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angel-eyes05 · 17 days

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What's In A Name

pairing: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

summary: as a master thief, you pride yourself on never getting caught. that is until you're caught by the straw hats as you try stealing from their ship. unable to turn you in to the authorities just yet, they'll have to make due with storing you on the going merry in the meantime. but, your time in confinement has allowed you to get particularly close to a certain swordsman. how close the two of you get is to be decided though.

warnings/info: nsfw mdni, oral sex (fem receiving), alcohol consumption, drunk/tipsy sex, face riding, my own sex headcanons for zoro are VERY clear here lmao ,takes place in between jaya and skypiea (please pretend theres more time at sea in between those arcs cause this will not work otherwise OK THANKS), this is for the pre-time skip zoro girlies (he's 19 pre-time skip dont come for me), no use of y/n, the first half of this is just cute shenanigans between reader and the straw hats. its a lot of character building stuff but i like it.

word count: 6.3k

notes: HI GUYS IM BACK IVE MADE MY RETURN I FOUND SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT!!!! and its the longest fic ive ever written too god damn what a comeback lmao. ok so i started watching one piece and im head over heels in love with this man...but i'm only up to water 7 rn so i only know how to properly write for pre-time skip zoro so thats how this is gonna go. i was looking for zoro/one piece fics to read but theyre literally all established relationship ones which aren't my cup of tea so im doing it myself lmao. also i didnt proofread i got too lazy sorry if some stuff doesnt make sense sorry sorry sorry but im a simple lazy tired girlie lmao enjoy!!

dividers by: @cafekitsune

You didn’t know any of their names.

You had been aboard the Going Merry for about three weeks now, and you still hadn’t learned anyone’s names. Granted, your reason for being there wasn’t to make friends anyway. That wasn’t particularly easy to do, being tied up in some storage closet and all.

Being one of the few residents who actually lived on Jaya had allowed you to pick up a skill or two when it came to stealing. Pirates with big bounties and even bigger treasures left their ships unattended at the docks, leaving you with some perfect quick heists from time to time. Some steals were easier than others. As much as you believed in your talents, most of the time your ability to get out unscathed was based purely on the luck of the draw. It wasn’t an easy life, many recent nights leaving you with more injuries than berries and gold pieces, but it was all you knew having lived here for so long.

After having taken a break from heists for a bit, you finally laid your eyes on a ship worth stealing from. A pirate ship with a goat out in front and seemingly orange trees next to the helm. Most of the ships at the dock had been there for a while, leaving the pirates on board used to your tricks already. Being low on cash was another factor. So, after a bit of planning, you made your way onto the ship.

Earlier, you had found that one of the windows to a cabin had been left open, so you decided to make your entrance through there. You gathered your things and dove into the crystal blue water by the dock. Once you made it to the back of the ship, you took your rope, with your own handmade grappling hook at the end, and swung it to hook on the window sill. Luckily for you, it stuck the landing on the first try. You smirked to yourself and used the hook as leverage to climb up onto the ship. Unfortunately, this seemed to be the ship’s bathroom. Not super ideal. You’d have to venture more out into the ship. But with this came the risk of getting caught. Given your dire circumstances though, it was a risk you were willing to take.

With an attempt to make as little creak as possible, you slightly opened the door into the rest of the interior. Coast was clear so far. Suddenly, a shake rattled throughout the interior. You tumbled onto the floor, pushing open a door due to your unbalance. What the fuck was that, you thought to yourself. It quickly became no matter though, when you noticed the door had opened up to a room with a treasure chest tucked away in the back. Jackpot. You slyly made your way into the room and shut the door behind you.

The room was neatly kept, with bookshelves, a couch, two sleeping hammocks, and a desk with navigation tools on it. There was even a bar. Though temptation pursued at you, you had to stay on task. While making your way over to the chest, you heard different creaks vibrating across the walls of the ship. You prayed to yourself that it was just the wood’s reaction to the waves. As you had predicted, the chest was locked, so you searched your bag for anything that could key the lock.

Time became of the essence quickly as the thuds and creaks on the ship grew louder and louder. Finally, the lock to the chest made a perfect click, as the chest unlocked. You lifted the roof of the chest to find a sight for sore eyes: jewels and gold galore. This was it, you were set. You were so in awe with the vision before you, that you had failed to notice the woman standing behind you. The image you saw in one of the emeralds was a tall figure, with jet-black hair just below her shoulders, and dazzling blue eyes. “Looking for something?” the woman questioned, almost sarcastically. You seemed to have forgotten rule number one of thieving. Remember to lock the door behind you.

Quick on your feet, you whip around to throw a punch in her face, but her reflexes seem to be quicker than yours by the way she catches your fist. You then attempt to kick out her legs. The image you see next shakes you to your core. A hand, seeming to appear out of thin air, attaches itself to your calf. The hand then slowly raises your fear-frozen body into the air, dangling you upside down like a party toy. You attempt to throw more hits at her, all seeming to be in vain though. You kick and scream, like a child throwing a tantrum, in an attempt to get out. The woman looks out into the hallway and signals over another one of her companions. Fuck, this is turning sour fast. Before you can make out any other features of the man, besides his cartoonishly long nose, he uses his slingshot to pelt a rock towards your forehead. Your vision goes black as the rest of the pirates rush into the room.

The rough fibers of the rope tying your wrists together were the first thing you felt as you woke up. This was quickly followed by the underlying nausea from the waves rocking the boat, reminding you why you preferred to stay on land. You attempted to stand up, but your dizziness and the rope tying you to the floor weren’t letting you get very far. Suddenly, the door to whatever room you were in swung open, and the group of 7 pirates living on board entered the room. You slinked yourself along the back wall, attempting to disappear into your skin. You weren’t sure what felt worse: The fear of what they were going to do to you, or the embarrassment that you had been doing this for so long and still got caught.

Nope, definitely the embarrassment.

The man, no boy was a better word to describe him, standing in the middle of them attempted to speak to you before a woman with short orange hair cut him off. “If you think we’re gonna let you get off easily just because we’re also pirates, you’d be sorely mistaken!” she spoke, fiery anger lacing her words. The tall woman from earlier put her hand on her shoulder, calming her down, and walked out towards you. You tried to scoot away as much as you could as she crouched down to your level.

“Listen, we want this to be over as much as you do. We would love nothing more than to get you off our ship and drop you off at the nearest island. But unfortunately for us, that would mean having to find a group of marines to hand you over to, who we aren’t the best of friends with right now. And we can’t drop you back off at Jaya since we’re too far by this point. So, for now, we’ll just have to keep you tied down here if that works out with you.” You began to speak before the woman cut you off. “You don’t have much of a choice in the matter by the way.”

She stood back up and began to exit the room, the other pirates following her except for two. The boy with the straw hat and another man, with striking green hair and three swords lying in a holster on his belt. The boy looked somberly at you as if he was against this whole idea. But the green-haired one just stared at you. As uncomfortable as it made you feel, you couldn’t help staring back into his piercingly soft eyes. “Come on, let’s go,” the green-haired man said to the boy, finally breaking eye contact and turning his back to leave. The boy followed him shortly after. As he closed the door, you had nothing left to focus on except for the itchiness of the rope, the empty stuffiness surrounding the storage room, and your worsening seasickness.

The following weeks had the same routine. Each of the pirates on board took individual shifts watching you during the day when they were just out at sea. The strange reindeer creature would watch you when they were out on islands. The first shift was taken by the tall black-haired woman. She would come in at the break of dawn to make sure you didn’t find some way to escape at night. You two would sit in silence for a little more than two hours, asking and answering some questions before switching spots with the blonde one. His company was strange, with him hitting on you at random points in your conversations, but he always brought you breakfast in the morning. As much as he made you uncomfortable sometimes, you couldn’t deny that his cooking was the best you’d had in years. He’d even let you take a hit off his cigarettes if you ever asked, so his visits had its perks.

The next shift was taken by the orange-haired one. The first thing she would always do when walking into the room was ask you how creepy the blonde one was. The answer varied on the day. Once she warmed up to you, she would bring you tangerines from the trees out on the deck. As the days passed, she eventually explained that the treasure you attempted to steal belonged to her, which you begrudgingly apologized for. On some level, you felt bad. These seemed to be small-time pirates, just trying to get by like you were. The more you learned about each of them, the worse you felt about your actions towards them.

Around lunchtime, the long-nosed one would bring you your meal, cooked again by the blonde man. This member would go into detail about his next invention he was working on in his workshop. You admired his passion and energy towards his craft. His rants and rambles were normally interrupted by the reindeer creature coming in for his shift, causing intense, yet entertaining, arguments to break out between the two of them. The reindeer was the sweetest of all the crew members, always checking in on your health and helping you with your seasickness. He would talk about his home and his experiences there. You developed a pity for the creature. His presence was calming, and you felt as if you could let your guard down around him. That would change as soon as the straw hat boy would come bouncing into the room, scaring both you and the animal. You would soon come to learn the energetic boy was the captain of the ship, which shocked you. But you soon came to understand why. His crew had a massive respect for him, even if he was the root of half their problems.

Being on the ship, you got extremely close to all the pirates. Even the tall woman from before seemed to respect you in some way. You enjoyed all of their company. There was something strange about them though. One morning early in your stay on the ship, you could’ve sworn you’d heard the tall woman say something to the rest of the crew.

“Whatever you do, don’t tell her your name. Your name is your biggest secret.”

You didn’t know any of their names. You had thought you heard some of them speak it to each other in passing conversations, but not enough to remember who was who. You had bonded with them, but if someone put a gun to your head and told you to name your prison guard pirates, you’d be dead in seconds.

Except for one.

Zoro seemed to be his name. He would come in for the last shift. His presence didn’t frighten you, but it slightly intimidated you. His habit of carrying his swords everywhere he went wasn’t helping. He was silent his entire shift, normally dosing off halfway through after spending around an hour sharpening his swords You didn’t even attempt to make conversation with him. You found out his name when the captain would yell for him to get back to his sleeping quarters. “Zoro! Your shift’s done, you can sleep for real now!” he shouted across the hall the first time it happened. Zoro almost bounced up from his sleep and gave you one look before bolting out of the room to catch up to the captain. You could hear the echoes of their bickering from down the hall as you giggled to yourself. At least he didn’t seem to always be that stern.

It seemed crazy to you. His name was the only one you knew, yet you knew the least about him. He had hardly said 5 sentences to you in the three weeks you had been on the boat. His stoicism was one of the things that drew you into him though. Something about his demeanor, how intensely he would sharpen his swords, how his worries seemed to melt away the minute he escaped into a slumber, and how alive he seemed when he was with his crew. It was enticing. You wanted to know more. You attempted asking him questions about himself, but the most you would get were one to two-word answers. The most you got from him was when your seasickness finally got to you, causing you to puke up the dinner the blonde one made for you. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked concernedly, shooting up from his seat. When your only response was a cough and more puke, he ran out of the room to go get the reindeer. One thing he failed to do was close the door behind him.

You speculated your options. You had no idea where you were. You could be out in the middle of the ocean. Or you could be right about to dock at land. If you managed to scrape yourself about the ever-loosening rope and sneak out, you’d be free. You’d never have to worry about these pirates again.

At this point though, did you want to?

You took too long to decide, the reindeer rushing into the room with his medical kit, the blonde one short behind him. As the reindeer gave you a dose of medicine and cleaned up your mess and the blonde one held your hand and consoled you, your attention stayed by the doorframe. Zoro leaned against the wood, watching the work from afar. What shocked you most of all was his face. For a man who seemed so disinterested in you and your existence, his brows were furrowed, his cheeks had a light pink stain on them, and a slight frown invaded his face. He was concerned. Maybe even a little nervous. But why? He’d never shown any sort of emotion towards you before other than sleepiness. Once the reindeer and the blonde one left, he continued with his shift. You noticed something though. He sat closer to you than he normally did.

You couldn’t tell, but you were blushing the rest of his shift.

Once he left, you sat in silence, thoughts racing through your mind, until you finally fell asleep.

You noticed a change in his behavior in the next few days. When you would ask him a question, he would respond now. And with more than just a “yes” or “no” too. He had more energy around you and wouldn’t spend his whole shift asleep. He would even let out a chuckle now and then. You didn’t know what you had done differently to get him like this, but you liked him like this. He was sweeter than he let on.

