two taller men.

"You didn't have to put yourself in danger to do that," the taller one muses, and you respond with a hesitant smile as you shrug.

"Yeah, but there was really no other way to do it." Bakugou rolls his eyes, moving to survey the area as the man keeps his attention on you.

"Well, you're welcome," he tells you warmly. "And I'm Kirishima. And you've obviously already met Bakugou." The blond just huffs at his words, and you laugh softly as you tell him your name. "That's really pretty," he tells you like it's something he wasn't really supposed to say out loud, and he clears his throat when he hears his words. "You should probably get back before it gets too dark."

"Right," you start, taking a step forward. "Thanks again, Kirishima." You both share another private smile before you walk off, Kirishima watching you go.

"Don't do it," Bakugou tells him when you finally disappear. "She's human, Kirishima," he adds like that isn't the most obvious thing in the world, and Kirishima sighs as he looks towards his friend.

"You can't pick them, Bakugou. You know that better than anyone," he says, and Bakugou only responds with a roll of his eyes, but Kirishima can see him trying to hide the faint pink appearing in his cheeks.

You've obviously come to the conclusion that you'll never see Kirishima again, but that doesn't mean that you still don't think about him every now and then. You ended up asking your friend more about werewolves coming up with some bullshit excuse like you just wanted to know where she got her information from, and it just went deeper from there.

Of course, there's not much recent information, and you figured since werewolves are "rumored," they prefer to stay hidden, so you didn't tell your friend anything about your encounters with not one, but three werewolves. It's been going on three weeks now, and nothing's really changed, but a part of you is disappointed. You've just gone on with your life like nothing happened, doing the mundane things you've always done: go to work, go to the store if you need to, go home, go to sleep, hang out with your friends if you're all free.

You finally have a weekend off, happy that you finally get some time to yourself, and you open the front door, getting ready to walk to the end of your driveway and get the mail when you notice something on your doorstep. You almost stepped on it, but you manage to step around it just in time, looking down to see a pile of flowers.

They look like they've been hand-picked, and you crouch down, looking over it before you look around, seeing if you can see who could've done this because it looks too put together to be unintentional, but you don't see anyone. You're a little skeptical about it, so you go get your mail before touching it, but as you're walking back into your house, you find yourself stopping to look at it again.

The flowers are really pretty, beautiful even, and you bite down on the chance that whoever did this isn't some creepy stalker that's trying to hurt you, and you pick up the flowers before walking inside.

~

You've put the flowers in an old vase you had found, and they hadn't even died yet, and there's more on your doorstep, this time the assortment is even bigger. You frown in concern and a little in fear, and you try to sense if someone could be watching you, but you don't really feel anything, and you're not fully sure what causes a shiver to run down your spine.

But there's a part of you that doesn't want to throw them away, so you just place them in a planter you have, leaving them outside. You've asked your friends if they're playing some kind of prank on you, but they tell you that they have no idea what you're talking about, and you don't talk about it like you're worried so that they don't get concerned.

You wait for an even bigger arrangement to be on your doorstep, but it never comes. You had been thinking about it almost everywhere you went, but every time you open your door, expecting to see it, but you don't. You shake off your worry as nothing since everything seems to be going back to normal, and you don't think about it again.

You're hot. Like ridiculously hot. You groan softly, your skin almost sticky with sweat, and you remember having the heat on, but you don't remember having it set to an inferno. You go to push the blankets off of you in your barely awake state, but you stop moving slowly when your blankets have suddenly become solid, and when you realize that you're not doing that much moving.

Because you can't. When you try to move your body, it doesn't budge, and as you wake up and start to become more coherent, you start to hear breathing that's not yours, and your neck is the hottest part of your body. You open your eyes, realizing that there is a body on top of you.

Your eyes widen as you start to flail, shocked screams that sound more like gibberish flying out of your mouth, and the person's head sits up suddenly, their body not moving off of yours. "Kirishima? What the fuck?" you exhale, letting your head fall back against the pillows when you realize he's technically not a stranger in your bed.

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asks, the moonlight coming in from the window illuminating his face, and you can see concern laced with the utmost attention on his face, his ears upright.

You sigh heavily as you close your eyes for a split second before looking back at him. "No, you scared me. I thought someone had broken in, or--" You don't mean to raise your voice at him but you were awoken to what seemed like a terrible surprise, and your adrenaline levels are through the roof.

His ears fall as he slumps slightly, making you realize how much of his weight is actually on you. "But you took care of the flowers, and you left the window open so I thought--"

"You left the flowers?" you ask, looking at your alarm clock, rubbing your eyes when you see that it's three in the morning. You did leave the window open, doing so in order to get some fresh air in while you were cleaning and you must've been too tired to realize that you hadn't closed it for the night. "Wait, you were stalking me?"

He gives you a shy look as he glances somewhere off to the side. "I didn't mean to scare you, honest. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he says softly.

"By sneaking into my house at night and giving me a heart attack?" The look he gives you is even more pitiful, his ears practically pinned to his head, and he starts to move.

"I can just go if--"

"No," you start, grabbing his arm as you sigh again. "I'm sorry, it's just the adrenaline." His ears perk up a little, and he's already here; there's no point in sending him off now, and you don't know how long he's been here. "You can stay, just give a girl a heads-up the next time."

You hear a fwapping sound on your bed, realizing it's his tail wagging before he falls back on you again, nearly knocking the wind out of you before he happily nuzzles your neck. It tickles a little, so you laugh softly, pushing his head away. "Okay, okay! I said you can stay, but you can't stay on top of me. I feel like I'm gonna melt."

He moves off of you, but it's not even a second before he's got you on your side, one arm wrapped around you. You're finally able to kick the blankets off, nearly sighing in relief when you feel cool air finally hit your skin. You can still hear his tail wagging, and you can't help but smile, really wondering what in the hell you've gotten yourself into.

~

When you wake up in the morning, the sun is directly in your face, causing you to move a hand in front of your face to block the light. You go to move, but when you can't, the event that happened floods back into your mind. You turn to try and see him, but you're just met with his chest, having to look up to see his face.

He's actually not snoring too loud, his ears twitching every now and then, and you shake your head at the absurdity of the situation you're currently in. You try to slide out of his arm, but once you start moving away from him, the arm around your middle tightens. "Where ya going?" he slurs, his eyes still closed, and you're surprised he can have such a tight grip when he's half-asleep.

"To use the bathroom. I'll be right back." He reluctantly lets you go, and you stretch when you finally stand, shivering slightly now that his warmth isn't against your back. You yawn as you pad towards the bathroom, brushing your teeth after you pee and wash your hands, and when you open the door, you gasp loudly seeing Kirishima standing on the other side.

