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morbific-or-felicific · 11 months

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-ADRONITIS Featuring Childe

Meaning: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house

Word Count: 2.3k~

Description: Childe is helping you train and decides to show off his foul legacy form only to decide to fuck you

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were exhausted. You had been hiking to the top of what was probably a mountain, and somehow, you had the eleventh most powerful member of the Fatui walking alongside you. You still weren’t sure how you had been afforded the opportunity to speak with Childe, but my god were you glad you got to. For the past month or so, you had been spending the majority of your free time training with Childe.

Frankly, you had no idea how you had managed to swing that, but you were damn grateful that you had. It was all thanks to a seemingly innocuous comment you had made about hoping to one day be as strong as him the first time you two had spoken. You honestly still weren’t sure why he had decided to speak to you of all people. There would be no reason for him to have noticed you…right?

But unbeknownst to you, Childe had been watching you for quite some time before he had even decided to speak to you. You had caught his eye with your ability to best practically any recruit that you sparred against and the fact that any missions you were a part of were always successful. He was initially just fascinated by how someone who looked as weak as you did was able to beat all of the tall, muscly boys and girls of the Fatui. However, over time, he found himself getting excited to catch glimpses of you, whether you were sparring or not, so when he finally decided he wanted to speak to you and you mentioned wanting to become as strong as him, he jumped at the chance to offer you his penis guidance.

“Are we almost there?”

At the moment, Childe had decided to help you with your endurance training and took you to what he called a “small hill”, but realistically, it felt like a mountain.

Childe gave you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, comrade. We’re almost at the top.”

You felt a little wave of relief flow through you.

Your hike continued with the two of you in comfortable silence until, finally, you reached the top of the ‘hill’. You flopped down onto the grass. You could see why he called it a hill, but by the sheer size of it, you thought that it could be considered a mountain. Childe stood by you as you caught your breath and recovered.

“Alright, are you ready to spar?”

Your stomach dropped. He wanted to spar? With you? You were going to die.

Childe chuckled at the apparent fear on your face.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”

You considered it for a moment. It would be interesting to fight him. It would probably help you improve too. You could also see how well you could stand up to his skill.

“…Okay.”

Childe grinned before offering you his hand and pulling you up. Childe pulled two practice swords out of god knows where and handed you one. You both got into a fighting stance.

“Are you ready?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”

He winked at you, and you lunged forward at him. He easily parried your attack, and you two began your dance.

You were surprised that you were actually managing to hold your own a good ways into the fight, and you thought you might last a while longer, until Childe decided to take it up a notch and start using his delusion. Fuck.

You had a vision yourself, so it wasn’t like the fight was imbalanced in that way, but adding a delusion? That was just unfair.

The fight continued, and while you had taken a few hits, you were still going. Childe was thoroughly enjoying himself, and while he was holding back his true strength, he was still curious to see how you would react if he unleashed his full power on you. He wanted to see you try and fight against his overwhelming power, when realistically, there was no way you could put up any meaningful fight. He also kind of just wanted to show off for you, but that’s not important.

“Why don’t I show you what I’m truly capable of, comrade!”

You were somehow convinced that you might actually have a chance of beating the harbinger before he had said that. Then, all of a sudden, he started rising from the ground in a spiral of water, and in a flash, he was covered in new armour, and he had grown much, much taller. You had heard rumours of this transformation before. It was called “foul legacy”, was it not? You had heard that it made him grow all the way to 9’6, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t heard girls speculating on uh, what else grew.

Of course, facing him like this now, the most prominent thoughts in your head were “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m so fucking dead.”

Childe let off a few attacks, and you were dodging them the best you could. Of course, you were too terrified to realize that he was purposefully attacking in predictable ways and leaving himself open for attacks, should you develop the bravery.

He loved this. The rush of fighting and the gratification of fighting someone that he knew he could crush in an instant. That isn’t to say you weren’t strong, of course, you had exceeded Childe’s expectations, but he was just so much stronger. He was starting to get a little worked up, watching the way your body was moving. All of the adrenaline and endorphins rushing through his body were making you look even better than usual. Besides, you definitely didn’t look bad in the little shorts and t-shirt you had worn for the hike.