Something had changed in you too though. On the occasions, you would catch yourself looking over his appearance. The more you observed, the more you realized how handsome he was. His clear, warm skin, his hypnotic eyes, his striking hair. You caught his appearance giving you butterflies when he would walk into your storage room. Your heart skipping a beat when he would give you even the smallest smile. You would stare even more when he would nap during his shift. Noticing certain things. The way his breath would hitch sometimes. How he always slept with his mouth open and would wake himself up sometimes with his dry mouth coughs. How his chest rose and fell with his soft breaths. How fighting with a sword in his mouth probably made his tongue stronger than other men you’ve met. You felt weird about it sometimes. Almost like some freakish stalker. But you would feel better about yourself whenever you would catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

As time went on, the crew began to give you some more freedom. The tall woman began leaving some of her archeology books in the storage room to keep you entertained. The orange-haired one would show you all her marked-up maps. The long-nosed one would even let you out of the rope to test his inventions from time to time. With the door locked of course. And then, the big display came. One day, during everyone’s shift, they told you their names. The blonde one was Sanji. The orange-haired one was Nami. The reindeer was Chopper. The long-nosed one was Usopp. Their captain was Luffy. And the tall woman, who initiated your imprisonment, was Robin. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. With each passing shift, you grew more excited for the next. To learn the next pirate’s name, and with that, their story. Until the last shift of the day came. And you realized.

You already knew his name.

“My name’s Zoro,” he said quietly. “I know,” you replied, bluntly.

Something felt different about this shift. You didn’t feel the same excitement you normally felt when seeing him. Without your connection to him before, his being the only name you knew, something about him just didn’t excite you as much. Now he noticed your behavior change. “You okay?” he inquired. “Mhm,” you responded in monotony. The rest of his time there was spent in silence.

You felt bad about what you were doing. This wasn’t his fault. Yet you were acting like this. It was almost as if the two of you swapped places. He was now the one trying to dig information out of you. And you gave him nothing more than blank faces and empty words. You wished you could figure out why you were acting like this, but you had no clue.

Today though, the crew was going to take an extra step towards including you. Throughout your time on the Going Merry, you had only left your little storage room prison a few times. To go to the bathroom and visit the kitchen on special occasions. But you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. After proving to the crew you had changed, they planned a little surprise for you.

Robin woke you up earlier than usual. “Is everything ok?” you asked, still half asleep. Robin just smiled at you. “Come on, get up.” You looked at her confused, as she walked over to your restraints, untying you from the hook keeping the rope down. She took you by your restraints and walked you out to the room. The mix of drowsiness and confusion left you slightly panicked as you realized she was walking you out to the deck. She opened the door to a still-dark morning.

The rest of the Straw Hats were sitting out on the deck, just conversing and eating an extra early breakfast, courtesy of Sanji. They all turned to you once you and Robin walked out. “What’s going on,” you asked, still very confused. “On Thursdays, we all like to get up early and sit out and watch the sunrise. And we were talking about it, and we felt like you should join us this time,” Nami smiled. She stood up and pranced over to you, mouth slightly agape and speechless, and took you over to sit in between her and Zoro. You turned to Zoro, overwhelmed with emotions.

It had been so long since you felt a part of a community of people. You never exactly fit in with the ruthless bands of pirates coming and going on Jaya. Finally feeling connected to people, especially after you wronged them so horribly, brought you happiness you hadn’t felt in ages.

A singular “I-” was all you could manage to get out, a tear trickling down your cheek. “Just enjoy it. They’ll be at each other’s throats again in a minute,” he joked, getting a soft laugh out of you. He smiled gently, brushing the tear off your cheek. His finger lingered there longer than expected. You blushed. The butterflies were back and you caught yourself staring again.

“What’s that supposed to mean!” Nami interrupted. “Well, it’s true!” Zoro retorted, leaning over you to yell at Nami. The two began arguing as you noticed the sun starting to peak out over the horizon. “Shut up you two, you’re gonna make her miss it!” Usopp and Luffy yelled. They stopped bickering once they also noticed the sky begin to turn orange.

The pinks and oranges mixed together in a beautiful watercolor painting as the sun reflected its image on the ocean. The soft waves bobbed the ship up and down in a calming hypnotic motion, almost putting you back to sleep. The beauty of it all was so serene. Against popular opinion, you always preferred sunrises to sunsets. The representation of a new day beginning. It gave you hope in your most dire situations.

You lifted your head back to see the colors slowly spreading to the rest of the sky. Everyone to your right was in the same headspace you were like they were in some sort of trance. They were all cuddling against each other, Robin holding Chopper in her lap, Luffy and Usopp mimicking each other’s smiles, and Nami resting her head on Sanji’s shoulder. They all seemed so close to each other. Like a little family. Connected. You turned to Zoro to see if he was doing the same as the others, but all you found was his eyes softly gazing into yours, and his hand slowly inching towards yours. The minute he snapped out of it, he sharply turned his head and hand away and cleared his throat. You couldn't help but laugh at his schoolboy behavior. With your ego controlling your actions, you took his hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours. You could see a smile float onto his face out of the corner of your eye. You did the same.

The rest of the day was spent out on the deck. The feeling of the sun on your skin for the first time in weeks was euphoric. All you wanted to do was soak it all in. The Straw Hats must have been in a good mood today, because, with some extra convincing, you got them to finally take off your shackles. You spent most of the day sunbathing out on the deck with Nami. She had let you borrow one of your bikinis. You two were slightly different sizes though, so the suit was a little tight on you. You didn’t mind very much. You were just happy to be out of the same clothes you had worn for 3 weeks. Sanji didn’t mind either, ogling both you and Nami and basically worshipping the two of you. “It’s ok, he’ll get over it in a few hours,” Nami consoled. You circled the deck a few times to see if Zoro was anywhere in sight, but you couldn’t seem to find him. He probably went inside to nap away from the heat. Part of you wanted him to get the rest he deserved. The other really wanted him to see you in your outfit.

The day really took a turn when Usopp brought out the liquor from the kitchen. “I was saving that asshole!” Sanji yelled. “Oh come on, this is a special occasion!” Usopp pleaded. With some more convincing, Sanji finally gave in. You and the crew got increasingly drunk throughout the evening, Zoro eventually coming out from wherever he was napping to join the party. You all had even decided to jump into the ocean and swim around for a little bit. All except for Chopper, very sober and very nervous for any incoming sea monsters. He had managed to get you all back onto the ship with some very convincing pleading.

You and Zoro caught each other catching glimpses of one another throughout the rest of the day. Zoro admiring your figure in the swimsuit, and you ogling at the way his damp shirt hugged at his muscles. One by one, as day grew into night, crew members began to pass out on the deck, deciding to sleep outside for the night. You and the other members who wanted to go back into the cabin, Zoro and Robin, made your way back down into the ship. “Make sure you tie her back up. No hard feelings but we can’t be too careful.” Even slightly tipsy, she was still her stern old self. “Yeah whatever whatever, goodnight to you too,” Zoro drunkenly pushed off. You giggled and blushed as he took your hand and led you down the stairs into the cabin. Robin sighed to herself as she watched the two of you scamper off.

You felt your heartbeat get increasingly faster as he led you to your room. For some reason, the air in the hallway got thicker as you got closer. You blamed it on your tipsiness. But your heart slowly sank as you got to the door, realizing you had to say goodbye to Zoro for the day. He opened the door and stumbled into your room, leading you in behind him. He closed the door behind him, hesitating for a moment before going to wrap the rope back around your wrists.

He seems distressed for some reason, breathing heavily and avoiding eye contact. You look down at your hands, as he so gently maneuvers the rope around them. The butterflies begin to well up in your stomach again, the alcohol fueling their ferocity. His hands. So calloused yet so gentle. You can smell the remnants of sake exuding from Zoro’s heavy breaths. You looked back up at him. Were you two always standing this close together? You the butterflies keep rising and rising. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re not sure if you should run, kiss him, punch him, but you have to do something before you implode. Until. He stops.

The rope undoes itself in his hands as he freezes. His hands are shaking, his breath is heavy, and his eyes avoid yours like the plague. You were just getting antsy but Zoro seemed in distress. “Hey?” you ask, lowering your hands and dropping the rope to the floor. “Zoro?” You take your hand under his chin and lift his eyes to yours. You might throw up at any second. His eyes are so softly intense.

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sending chills down your spine. You both want the same thing. Both of you are just too scared to take the chance. “It’s ok. You’re okay,” you reassure him, placing your hand over his heart. His heart, which happens to be underneath his bare chest, him having taken off his wet shirt earlier. His breathing slows, and his eyes move down ever so smoothly from your eyes to your plump lips. You catch yourself doing the same to him, and you inching closer to him. “You’re fine.” Closer. “We’re gonna be…fine.” Your lips barely brush each other. The gentleness of the kiss is calming though, as you notice Zoro’s breath slowing.

You brush again. And again. And again. Lips touching a little more with each meet. Until they fully interlock. The two of you melt into each other as Zoro wanders your back into a wall for support. Your kisses are structured, made to get the most out of each meeting. You’re both ravenous for each other, but you know if you go at each other like mad dogs, you won’t get what you want. So you both take your time getting to know the feeling of the other person’s mouth. You slip a moan out as Zoro’s tongue seeps between your lips. His kisses get slightly more sloppy as he runs his hands down your body. He feels the underneath of your breasts, the curves of your waist and hips, and finds a nice resting place under your ass. Your hands roam his cheeks and jaw, making their way to tug slightly on his moss-colored hair.

“Needed this,” Zoro whispers in between kisses. “Needed you so badly. But I didn’t know how.” He separates his lips from yours and plants kisses and hickeys along your jaw and neck. “I was always just too nervous for some reason. You make me so nervous.” His hands find their way into your bikini bottom and fondle your asscheeks, getting a low moan out of you. The alcohol must’ve given him a confidence boost. “Good to see you found your footing now,” you whisper in his ear. He chuckles, the butterflies speeding up in your stomach.

The two of you stay here for a little bit. Hell, you could stay like this for hours. Just soaking each other in. Feeling his warmth brought a fire into your soul. You could tell Zoro was getting a little antsy though, one of his hands moving from your back to your front, beginning to slowly circle your clit. The other hand went to your bikini, untying the back and letting it fall to the floor as his mouth moved to your breast. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you let him do his work. “God, you sure this is your first time?” you moaned out. He removed his mouth from your nipple to talk. “Never said it was, sweetheart. You just assumed it.” “Well from the loner vibe you got going on mixed with being on this ship 24/7, you can’t blame me for thinking that.” “Well the loner vibe worked on you, so who’s to say it hasn’t worked on others?” he smirked. You laughed to yourself as he got down on his knees.

Zoro slipped off your bikini bottom, completing the set on the floor. He kissed your v-line with the same softness he treated your lips to. He sat back on his knees for a moment to catch his breath, looking up at you, as if to ask for permission. You held your hand out to his cheek and rubbed it with your thumb. His eyes closed as he placed his hand over yours, as if you would ever take it away from him. God now this was a sight you could get used to. He was so infatuated with you it made your heart ache. He was right here at your disposal, yet you wanted more of him. So you bent down and gave him a sloppy forehead kiss. Once you were back up, he decided to go in.

Like most things he does, he started slow and controlled. He kissed and sucked on your inner thighs. Once his hand finally left your clit, you knew he was ready. He kissed your cunt, using his tongue to lick up your wetness. You could pass out right now if you had less self-control. Whimpers and moans left your lips, your hips naturally starting to grind against his nose, relieving the ache in your clit. You let him know what felt good by the tugs and yanks you put in his hair. He was a natural. Your guess about his tongue earlier was right too. “You taste so good, just as I imagined,” Zoro breathed onto your lips. You could tell he was starting to lose his composure with the way he continued to bury his face into your pussy. Your cunt naturally tightened around his tongue as he tasted you. Your hips began to buck into his face as your grinding pace increased, the butterflies turning into a white heat you felt getting stronger and stronger. Your bud was becoming more swollen by the second. Your grip on his hair tightened to make up for your failing knees.

You wouldn’t be able to take much more. Zoro wouldn’t either, his hand making its way into his pants to relieve his own bulge. His pace got faster to match your grinds. The smack of your lips against his tongue, mixed with both of your moans, was pornographically loud. Suddenly, the situation of Robin or another crew member hearing became an apparent one to you. That worry quickly left your mind once one of Zoro’s hands made its way to fondle your nipple. If he asked you to follow him anywhere right now, you might just do it if it meant this every other night. You felt he knew your body better than you did. “So pretty. So good for me. You make this so easy,” Zoro groaned between licks. “Zoro god fuck me please!” Your final whimper sent you over the edge as you wailed and came all over his perfect face. He licked up your juices as he finished his own job as well. Your knees finally gave out as you fell on top of him, into his arms.