"Morning," he chirps, his tail wagging softly, and you half-smile as you let your hand fall from the doorknob.

"Morning," you say, your voice saying that this whole thing is still pretty shocking to you, and you squeeze past him, walking back into your room, a plan in your mind to find something to eat, but once you get past him, his arms are wrapped around you, and he's walking with you into the kitchen. Sure, start off your morning with some breakfast and a werewolf attached to you.

You're not even sitting on a chair at your dining table, your sitting in his lap, and he just sits there, occasionally rubbing his nose on your neck as you eat and watch TV. You're amazed at yourself that you're not as bothered as you figured you should be, but he's not really hindering you from doing anything, and it is your weekend off, so it's not so bad.

"Are you gonna leave soon?" you wonder, and when you look at him, his ears have fallen again.

"You don't want me to stay?"

"No, no. I was just--I mean, what about your friends?" you ask, and he just gives you a shrug as his arms tighten around your waist.

"They'll be fine." It's all he says before he turns his attention back to the nature documentary that you had put on because it seemed to grab all of his attention. You look at him for a second before you finish off the rest of your food.

You start to think about everything that's occurred in the last week, and you remember reading something about how werewolves court, but it was outdated, and there wasn't anything that was particularly human-related, so the last thing you expected was an open window to be an invitation to just come on in.

You spend the rest of the day doing nothing basically, not really wanting to because you had no reason to leave, but everywhere you went, Kirishima was there, even standing outside the door while you went to the bathroom just like he did this morning, and you were nearly expecting him to just come in with you.

Your friend had texted you earlier, making plans and you agreed, you not being the one to turn down a girl's night, and when you tell Kirishima, he looks more than distraught. "You're leaving?"

"It's only gonna be for a couple of hours," you respond, deciding to wait until he leaves to start changing, but it doesn't look like he's going to budge.

"Can I go with you?" It's like you're seeing actually puppy dog eyes, and you grimace softly.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. No one knows about your...kind, right? You can't risk it," you try.

"I can hide it, I've done it before." You sigh, starting to feel bad, but it's just supposed to be you and your friends.

"You can't, Kirishima, I'm sorry. I'll be back though, and then you'll see me again, okay?" You try to find a middle ground, and it seems to work because even though he slouched over, his ears down, he nods. "You can come see me again. It'll be like I never left." He doesn't look any more pleased, and he gives you your space as you decide on an outfit to wear, gently ushering him out of the room so you can change.

When you come out of your room, he's on you again, but this time you feel his tongue on your neck. "What the hell are you doing?" you nearly screech in shock, pushing him away lightly, and he backs away for a second, but he's still on top of you.

"You won't smell like me anymore," he mumbles against your skin, and you huff softly as you rub a hand over his head.

"It's just a girl's night, okay? My "smell" shouldn't change that much," you tell him, but it doesn't deter him, and he keeps touching you until he feels like he's done enough. "Am I good to go?" you ask playfully, and he doesn't look that happy, but he nods anyway.

Your phone dings with a text, and you look at it before heading towards the door. "Okay, my ride's here. I'll see you later." And that's the last thing you say before heading out the door.

When you're friend drops you off, it takes a little bit longer for you to get to the door, you're not drunk, but you're definitely a couple of steps from it. You fumble with your keys until you finally get it in the lock, stumbling through the door and closing it behind you before locking it.

You're too focused on taking your shoes off to notice anything else but the task that you're doing, and when you look up, you see Kirishima standing in front of you. You jump, your hand coming up to your chest before you sigh heavily. "Kirishima? What are you doing here?"

"You said you were gonna be back in a couple of hours."

"I thought you would be--well, I did say that," you surrender, and when you try to take a step forward, he crowds you against the door, doing the same thing he did to you before you left.

"You smell like another man," he starts. "I thought you said it was a girl's night."

You scoff as you just let him keep doing what he's doing, knowing that you read something about this, so it's probably going to be a normal occurrence. "Well, yeah that's what I told you, but I wasn't actively hanging out with any guys tonight."

"Is there someone else?" he asks suddenly, his head snapping up to look at your face, and you frown.

"What? Kiri, no. I swear, there were just some guys at this place we went to. Nothing happened," you reassure, noticing that he looks really upset, and you rub your head, feeling a headache coming on. "I need my bed," you say softly, and you go to turn, but suddenly your feet aren't on the floor anymore. Kirishima's carrying you now, and he's walking into your room and towards your bed, and you struggle in his arms slightly. "Wait, I need to brush my teeth or at least change into my pajamas."

"That can wait," he says, leaving no room for argument, and you can't really fight him once you hit the sheets, sleep coming out of literally nowhere, and you can already feel yourself drifting off. You groan quietly when you feel Kirishima lay on top of you, but sleep is already coming over you, and within minutes you're out.

~

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it feels like there's a wad of cotton in your mouth, and you swallow heavily in an attempt to wet your mouth and your throat. The second thing you notice is that you can't move. Again.

You can't even throw his arm off of you, and you sigh, relaxing before you try again. "I'm not letting you leave," he says.

"But I have to pee," you moan. "And shower, just do anything hygiene-related in general," you add, and you expect him to let you up, but you're thrown for a loop when you suddenly feel weightless and you're nearing the bathroom door, but you're not walking there yourself. He sits you on the counter, and when you try to move, he puts a firm hand on your stomach.

"Don't move." His voice is soft, but it's firmer than it's ever been, so you don't move, and he places a hand on your forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"My head kinda hurts," you say softly, and he nods before leaving the bathroom, and you quickly pee before he comes back, sitting back on the counter. He comes back with a cup of water, grabbing some pain medication and handing it to you.

You take it, and then he's grabbing your toothbrush, and you try to push him away when he tries to do it for you, but he stops you again. "Let me take care of you." You sigh quietly, the look on his face making you relent, and you sit there, letting him brush your teeth, and you actually can tell how big he actually is compared to you.

Even sitting on the counter, he's still towering over you, and he wipes your face off with a washcloth, moving to the shower next. He turns on the water, setting it to a temperature that he thinks is good enough for you before moving you off the counter.

You lift your arms up so that he can take your dress off, and as he takes off the rest of your clothes, you try to hide yourself, but he doesn't seem to really notice because he's pushing you towards the tub. You step in, the water feeling so refreshing that you don't realize that he's gotten in with you until you feel his hands on your shoulders.

You turn around, your face meeting just over his sternum, and you actually take your time to look at him even more as he's washing you, and your eyes widen when you realize that his body isn't the only big thing about him. You never really noticed it because you didn't just want to look at his junk, but now that he's standing here in front of you, it's hard for you to tear your eyes away from it.