Finally, after ten or so minutes of dodging various attacks of his, you decided to strike back at him. You swung your sword at his chest, but before it could meet its mark, your blade stopped mid air. You looked for what had stopped your swing, and you saw Childe’s massive, armoured, clawed hand holding your sword. Within the same moment, you felt him yank on your sword, causing you to slam into his body, your head barely reaching his stomach. He reached an arm down around your shoulders to keep you there. Childe felt his breath grow heavier as he pressed you against himself.

“You’ve fought admirably. I’ve enjoyed this fight. Why don’t I repay you?”

You hadn’t realized how his voice had changed, and it was making you feel a certain way… no, no you need to focus. You struggled fruitlessly in his grip.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I want to make you feel good, comrade.”

There’s no way he meant…no, not right now. It wasn’t possible.

“Come now, I’ll do all the work. Just let me fuck you.”

You turned bright red. Well, bright redder.

“Uh, I mean if you wanted to maybe do something tonight, we could uh… maybe do something, if you actually want to…”

“Not later. Now.”

“But…”

“Do you not want to?”

“No, I do…I definitely do… I just… it won’t work unless you change back first, right?”

“I’ll make it work.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. He loosened his grip on your shoulders, but before he could do anything else, you shot backwards instinctively. Childe immediately got back into a fighting stance. Well, it didn’t look like the fight was over yet. He attacked, and this time, you barely made it out unscathed. Now that he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, Childe was determined to get you in his arms and on his cock.

After another attack from Childe and a few failed parries, you somehow managed to trip over your own feet and fall backwards, hitting the ground hard and knocking the wind out of yourself. Childe chucked at your misstep and took the opportunity to pick you up, pull off your shorts and underwear and hold you up against his chest with one of his arms, making you wrap your legs around him. Childe pulled off one of his gloves before tossing it to the ground and pushing two of his big fingers into your mouth. You were already so worked up just from how much bigger than you Childe was, and feeling his big fingers in your mouth only added to that. He pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth until he decided he was ready to reach down and push them inside of you. His fingers felt so big. You were terrified of how big his cock was going to be. He kept fucking you, eventually adding another two fingers, doing his best to prep you. Finally, when he thought you were ready enough, he undid his belt, letting it drop to the grass before undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. You could feel his cock hit against your back, and a wave of fear flowed through you, but you were far too committed to whatever was going to happen next to back out now.You blushed, looking up at him, and then you realized that he still had his mask on. Wanting to see his face, you reached up to try to move it. Your attempt was fruitless. Childe laughed before pulling off his mask for you.

He lifted you up, hands firmly on your waist, and that’s when you saw his cock. Your eyes popped out of your head. It looked like it was almost as big as your arm. There was no way that was going to fit in you. Childe lined himself up with you so he could start bringing you down onto his monstrous cock. Childe pulling you down mixed with simple gravity let him push into you without much resistance from you writhing around. You yelped at the pain. It felt like he was going to rip you in two if he went in any farther, but of course, that didn’t stop him. Childe was slowly pushing inside of you as you whined about how it was too big and how you couldn’t take it, tears streaming down your face. But Childe just shushed you and stroked his thumb along your hip, telling you that you can handle it.

Eventually, you were as full as you could get, despite Childe attempting to fit more of himself inside of you. After all, you only had more than half of him buried in you.

As much as it hurt to have something so big inside of you, you had never felt so full in your life. It just felt so good.

Childe waited until you had adjusted the best you could to the size of his cock before he started bouncing you on it, doing his best to not push too far with each thrust. Your mind was blank. The only thing you could think about was how fucking good it felt to have this massive man fucking you like you were a toy.

You could hear Childe moaning at how good you felt around him, and it was music to your ears. His voice was so deep now that it gave you butterflies whenever he spoke.

“How does it feel, comrade? Do you feel good? Am I making you feel good?”

You couldn’t formulate a response. You just let out a moan and a little squeak when he brought you down too hard.

“Have you gone dumb on my cock already? That’s too bad. I thought you would be able to endure it better, but I suppose this is really what you’re good at hmm? Being a toy for me?”

You weren’t paying any attention to whatever he was saying because you were so close to cumming around Childe’s massive cock. Fuck, it just feels so good.