He brought you down gently, straddling you on his lap as you wrapped your arms around him. He traced his cum soaked hand across your back and kissed your nape. You were more exhausted than expected, almost passing out in the crook of his neck. Even now, he was so gentle with you. “You did so good, darling,” he praised, kissing your earlobe. “Want…more…want you…inside me,” you managed to get out. He just laughed and pushed you up to look at you. “If you took me right now, I don’t think you’d wake up tomorrow morning. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open, sweetheart,” he teased. You pouted. “Oh, you feel that proud of yourself?” your drunkenness fueling your frustration. “No no no, sweetheart,” he chuckled. Once your frown didn’t change, he stopped laughing and pressed a kiss deep into your forehead. “I’m sorry. What I meant was, if I fucked you with everything I have left right now, which is the only way I would want to do it, this floor would leave us with sore backs for weeks.” You stayed frowning. “I want to fuck you right, the way you deserve. And I can’t do it for you right now.” You pouted more at him. He smiled up at you and leaned in closer to your ear. “If you trust me, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You’ll be walking funny for weeks.” God, you almost came again just now. You didn’t notice how much your jaw dropped until Zoro laughed at you. You couldn’t help but laugh back in tune with his infectious laughter.

He kissed you with a fever behind his lips, then scanned the room around the two of you. “What’s wrong?” you drowsily asked. The exhaustion from you coming, the sleepiness brought by the alcohol, and how late it was getting was starting to overpower you. Zoro didn’t respond. He just grabbed your swimsuit and helped you put it back on, tightened your legs around his hips, and hoisted you up as he stood. You decided to ask questions once you had a clearer idea of what was happening. He opened the door and walked with you down the hallway, passing the girl’s quarters and into the men’s room. He checked inside quickly before bringing you in and signaling you to bring your legs down. You confusedly followed him to his bed as he groaned, rubbed his back, and sat down on the edge of the bunk. “Wanna explain to me what you’re doing?” you asked, slightly more awake. “If you think I’m just gonna leave you to sleep alone, tied up, on that dirty floor after what we just did, then you must think I’m a really shitty guy,” Zoro quipped before getting under the covers and trying to pull you down. You put some resistance towards him though.

“B-but Zoro, I’m not supposed to be in here.”

“I know.”

“If someone catches me in here we’re both fucked.”

“They won’t catch you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ll wake up before Robin starts her shift.”

“Are you sure, I mean I just don’t kn-.”

“Hey.”

You stop your nervous rabbling and look at him as he sits back up. “Do you want to go back and sleep on the cold, dirty, hard floor?” You really didn’t. “No.” “Then stay here with me.” “But what if-.” “Do you trust me?”

You sure hope you did after all of that. His kind eyes reassured you in the darkness surrounding the two of you. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Do you trust me?” he asked again. “I trust you, Zoro,” you confirmed. He smiled kindly at you. “You’re fine. We’re gonna be fine.” He steadied you by placing his hands on your hips, running his hands along your waist, and pressing his lips into your tummy. You loved the way he looked at you. Like you were his whole world. It was comforting.

He took your hand and helped you into bed. You bundled yourself under the covers and wrapped yourself around his frame. He kissed your temples one more time before slipping into sleep, his light snores hypnotizing you into a slumber of your own.

The last thing you remember before dozing off was the feeling of his hands on your waist.

Everything you wanted was right here. In front of you. Straight out of a dream. Your only fear was that it would be gone once you woke up.

a/n: THIS TOOK FOREVER GOOD LORD. anyways thanks for being here for my comeback era lol. my upload schedule is NOT going to be consistent this is just a little splurge i wanted to write lol. thank you for reading i really appreciate it (i also really appreciate engagement lol please like repost comment etc im greedy). i love one piece and i love zoro. once i meet law expect all hell to break loose im gonna write so much fanfiction about him its concerning hes so fine im so excited. anyways lol thanks love you bye.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #x reader #zoro x reader

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zvmz · 6 months

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A few Daring Charming HCs <3

Growing up, anytime he expressed interest in anything considered girly, his father would lecture him on how he needs to be more manly or whatever

For example, He did like rom-coms, and he would sometimes watch them with darling, but got a lecture and told to ‘spend his time on something more befitting of a man’ when he was caught

Since his father considered the guitar a manly instrument, He started learning to play when he was young to impress him

his dad was impressed. And that made daring happier than anything. That’s when he realized he would do anything to earn his fathers approval. So, he worked hard at it, changing things about himself to live up to his fathers standards.

he did, of course, succeed in this goal, but in the process took on many of his fathers flaws, such as his arrogance and sexist ideals

Now at eah, he’s slowly realizing that his father is capable of being in the wrong. He can embrace all the things he likes and still be a man. He can express his emotions and still be a man. He’s realizing his life should not revolve around earning his dads approval, that he needs to become his own person.

character development!!

anyway, he really showed his growth when he finally stood up to his dad for how he treats dexter, and defended darling for everything going on with her and apple.

why am I trying to write a whole character arc rn um anyways

With cerise and darling, he learned that women can be more than just “damsels in distress”.

with Lizzie and Dexter, he learned to put others ahead of himself.

now he can admit he hates the guitar. He loves romance movies, Katy perry, shopping, theatre and acting. he even likes to wear pink sometimes. hes still finding out what he likes and doesnt like without his fathers influence

he LOVES sweet drinks. if hes at a bar hes getting a daiquiri. if hes at a cafe its a frappuccino.

when hes getting drinks with lizzie, the waiter always assumes the fruity/sweet drink goes to lizzie

sparrow makes so much fun of him for it

he doesnt like cerise like that anymore, but they are great friends now. they mostly bond over sports and movies

he excels at history and literature, but has trouble in science and math. apple tutors him.

their tutoring sessions can be really awkward, though. they dont really know how to talk to each other normally.

he never really had a crush on her at any time, but he has always very much admired her for her hard work and intellect.

hes extremely chivalrous and polite. he always holds the door open for people, always offers his seat to someone if theyre all full, never looks at his phone during a date. things like that

hes always over-dressed, no matter the occasion

probably spends at least a third of his time in the gym flexing and taking pictures in the mirror

lets bfr teens in the eah world definitely make tiktok edits of him

daring is obsessed with them. theyre all over his fyp.

understands every one of briars daily mean girls references

he only auditioned for a play for the first time in order to spend more time with lizzie, who got dragged into playing a part. they both ended up loving it.

i am retconning the whole thing with duchess in the books. never happened.

the actual reason daring and lizzie broke up was because daring felt guilty about the bet with sparrow, so he confessed to her. which ended in lizzie yelling at him for half an hour and dumping him

they missed each other SO much. daring basically tried to apologize to her almost every day, and after some months lizzie decided to give him another chance. he absolutely did not waste that chance.

he plays fortnite with dexter and darling once a week

as a kid he used to climb trees with darling all the time. they got caught and lectured on it pretty often

has been to jail for going 50 over the speed limit before. dexter and darling had to bail him out

once dexter and darling tried to prank daring by filling his entire room with merch of himself

it completely backfired bc daring loved it and kept most of it where it was

hes definitely one of those boys who says "im him" about any ryan gosling character and says ryan reynolds is hot

#wow who knew id make an angsty post about daring of all characters #eah #ever after high #daring charming #darling charming #dexter charming #cerise hood #lizzie hearts #apple white #im sorry if ur not a dizzie shipper i just love them too much to not include them :(#eah headcanons

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Congrats on reaching 200 followers! You deserve all that and more! If I may, could I request a fic where the reader has a crush on George (or Fred take your pick) and he has a crush on her as well but they’re both too afraid to say anything out of fear of ruining the friendship until one Christmas break the reader is staying with the Wesley’s and Hermione and Ginny are asking how she can tell the twins apart and she’s explaining things like George’s eyes sparkle when he makes someone laugh and his smile is much warmer and softer than Fred’s that always looks like a smirk and she confesses she knows all of this because of her crush and George is just in the doorway like this 🧍and they have a cute confession at the lake or on the roof. I feel like I just spewed out a ton of stuff so please take what you like or ignore it! Congrats again!

Tysm💕 This is so sweet! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: couple of curse words

Christmas Confessions

Y/N and George had known each other forever, it seemed. Arthur and her dad had been best friends at Hogwarts and were each other's best man when they married. After the dust settled from the First Wizarding War, their families grew quite close, frequently getting together for dinners and picnics, and even going on a few vacations together.

Y/N was the same age as the twins and a "girlie girl" who had no qualms playing Quidditch, climbing trees, and blowing up things while wearing pink taffeta and bows. She fit right in with the mischievous duo, despite her penchant for frilly dresses. For many years, she was known as the Weasley triplet.

As they got older, Y/N gravitated more toward the younger twin and his gentler demenor. He, in turn, grew closer to her. Yet, it wasn't until their fourth year at Hogwarts that George realized his feelings for Y/N went beyond mere friendship.

He'd never forget the exact moment he realized he loved her. It happened almost a year ago at the Burrow on Christmas Eve. He and Fred decided to have a little fun and switch sweaters to see how long it took for anybody to notice. Just as they were coming downstairs, Y/N, Ginny, and Hermione returned from their walk.

George moved to help Y/N with her coat.

"Oh, thank--."Y/N began, and then she noticed his attire. "George, why are you wearing Fred's sweater?"

Fred's face fell. But George's lit up like the sun when he realized that she could tell them apart with barely a look, and then he realized he couldn't remember a time when she'd ever mixed them up.

His heart skipped a beat.

"She sees me. Not Fred and George. Just me. She's always seen me."

And that was all it took. George was a goner.

~•~

One Year Later

George watched Bill kiss his newest girlfriend under the mistletoe, a painful tightness growing in his chest. He'd intended to tell Y/N how he felt by now. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue every moment of every day, and yet whenever he tried all he could imagine was her looking away, biting her lip as she searched for a way to let him down easy. And he'd say, "That's ok, we can just be friends." She'd nod and smile, "yes, of course." And they'd try, but it'd never be the same, both of them afraid to get too close in fear that the other might take it the wrong way. Everyday, they'd drift further and further apart until their friendship was nothing more than a distant memory.

He looked around the room at the happy, festive couples laughing and talking. His mum and dad. Y/N's mum and dad. Bill and his girlfriend. And even though Percy's girlfriend wasn't there yet, she would be soon. Yet, another couple to drive home to George of what he didn't have and what he may never have.

The room suddenly felt too small, too loud. He needed to get away. To be alone. Turning, George headed upstairs, hoping he could sleep his loneliness away.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard laughter. Y/N's laughter. George turned and followed the sound, intending to simply bask in its glow for a few minutes.

Y/N, Ginny, and Hermione were huddled up in Ginny's bedroom, looking through old photo albums. "It's hard to believe that was you," Hermione laughed, looking at a picture of a beaming eight year old, mud-covered Y/N wearing the pinkest, frilliest dress she'd ever seen, flanked by the two equally beaming, mud-covered twins. "I can't imagine you wearing something like that today."

"Sometimes I can't believe it myself," Y/N giggled, looking down at herself. Gone were the fluffy dresses and bows, replaced with jeans and tall, black boots. The only thing left of that rambunctious, little girl was the color pink. It remained Y/N's favorite color. So much so that Molly knitted her Christmas sweaters every year in pink, with her initial knitted in a bright magenta.

"Which one is which?" Ginny squinted at the picture.

"Oh, that's Fred on the left and George on the right." Y/N said matter-of-factly.

"How do you do it?" Hermione asked.

"Do what?" Y/N eyebrows scrunched together.

"Tell them apart," Ginny clarified. "We all get it wrong sometimes, except for you. You never mix them up."

Y/N shrugged. "Ever since I've known them, Fred's been the smug one. He doesn't smile so much as smirk. But, George, when he smiles, he lights up the room. And his eyes," Y/N's voice took on a dreamy quality. "The way they sparkle and shine when he makes someone laugh. It's like he's achieved the greatest thing in the whole world just by making them laugh."

Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look.

"Sounds like someone may have a little crush," Ginny teased, shaking Y/N out of her reverie.

Y/N didn't speak for a long moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she wrestled with what to do. After a few long moments, she nodded to herself and spoke. "Swear to me that what I'm about to tell you goes no further than this room."

Hermione gave a solemn nod. "I swear."

Ginny held up her pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

All three girls giggled and linked pinkies.

Y/N took a deep breath. "It's not a little crush. I'm full-on madly in love with George. I have been for as long as I knew what that meant, maybe longer."

You could've heard a pin drop.

It was only then that Hermione noticed someone standing in the doorway. "Oh, hi."

Y/N turned to see George staring straight at her, his expression blank.

"I think we need to talk," he said. "Meet me downstairs."

Y/N swallowed and nodded.

~•~

George walked downstairs in a daze, uncertain if he was dreaming or not. All this time, they'd loved each other in silence. All those times he'd wanted to spill his heart out to her while she had secretly wanted to do the same. He felt a little foolish for never noticing. But, none of that mattered now. A small smile spread across his face as he pulled on his coat. Now that the shock was wearing off, a light-headed giddiness began to set in.

Y/N arrived downstairs a few moments later. George was bundled up for going outside, his scarf wrapped around half his face, hiding it from view. Her already racing heartbeat picked up the pace. Without a word, she pulled on her coat and everything else she needed to stay warm on a cold, snowy day.