He's completely focused on you, turning you around to wash the other side of you, and his hands are so soft against your skin that you can't really think about anything else, but you really can't when he rinses you off and pulls you against his body. His big arms wrap around your middle, and you hum softly when you feel his lips on your neck, brushing over the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His nose moves over it before you feel his teeth graze over the spot, but then he stops. "Not yet," he mumbles, and you frown as you turn your head to face him.

"Not yet?" you repeat, and he just looks at you, nodding his head in confirmation.

"Not yet." He cuts the water off, getting a towel to dry himself off before drying you off, and you sit on your bed quietly as he rubs lotion over your body.

"I didn't mean to make you upset last night," you start, and he looks up at you as he finishes. "It wasn't my intention," you add, and he just waves you off with a smile, pulling you into his lap.

"It's okay. As long as you don't leave again any time soon." He looks ecstatic, and you hate to burst his bubble, but you might as well rip the band-aid off now.

"I actually have to work this week. I was only home all weekend cause I didn't have to." His ears fall as his hands slow down with their movements against your body. "But I'll be coming back!" you try. "I'll be back before you know it."

He's nowhere near pleased about it, but he decides to try and make up for it by keeping you in his arms for the rest of the day, barely letting you leave.

~

Trying to leave was taking a lot longer than it usually does, having to convince Kirishima that you would be back, and with him scenting you on top of that, another thing that you definitely decided would happen very often. You basically had to pull yourself out of the door, giving him a few scratches behind his ear to finally let you go.

You don't have to hesitate to admit that you'd rather be at home than sitting at a desk all day, already surprised with yourself that you're so suddenly used to have Kirishima attached at your hip that you feel kind of empty? in a way. You think about calling him, but you haven't even given him your number, and you don't even know if he has a phone.

You do have a house phone though, but the moment you try to reach for it, your manager comes to tell you that he's dragging you into another meeting. You discreetly roll your eyes as you stand. The phone call will just have to wait, but you're pretty sure he's fine.

Kirishima is restless. And that's putting it lightly. He's been pacing around your house since you left, and time feels like it's moving in slow motion. He's laying on the bed, but that seemed to make time move even slower. You told him when you were going to be back, so out of complete boredom, he goes back to his actual home, hoping that he doesn't come back to it being complete chaos.

When he gets there, it's just Bakugou, and he doesn't waste any time commenting on what he's doing. "You came back a lot sooner than expected," he starts, but his voice softens a little when he speaks again. "She reject the flowers? I told you it wasn't a good idea."

"No," Kirishima starts with a soft laugh even though his body is displaying how upset he is. "She has work, so I'm by myself for the next six hours."

"That's what humans do. I told you that when you first had the thought, and you knew that when you first had the thought, but--"

"Alright, alright, Bakugou. I get it." He sighs, rubbing a hand on his neck. "But you've experienced it all, and I haven't. Even if she's human, and even if I get to experience a little bit of it, I want to."

He doesn't respond to that, only giving him a look that Kirishima can interpret as understanding. "You do know that there's a risk since she isn't claimed, right? Shindou is still out there. Who knows what he's doing right now."

"I won't let that happen," Kirishima states. "I'm not going to let anything happen to her, and won't let him get near her."

Bakugou waves him off with his hand, a half-grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Whenever you do find him, call me. Let me get a few hits in."

A smile breaks out on Kirishima's face as he shakes his head fondly before he nods. "Yeah, always."

When you get back home, you're more than surprised when you're not backed against the door, a werewolf scenting you down. It's too quiet in the house as you slip your shoes off, throwing your keys on the tiny table you have by your door. You check your room first, confusion covering your face when you see the sheets are unmade but there's no one in the bed.

The house actually looks like it hasn't been touched, and you're racking your brain trying to figure out where Kirishima could've gone because you're back at the time you told him, so he shouldn't be out looking for you. You walk into the kitchen, and you look out the window to see Kirishina outside, rolling in a pile of leaves. As a wolf.

You scramble through your back door, running up to him, and he hears you before you even turn the corner, and you have to stop in order to not run into him. "What the hell are you doing?" you start, and he turns his head to the side, his tag wagging vigorously behind him. "You can't be out here! Like this!" You wave your arms at his form, and he tilts his head, sitting down in front of you, and even in this form, he's still way bigger than you, his head at your chest.

You don't even know if he can understand you, but you keep talking anyway. "Someone could see you. You can't be a wolf in my backyard." He finally shifts, standing tall in front of you and naked in your fucking backyard.

"Sorry, I just didn't know what to do while you were gone," he says, and your sigh is audible as you close your eyes, rubbing your fingers over your forehead.

"I get that, but if you wanna go wolf, you can't do that here. There's some woods not too far from here, and you can run around or play or whatever, just not here." You repeat yourself, not knowing what could've happened if someone were to see him, and you know there's absolutely nothing you could use as an excuse.

His ears fall a little as he nods, and he's following you closely into the house when you walk back inside, and you collapse on your bed. It's not too long before you're being flipped over, and a weight is on top of you, and thankfully he's put on some sweats as he starts to return your smell back to him.

You're able to reach for the remote without having to move, and you turn on the TV, having to turn the volume up due to Kirishima's tail smacking the bed. He doesn't move off of you after he's done, his nose rubbing against your neck.

"Are you happy now?" you chide since his tail hasn't stopped moving since you've gotten home, and he makes a happy noise that sounds more like a small growl.

"I have nothing to do when you're gone," he says against your skin, his arms wrapping around you tighter, and you huff softly, moving a hand up to scratch as his ears, and you swear you can hear him purring as he tilts his head towards your hand. "I hate it when you leave."

"I know, but I have to. If I could stay home then I would. But I'll come back. I'm not leaving." Or rather you really can't, because at the end of the day this is your house, but you don't add that part in. "So, what else did you do today besides roll around in the backyard?"

"I went to go see Bakugou, and--" He stops, his body going stiff for a second before he lifts his head to look at you, and your hand drops from his head in question. "Be careful, okay?"

Your mouth drops open slightly, stunned at his sudden statement. "For what?"

"Just be careful. Promise me you will."

You nod shortly. "Yeah, okay." And he drops his head back into your neck, pushing his head back into your hand, and you start rubbing behind his ears again like nothing happened.

~

It's been about a month since you met Kirishima, and you guess you could call him your boyfriend? Nothing coupley has really happened by human standards you would say, but he's practically moved in at this point. You have noticed that for the past couple of days he's been more distant, not laying on top of you as much, and you wonder why.

He's never home most of the time, and instead of seeing him all of the time when you're home, you're seeing him a couple of times a night. You haven't really questioned him about it because he's reassured you time after time that it has nothing to do with you, he's just going through something right now. He tells you there's nothing you can do when you ask if you can help him, and he drops it at that, running off into the night again.