With a little shout, you came and were seeing stars. Feeling you spasm around his cock was all Childe needed to cum along with you. He filled you up with his cum, and it was dripping out of you, even with his cock still inside of you. You were out of breath and were waiting for Childe to lift you off of his cock when you realized something. Was he still hard? You looked up at him, eyes wide.

“I’m not done yet. I have to see how much I can really fill you up.”

And with that, he was fucking you again, just as hard and just as fast. He was gripping your sides so tightly that you were convinced that his still-gloved hand had managed to draw blood, but you didn’t care enough to stop him and make him take it off.

Before too long, you were cumming around him once again. Your vision flashed white, and everything blurred together for a moment as the euphoria rushed through your body. Childe smiled as he kept bouncing you on his cock, not giving you a moment to rest.

It went on like that for almost another hour. You were barely conscious when Childe finally lifted you off of his cock and set you down on the grass. He transformed back to normal before watching for a moment as his cum flowed out of you onto the grass. He knelt next to you and pressed on your lower stomach, making even more cum run out of you. After a minute or two, he wiped the cum and little bit of blood off of you and slipped your shorts back onto your limp body. He lifted you up in his arms and gave you a little kiss on your lips before starting the hike back to his home at the Fatui compound.

As far as he was concerned, now you were his, and he was going to treat you as well as he possibly could.

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turtletaubwrites · 1 month

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Misty Eyes ~ Masterlist

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

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Summary: You were the weakest member of the Donquixote Family, so Doflamingo found another way you could serve him. Until your childhood crush found you, freeing you from those chains. What will Law expect in return?

Author's Note: PLEASE heed the tags below, and do not read this fic if you aren't comfortable with these topics. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Reader is a devil fruit user who was raised with the family, and groomed by Doflamingo. When this fic starts, she had been Doffy's lover for two years (their sexual relationship didn't start until her early twenties). Reader leaves with Law when the fic begins, but there will be graphic flashbacks of memories with Doffy throughout the story.

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, (unnamed character), Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Hair-Pulling, Birth Control, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there!), Forced Pregnancy (Implied/Intended), Sterilization (Implied/Intended), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Soft Trafalgar D. Water Law, Other Additional Tags To Be Added

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

Thank you @pinejayy for this delicious request!! I went a little overboard 😅

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year

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Falling For the Devil [Part three: "The Time Daredevil Saved You"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're out for a few drinks with your friends at Josie's. On your walk home you're ambushed by a few men because of a story you've been digging into. Daredevil shows up to save you.

You discover Daredevil's identity in minutes because you've spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at Matt Murdock's mouth over the past year. And you also manage to bring penis-shaped whistles into the conversation.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.6k

a/n: Sharing part three of FFTD on tumblr! Trying to see how many I can get up today (there are a total of 74 parts currently on AO3). Find the full list of installments available on tumblr here or in my Masterlist!

“Next time why don’t we find a different bar to drink at?” Marci suggested, eyeing the bottom of her drained glass with a raised brow and narrowed eyes.

“Blasphemy!” Foggy bellowed, playfully slamming a fist onto the table.

You and Karen giggled from your seats across the table from the couple as Marci shot Foggy an exaggerated eye roll. She often managed to bring up visiting a different bar almost every other time you had all met up at Josie’s. But this place had become a weekly spot for the five of you to often gather and blow off steam from your week at work.

Except tonight Matt was unavailable, which had been happening more frequently. Foggy only ever used the excuse that Matt was busy, but you could read between the lines. Matt was most likely on a date with someone stunning and probably just as outspoken as him and vastly more confident than you would ever be. Someone who didn’t fall apart and clam up when he gave them one measly little compliment.

“Well you do realize there are other bars where you don’t have to order your drinks neat because, gasp ,” Marci said, exaggerating a dramatic expression for a moment, “the water lines aren’t filled with questionable bacteria and mold.”

“But Josie’s is where this all began ,” Foggy shot back, his tone impassioned like he usually got on a long-winded spiel. “Where Nelson and Murdock started. I mean, you and I might not be engaged if we hadn’t started this firm because we wouldn’t have worked that Tully case against you.” His focus shifted to Karen as he waved a hand at her. “And then Matt and I wouldn’t have met Karen and taken her under our wing, molding her to be the badass lawyer she is now.” Karen rolled her eyes with a smile before taking a drink from her beer as Foggy shifted to you, saying your name and continuing. “She wouldn’t be here either if Nelson, Murdock, and Page hadn’t been celebrating a win that Monday evening a year ago! And Matt wouldn’t have introduced us to yet another integral member of our friend group!”