George's eyes twinkled when he offered his hand. Y/N took it, tilting her head in question.

Giving her hand a squeeze, he led her outside. They'd only taken a few steps when he stopped, held up a finger, and ran back into the house. Y/N cocked an eyebrow, her nervousness morphing into curiosity, and more than a little confusion.

George was gone no more than a few seconds when he came running back out, slipping a little on an icy patch. Then, grabbing her hand, he continued sprinting through the snow, pulling Y/N along behind him.

"Where are we going?"

No answer.

"George? Did you hear me?"

The only response she got was another squeeze of her hand. Y/N rolled her eyes and stumbled along, trying to ignore the growing stitch in her side.

Much her to her relief, she soon saw where he was taking her. Thank goodness it wasn't too much further.

"Here we are!" George finally spoke. They were standing next to the lake where they spent most of their summers. But, rather than a welcoming sky blue, it was a hard, steel grey, almost indiscernable from the snowy expanse surrounding it.

Y/N held her side, trying catch her breath. "Are--are you trying--to kill me?"

George chuckled. "I thought you were in better shape."

"I'm in excellent shape," she rasped. "But I had to run three times faster to keep up with your long-ass legs."

"Oh," George gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I was just in a hurry to get here."

Y/N smiled and shook her head.

George brushed the snow off of the fallen tree that they often used as a makeshift seat. Then, sitting, he patted the empty spot beside him.

Y/N followed his lead, sitting next to him. Neither spoke for a long while. Despite Y/N's apprehension, it was, as always, an easy, comfortable silence.

"There's something that I've been wanting--trying to tell you for a long time," George began, taking her hands in his. "It wasn't until now that I thought I could."

He paused, taking a deep breath. "I love you too. I think I've loved you all my life. It just took me a while to realize it." George squeezed her hands. "If it's ok with you, I'd like to be more than friends. So very much more."

Y/N stared at him, hoping the recent lack of oxygen hadn't addled her brain, and this was just some sort of a vivid hallucination. "You love me back?"

George couldn't help but chuckle at the stunned look on her face. "Of course I do," he replied, cupping her face in his hands.

She simply stared at him for a moment, then a smile that took his breath away spread across her face.

"I think this is part where we kiss," George's eyes sparkled. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes. Yes, please," she said as they leaned toward each other.

"Oh wait!" George jumped back, startling Y/N. "I almost forget." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smushed sprig of mistletoe and held it above them. "Now, I'm ready.

Y/N laughed out loud. "Is that what you ran back in for?"

"Yep," he replied proudly.

"You cheeky bastard," she quipped, earning a wicked smile from George.

"But you love me anyway."

"That I do," she said. And with that, they closed the distance, smiling into their first kiss.

~•~

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @xmjthewitchx @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley imagines #george weasley headcanon #george weasley x you #george weasley fluff

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kennysboxergf · 9 months

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Attractiveness scale

Im trying to sleep at the moment but the sleep just ain’t coming ya know so im gonna post this and dip but I wanted to rate the Beta Squad members and a few of the guests by attractiveness for fun 🤷‍♀️

this is personal so like not who’s conventionally attractive but who is to me 🤭

the ten ppl I will be ranking are Sharky, Kenny, Chunkz, AJ, Niko (obvs) and then Darkest, Filly, Gib, HP and Johnny Carey cus i cant remember no one else

also no one talk about the spelling mistakes in this it’s late and i dont wanna spell check rn

Coming in on Number Ten its

10 - Harry Pinero

his hairlines reached the base of his skull at this point and he’s just never really been my fav guest so he gets last place unfortunately 😕😕 i think this is only bcus he violates my faves and I stand up against bullying thank you very much

9 - Yung Filly

ok yall gonna get mad at me for this one but he’s very bf material i cant lie just not very attractive for me? There’s some vids and photos where he’s like FINNEEE but then most of the time he’s mad funny and cute just not that attractive ya know and he looks like he’s 4’3”, like I KNOW he’s taller but he dresses and the way he moves idk he moves short af

8 - AnesonGib

ok so I had him 6th originally but I acc looked at pics of him and changed my mind, I have not seen a single Gib vid like from his own channel, ive seen gib in the Mafia vid, some old Chunkz vids and ive seen his fights but he’s so FINE and underrated as fuck like?? Appreciate this man?? And he seems mad kind. I <3 Gib. I do not know anything about him tho but I recently saw a vid of Chunkz from like 6 years ago with him in it and Young gib? Mad fine but also he looks almost child entertainer ish so do with that what you will

7 - Chunkz

aight ya ok, my BAD, im SORRY but like he’s just not it for me, he’s leng i wont lie but like he’s so authoritative and i cant with that ya know? Like I need a chill man for me im somehow worried this man gonna slap my neck if I talk back and im not tryna get treated like toddler im tryna be your girl? calm ur ass down and we talk

6 - AJ

ok SO I know, I know, im going to get absolutely dragged and maybe even jumped for how low this is but like once again he’s very aggressive and sh and I cnat deal with that, he MAD fine tho he’s so Hahrhdhhfbdnsk but like I rate the others better he is taller then me tho so he can have that

5 - Johnny Carey

YALL SLEEP ON THIS MAN, YALL ARE SNORING AND DROLLING AND EVERYHTING CUS THIS MAN IS SO FINE like I cnat deal with him he’s so fine to me? Like yeah he looks a little wonky and asymmetrical but like? Have you seen the wya he looks at people? Omgmgmmgmg

4 - Kenny

considerably low considering my username but ive developed as a person dont judge me but he mad mad good looking, when he boxes?? 10/10 in a track suit?? 10/10 this entire man is one big SMASH like ❤️

3 - Niko

this man is so cute but also hot its weird to believe he exists like?? I want to climb him like a tree, nuff said and maybe he IS a little lanky but he’s MY sorta lanky (ive always been this way, the nickname for my crush in middle school was lanky tree like taht legit what he called him and looking back he WAS lanky af)

2 - Sharky

Sharky, Sharky, Sharky where do I even start? I think the Sharky girlies on here have said enough for me, he’s hot, he’s cute, he’s nice, he’s funny what more do you even want? And he dresses so NICE and his smile is so SWEET and he’s CARING like omg I might fall in luv and his Hands. Thats it. Look at his hands my Lordy lord.

1 - Darkest Man

my bae, my love, I will defend his bald head for life, Aaliyah has SPOILED me by mentioning how fine he was cus now i cant Stop watching every video ever with him in it, ive watched FootAsylum, his own channel, Chunkz Channel, Sharky’s Channel, even JD sports just to watch him on my screen like he’s so funny I’m cracking up every other second and he looks good doing it too and the faces he makes and HIS HANDS omg dont even get me started heiwkwkskfb I cnat even he’s my no. 1 🫶🫶

Done

ok so taht was my list and now im gonna nominate my mutuals to do this too, you can go for the same guests or choose your own its entirely up to you but I wann see some more opinions so please do it 🫶🫶

Taglist- @b4tasquad @allygatcr @shuuuuush @vctrvn-ls

Sadly that is all my moots, I thought I had more but thats it I guess, I hope yall can find time to do this otherwise its fine 😭🫶

#beta squad #niko omilana #sharky #king kenny #aj shabeel #chunkz #darkest man #johnny carey #harry pinero #yung filly #anesongib

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tangyangie · 10 months

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Hii! Honestly thank you for all your works!, they’re so good and feel so accurate, you embody the characters so well😫‼️.

I dont know if ur taking requests right now but i was wondering if you could do a karma x enfp reader head-cannons? I saw you did an isfp one, idk if you’ve done any other, but Thats alright if not of course!

Reader is really bubbly and loud, she makes alotta dirty and crude jokes with Rio and similarly, she has good grades she just doesnt try. She’s girly (loves being feminine) but that doesnt stop her from getting dirty, Shes very much a hopeless romantic and goes feral for some loving.

— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⊹

desc. karma x enfp!fem!reader, who's loud, playful, and talkative, yet stubborn, smart, and romantic.

notes. i'm preeeetty sure i'm an enfp (or infp), so a lot of these traits reminded me of myself!! so, this one was pretty easy to write, and i hope you like it!!

he's drawn to you from the beginning.

you're funny and joke about everything with him. oh, someone fell out of a tree? oops, you guys are literally on the floor.

you guys never have a dull moment. you always have something to talk about, and your conversations usually end up lasting hours.

physical touch is biggg for you guys. it's rare to see you guys not hugging or being close in some way.

he loves your outfits. no matter what you wear, though, he will be completely infatuated by you but he does like seeing you in dresses.

he picks you up a lot. piggy-back rides, carrying you bridal style, over the shoulder... any way that your feet aren't touching the ground.

you guys bounce around a lot. like, people mistake you as children for how energetic you guys are—you're constantly running around places.

you guys are constantly texting. it's kind of funny how much battery is wasted, even though you two are in the same room.

you guys also play gamepigeon a lot together. you've both gotten really good at the word games, and you're constantly competing. your screen is lit up like a christmas tree because of just how much you guys play together.

karma and you are both stubborn, and so you guys are like a rainbow brick wall with bubble guns at the top. it's the most accurate description of your personalities together that i can give.

when it comes to school, you guys are one and the same. you've got good grades and stuff, but you do not pay attention.

you will have an assignment that was given at the beginning of the week, and you're finishing it literally morning of. and then you get a perfect score.

you guys spend a lot of time outside together. whether that's looking for cats in sidewalks, going to playgrounds and parks, or finding a lake and skipping rocks together. you guys definitely feed the ducks, too.

you kiss him a lot. he definitely doesn't mind—he welcomes it. while, of course, throwing in a few teasing phrases.

you guys make a lot of dirty jokes together. it's crazy you guys haven't been reported to the police for the amounts of looks you guys have gotten.

you guys collect stuff for each other. you collect stamps and he collects rocks, so you guys trade each other stuff. if someone doesn't have enough to trade, you pay in affection.

you guys climb on stuff a lot. it's a normal occurrence to see you guys on the roof or hanging off a window of a 6-floor tall apartment building.

notes: every time i write these i get reminded of my nonexistent social life 🫶

also i'm so sorry for taking so long ☹️ been feeling v unmotivated to write but i did see the spider-man movie so i'm feeling much better (and in love w miles oh m y god)

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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General Hc's for Colonel Miles Quraitch

❀ A/n: Ofc it was a giant blue mean alien that got me out of writer's block omfg, this is for the girlies and everyone else down bad for our baby daddy Colonel Miles Quaritch

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

✿ starting at number one, I like to think this man honestly got another voice in the back of his head going ‘bro-wtf goin' on?’ ‘cause lets be fr he's got the memories but his actual body doesn’t have that experience and I just feel like they don’t match up so a lot of the time after his initial thoughts he’ll have a little voice after that voicing concerns but he can’t afford to listen

✿ because of this, especially after he sees his body again, his human body, bro is having an extensional crisis, I think all of them are honestly (but we won’t get into them we talking about our main hoe rn) because I’m sure with their new bodies and feelings they have absolutely no time to process anything because of their mission, not their deaths, not their re-birth and definitely not their new connection and pull to Eywa and the planet

✿ and yes I 100% believe that he does have a connection to Eywa now because of this new body and the energy it holds, the plant and the all mother recognizes this and welcomes him, just like she did with Jake, he was just more willing to listen

✿ at night Quaritch (Miles? Idk lmao) likes to walk around outside. he never used to when he was human because it was just a hassle and obviously he was more vulnerable, his old scars were proof enough, but now he was Na’vi, he could breathe the air with no problem and kick anyone's or anything’s ass that tried to get the jump on him

✿ he looooves the bioluminescent nature, it's so different from what he remembers of earth's plants, the few he did get to see, or saw in books before he was shipped off to pandora. But being so fucking for real? He thinks it's soooo pretty like bro just lets the inner child out and is mentally frolicking in a meadow looking at all this incredible nature and all the animals and organisms that live in it

✿ he likes to fuck with the fan lizards the most, like jumping and scaring them or throwing a rock towards them to scare them, he loves to watch them fly away and disperse amongst the giant canopies of the trees, they remind him of fireflies (CAN I JUST SAY I KNOW THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS SO CUTE WHEN HES LOOKING UP WITH THAT LIL SMILE)

✿ I also 100% believe the headcanon that he loves the fruit on pandora like he didn’t fw it at first but it grew on him fast and bro will just snack on them like he finds a bush of berries he knows he can eat?? That bush finna be clear by the time he is done with it and best believe he even ate the non-ripe ones too because he likes that extra sourness

✿ his favorite is this fruit that grows really high and looks like stars from the forest floor, but as you climb up closer you realize they are glowing pieces of fruit the size of an orange with smooth blue skin, like a plum. he loves biting into them, they're juicy like mango and the juice is fluorescent!! bro thinks that is so cool lmao and looked in the water and smiled with a glowing mouthful of fruit

✿ he is one of the few who wake up first in the morning and has a nice cup of coffee while he waits for everyone else to get up and ready so they can debrief and get to work, it's his moment of calm before he starts his day and he just likes to take his time to remember. He wants to remember as much as possible, anything that could help with the mission of course but almost literally anything else. he feels like a stranger in his own body and he feels like he needs to get to know himself because he knows one thing for sure, he is not the same colonel as before

✿ when he takes spider as a hostage, he starts using this time to remember him and his mother Paz, she was beautiful but he didn’t feel as strongly for her as it appeared she had for him as he looked back, and although there were some memories of spider, it wasn’t nearly as much as he thought there should have been

✿ it kinda bothers him why he can’t figure out why he suddenly cares but like I said he has like no time to process this at all, this mf on the go all the time

✿ another headcanon I love is he loves flying which is 100% true, bro can never go back it is the funnest shit he has ever done, like he loves the danger of it and the ease of it is so comfortable for him it’s hard to believe the creature beneath him isn’t a machine hooked up to his brain but rather another animal with its own conscious and emotions

✿ since he flys so much, he has a really good relationship with his Ikran. He loves to spoil her THAT'S RIGHT HER (he was shocked too ong) but he loves his little princess bro!! Best believe he turns into a Jay Pritchett from modern family with his little Stella!! I’m talking treats, I'm talking good scratches behind the wing joints and on the tail, and I’m talking playful fighting!