You've been swamped with so much work lately that you haven't had enough time to think about the possibilities it could be, figuring it has to do with something about him being a werewolf, and when you come home, he's not rubbing himself all over you once you walk in the door.

Not even a couple of minutes after you close the door, you hear rustling on your front porch, so you turn around, opening the door, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a loud thump on your doorstep. You think it's Kirishima as you finish swinging the door open, but he's standing right in front of you. With blood on his face.

Your brows furrow as you look down, stopping the scream that comes out of your mouth with your hand when you see a deer laying by his feet, and it definitely doesn't look alive. You look back at him in horror, but he just has a smile on his face, his tail wagging behind him.

"W-What?" It's all you can say, not knowing what to say, the smell of blood starting to flood into your nose.

"I hadn't shown you that I could provide for you," is all the information he gives you, and it takes you a second to come up with something to respond with.

"Am I supposed to eat that?"

He nods quickly, not tearing his eyes away from you, and you take a deep breath, covering your nose as the smell floods in again. "Um, thank you?" You say slowly, and that somehow makes his tail move even more.

Now where in the actual hell are you going to put that thing? You don't even know how to properly fix a deer in order to not get an internal parasite, and there's no way you're keeping that in your house. "You can just put it on the back porch for now," you say, almost absentmindedly because you're still reeling from the shock of this situation, and he hosts it up on his shoulder like it's as light as a backpack, and when he tries to step in the house, you stop him.

"Outside" you add, pointing outside because you don't want blood all over the house, and he proudly carries it back there, and you pray that no one sees him.

When he comes back, he tries to touch you, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. "You smell like blood," you say, wrinkling your nose now that you can smell him fully now. "Go get in the shower. Now."

He deflates. "But--"

"Now." Your voice is a little louder, more firm, and he slouches even more before making his way towards the bathroom, and you sigh when you hear the door close.

Sometimes, you asked for excitement in your life, but you're not sure if this is exactly what you meant.

You're not back home when you should be, and Kirishima is past worried. He also noticed that the deer was gone roughly a couple of days after he brought it to you. He needed to blow off some steam, and it happened in the heat of the moment, but he realized that he didn't show you that he could be a good mate, and he brought it home.

You wouldn't really do away with it, would you?

His heart sinks a little as he thinks about it, but he's more worried about you. You gave him your number a while ago, but he'd just rather see you with his own eyes than hear your voice over the phone. He's about a step from the door when he hears a car door slam, and he stops, immediately recognizing your scent, and he opens the door when you walk up.

"Where were you?" It's the first thing that comes out of his mouth, his worry taking over, and you adjust your hold on the box you're holding in your arms.

"I had to make a quick stop," you grunt. "Now, if you could move this box is really heavy." He quickly moves out of the way, closing the door behind you as he follows you into the kitchen. You set the box down on the counter heavily, your breathing ragged as you rest your top half on the counter.

"What's in the box?" he asks, his sniffing audible to you, and you set yourself up on the counter next to it.

"The deer you brought me." His eyes widen as they look towards you. "I know absolutely nothing about deer, but someone at work does. And they got it processed. You know, so I don't get sick when I eat it." You end with a sigh. You're gonna be eating deer for a while.

Kirishima stopped listening after your first sentence. "You kept the deer?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not every day a werewolf brings me a deer. And you looked really proud, so I didn't just wanna get rid of it."

He's moving over to you at lightning speed, and you suddenly feel his lips on yours, but the moment you get over your surprise and melt into the kiss, he's pulling away, his face in your neck. "You kept the deer." It sounds like it's supposed to be more to himself than to you, but you still hear it, and you notice that he's paying a lot more attention to the junction between your shoulder and your neck, feeling his nose on it, and then his lips.

He pulls away, stopping himself before it gets too far, and he's moving too fast, and when he finally looks at you, he stops moving. "Is there something special about me keeping the deer?" you ask in disarray, and he nods his head happily, but he doesn't give you an explanation, then he's going rigid, his face falling. "What?"

He steps back from you a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--I just got excited." You tilt your head a little, not understanding what he means, but then it hits you. You grab his hand before you move away from you, giving him a soft smile.

"No, it's okay," you reassure. "It was nice," you say quietly, and he smiles widely as he steps closer to you.

"Then can I kiss you again?" You chuckle at the question but nod your head anyway, and he's crowding you again, and you hold your breath in anticipation, sighing when his lips finally meet yours.

His arms wrap around your waist as your legs spread to fit his body, and he pulls away before leaning in again, this time with a deeper kiss, and your arms wrap around his neck when he picks you up, your legs doing the same as he carries you to your room.

He sets you on the bed carefully, fitting himself back between your thighs as his hands find your waist again. You moan softly as his tongue moves into your mouth slowly, your fingers moving into his hair at the base of his neck. As things get more heated, he pulls away, kissing down your neck as his hands crawl under your shirt, and you notice that his nails feel sharper along with his teeth against your skin.

"Eijirou." You whine it softly into the air when his nails graze over your skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. He pushes your shirt up, his hands starting to grope at your tits, and you moan even louder when you feel his teeth start to bite down on your neck.

He stops then, realizing what he was about to do, and you put a hand on his cheek when he stops moving. He lifts himself up, opening his eyes, but he has to close them when he sees your face, the look on it making it harder for him to fight his urge. "Fuck," he says under his breath, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down.

You lift yourself up with your elbow, and when he finally looks at you again, there's concern etched in your eyes. "Are you okay?"

He nods a little, his body sagging when he sighs. "Yeah. I'm sorry," he starts. "It's not you, I swear," he promises, resting his hands on your arms. "It's just--not yet."

"Okay," you respond with a quiet huff. "We don't have to rush anything, it doesn't bother me." You move a little, fixing your shirt, and his eyes instantly zeroing on your neck, his teeth marks still there, and his brain malfunctions again.

He shakes his head, getting up quickly, and you try to reach for him, but then he's rushing out of the room, and then you hear the front door close.

~

You were worried about Kirishima, so you waited for him to come back, wondering what could be wrong because your concern is growing. You wake up when you feel a weight falling on you, and you immediately wrap your arms around him, realizing you must've fallen asleep waiting for him, and you're glad that you don't have to work tomorrow.

"Where'd you go?" you ask softly, moving a hand to his head, and you notice that his hair is damp, so he must've just gotten out of the shower.

"I wanted to clear my head. I didn't mean to make you worry," he mumbles in your neck, and you move your head away so that he'll look at you.

"Can you tell me what's going on? You're starting to scare me," you tell him honestly, and he sighs as he moves off of you, rolling onto his side and you do the same, facing him.

"It's the full moon. It makes it harder to stay...calm," he finishes slowly and you shrug.

"And that means?"