You sent him a tight smile, happy to be considered an integral member of the friend group, but upset at being reminded that you were only Matt’s friend. And then in turn you were reminded that he was probably out fucking some gorgeous woman senseless this evening. With an internal groan you took another pull of your beer. You desperately wished to be that woman he was fucking senseless.

“So when are we planning the bachelorette for party again?” Karen asked, her attention on Marci now.

Marci absently toyed with the beautiful engagement ring on her finger, a dreamy smile on her face as the diamond sparkled in the dim light of Josie’s bar. “In two months, and you bitches better be there.”

“We’re your bridesmaids,” you reminded her. “It’s like, literally our duty to be at the bachelorette party that we’re planning.”

“With phallic shaped objects,” Karen added.

Marci giggled as Foggy only rolled his eyes, clearly wishing Matt was here so he could tune out this conversation.

“I can’t believe you found dick-shaped lipstick,” Marci said.

“You can find almost anything in the shape of a dick,” you deadpanned.

“Confetti,” Karen threw out.

“Penis-shaped gummies,” you added.

“Straws.”

“Temporary tattoos,” you listed.

“Balloons.”

“Whistles, which we actually did get,” you told Marci.

“Crowns,” Karen continued.

“Sashes,” you told her. Marci opened her mouth and you quickly cut her off. “And yes, yours has a dick on it.”

Foggy held up a hand, shaking his head and interrupting the conversation. “Okay, can we save the penis talk for when I’m not here?” he asked.

Marci pouted at him while Karen laughed at his discomfort, taking another drink. You shot Foggy an exaggerated sympathetic look.

“Feeling left out?” you asked. “Want me to get you some tit-shaped objects for your party?”

Foggy chuckled, shaking his head. “No, and don’t give Matt that idea.”

“Oh, I’m definitely giving Matt that idea now,” you teased back, eyes narrowing dangerously. "You're getting a boobie beach ball, Fog."

You’d ended up spending the next couple of hours at Josie’s with Foggy, Marci, and Karen. The night had taken a turn more towards wedding planning since Matt was not around to help bring up anything else. Foggy had looked bored out of his mind, staring at his beer when he wasn’t checking his watch for the time.

Eventually it had gotten late enough that you figured you’d need to head home. You were looking forward to that bit of pizza you had left in your fridge and to being able to sleep in tomorrow morning, so you’d said your goodbyes and headed out of Josie’s, choosing to walk the couple of blocks like you usually did. Though, Matt usually offered to walk you back home when he was out with you all since he didn’t live too far from you.

Unfortunately tonight you would be walking alone.

The night was a little chilly and you tugged your cardigan tighter around yourself, hugging your arms over your body as you made the journey back to your apartment. It was a walk that had become incredibly familiar over the last year. You’d spent almost every Friday night after meeting Matt at Josie’s throwing back at least one beer with the group before heading home. And you’d liked that your life had changed that way.

But you hated that you still thought about Matt as more than a friend. Hated that deep down you were still hoping and waiting for that phone call of him finally asking you on a date. It didn’t help that Karen and Marci shot you sympathetic looks every time someone flirted with him or gave him their number. It had happened so much this past year that you thought Foggy was even starting to notice at this point.

“Hey!” someone called out.

Your heart rate quickened, your eyes darting to where the voice had come from. There were two men standing in the nearby alley looking directly at you. And then you heard one of them call out your name and you felt fear flood your veins like ice. And then you bolted.

You were running down the sidewalk, trying to escape the two men now chasing you, but after the few beers you’d just had and the fact that you weren’t the most athletic person, you weren’t very fast or very graceful. And as you neared the corner of the street, a third man appeared and you realized they were intentionally trying to trap you. The only place to run was down the alley to your right, which clearly was a deadend. When you glanced to your left, you saw one of the men behind you making his way into the street, blocking your path in that direction now, too. You were cornered.

“Figueroa doesn’t like that you’ve been digging into him,” one of the men called out.

You winced, recognizing the name immediately. It was the story Ellison warned you not to chase a year ago. One you’d still been trying to unravel, slowly picking away at.