✿ they have a good relationship and trust each other and because of this his Ikran likes to get a little sneaky, she’ll stalk him when watching the crew do their thing, scouting and looking for stuff for his mission, she gets mischievous, diving down to grapple him to the floor

✿ obviously he’s a little taken off guard but he knows almost immediately that it's her and rolls around with her, tossing each other around for a bit only for all fun and smiles to cease when the click of a gun is heard not too far. Quaritch is quick to get up and out of their play and give the meanest, menacing deathly glare towards Lyle, or Z-Dog, or whoever the fuck was aiming that weapon at his best friend (basically)

✿ “And just what the hell do you think you are doing, Soldier?” They all just shit themselves, his aura wasn’t anything but deadly and they knew they had fucked up, a quick “sorry colonel” and they turn around to go fuck off somewhere else and stop causing problems

*＊✿❀NSFW❀✿＊*

❀ yes, I most definitely needed to add this because I feel like it even though I ain’t got much💀!!

❀ new body, new sensations ;) he loves his schlong lmao like I hate to put it that way but bro got some pride in being HUNG in that area (he lwk hung in every area but whateva) obviously he doesn’t hold dick-measuring contests (anymore) but if he did- yeah he would probs have them all beat

❀ definitely jerked off a few times, and definitely found new triggers. When he has a little time to himself and needs to blow off some steam, he unbuckles that belt quickly and pulls down his pants a bit to get to work. He’s found his queue is very sensitive when in this kind of situation, like yeah it's sensitive all the time BUT it’s especially when he's on the brink of an orgasm, he’ll tug on it a little, the throb sending shivers down his spine and pressure straight to his tip, already leaking profusely with precum, so ready to explode but it’s when he runs his hand down the braid and rubs the nodes of the queue between his fingers, rolling them gently he cums with a deep groan and shutters quietly, riding out one of the most intense orgasms he’s probably ever had lmao

❀ his tail is also sensitive, not quite as the queue but sensitive around the base, he found that out in the shower lol

❀ his ears!! Also sensitive to touch, esp the tips, he likes to feel them first to sort of get in the mood, his little personal foreplay before the fun part

❀ A/n: but for now that is all I have ladies and gentlemen, please request anything, he or one-shots, requests are now officially open again!!🫶

#navi quaritch #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #x reader #colonel quaritch x reader #fluff #smut #avatar 2 #navi smut #alien #pandora #headcanon #avatar headcanons #quaritch fluff #general headcanons

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tortoisebore · 1 year

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what would remus contact name for sirius be and vice versa?

this is just…..,me projecting. and i got carried away and it’s so long. you’ve been warned

i think sirius is an emoji girlie and remus’ contact name would be “💞🥰✨🫶🤭 baby 💖🥺💞💫🫣” or some random nickname/pet name that changes once a week that he comes up with while drunk & remus pretends to hate but actually enjoys.

idk like one time they were leaving a new years eve party & sirius got smashed & had to be bodily removed from the vicinity and taken home, and eventually remus just let him go piggy back bc they were getting absolutely nowhere fast & sirius was so giddy ab being carried by his big tall bf that he launched into the most horrific 20-minute rendition of just the “he’ll be a strong man” bit of “i can make you a man” from rocky horror which like…..definitely didn’t fit the occasion & remus very much bitched ab being compared to rocky. and when they woke up hungover the next day remus was like “thank god he was too plastered to remember that” but then sirius rolled over & snuggled up real close & pressed his nose to remus’ neck all sweet and said so so softly “he’ll be a stroooong maaaaan” and remus is like oh god oh fuck oh no please but it’s too late, and then next thing he knows his name in sirius’ phone for the next week is “😈💪👅strooong maaan🥵❤️‍🔥🤭” until he thinks of something new

but the contact photo always stays the same & it’s a grainy black & white pic of sirius practically climbing on top of remus in a photo booth & kissing his cheek all cute & it’s been sirius’ favorite pic of them for like two years bc remus is smiling so so big & it makes his little heart melt every time he sees it

i think remus would use emojis very sparingly all around and almost always only with sirius, so his name in remus’ phone would be something sweet and simple like “Sirius 💕” or just “S ♥️” but sirius steals his phone often to take selfies as a gift & change his contact name, so sometimes remus opens their text thread & finds that sirius’ name is “light of my life💖💞♥️❤️‍🔥💕” or “✨💫my most beautiful and perfect love ✨💫”

half the time the name is too long to be completely visible in imessage, so one day he goes to text sirius ab meeting for lunch and finds “❤️‍🔥🔥🥵hot & sexy bf who loves me so so much & wants me so bad & needs me to fuck him on our…” and the rest is cut off. he just laughs it off bc he’s a good sport and as always he goes to check his camera roll bc sirius always leaves selfies behind when he does this but he opens the app to find about twenty incredibly salacious photos and two videos waiting and he has to put his phone down for a solid three minutes, then just sends sirius a text that says “i fucking hate you” and sirius immediately knows what it is so he goes “👹👅😈❤️‍🔥” and then remus says “come home for lunch” and that’s that

but remus’ contact photo for sirius is a picture sirius took of them at the park last summer when out of nowhere he’d said “oh my god remus come here look how pretty the lighting is” & then took about four hundred pictures of them lying under a tree. they left the park with mild sunburns and a bigger icloud storage subscription on remus’ phone

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #<- that’s the ramble tag

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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Our Strange Life

Pairing: Silva & ofc Isabella (I promise this is NOT a pairing)

Word Count: 5200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I had this really great idea for a fic with Silva based on the trailer alone. I promise this is not a pairing fic, but a best friends one. A HUGE thank you to @mermaidxatxheart for reading and reassuring me and for the discord girlies for encouraging me to just go for it. I hope you enjoy!

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Silva Masterlist

I met Silva when we were kids, climbing trees and playing with the other kids from our village. One of them had pushed me in the mud, ruining the dress my mamá had just finished adjusting for me. I started to cry and Silva rushed over, punching the boy in his face as he pushed him in the mud. He turned to me, a soft smile on his face and extended his hand, pulling me out of the sticky puddle.

We became inseparable ever since.

People thought we would get married and start a family, assuming that we were madly in love with each other because we were always seen in each other’s company. And it wasn’t proper for men and women of a certain age to just be friends, so surely we were courting.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

We loved each other, a true, deep love, but not in the traditional sense a man and woman were supposed to love each other. One day, I saw Silva and another young man from the village play fighting each other, Silva falling on top of the other and pinning him down. The way he looked at the boy told me there was more to it than what was considered “normal”. I only knew that look in his eye because it was the same way I looked at Lucia, with her long, flowing hair, soft eyes, and smile that could light up a room.

Later that night, I snuck out and met Silva at our spot, a small treehouse we had made when we were kids. We often would meet up here to talk and share secrets, and this time, I had a big one.

“Silva?” I say, trepidation in my voice. Even though I was fairly positive I was sure of what I saw, it was such a personal topic, and one that could have dire consequences if it ever got out.

“Bella?” He asks, turning to me, the light of the moon shining off of his hair, darkened by night.

“I…do you like Mateo?”

He shifts where he sits, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face. “He’s ok. Has a terrible punch though.”

“No that’s.. That’s not what I mean.” I take a deep breath. “Do you…like him?”

His eyes narrow more, putting himself in protect mode. “What are you asking me?”

“I only ask because I saw you wrestling today, and when you fell, it looked like…well it looked like you were maybe…more?”

“More than what?”

“That you liked him more than a friend?”

He stands abruptly, finger pointing in my face. “How dare you ask me that! To accuse me of such a..a..”

“I like Lucia the same way.”

I had never said it out loud to anyone, terrified that if I did it would become true, as if not saying it would make it not.

His eyes widen, his hand falling to his side as he studies my face. “You like…Lucia?”

I nod. “I do.”

“You like her like…how a man is supposed to like a woman?”

I nod, my eyes casting downward. “It took me a while to realize it, but…yes.”

To my surprise, he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. He leans his head on my shoulder, nearly whispering in my ear.

“I thought I was the only one who felt this way. The wrong way.”

I pull my head back to look at him. “Who says it’s wrong?”

He looks past me to the village. “I’m fairly certain they do. The whole world does.”

“Fuck them. Fuck the world. Love is love.”

He smiles, hugging me one last time before he lets me go.

“So…what do we do? If people find out, it won’t end well for us.” He sits down on the floor, leaning against the side of the misshapen walls we had cobbled together so long ago. I sit next to him, taking his hand and looping my fingers through his as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Protect each other.”

He squeezes my hand. “I have always protected you.”

“That’s true. But I mean…we have to protect each other in other ways now.”

“How so?”

“People already talk, Silva. Assume that we will be together as husband and wife.”

“We already said we do not feel the same-”

“Yes,” I squeeze his hand. “But if we don’t, people will talk. And then rumors will start and we will either be forced to marry someone whom we cannot share our secret with. Or we will be…” I gesture vaguely at the world.

“Not allowed to continue with life.”

I nod against his shoulder. “Exactly.”

He’s quiet for several long moments before taking a deep breath and letting out a long sigh. “So…we get married?”

“I think so.”

“And then what?”

“We protect each other.”

“That is a given but I meant…do we..ignore who we are?”

I turn my head up to look at him. “No. I would never condemn you to that life.”

“So…ok, so if we find someone who feels as we do-”

“Then we’re allowed to go explore those feelings.”

He’s silent for several minutes this time, thinking over what we just discussed.

“You would bind yourself to me this way? Knowing that I feel for men the way a woman does?”

I nod. “You’d do the same knowing I feel for women the way a man does.”

“Then it’s settled. We will marry to get our families off our backs.”

—----

Silva proposed to me within the week in the middle of our village, our families looking on and cheering, knowing looks on their faces like they knew this marriage would happen and why did it take us so long to do it?

We smile through the ceremony, Silva planting a convincing kiss on my lips to make our marriage official. We dance, laugh, and sing with everyone, trying to hide our glances towards those we truly loved.

Our honeymoon was spent at the next village over, where they assumed we would be starting our family. But instead, we rode the trails, exploring the new village and perfecting our public portrayal as man and wife.

When we returned to our village, people whispered, wondering when the baby would arrive. I smiled, putting on a fake display of blushing whenever I was asked about the honeymoon, saying things like “Hopefully a spring baby!” whenever asked. When no pregnancy bloomed, people said it was ok, that these things take time. But after a few years, and a couple of rumors about Silva with some traveling men that had stopped at the local tavern, people started gossiping in other ways.

“You have to be more careful, Silva! People are talking!”

Silva is pacing our bedroom, anger radiating off of him. “Maybe they see how you look at Lucia!”

I roll my eyes. “They would never suspect me. They assume I like her dress.”

“Well that’s hardly fair-”

“The men you were…around, talked, Silva. They’re saying things.”

His eyes snap to mine and he stops pacing. “What things?”

I give him a pointed look. “Things. Like how they gossip about couples. Men and women couples.”

His eyes narrow and he shifts. “I-”

“Are they true?”

“What?”

“Did you lay with them?”

“How dare-”

“I’m not angry, Silva. We agreed we could be us. But we also said we have to be careful. These people will hang us, Silva. Just for loving what they think is the wrong way. Even if the rumors are false.”

His shoulders drop. “I am sorry, Bella. I was not thinking with my head.”

I chuckle. “Well, I mean, you sort of were.”

He laughs and pulls me to him, wrapping me in his arms, kissing the top of my head. “If I were ever to love a woman, I know it would be you.”