"My instincts to do certain things start to kick in harder, and I don't want to hurt you." It's not a total lie, but he doesn't want to say what he wants because he doesn't want to scare you away. He doesn't think he will because of how easily you just accepted him into your life, and he knows he's thrown you for a loop, but it's just to be safe.

"You're not gonna hurt me, Eijirou." You say after you laugh lowly between the two of you.

"It's just to be safe," he reiterates.

"Well, thanks for telling me," you say, a yawn following after. "And if there's anything that I can do, just let me know, okay?"

He nods, but little do you know.

Kirishima's back to acting the way that he was, holding onto you every chance he got, being right there at the door when you got home, barely letting you leave to get to work. You actually realized how much you missed it, the feeling of being touched constantly, made you ridiculously touch starved when you weren't surrounded by him. It even got to the point where you were either climbing on top of him or moving him closer to you.

Seeing you act this way only makes Kirishima happier, his tail seeming to wag nonstop now, and you find yourself starting to hate leaving the house, and you really despise going to work even more than you use to. Of course, no one knows about him, not wanting to tell anyone that your boyfriend is a werewolf or wanting to explain a million things to them. Maybe one day, you'll tell one of your friends, but until then, you won't say a word.

When you get home, you're basically pushed out of the door as soon as you get in it, and you try to push against Kirishima, but you don't really do as much moving of him as he is of you. "Kirishima, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, uh, you said you needed to go to the store, right? I'll go with you." He says it quickly, pulling you towards your car, and despite your confusion, you get in anyway.

"Are you hiding something?" you question, putting your keys into the ignition, and he shakes his head, waving you off.

"No, of course not," he denies. "You said you needed to go grocery shopping, and I wanted to get to you before you didn't want to go anymore."

You squint at him, but you start the car anyway, backing out of the driveway.

He's already hiding the very noticeable features about him, and he seems more excited about going to the store than you do. He's walking with his arms wrapped around your waist as you push the shopping cart through the aisles, and there's a couple of times where you can hear his tail moving in his pants, and you have to tell him to knock it off so prevent getting weird looks from strangers.

You're going down the aisles in order so that you don't have to keep going back and forth, but you realize you forgot something that wasn't on the list, and Kirishima offers to go get it. You rest your weight on the cart, making sure it doesn't roll from under you, looking at your phone while you wait for him to come back.

"That seems like a lot of food for just you." You turn your head to the voice, meeting a man with jet black hair that towers over you, and you chuckle.

"Oh, my boyfriend could eat for days, so I have to make sure he's got enough," you joke, and you put yourself flush against the cart when he steps closer to you.

"Well, it doesn't look like your boyfriend's here," he counters. "And it doesn't look like you're claimed either." He whispers the next sentence, and you swallow heavily, Kirishima's warning of being careful blaring in your head. There's something familiar about him, but you can't pin it, and...what does he mean by claimed?

You release an uneasy laugh, trying to push the cart away, but he keeps stalking closer to you, and you don't know what to do because you don't want to make a scene, and you can't just scream Kirishima's name across the store.

"Get the fuck away from her, Shindou." You jump when Kirishima's suddenly next to you, pushing him out of the way and stepping in front of you. You grab onto his arm as you look past it, Shindou's eyes on Kirishima.

"'S been a while since I've seen you in your human form, Eijirou," he muses, but Kirishima doesn't break a smile, his whole body tense. You frown at his statement, trying to piece everything together, but what he says next causes it to all make sense. "I saw her first that night, yet she's the one with you. How does that work?"

He was the other wolf that night? It makes you think that he's the very reason why Kirishima told you to be careful, but you had never crossed paths with him, at least you didn't think you did.

"You could've at least talked to me, instead of stalking towards me like you were gonna kill me," you speak up, and his eyes cut to you, and you hold the stare, not faltering.

You can feel Eijirou's breathing pick up, and you slide your hand into his, feeling his nails getting sharper, and you rub circles onto the back of his hand with your other one. It calms him down a little bit, his nails start to dull, but his breathing stays heavy.

They shouldn't do this here, at least they should know that it isn't a good idea. You don't much about Shindou, but you hope that he's smart enough to not start a fight in the middle of the store aisle.

He smirks at you, looking back at Kirishima. "You two have fun with your shopping," he says before walking off, and you both watch him until he disappears. When you feel Kirishima might follow him, you stop him, tightening your grip on his arm.

"Let's just go, Eiji. That was the last thing on the list," you try, and he turns around, setting his hands on the shopping cart, caging you in-between him before heading towards the register.

He's still tense even after you walk out of the store, and he helps you load the bags in the car when he turns around suddenly. He's looking off somewhere, and you follow his line of sight, but you can't tell what he's looking at. "Kiri--"

"Get in the car," he tells you firmly, and you stop moving towards him, your frown deepening.

"What?"

"Get in the car." He hasn't looked your way, his eyes staring in the direction he's looking at, and you walk in front of him.

"Kirishima, I'm not leaving you. Let's just go, okay? It'll be fine--" You stop when he looks down at you, his eyes redder than they usually are.

"Get in the car and go home." He starts to walk off, and you know there's no way you can stop him, but you try. "I'll be back before you know it." He says it with a smile and then he's running off, and you call after him, but it's no use as you watch him disappear.

~

You waited for him in the parking lot for about an hour, and he never came back. Your hands are shaking with worry as you drive home, quickly hauling the groceries into the house. You sit down on the couch, your leg bouncing as you anxiously wait for Kirishima to come through the door.

You're so wired, you put the groceries away to try and calm yourself, but when he's still not back, you start to pace back and forth. You tried calling his phone, but your heart dropped when you hear it ringing in your room. You lay down on the couch, watching the door, listening for anything, any sign of him, but it never comes.

It's going on four AM now, and your eyes burn with sleep, but you can't bring yourself to close your eyes. The sleep starts to win out about ten minutes later, but then you hear footsteps on the porch, and you're racing to the door. Your hand is hovering over the doorknob, not knowing who could actually be on the other side, but then you hear your name and that familiar voice.

"It's me. You can let me in."

You're swinging the door open, and he's walking inside, and you look at him, but see that his face has blood on it. His shirt is ripped and filled with blood too, and tears fall from your eyes against your will.

"You are a fucking asshole!" you scream, and you try to hit him in the chest, but he catches your wrist, the smile on his face falling. You try to hit him again but stops you once more. "You had me scared shirtless for hours! And you left your fucking phone! And stop catching my wrists so I can fucking hit you!"

You're nearly hysterical, but he grips your wrists a little tighter, pulling your arms down. "Baby, relax. Relax. I'm okay." You don't want to relax. There's tears streaming down your face, and he wipes them away, and your fatigue finally hits you as you slump. "It's over, okay? He won't mess with us anymore." Your eyes widen, and he shakes his head, already knowing what you're thinking. "No, I didn't do that. But he's not anywhere near here anymore."