“He sent us to teach you a lesson,” the man from behind said.

You spun, turning and walking backwards until your back hit the building behind you. And then you were really trapped as all three men advanced on you, your heart pounding thunderously in your chest.

“Nowhere to go now,” the first man taunted.

A figure to your left stepped out of the alley just beside you and you flinched back instinctively, assuming it was another man here to hurt you. But instead he stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and the three men. And that’s when you realized it was Daredevil, complete with his red suit and horned helmet. Your eyes widened in shock; in all your time here in Hell’s Kitchen you’d never seen him before.

“And I’m about to send Figueroa a message,” Daredevil growled back. “He doesn’t touch the journalist.”

He flew forward, simultaneously attacking the three men in a barrage of fists and kicks and impressive flips. Blood was spraying through the air in conjunction with the sound of bones breaking and men screaming. Daredevil was brutal in his attack and your wide eyes were glued in shock to the way he moved so gracefully despite the violence he was perpetrating.

Nearly as quick as he’d appeared, the fight was over. The three men were unconscious on the sidewalk and Daredevil’s chest was heaving as he took a moment to recover from the fight. And then he turned, focusing on you.

“You should drop that story you’re working on for now,” he told you, his voice sounding oddly familiar. “It’s not safe for you to investigate this anymore.”

Your heart was still loudly pounding in your ears as your eyes left the sight of the unconscious men and focused on the infamous vigilante. Your eyes were scanning him over, your gaze lingering at his mouth and his jaw. They looked so very familiar…

“How do you know I’m a journalist?” you breathed out, eyes studying his face.

His jaw clenched, the muscles ticking in his cheeks. “I recognized the name they called out,” he answered quickly. “You work at The Bulletin.”

“How do you know I’m working on a story about Figueroa?” you asked him next.

He swallowed hard, head canting to the side as he studied you. And that’s when it hit you–you’d spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at that mouth, memorizing the exact shape of his plump lips because you’d so often imagined kissing them. And that jawline with that dark stubble–you’d often fought the urge to drag your fingers along it many a drunk night at Josie’s. His voice was slightly off as if he was intentionally pitching it lower, but the frame and build of his body was the same. You’d studied Matt far too closely this past year not to recognize the same way Matt canted his head to the side, too.

Your heart was racing even faster in your chest now and you saw Daredevil’s lips thin into a straight, disapproving line.

“Matt?” you asked hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper.

He blew out a sharp, surprised exhale from his mouth. “How did you–?”

Your eyes widened as you stared back at him, Daredevil’s voice shifting back to one that was so very obviously Matt’s. “Holy fucking hell–are you serious right now?”

“Your apartment,” he said firmly. “Not here.”

You stared at him in shock for a long moment, mouth gaping like a damn fish as he stood in your living room, red helmet in one hand. He’d climbed in through your fire escape shortly after you’d gotten into your apartment. Your brain was still taking a moment to process everything that had just happened.

Matt was Daredevil.

“So wait,” you began, a hand to your forehead as you tried to understand, “while we were at Josie’s discussing penis whistles just a bit ago, you were out running around as Daredevil ?”

Matt’s head tilted to the side, his dark brows creasing together as he blinked hard a few times back at you. He shook his head a moment later, his sightless gaze landing at your chest as a look of confusion and disbelief washed over his features. “You find out I’m Daredevil and yet somehow you still manage to bring up…penis whistles in the same sentence?” he asked, the corner of his lips beginning to tug upwards.

“Well I mean,” you began, mind still reeling, “poor Foggy was left to listen to bachelorette party discussions because you were out doing all of that.” You waved a hand in his general direction for emphasis. “Which, by the way, he definitely needs tit-shaped decorations for the bachelor party. I'm buying him a boob shaped beach ball." You tilted your head to the side for a moment, vaguely aware of Matt lightly laughing as you added, "Come to think of it I think there's a sash that even says 'one clit that's it' and I think he needs that, too. You can tell him I said ‘you’re welcome’ for them. He’ll get it.”

Matt was smiling now, shaking his head yet again and chuckling to himself as he stared back at you in something akin to amused awe. “You’re…you’re telling me to buy Foggy tit-shaped decorations for his bachelor party about fifteen minutes after discovering this huge secret about me?”

“Well, you’re already attractive and successful, why not be a fucking superhero ninja, too?” you blurted.