—-

I think things are getting better after our talk, but then Jake comes to town. Silva and he hit it off right away, the tension between them obvious to me. Jake is nice, young like us, and charming. I can see why Silva likes him.

But one night of a party gone on too long than was acceptable between 2 men behind closed doors, and the town is buzzing, and not in a good way. I bang on the door to Jake’s room in the saloon, hearing shuffling behind it. Jake opens the door, shirt obviously put on in haste, his pants not even fastened correctly.

“Isabella,” he nods. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to speak to my idiot husband,” I say quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear.

“I don’t know what-”

“It’s ok, Jake. Let her in. She knows.”

Jake looks at me and opens the door enough for me to slink in as he locks it behind me. Silva is sitting on the bed, shirt on but no pants, and he looks at me.

“What is it?”

“You’re an idiot!”

Jake chuckles behind me, not realizing the severity of the situation quite yet.

“Bella, what-”

“They know, Silva. They are talking about the strange man and Silva being locked up in this room all night, behaving in a manner that is..suspicious, as they say.”

Jake walks into my line of vision. “They could hear us?”

“People gossip here, Jake. Silva knows this. But he likes you too much that he can’t keep it in his pants long enough to make sure he isn’t being overheard!”

“I’m tired of keeping myself hidden!”

I sigh. “So am I, but it’s either that or they hang us, Silva!”

“They can’t prove anything.”

I scoff. “We’ve been married what, 4 years? And have no children? And then the multiple rumors about you with men…people are starting to piece it together. The old ladies are patting my shoulder in the stores, giving me a sad look.”

He snorts. “If they only knew you liked women.”

Jake's eyes grow wide. “Wait..you like women? Like how..” he gestures between himself and Silva and I nod.

“That’s why we married. To protect each other but also so we could be ourselves.”

“Well what do you propose we do?”

I pace the room for a few moments before it all clicks in.

“A child.”

“What about a child?”

I look at Silva. “We have a child.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s the only way those rumors will be put to rest. They will think that if we have a child that you can’t possibly be with men.”

Silva looks at Jake and then back to me. “You’re serious?”

“It’s the only way.”

Jake clears his throat. “I should uh..leave you guys alone-”

Silva’s hand shoots out, grabbing Jake's wrist. “No, stay.”

It all makes sense. This isn’t just a fling. This is love.

“You’re in love?” I ask, a smile pulling up the corners of my mouth as I clasp my hands together.

Jake and Silva look at each other. Jake nods to Silva who looks back at me.

“We are.”

I squeal, running over to each of them and giving them the biggest hug I can manage. “I am so happy for you both!”

Silva chuckles as Jake laughs loudly.

“You didn’t tell me just how supportive she is, Silva.”

He smiles at me, his eyes warm with the love we share. “She’s the best.”

The smile dies on my lips. “This doesn’t fix the problem, Silva.”

His eyes fall, shoulders slumping as Jake rubs his back.

"I'm just not ready for that, Bella. There has to be something else we could-"

“What if you leave town with me?” Jake suggests.

Silva looks at him. “Leave? With you?”

He nods. “Yeah. I think I could make room for ya.” He lightly punches Silva’s shouler.

“But…I can’t leave Bella.”

“Bring her along.”

I laugh. “The 3 of us riding across the country together?”

Jake looks at me. “It could be fun. ‘Sides, I know some women who feel like you. Maybe you could also find someone.”

So we put aside the thought of children, both of us not really ready to be parents, hoping that leaving with Jake will be the solution we were looking for.

—----

In the end, we leave our village, quelling rumors of Silva’s escapades with a story about healing springs and how Jake was a healer that Silva had hired to help me with conceiving a child. People looked at us suspiciously, but we were able to leave within a fortnight.

We traveled together for a short while, but no matter where we stopped, it wasn’t long before rumors would start up about Jake and Silva. It was too obvious they were more than friends. And we didn’t have the safety we found in people we knew who would purposely look the other way.

“We have to split up.” Jake says to Silva one night, halting my efforts to clean my face in the washbowl.

“What? Why would you say that?” Silva demands, striding over to Jake, who backs away.

“Everywhere we go, people know. You’re not safe - we’re not safe together.”

“I don’t give a fuck what other people say!”

“Yes but I do! And you’re putting her in danger as well.” Jake points to me.

“How?”

“What do you think will happen to the woman who knew her husband and his best friend were together and she didn’t report it?”

Silva looks at me, a pained expression on his face and my heart twists.

“No, listen. Jake…Silva.. I’ll leave.”

“What?” Silva’s eyes are wide. “You cannot leave!”

“It’s the only way no one will ask and you can be together.”

“But-”

“It won’t work.” Jake cuts him off, shaking his head. “Then it’ll just be me and Silva and people already suspect enough with you here. You should just go back to your village. It’s safer there.”

Silva scoffs. “They already suspect me.”

Jake takes a deep breath, putting his hands on either side of Silva’s face. “Then give them a reason not to.”

Silva looks at him, eyes wide. “A child?”

Jake nods.

“Wait,” I say, walking up to them. “There’s got to be a way you can stay together.”

Jake’s eyes don’t leave Silva. “There isn’t.”

I can see Silva choking back tears and it breaks my heart not to be able to help him. Jake leans forward, pressing his lips to Silva’s and I avert my eyes, not because it’s shameful but because the love is so strong, I feel like I’m intruding on a very private moment.

“I’ll leave you guys to discuss things.”

I close the door behind me, wiping the tears from my face, my brain moving a million miles a minute to try and think of a way I can keep them together but also alive. When I can’t calm down, I go downstairs and find Lola, who looked liked she could be Lucia’s sister, and she follows me back to my room. Two women talking behind closed doors doesn’t raise any alarms, but if someone were to press their ear to my door and hear the sounds Lola pulls from me as she buries her face between my thighs, we’d surely be hanged.

—-

A few hours later, a soft knock sounds at my door. I disentangle myself from Lola and pull on my robe, closing it as I open the door to find Silva standing there, his hair slightly disheveled and eyes red with tears long since shed.

“Let’s do it.”

I open the door wider to let him in and his eyes land on the bed and a sleeping Lola as I close the door. He turns to me, raising his eyebrows in question. I nod and he gives me a soft smile.

“She is like us?” He asks in a whisper.

I nod. “Sort of. She likes both.”

“I’d say lucky her but I imagine that’s just as difficult to hide. Twice the love though.”

I smile sadly at him, clutching the robe around me. “What happened?”

He looks at me, pulling me to the far side of the room and lowering his voice. “Let’s do it.”

“Do..what?”

“The kid thing.”

Oh.

“You’re serious?”

“It’s the only way. I have to keep you safe, and Jake safe.”

I nod. “Ok…so when we get back to the village, we just-”

Silva shakes his head. “We can’t wait that long. We’re supposed to be on a healing retreat to help you have a child, remember?”

I’d forgotten. “Oh right.”

“It will take us a few months to get back to the village. By then, you’ll be showing and it will make sense that Jake is…no longer with us. That his treatment worked.”

“But you and Jake-”

“We both agreed.”

“Ok so-”

“We should start now in case it takes you time to get…get pregnant.”

“Now??”

He nods. “Now.”

He reaches up to my shoulder and tries to push the robe off my shoulder awkwardly, like he’s not into it. Which he isn’t. I grab his wrist.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Starting…I mean, we have to…”

I’m so not ready for this. “Hold on.”

I walk to the bed and gently shake Lola awake. She pulls me to her and kisses me, pinching my nipple through my robe. I gasp but pull away.

“I need you to leave.”

Her eyes flick between me and Silva. “Are you safe?”

“What? Oh yeah. We just have to try and have a baby like now in order to save our lives so…”

“Oh! Well um…ok? I thought he was like you?”

I nod. “He is.”

“Oh.” Oh indeed.

“Well, I’ll be down the hall if you need me.” Lola gets up and puts on her clothes, slinking out of the door and closing it behind her. Silva locks it and takes a deep breath, letting it out before he turns to me. He tries to unbutton his shirt but his fingers are trembling, making it difficult to grip. I walk up, taking his hands in mine and give him a soft smile that is more confident than I feel. I move his hands by his sides and start to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders when I finally open it. We get his undershirt off, his tanned chest shining slightly in the candlelight.

He hesitates when it comes time to remove his underpants. Taking a deep breath, I slide my robe off and set it on the little table we have in the room, standing completely naked in front of him. While we’ve seen each other naked before, it was never for any reason other than convenience or bathing. He clenches his jaw and removes his pants, shoving them across the room with his foot. I walk over to the bed and lay down, spreading my legs when he starts to lay on me, his eyes closing in concentration. For several moments, nothing happens.

“You just put it in-”

“I know where to put it, Bella.”

“I’m not saying you don’t, but-”

“Just shush. I can’t think when you talk.”

He reaches between us and grips himself, trying to get himself to harden but he can’t.

“I don’t-”

“Want me to help?” I ask, completely unsure of what I would actually do as I’ve never touched a man in that way.

Silva looks at me. “I don’t think that will help, but try it.”

“You’ll have to tell me what to do. What you like.”

He nods and I put my hand between us, touching him lightly. He gives me instructions on what to do but nothing seems to work.

“Maybe if you…would you be comfortable with using your mouth?”

“You mean, put it in my mouth?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Uh…ok. Sure.”

He flips onto his back and I move between his legs. He instructs me, tells me what to do but nothing seems to help. He slams his fists on the bed and yells.

“How are we to have a kid if I can’t even get-”

I smack my forehead. “We’re idiots!”

“We already knew that, Bella.”

“No,” I laugh. “We’re having problems because we aren’t attracted to each other. Not even a little. Not in that way.”

He sits up on his elbows, raising his back off the bed. “That makes sense. I’ve never had this problem before but I’ve never been with a woman. Wait, are you having problems too? Can women have…problems?”

I nod. “I’m not even a little wet.”

“It gets wet??”

We both laugh, and the tension breaks.

“Hey Bella?”

“Yeah?”

“What if….what if we invited Jake in here?”

“What do you mean?”

“To help me..” he gestures to his dick, which had twitched at the mention of Jake.

“Oh. So like, he could..help you?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry, that’s not fair to you. I won’t ask-”

“Silva, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ll do anything for you.”

He smiles. “Yes, but this is different.”

“It’s very different, but it’s us.”

Silva goes to get Jake and, to my surprise, returns with him and Lola. We all sit and explain the situation, Jake and Lola agreeing to help us. Apparently, she’s been in this situation before, more than once, and so, with everyone’s agreement, she takes charge.

“Ok, Bella-” she points to me. “-take off your robe and get on the bed.”

Damn she’s so hot when she’s commanding. I do as she says, laying on my back and watch her eyes darken as they rake over my naked form.

“You two-” she turns to Jake and Silva. “-you can start things between yourselves. I trust you know how?”

They both give her a look and she chuckles. “Just teasing.” She walks over to Jake and speaks in his ear, Jake nodding when she finishes.

“Understand?”

He nods. “Yes ma’am.”

Lola comes back over to me, straddling my hips with her own as she leans down, kissing me while pinching my nipples, grinning when I moan into her mouth. She rolls her hips, sliding against me and I feel my breathing pick up.

“Wait, Lola.” I whisper. She pauses, lifting her head up to look at me.

“Yes?”

I can hear sounds being pulled from my husband on the other side of the room. “What…what does it feel like?”

She looks at me. “Have you never?”

I shake my head.

“Not even with Silva?”

“We don’t like each other that way.”

“Yeah, I know but not even because you were curious?”

I shake my head. “I never was. And if he ever was he never said.”

She tries to explain to me what laying with a man feels like, but I have nothing to compare it to. She tells me it may hurt a little since it was my first time, but she was going to try her best to warm me up. When I asked what that meant, she smiled darkly and slid down my body, licking and sucking between my thighs for several moments before inserting a finger inside of me, which eventually became 2, then 3. I could feel myself stretching but it wasn’t bad - course that could be because Lola was stroking some part of me inside while nuzzling and licking at me on the outside. My hands grip the sheets, fisting them as I feel my release building quickly.

“Roll over.”

I do as she says and she pulls my hips up, pushing my back down into the bed, helping me to make an arch with my back. She lays on her side on the bed, using her hand to touch me, continuing to make me feel good, but holding me off just enough to not allow me to come. Then I feel movement behind me, a hand making a shape similar to the one Silva had made when he was touching himself.

“Are you ready?” Lola speaks in my ear.

I nod, not knowing how I’d ever be ready for this strange position I find myself in, literally and figuratively.