You nod slowly, looking down as you calm your heart, and he lifts your head up by your chin. "Have you slept?" he asks, and you scoff as you throw your hands up, letting them fall back down at your sides.

"Of course, I haven't slept. I didn't know what happened to you, I was worried." You look down his body again, and you see that he's still bleeding. You grab his hand, ignoring him when he tells you that you need to lay down as you guide him to the bathroom. You make him sit on the toilet as you grab your first aid kit, and you start to clean his wounds and the blood off of him that must not be his.

"You look awful," you whisper, partly scolding him for doing something so stupid, and you see his chest move with a huff.

"You should see the other guy." You give him a look that you don't find the joke funny as you tape up the open wound.

"Are you supposed to heal really fast or something?" you ask, running your fingers over the gauze.

"Shindou's an Alpha, too. It'll take a little longer for it to fully heal." You hum softly as you put the kit away, and then you turn back to him. "I'm sorry I made you scared. I got angry."

"You're an idiot," you deadpan, sniffling loudly.

"But I'm your idiot, right?" You smile despite yourself, shoving him in the shoulder.

"Stop being cheesy, I'm trying to be mad at you right now." He grabs your hands, pulling you towards him, and you sigh when he plants his lips on yours, your hands coming up to cup his face.

"Are you still mad?" he says after he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

"A little," you mumble before you turn your head to the side to yawn loudly. He stands then, keeping a hand in yours as he moves towards the door.

"Come on, sleepyhead. I wanna show you something." You let him guide you out of the bathroom, the fatigue really hitting you now; you're practically a zombie.

You walk into your room, and he turns the light on, and the first thing your eyes notice is that your bed has gotten about two feet taller. And not the post, but the bed itself. "What is this?" you ask, seeing a whole bunch of different things on your bed from your clothes to his, different blankets and pillows.

He gets a little quiet as he rubs the back of his neck. "It was what I was working on before you got home." He pauses before he finishes his answers. "It's a nest."

You look at him, seeing his face red as he waits for your reaction, and you look back at it, a smile forming on your face. "I love it." His hand tightens around yours at your words.

"Really?"

You nod quickly, and it's mostly because it looks like the most comfortable thing in the world, and before you can walk to it, he's picking you up, nearly throwing you on top of it, and then he's on you. He kisses you happily, his tail making a rhythmic noise against the fabrics, and you can't help but laugh into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck as he plants his face in yours.

And it's not even five minutes before sleep claims you both.

Kirishima has a big problem. Like a huge problem. And he's starting to run out of options. This isn't supposed to be happening now, but it's your fault that it is. You don't know it of course, but it's your fault. And he knows one of the events that started it.

He was lying down on you one day, and he'd lifted your shirt up, kissing up your stomach because it was making you laugh, claiming that it was ticklish, and he kept going until he got to your chest. His eyes zero in on your boobs, and before he can even think things through, he's putting his mouth on one.

You moan at the feeling, but you don't push him away, and he starts to suck it into his mouth. He goes back and forth between them, sucking on them until you were pushing him away because they were starting to get sensitive. "You know I can't produce milk until I'm pregnant, right?" you tease with a soft laugh, and his brain blanks.

"Oh."

"Oh?" It's all he can say. His face tells you that his mind is elsewhere, but before you can question him about it, he's snapping out of it, and eventually distracting you from asking him about it.

His rut kicked early and it hit him like a train. He woke up overheated, his body tingling, and he had to get away from you before he did something that he was going to regret later. He basically avoided you all morning only giving you a kiss goodbye and practically shoving you out of the door.

He remembers the look of confusion on your face crosses his mind, and he'll explain it when he's in the right mindset, and not the mindset that only gives him one thought: to mate with you.

But he hasn't told you about any of that yet, wanting to wait for the right time, and he thought he would have enough time to tell you before it happened, but it came before he knew it. He's done everything to try and fight it, maybe try and get rid of it. He's been running through the woods all morning, even going so far as to bang his head on the wall a couple of times.

But then he started to get hard, even hornier, and it seemed like the more he ignored it, the worst it hurt. He's throbbing in his sweats, but he doesn't want to touch himself because that will pull him down a rabbit hole that he won't be able to escape.

He's been eating all of the food, having to fill his hunger with something else because you're not here. It starts to get too much though, and he finds himself laying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and time is moving so slow.

His senses are heightened, which means he can smell everything, which is what's making this situation worse. He closes his eyes, but that only makes him think of you, and he groans as he strips off his shirt. Maybe one time wouldn't hurt? Maybe after one orgasm, it'll tone down.

It doesn't take long for him to convince himself, and when he palms himself, he's already on the brink of cumming. Yeah, just one time. He shoves his sweats off, throwing them to the side, his underwear following, and his dick slaps his stomach before he can grab it, and when he does he nearly melts in relief, but as he takes a deep breath in, he can't help but smell it.

And he's already too far gone, so he doesn't have any reservations as he gets up, and gets to the laundry. The dirty laundry. He digs through it until he finds what he's looking for, and he can feel his mouth watering just look at the piece of clothing in his hand when he finds it.

It's not even anything sexy, just a random pair of gray cotton panties, but the smell is what attracts him the most. You're ovulating, and that's what kicked his rut in early, the smell of you just flooding into his nose, and the rest is history.

He holds them to his nose, groaning when he takes a deep inhale, and he licks at the crotch, nearly crumbling when the taste hits his tongue as he scrambles to find another pair. He's able to find one, keeping that one under his nose as he wraps the other one around his dick.

He's practically humping the floor, his release right there, and another deep smell is what sends him over the edge, his body going rigid as he cums, coating your panties and the floor in his release. He falls limp onto the floor, feeling a little disappointed that it's being wasted, but as he catches his breath, he realizes that it didn't work and that he's still throbbing painfully.

He's moving his hips against the floor quickly, his nails digging into the floor as he cums within record time, a growl coming from him this time as he whines at the oversensitivity, but it feels good, and he can't stop.

What the fuck has he done? He was stupid to think that he would be fine after one nut, but now he's even more desperate. He's sweating buckets now, and he cranks the air up as high as he can get it, but he's still hot as ever, and now he's back on the bed, finding a random shirt of yours in the pile of the nest, holding it to his nose as he strokes himself quickly.

His eyes shoot open when he hears his phone ring, and he grabs it from the nightstand, seeing your name flash across the screen. He doesn't know if he should answer it, but he knows you're probably calling because you're worried about him, and he answers it right before it goes to voicemail.

He doesn't say anything, trying to keep his breathing leveled so that you don't suspect anything. "Eiji, are you okay?"