Matt burst into a laugh, a hand running through his disheveled brown hair. You groaned and collapsed onto your couch, throwing your face in your hands.

“I’ve reached the point of the evening with drinking where that filter between my brain and mouth,” you grumbled, voice muffled behind your hands, “has entirely disintegrated and that was not meant to be said aloud. I’m also going to blame that on shock from nearly being murdered a bit ago.” Your head darted up from your hands as you looked back up at Matt, who was gazing uncharacteristically fondly down at you with a soft expression on his face. You tried to ignore the way it made your heart flutter in your chest. “Which, thanks for the last minute save, by the way," you continued. "Don’t think I’d manage to take them out with second-hand embarrassment alone.”

“This is by far the most interesting way someone has discovered my secret,” he said, still very amused as he came to sit beside you on the couch.

“Wait, who the hell else knows?” you asked in shock.

“Karen and Foggy,” Matt answered. “They uh, didn’t take it quite as well as you seem to be taking it.”

"It's not like I really know much about all of this to form an opinion," you admitted. "It's shocking but also…" you shrugged a shoulder. "You could be doing worse things I suppose."

"Worse things?" he asked, brows raised. "What would you deem more upsetting than finding out I'm a vigilante?"

"I don't know," you shot back, your brain grasping for examples. "Selling drugs to children? Illegal sex trafficking? Eating dog meat?"

"Okay, well one of those is very clearly not on the same level as the others," Matt pointed out.

"You asked what I deemed worse than being a vigilante," you countered.

He laughed, his body shaking you on the couch along with him at the movement. His eyes creased at the corners as he turned his full attention on you. "And that's what you came up with?" he asked. “Eating dog meat?”

"You put me on the spot!" you shot back.

His laugh died out after a moment and then his expression turned serious. His sightless eyes studied you before he asked, "How'd you know it was me so easily?"

You swallowed hard, hands fidgeting with the stitching in your cardigan. "Not many people know about the story I've been working on. And I…recognized your, uh, mouth."

You could feel his gaze boring a hole in the side of your face and you refused to look at him. Your cheeks were aflame after that admission.

"You recognized my mouth?" he asked in surprise.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, your gaze still intentionally avoiding his. "I plead the fifth," you muttered. You heard him open his mouth, about to speak, but then you quickly cut him off. "Are you hungry?" you blurted, finally looking at him and taking in his confused expression. "Because I had every intention of coming back home and reheating some leftover pizza. You want some?"

"I–yeah," he answered slowly, brows creased together as if he was trying to keep up with what was going on. "Uh, yeah, sure."

You rose from the couch, heading to the kitchen and pulling the pizza box from the fridge. Matt was leaning against your kitchen table, watching you with a bemused look on his face as you closed the fridge door.

"I was going to toss it in the oven to heat it up," you told him. "Better than the microwave. Unless you have some sort of pizza-heating super power I am also unaware of?"

Another smile broke across his face, the lone dimple in his right cheek appearing. You always loved that dimple, it only ever showed up when he was really smiling.

"No, no pizza heating abilities," he answered softly.

"Bummer," you commented, heading to the oven and setting the temperature. You turned back towards him, resting your back along the kitchen counter as you eyed him. "So what can you do? Do you have laser eyes? Can you lift cars? Read minds?" Your eyes immediately widened at that thought. "Please tell me you don't read minds," you added quickly.

"No," he said, still smiling as he shook his head. "I don't read minds. Or have laser eyes or lift cars. I do have heightened senses though."

One of your brows rose curiously. "What's that mean?" you questioned.

"Means I can smell exactly what beer you had at Josie’s tonight," he told you, "and that you had four of them. I can also tell you had lunch at that sushi place you like." Your jaw dropped as he continued. "I can also tell you've been blushing since you said you recognized my mouth a minute ago," he continued, his mouth in question quirking up at the corner in amusement which only made you blush further. "And I can hear your heart racing. I’ve noticed it’s often racing around me."

"I'm a nervous person," you muttered awkwardly, crossing your arms over your chest. You did not want to give him the real reason he probably hears your heart racing around him frequently. "Pretty sure you knew that."

You watched as his head tilted to the side, his eyes scanning along your chest as if he was looking for something.

"What're you doing?" you asked curiously.