And then I feel him, very different from the thin fingers of Lola, pushing past my entrance, sliding into me and it’s all very overwhelming, my skin pulling and stretching at the edges in order to pull him in. He slides back out, grunting as he pushes back in, words being whispered from Jake to Silva that weren’t made for me and he picks up the pace, Lola sliding her fingers through my folds as she pushes me over the edge, having been edged before. I tighten around him and another thrust and he comes, grunts tumbling from his lips that are quickly stifled by Jake’s lips on his as he continues to spill inside of me. Several moments pass, all of us breathing, Jake and Silva continuing to make out as his hips start to still. Lola turns my head to the side, brushing my hair from my face as she kisses me all over my face, finally settling on my lips. Silva pulls out and I feel lighter, stickier than normal between my thighs.

“Lay on your back and put your feet in the air,” Lola instructs me, helping me to get into position so I can put my feet against the wall. Silva sits on the bed next to me, lacing his fingers with mine. Lola kisses me again before getting off the bed, saying her and Jake would return in a bit. They got dressed and left, Silva not quite meeting my eyes.

“Are you ok?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’m ok.”

“Did I…did I hurt you?”

“Not, not really. I mean, it was definitely different than Lola, but I’m ok.”

“I’m sorry it came to this.”

I squeeze his hand and he finally looks at me. “It’s nothing we didn’t expect. We went into this knowing it may have to happen. And if I had to do..this..with any man? I am so glad it’s you.”

Silva leans over and kisses my forehead. “I’m so glad I pushed Luis in the mud that day.”

I laugh. “Me too. Now let’s just hope this takes so we don’t have to do that again.”

—-

We wait a bit to see if I fell pregnant, Jake and Silva spending almost every hour together. There was no need for him to be with me - there was nothing he could do. And this gave me more time with Lola, whom I would have to leave soon if I became pregnant.

When I didn’t have my blood a few weeks later, we knew I’d gotten pregnant. While we were relieved it happened on the first try, and we knew we’d love this child with everything we had, both of us were terribly sad at having to leave the people we loved, truly loved.

They followed us out of town, deciding to leave together as well so as to dispel any lingering rumors about all of us. We each set up our own camps, spending the night saying goodbye in our own way, not knowing if we’d ever be allowed to touch this way again. Years later I would still vividly remember her lips on mine and how she showed me things I never knew I’d miss so much. Silva turned in on himself for a while, pouring out his frustration and anger in building us a new house after we’d secured some property just outside of town. A small ranch was what we decided on, and I would be mending clothing for the village as well.

Our son was born 9 months later, screaming and fighting on his way out, and all rumors of Silva’s habits dissipated. Silva was beside himself with love for our son, always holding him whenever he wasn’t at my chest, helping him walk by having him hold his thumbs, teaching him to ride a horse when he was old enough, and teaching him to shoot. He’d even learned more about what it was like for a man to lay with a woman, just in case his son asked, which of course he did.

20 years later, we watch our son marry the girl he’d loved since he was little, both of them smiling from ear to ear on their wedding day, giddy at the prospect of starting their honeymoon. It was odd having an empty house, just Silva and I padding about a once noisy home that one day may hold some grandkids.

But now that it was just us, and the rumors about Silva had long since been extinguished, I decided it was time. So at dinner one night, I turn to him, taking his hand in mine and waiting for him to look at me.

“Go to him.”

Silva stops mid bite. “What?”

“Jake. Go to him.”

He takes the bite, slowly chewing before he sets his fork down. “I don’t know where he is.”

“I know you got a letter telling you. Just go, Silva.”

“But I can’t leave you.”

I squeeze his hand. “I’ll be ok. Our daughter in law is pregnant, which means I’ll soon be chasing more little ones around our home.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fi-”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

I wave my hand. “I won’t be soon. I just want you happy, Silva. Go. Be happy. Just write me from time to time.”

It takes him another 2 months to finally hear me and my insistence that I, and our son, will be fine. He packs his bags and leaves, a kiss and a promise to write before he takes off in the opposite direction of town. I would tell them that he left to find work and when he doesn’t return, people will assume he died. Or got lost. Either way, I know he’ll be happy and that’s all I want.

About 6 months later, a lone horse with a single rider comes down our path. I stand from my place in the garden, wiping the dirt from my hands as I bring one to my brow, shielding it from the sun. The horse comes to a stop and the rider gets off, tying the reins off as they walk to me.

As she walks to me.

She takes off her hat and I gasp, my eyes meeting those of Lola’s, whom I was convinced I’d never see again. She stands before me, slightly aged but somehow more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She smiles as she extends her hand, a letter clasped in it. I take the letter and open it, eyes scanning down the page.

“Bella -

I could not be happy until I knew you were as well. Please know you always have a friend in me.

Be happy.

-Silva”

I look up at Lola, tears in my eyes and we embrace, our lips crashing together in a kiss we never thought we’d have again. And we live out our days in bliss, happy that we could be ourselves on this little ranch just outside of town.

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cyberthot666 · 8 months

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ok ….. ugh how do I say this without sounding like a massive hater & asshole dude. this is all just personal opinion I’m not trying to sound any type of way here. my friend and I exchange our personal poetry a lot and this morning I woke up to one in my dms so it was the first thing I read and. it was basically “I never liked wearing makeup so I’m a boy” and I….. like I can’t even respond to that. I’m not even trying to dunk on them. the way it was written was very uh…. I can’t think of the official terms and shit but it was just like wordy & dramatic and like… ugh again not trying to dunk on them but I think that’s sad. I mean from a writer’s perspective I think they could’ve done a little better. I think they should try a technique I’ve been implementing myself lately which is “less is more” bc I’ve been there where I try to convey something with all these big flowery words and make it sound “deep” and it just ends up sounding corny af. you gotta pull back some. simplify. but I read the whole 4 page long poem. and I couldn’t connect with it. I mean obviously they’re talking about something I’ve never really quite experienced. but then again I can think of plenty of poems I’ve read that were about experiences I’ve never / will never have and I could still connect and empathize with the author. not saying I don’t empathize here too. it’s just. I personally have never made the connection in my head that if I don’t like a stereotypical female gender role then that somehow means I must not be female. and that’s what I’m grappling with after reading their work. I mean aside from the poem sounding like it was at a high school level when they’re in their mid 20s….. I liked doing girly things as a child so I was never questioned. I also liked playing in the mud and catching bugs and lizards and frogs and running around with boys and climbing trees and playing BASEBALL (not softball I refused) I got scolded when I stopped shaving my legs in high school. I was always told I needed to be more “ladylike” man I fucking hated the word ladylike (still do tbh) so it’s like I can relate to defying gender roles and not wanting to be put in a box. but I feel like in this case you’re taking yourself out of one box and just putting yourself into another. and I was just thinking about how we all have things we’ve internalized from our childhoods. I’ve been reading a lot about that myself. if you grow up being told you are Wrong as a child you will become and adult that believes themself to be Wrong. we can’t help what we internalize. but it is learned. and it can be unlearned. being a naturally gender non-conforming person has been bastardized and I don’t know what’s going on but I think it may be by plan. either the plastic surgeons that profit off this shit, the people in the medical field who are getting paid to pump hormones into kids. therapists that make over $100 an hour to sit across a young adult that grew up in a homophobic town and tell them it’s normal to want to kill yourself if you don’t get your genitals chopped up. like come on man. we gotta start taking our shit back. the world will never be ready for feminine gay men or masculine gay women if we keep trying to convert them and make them “right” GNC is beautiful & natural and it should be embraced, not medicalized. in my opinion.

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lukabby · 2 years

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top 5 cursed ppl u find sexy anyway

SSKDJSJS you know exactly who will be on this list I love u Liz, also not sure what's your definition of cursed but I'll define it as ppl who tumblr girlies (gn) usually clown but who I would let hit it raw

1. Erling Haaland: The man is an absolute beast he's fucking crazy and if you think I would let him dom me you're wrong because he's also a really soft boy and needs to be taken care of

2. Julian Brandt: People usually react negatively when they know I'm into Jule so I'm including him in the cursed category because pls he can be a Clown but he's so hot and he blushes so easily and if I wasn't already tall I would climb him like a tree and peg him

3. Max Verstappen: Yeah well I'm not into him as a driver but I would def let him into me because his voice?? And his face and everything and the way he blushes a lot? Yeah I want to make him sweat

4. Thomas Müller: Is Thomas cursed? He definitely has a clown vibe going on and that's exactly why I'm attracted to him goofy guys supremacy. Forever in love w this man and if you don't think he's sexy fuck u

5. Kostas Tsimikas: I'm recognising a pattern of being into clowns because I started noticing Kostas for his Aristotle tattoo and stayed for his goofy personality and honestly he's amazing fun and sexy so it feels right to put him here

#This is a random order its not organised to start on the sexiest because u all know that thommy is my number 1 #Liz u really got me thinking about who's cursed and who's not that was a whole trip #Asks #Liz my beloved 💘

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newyorkbynightrp · 2 years

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Full name: Stacey Evans

Birth date: May 19

Age: 20

Sexuality: Demisexual

Occupation: University Student

Alter ego: None

Ability: Flight

Allegiance: The Reckoning (if she ever gets in)

Bio: Stacey has always been a ‘girly girl.’ She used to raid her mother’s makeup drawer and sit in front of the mirror putting it on, going a little overboard in her enthusiasm. Anything frilly, shiny, or sparkly was her heart’s delight. Stacey loved nothing more than to flounce around all day dressed in some extravagant costume. Once she got older, Stacey learned to dial this back to a reasonable level, but her passion for fashion still remains.

When her father moved them all out to New York, Stacey couldn’t have been more thrilled. She knew this would finally be the place she could click with other enthusiasts instead of standing out like a sore thumb the way she did back in Tennessee. Even so, for all her stereotypical teenage qualities, Stacey possesses a mental focus that she doesn’t see in her friends. While they are caught up in high school drama, Stacey has outside ambitions and a desire to grab real life by the horns. Since no one else she knows seems to experience this restlessness of spirit, she looks to her eldest brother for inspiration. Scott doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks; he lives his life the way he pleases. Stacey wants to be the same way, free from the shackles of others’ expectations, so she soaks up all the wisdom Scott may have to impart and tries to do as he does.

Life as a (Would-be) Villain: Stacey first discovered that she could fly back when they were living in Tennessee. She finished her homework earlier than Stevie and raced outside to play. Her feet carried her to the trees at the bottom of the hill and she began climbing the tallest one. A little overconfident due to the familiarity of the task, she misjudged her distance and lost her footing from one branch to another. When she began plummeting toward the ground, it seemed that she would certainly at least break an arm, if not worse. Stacey turned in midair and tried to bring her legs down so they would hit first instead of her head or torso. However, to her amazement, her entire body swooped in an arc just before it hit the ground and lifted her into the air again. Laughing with relief, she dove again and pulled up just in time for her shoes to brush the grass. When her heart finally stopped hammering, she willed herself to lose altitude and touched back down. Over time, Stacey realized that, so long as she started from some great height, she was able to repeat this gravity-defying flight again and again. It wasn’t entirely indefinite, but she could maintain it for a fair distance before she had to come down again.

New York was an even better place to enjoy this ability. Her favorite thing to do is to go to the rooftop of a building, turn around backwards, and drop into the nothingness. She feels that terrifying dip in the pit of her stomach only to twist over and shoot up toward the sky, looking down upon the flow of traffic far below. It has come to Stacey’s attention that there are allegedly many supers in New York. Although she has never gotten to see one in action outside of the news, she wants to meet them and perhaps see if she can join. Not The Vigilantes, though. They are too righteous for Stacey’s taste; they seem too good to be true. No, she wants to get up to a little mischief. There is a man who works at the boutique she frequently visits. Stacey thinks he looks an awful lot like Shockwave, leader of The Reckoning. It’s hard to tell because of masks and all, but there’s something about his lips, his smile. She hasn’t figured out a way to approach him and offer her services to the group, but Stacey is determined to have that conversation at the first available opportunity. She hopes he’ll be receptive to the idea.

Stats:

Charisma: +3

Intelligence: +4

Athleticism: +2

Power: +1

Relationships:

Scott, Sam, and Stevie Evans - Older brothers.

Stacey’s relationship with each brother is unique. She looks up to Scott the most for how bold and brazen he is. Sam, though he had a reputation back home of being a little less-than-bright and a bit nerdy, has always been kind to her and she regards his eccentricities with affection. Stevie, having been the closest to her in age as a child, is the one who grates on her nerves. He’s harmless, she supposes, but he can be such an embarrassment and a dweeb in front of her friends. Stacey tries her hardest to shoo him away if he attempts to speak to her at school.

Quinn Fabray and Kurt Hummel - Is a customer at their boutique.

Though much of her focus has been on Kurt, trying to ascertain if he truly is who she believes him to be, Stacey has noticed Quinn. It would be hard not to, considering that she is more beautiful than almost all of the boutique’s clientele. Though she certainly has a commanding presence, Stacey doesn’t think Quinn is in cahoots with Kurt. She doesn’t have the same flicker in her eyes, the kind that suggests a thirst for revenge. Instead, Quinn seems icily detached from everyone around her and, maybe, just a little bit lonely.