He stifles a moan when you say his name, nodding his head even though you can't see him. "Yeah." It's all he can get out, and it's a lot airier than he would like it to be. "W-What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," you dismiss. "I was on my lunch break and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you this morning. You just seemed a little flustered."

He feels so awful using your voice to jack off, but he can't help it. You're right in his ear, and his hand just so happens to be on his dick while he's wildly horny, and he doesn't say anything to you. "Hey, are you okay?" The concern in your voice is what sends him over, the fact that you care so much about him, and he bites down on his tongue as he cums, shooting all over his hand.

"I'm fine," he breathes out heavily.

"Are you on a run or something?"

"Yeah, yeah. I was feeling a little restless today," he lies, using it to allow himself to breathe a little bit more heavily into the phone.

He hears you laugh, and his hand twitches around himself, trying so hard to not move it. "You know I'll be back before you know it."

That causes him to groan a little too loud, the thought of you coming home and finally giving him the chance to breed you flooding into his head. "Yeah, I know. I'll see you then." He hangs up the phone, throwing it to the side as he cries out, the urge to stroke himself again winning out. He doesn't know how many times he's cum, losing count the moment he started losing his mind to pleasure. He's throbbing, sensitive, and covered in his own cum, and there's downtime where he actually feels a little satisfied, and he's finally able to catch his breath. And he tries to figure out how he's going to tell you the truth.

~

This is another instance where you come home and Kirishima's nowhere to be seen. As you look for him, you hope that he's not getting another deer, having your fill of it to last you for a long time. You look out the window to check the backyard, making sure he's not out there again, but then you hear noises coming from your room, and you follow them.

And the last thing you expect to see when you open the door is Kirishima on the bed, naked, on his knees as hips his hump against the bed. You freeze when you step into the room, swallowing heavily as the image in front of you sends heat flooding in between your legs.

"Um..." you trail off softly, completely floored, not knowing what to say, and his head turns to you, his eyes red and he whines loudly, his hips still moving, but they've slowed. "Are you...what?"

He shakes his head quickly, his movements stuttering as he tries to get himself to stop moving. "It hurts," he breathes, his nails on the brink of ripping what's underneath his hands.

"Okay, okay," you say quietly, your legs walking themselves towards the bed. "What can I do?" Everything happens in a blur, Kirishima moving towards you, your clothes being ripped off, his face in between your legs. You barely have time to think about breathing, and when you finally do, you lift yourself up on your elbows.

His face is inches from your core, his nails digging into your hips as he starts to drool, and you feel your face grow warm as he takes a deep inhale, closing his eyes. "Don't do that," you scold softly, trying to push his head away in embarrassment, but he doesn't even move, his pupils dilated as he keeps his attention on you, and you feel yourself getting wetter even under his gaze.

"Are you okay with this?" he asks, his lips hovering over your folds, practically touching him. "You're okay with whatever I do to you?"

"What are you trying to do?" You don't know why you're voice is shaky, maybe it's because you've never seen him like this before, and it's doing nothing but making you even more turned on.

"Taste you," he says quickly, his eyes not meeting yours. "Then breed you, and then you're gonna take my knot." You throw an arm over your face, your skin like a furnace, and you wonder how he can just say shit like that so nonchalantly. And you do know what he's referring to in his last statement, finding out that knowledge when you were bored in your research, and you happened to stumble across fanfiction.

The moment you came across it, you knew how deep in a hole you had gotten, but you were too intrigued to not read it, so you read one. It seemed to be pretty accurate for the most part, right down to a T actually, and you feel yourself gush at his declaration, and from what you read, is basically life-changing. You nod your head quickly, your breathing already getting heavy as you pull your arm away to look at him.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay with that." You've barely gotten the word okay out, and he yanking your legs over his shoulders, a yelp coming from you as he smashes his face against you. He groans loudly against you, and you try to move away from him at the sudden but very much needed stimulation, but he holds you down, his nails digging into your skin just bordering on painful.

His tongue is everywhere at once, moving from your swollen clit to your hole, and his tongue definitely seems to be longer, feeling it deeper in your walls than previous men you've been with. You're moaning loudly, forming words nearly difficult as you pull at his hair. His tail is smacking the bed violently as he starts to rut against the fabric, eating you out with so much enthusiasm, it's overwhelming.

You feel your high approaching quickly, and all he's done is touched with his mouth, and you clench around his tongue at the thought of what pleasure his dick might bring, and he moans, the vibrations heavy against you. The sounds of slurping and sucking are so vulgar to your ears, but you don't care, tugging harder on his hair as you get closer.

He pulls you closer to his face, his hips moving faster as he speaks against your lips. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I wanna taste it, want it all," he says, but you can't make it out as the blood rushes in your ears, your thighs clenching around his head as you cum, your slick coating his face, and he barely lets a drop hit the sheets.

He makes sure to catch all of it, and you don't have a chance to come down from your high because he doesn't pull his mouth away from you. "Kiri, fuck, it hurts," you whine, pushing weakly against his head, but it doesn't feel like anything to him, his head spinning, and he feels almost hysterical.

"I know, baby, I know. Just give me one more, 'kay?" When he pulls away to speak is the only break you get, and then he's diving in again, spreading your legs apart until you feel your muscles pull from the stretch. You can't even move now, feeling like you're melting into a puddle.

You can barely react, soft moans coming from you as your chest heaves up and down. Your climax approaches even faster than before, the overstimulation heightening it, and you groan when he pushes his fingers inside of you, not knowing how many he's sliding in, but they're thick, your walls pulsing around him as he stretches you out.

He splits his fingers as he presses on your sweet spot, and you can feel your legs start to shake, and you can't even warn him when you cum this time because it hits you out of nowhere. You cry out as your juices cover his face even more, and you really can't tell who's getting more pleasure. You or Kirishima.

He continues to move his fingers in you, and a weak, shaky hand attempts to grab at his wrist. "Kiri, I can't--" You feel tears protruding your lash line, and you gasp loudly when he slides them out, finally feeling you can breathe again.

You seem to sink more into the bed as you go limp, having no strength to move anymore, and you feel the bed dip by your legs, signaling to you that Kirishima's moving. You don't lift your head because his body's hovering yours, his face dripping with your cum. "I had to stretch you out, you got a lot to take." He's got a feral grin on his face, but his eyes still have a hint of the Kirishima that you met that night in his eyes. But the rest of it is completely gone, and you wonder if this is what he meant when he said his instincts start to take over.

You watch him sit back on his haunches, stroking himself with the hand that was previously in your cunt, and your eyes widen when your eyes land in between his legs. You thought it was big when you saw it in the shower, but hard, it looks massive, and it's a little intimidating. You can practically see it throbbing, the tip a ridiculous shade of red, and your eyes follow the lines of the thick veins you can see clearly, your eyes finishing at the huge balls at the base of his dick, and he's producing so much pre-cum it's spilling over his hand and onto the bed.

"That's...inside me?" you breathe, and he sets a hand on your thigh, and you're surprised at how soft it feels, and you look up at him.

"I'll go slow, okay? I'll make you feel good, I promise." Well, you can hold him to that, the two orgasms he's already given you proving that statement with no sweat, but it still doesn't stop your heart from beating even faster.

He spreads your legs again to accommodate his massive body, lining up with your entrance, and he grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he guides himself in. Oh, fuck. You already feel your walls trying to stretch to its limits to fit his girth, but he's just so big.

Your nails dig into the back of his hand as a broken whine leaves your lips, and he leans down to plant his lips on yours softly, which is a drastic contrast to the way he's splitting you open. He slides in even more, slowly, but it's still overwhelming, and the tears in your eyes fall, a pitiful sob stuttering out of your chest. "That's the tip," he mumbles against your lips, and your eyes widen as you fumble a cry out again.

"It's too--it's so--" You don't know what to say, trying to relax your body against him, but you feel every nerve ending being pushed to the limit, some you weren't even aware could be stimulated.

"I know, but you're doing so good. You're taking me so well." You moan at the praise, looking down to see that there's so much more of him to go, and you feel like you might pass out from the intense pleasure. "You're being such a good girl right now. You know you're my good girl."

The whine you respond with is even higher, and the praise making you gush even more around him, and even with him moving painfully slow, the squelching is so recognizable. "Fuck me, you're so tight," he groans, his face falling into your neck, and he plants sloppy kisses against your skin, using every fiber in his being to not sink into you quickly like he wants to. "You feel so fucking good."

You haven't even realized that he'd stopped moving, and he guides you to look at him, your eyes glazed over, almost giving you the look of being in a trance. "Focus on me, I'm right here," he coos softly, and you can feel his balls twitching against your ass, and you realize that he's all the way in, but you also feel that he's all the way in your throat.

You look down, moaning at the sight of the bulge in your tummy, and he hums softly, smugly as he moves your head to look at him again. "Yeah, you see that? You see me in your tummy?" You nod quickly, feeling like breathing is a hard task, and he kisses the tears on your face, sweat coating every inch of your skin. "You ready for me to move?"

You brace a hand on his arm as you nod, and your mouth falls open when he slowly slides out, only halfway, before bringing himself back in. If this is how you die, you literally couldn't have picked a better way. You feel every inch of him rubbing against your walls, and everything about it is so good, you can't find one thing to focus on.

He whines as he falls against you, throwing your leg up around his waist as he bites down on your neck, but not enough to mark you, as he slowly accelerates the rhythm of his hips. You're moaning wantonly in his ears, which only causes him to go faster, his balls smacking against your ass loudly as the bed starts to creak with the weight of his motions.

"Shit, fuck, you're gonna make a pretty mama." It slips out against his will, and he growls when you clench around him, and he turns his head so that his mouth is right next to your ear. "Yeah, you want that? You wanna be a mama, wanna take my seed?"

He feels you feebly nod against him, pulsating around him even more frequently, and he cums on the spot. He goes rigid as his dick twitches, spilling inside of you, and you can feel how warm and full you feel, and there's so much of it, most of it already spilling out of you before he's even finished cumming. You cum not too long after him, and that's when his final wall breaks.

His hips are brutal against yours now as he shifts, his nails growing longer as his teeth sharpen, threatening to break the skin on your neck. He pulls your legs up around his waist, covering you fully with his body, and the only thing you can do is scream, moan, or whine.

He moves down to your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth as he thinks about your tits huge and full of milk, and he sucks on your nipple like you're actually producing it. Your face is covered in tears at this point, and you find any fiber in your body to finally speak even though he's rendering you speechless.

"W-Want it, Eijirou. Please," you beg. "Knot me, I want it--can take it." His nails dig into your hips, eventually drawing blood as he holds you down, fucking into you with even more fervor. "Mark me, baby, do it, wanna be yours, let me have it."

He nearly roars at your words, and he's approaching his high ridiculously quickly, and you can feel it start to swell at the base of his dick, and you bite down on his shoulder as you literally feel like you're being ripped apart. "You're gonna take it all," he grunts, his tongue licking over your pulse point. "You're. Gonna. Take. It. All." His words are punctuated with every thrust, his knot starting to catch at the rim of your poor, abused hole, and you cum when you feel him bite through the skin on your neck, his knot fully formed as he shoots into you, the tip abusing your cervix.

He keeps his movements shallow, both of your minds dizzy with euphoria, fucking both of you through your highs as his tongue laps at the blood on your neck. You're trembling underneath him, both of your heavy breathing largely audible, feeling your heartbeats thrumming in your chest. He lets your legs fall as he kisses over the mark, up your neck, over your tear-stained face before he finally meets your lips.

It's lazy, mostly tongue, both of you exhausted, and he shifts back, pulling away to look at your face, and he's relieved when you look utterly satisfied. "Are you okay?" he whispers, grabbing a towel that was nestled in the middle of the nest and placing it on your hips where he broke the skin.

You hum as you nod, your movements slowed as you feel your eyelids heavy with fatigue. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he says, his voice sounding apologetic, and he brings his hands up to cup your face, wiping the rest of your tears away. "You should've stopped me."

Your hand comes up to tangle in the hair on his neck, and you shake your head. "I said I wanted it," you slur, feeling contently full and pleased in more ways than one. "I'm okay."

"I can't do much to help you," he says, sheepishly. "Kinda stuck here for a while," he adds with a soft laugh.

"'S okay, just want you to hold me." You're both coating in each other's cum, hair clinging to your bodies from the sweat, but he wraps his arms around you, apologizing when you wince at the sudden stimulation inside of you, and he plants soft kisses across your skin, whispering praises as he moves along. "This is what you were hiding from me, wasn't it?" you ask softly.

"Yes," he admits playfully. "It's not gonna scare you off is it?" he jokes, and you get enough energy to huff out a laugh.

"A week after we met, you broke into my house and climbed into my bed. This was nothing," you reply confidently, and he feels his face heat up softly at his actions when he first met you, and he eyes the mate mark on your neck before returning his eyes to you.

"Did you mean it? You wanna be mine?"

You smile sleepily, your eyes closing as you nod. "Kinda late for that question, but yes." You sigh heavily as your breathing starts to even. "Love you, Eiji."

He feels his heart stutter at your declaration, and his face hurts from smiling crazy hard, and he kisses you gently again before rubbing his nose against yours, his tail smacking against the bed profusely. "I love you, too."

I really sat here and wrote all of this... *sighs*

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