Tina Cohen-Chang - Teacher.

Stacey sometimes skips her morning courses to go to Tina’s yoga class. It’s a nice escape from the hallway chatter and helps her find some inner calm before she has to deal with the tribulations of the high school hierarchy.

Mike Chang - Acquaintance.

Mike is in the same class that Stacey attends. Since Stacey usually gets there just in the nick of time, she ends up at the back near him. At first, she couldn’t quite riddle out why someone as fit as he was would get up so early for the class. Then the saw the way Mike was looking at Tina and knew exactly what his motivation was. Stacey finds his glaringly obvious crush adorable and wonders how Tina can be so oblivious, especially to a man with such a godlike body.

Jetta Jones - Acquaintance.

Jetta also attends the morning yoga classes that Stacey does. They have not spoken yet as of this point.

OOC Information:

Ships: Stacey/Chemistry

Anti-ships: Stacey/Forced

Stacey is TAKEN [By Lucy]

#character #taken #female #evans #super #villiain #tfemale #tevans #tsuper #tvillian

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setsunasknife · 2 years

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I’m living for their height difference 🥰

#Sesshomaru loves his tiny queen #Girly has to climb that tree man #like 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵#sessrin #sessrin positivity #sessrinners please interact

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shivada-jade · 3 years

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Serenading

you were just starting to finish your work until you heard the sound of music outside your apartment. you're on the fifth floor.

characters: kaeya, childe, venti

kaeya:

- kaeya isn't one for simplicity. actually he might be but since he's a natural flirt you never know if he was serious when trying to woo you

- he has everything set up

- he blackmailed diluc to play the guitar while he shouts his undying love for you

- made venti play his instrument and offered him some wine

- kaeya decorated the whole building with rose petals and candles

- holy crap he brought surround sound speakers for the whole apartment building to hear

- broski brought albedo to lift him up with his elevator flower

- you were working on the last few sentences of your essay until you hear a knock out your window.

- now how did anyone reach your apartment

- you opened ur window and wth it's kaeya

- why's he lookin like howl from howl's moving castle

- "wTF KAEYA-"

- the music starts playing and it shakes the whole building

- your neighbours start yelling and opening their own windows. they riot and make complaints

-but kaeya didnt care

-diluc did so he left with his guitar

-now there's no music lmao it's just kaeya on albedo's flower

- "my serenading didn't work, but may i take this time to ask if i can court you?"

- "kaeya did you leave candles burning... beside venti?"

- "haha oops"

- "kaeya the grass is burning"

childe:

- "hey girlie. its ya boy childe"

- swag™

- he bought this red chevrolet camaro just that morning because he felt like it

- he doesn't even drive it honestly

- he just needs it for aesthetics

- he had no idea how to get your attention

-you see, he also bought a boom box

- childe had the perfect plan

- he got his rapper outfit yo

- fr asked scaramouche to be his back up singer but instead got a bruise on his arm

- "lmaO u cant even reach my hea-"

- rip

- anynWaysySS

- he found this super cool tree that reaches your floor and climbed it

- he forgot the boom box so it's just him in the drip.. dAwg

- at least he has zhongli to help him

- zhongli was just a tired man

- he called childe to get down and get his boom box

- "you forgot the music box"

- "it's called a boombox"

- so when childe reached your floor he threw rocks at your window

- not pebbles. rocks.

- accidentally broke ur window but he's rich so it's okay

- he raises his boombox in the air and makes SURE you can see him

- *plays "everyday" by high school musical*

- "shawty bae please be the gabriella to my troy"

- he accidentally falls off the tree while the music still plays

venti:

- he's the wind archon he can fly to the 5th floor

- sometimes i think he's scared of heights but he'll pretend to not be cause he would get bullied

- he has a ukulele in hand and flies inside your open window

- you didn't even know he went in until he hear the faint sound of music playing

- you thought it was a robbery until venti started singing

- when you enter the living room you see him

- "I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSS"

- he's ripping his vocal chords

- sounds aggressive

- "I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME"

- at this point he stops playing his instrument and just starts sobbing and yelling while hugging you

- "i wanNa *hiccup* feEEEEl what loove iss"

- maybe he was drunk the whole time

- you don't know

- "i knowwww you can show me *sob*"

- ("hey!")

if you made it this far wow! :0 ty

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #kaeya #venti #childe #genshin x reader

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phoenixblack89 · 3 years

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Secret Crushes II : Trees and Tongues

So here it is the sequel to Secret Crushes. I got struck by inspiration earlier and just had to get it down straight away!

Warnings! - public sex, annoying siblings, strong language and delicious smut.

PART 1 Part 3

My wonderful lovelies - @autocon23 @fandomsaremykryponite @writingdeadangel @lilythemadqueen @boondoctorwho @darylsgirl @browneyes528

Letting out a yawn, you stretched and raised your arms over your head, smiling slightly as you recalled the events of the previous night.

You had sex with Murphy goddamn MacManus!

You still could barely believe it. He'd been so sweet and understanding when you had cried on his shoulder then there were his kisses that set a fire rushing through you you had never experienced before. And his hands! And his tongue against your skin!

Oh my god!

You shook your head as you pushed your way out of bed to have a quick shower before dressing for school. You bit your lip as you climbed into the shower, wondering if he'd talk to you at school or if he'd even acknowledge you in the slightest.

But then again, Sara was fucking his brother, the bitch, so maybe he would.

You still had a smile on your face as you skipped down the stairs and grabbed some breakfast, scowling slightly at the mess left over from the party. Your sister was so gonna get in trouble when your parents came home today. Sara grumbled as she joined you in the kitchen and started the coffee maker.

"Lil sis."

"Yea?" You answered, rolling your eyes behind her back.

"What's this?"

"Huh?"

Your eyes widened slightly as she tossed a belt onto the table. The buckle clanged loudly and Sara crossed her arms, smirking.

"If you can't tell what a belt is Sara, you might wanna go back to nursery school." You laughed, worrying inside if she was trying to somehow get you back for the interruption last night. Hell, it could be one of your dad's for all you knew. "It's dad's belt Sara. What's the issue?"

"If it's dad's belt then how did it 1. Get into the woods. And 2. Why’s it engraved with the initials MM?" She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest smugly.

"Fuck." You sigh quietly, leaning closer and sure enough there on the plain silver buckle were the letters MM.

Shit you thought He must not of remembered when you'd tossed it carelessly to the side in the rush to get dressed when his twin was about to come across you.

"Someone must of had fun last night in the woods. Why you asking me?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders.

"I know you came out of those woods with Murphy and Connor last night. Y/N... Please say you didn't sleep with that arsehole!"

"How fuckin dare you lecture me on who I can and can't sleep with!? And if he's an arsehole, what's that make Connor huh? You didn't seem to mind him filling ya hole!" You snapped, fists balling tightly.

"That's different and you know it!"

You scoff and grab your bag, storming out the back door and up the drive. Sara followed slightly behind you calling your name but you ignored her.

"Good morning lass!"

You paused at the gate and looked up into the blue eyes of Connor, who was smiling widely. You gave a slight twitch of your lips in reply and pulled the gate open as Murphy raised his hand in greeting from behind his brother. Your sister gave a girly giggle as she caught up with you and wrap her hands behind Connor's neck, pulling him into a long kiss. You glanced at Murphy, his eyes burning into yours. You felt yourself heating up and bit your lip.

"Oh Murphy! You left this last night. Found it out by the creek in the woods behind the barn." Sara laughed, tossing the belt towards the darker twin as she pulled away from Connor. Connor gave a snort as Murphy caught the belt and frowned. "Didn't take you for the love 'em and leave' em type. Must of been in quite the hurry to forget your belt."

"Erm..." Murphy stuttered, his cheeks bright red. You paled and glared at your sister as she pulled Connor down the lane towards the town. Murphy quickly stuffed the belt into his bag and waited for you to start walking.

You trailed behind your sister and Connor, keeping your eyes downwards as the pair began shamelessly flirting and kissing and generally being all lovey dovey. You felt your anger rising towards your sister as well as a flare of jealousy. Murphy bit his lip and glanced at the older siblings in front of him before making up his mind.

You gave a slight squeak as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side of the road, smirking at Connor as he looked back over his shoulder; who gave a chuckle and a returning smirk, and pulled you into the woods edging along the side.

You gave a sharp gasp as he pushed you up against a tree after a few minutes of wandering deeper into the woods. His hands found your hips as he leaned his head against yours.

"Murphy... We'll be late for school..." You sighed breathlessly as your chest heaved in excitement. His eyes glowed with desire as he closed the distance between you to smash his lips against yours. You gulped and kissed him back just as frantically, your hands gripping onto his biceps tightly.

You gasped as his lips lay a burning path along your jaw and found the hickey from last night and began licking and biting at it once more, darkening it from a pale purple to an almost black hue against your skin. You moaned as his fingers dipped under your skirt and ran along your thighs.

"Murphy!"

"Yea beautiful?" He replied, the fingers of his other hand toying with the buttons of your blouse and slowly opening them for his wandering mouth. "Ye taste like heaven..."

"We... We... Oh god...." You shivered as his tongue began working a nipple through the soft fabric of your bra, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. Your hips thrust against his hand involuntarily in want.

You felt him smirk against your chest as he lowered himself to his knees. You glanced down at him and he smirked before flipping your skirt up over his head and tugged your panties down to your ankles.

"Murphy... What are you doing?!" You gasp in shock, feeling his breath ghost over your core heavily.

"Told ye last night. Was gonna eat ye when I next saw ye."

"Holy SHIT!" You shriek as his tongue brushed lightly over your clit, hands flying to grab his head as he begins to lightly flick his tongue. You groaned and panted heavily, his hand gripped your hip tightly as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations.

Murphy gave a gentle chuckle deep in his throat and cupped your sex gently, feeling how slick you were becoming from his tongue alone before slowly pushing a single finger into your core. His lips wrapped tightly around your clit and began sucking and tugging on it as his finger thrust in and out slowly. You gave a quiet moan, teeth digging into your lip as pleasure began to coil in your stomach. You felt Murphy smirk around your clit as he thrust another finger into you and curled them in a beckoning motion.

Your eyes rolled back as the pleasant feeling doubled inside you and your hands grabbed tighter onto his shaggy, dark hair. Your breaths came out in pants as he worked you with his mouth and tongue, head flung back against the bark of the tree behind you.

Murphy hummed deeply as your thighs began to quiver around his head and he raised one of them to his shoulder and wrapped it around his neck. The new angle allowing him to plunge his fingers into you deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

You gave a loud groan as your nails scraped against Murphy's scalp and your hips began thrusting against his face.

"Oh God! M- M- Murphy! Please..." You gasped, sweat trickling down your neck, you were so very close.

"Cum fer me, auriolus... That's it." He whispered, his hot breath blowing over your sensitive spot before he resumed his attention to your swollen clit. A few strong licks and sucks had you melting against him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushed over you. Your chest heaved as your heart raced, your breaths heavy and body feeling totally relaxed and tingly.

Murphy gave a soft sweet kiss to your clit as he pulled away. You glanced down and gave him a lazy smile, his chin glistening with your slick. He smirked as he pulled your leg from his shoulder and stood slowly. His eyes dark with lust and gave you a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

A strange tangy taste. Not unpleasant but not something you could see yourself loving.

You both panted as you pulled away.

"Murphy... Please, I..."

"Y/N!? MURPHY?! WHERE YOU TWO GO!?" Your sister yelled, sounding distinctly enraged.

Murphy knelt quickly and pulled your panties back up and brushed down your skirt as you buttoned your blouse up. Your sister and Connor's footsteps growing closer to you. Murphy wiped his chin and fluffed his hair lightly before pulling you into a hug and kissing your neck sweetly.

"Seriously man! This is the second time I found ye in the woods together!" Connor sighed, stopping behind you. Your eyes met his and you did not quite understand the look in them. Something dark and almost angry as he glanced up and down your figure, taking in your mussed, stuck up hair and flushed face, the slightly awkward grip you had on his brother's bicep, the reddened skin along your neck where Murphy has been sucking and nipping at your skin moments ago. You averted your gaze as your cheeks blushed a deep red, chewing on your lip nervously.

"Fuck’s sake Con! Can't I have a few minutes to do summit fer a friend?"

"Friends don't fuck each other Murphy MacManus! You keep your hands off my baby sister!" Sara interrupted, grabbing you and pulling you away from the darker twin and out of the woods. "I TOLD you to stay away from him. He's not a good guy Y/N."

"Fuck off Sara. Don't try the big sister routine with me when you're fucking his twin." You snap back, storming away towards the school in the distance, her and the twins voices calling after you as you ran.

Trust your sister to ruin your mood.

Today was going to be one of those days.

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