"I can tell if someone is lying by the sound of their heart," he answered.

One of your brows raised questioningly at him. "And you think I'm lying about being a nervous person?" you asked him suspiciously.

He shook his head, the smile on his face looking almost sad unless you were imagining it. But why would he be sad?

"No," he answered slowly. "Was just checking something. You're uh, a little harder for me to read because of the nerves. Most people's bodies react a little more predictably and it's pretty straightforward for me to understand. You've always been a little more difficult."

You sighed heavily, turning and placing the rest of the pizza from the box on your pizza pan. "Of course I'm weird even to your abilities. Why wouldn't I be?" you mumbled, opening the oven and throwing the pizza in.

Matt snorted in amusement behind you. You turned back to him at the sound, noticing him grinning back at you as you frowned.

"I tell you I hear heartbeats," Matt points out, "and you think you're the weird one?"

"Fair point," you mused. "But at least you can hide your weirdness. Mine is perpetually on display and usually scaring people away."

"Didn't scare me away," he told you gently, his tone softer than usual. “I like your weirdness.”

Matt was staring back at you with that look again. It was that tender and almost affectionate look he'd had on his face a bit ago when he had first shown up and you'd been rambling on about the boob-shaped beach balls and penis whistles and had your heart momentarily skipping in your chest.

Why was he looking at you like that?

You cleared your throat, glancing away. If you kept staring at that look on his face you might start foolishly giving yourself false hope for something more with him. And that would just be painful and stupid.

"So what, I'm supposed to drop the story on Figueroa that I've been working on for a year and let him keep trafficking women?" you questioned Matt.

Matt sighed softly at the change in topic, the sound almost too quiet to notice. And then he pulled out one of your kitchen chairs and sat down running a hand over his face. You watched him from your place against the counter.

"Drop it for now," he told you. "I'm looking into it. When I get the proof I need, you'll be the one I give the information to. You can publish it, expose him for what he's doing. It’ll help get him arrested. In the meantime I’ll just…keep an eye on your place when I’m out. Make sure he’s not sending more guys after you."

"Do you…want the notes I've gotten so far?" you asked him curiously.

"Sure," he answered. "Maybe you have something I haven't found yet."

You pushed off the counter, heading past Matt towards your room and grabbing your laptop. You brought it back to the kitchen table and opened it, turning it on. And then a thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t resist the laugh that came out of your mouth.

"What?" he asked, his sightless gaze warm as he stared at you.

"I feel like your oddball sidekick," you joked.

Another large smile broke across his face as he chuckled. You couldn't help the matching smile that spread across your face in return.

"You'd need a name," Matt teasingly pointed out. “And a costume.”

You snorted in amusement, shaking your head as you pulled up your notes on the laptop. “Pretty sure I’m embarrassing enough on my own without a Halloween costume and another ridiculous name for people to call me,” you answered.

“As I said already,” Matt replied, that fond expression returning to his face as he gazed back at you, resting an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I like your weirdness.”

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Weak Spot - Chapter 61

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

We're hanging on by a thread in this week's chapter art by @mrabubu

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

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Fem!Reader References/Warnings: hospital stay, vomiting, healing, mental breakdown

You were exhausted by every definition of the word. As long as you were awake there was something there vying for your attention and it left you drained. From healing to tests to visitors, occurrences were all around you. Sleep came in inevitable spurts and felt like your only respite. Consciousness was a thing to be dealt with as much as you wanted otherwise.

Your friends came in pairs.

Your ex-roommate, Coral, had apparently shown up more than once while you were unconscious, but upon seeing you, eyes open for the first time, she burst into her first actual tears. It left the two turtles always in your presence a noticeable speechless as she rushed over, but kept from collapsing onto you. In time though, she was in your bed and regaling you in how she attacked Leo assuming he was the cause. Leo corroborated the story citing how alike the two of you were which then led to Coral finding out about the S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. suit debacle.

She reigned hell down on the blue turtle for even thinking to touch the automaton.

As amused as Donnie was about Leo’s beat down, his own bitterness dictated he bring up how Coral still had beef with his son.

Coral said that was all in the past and Leo was left sputtering on what appeal S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had to have charmed so many.

All the while, your nervous friend Nelson, who now lived with Coral, was fluffing a bouquet they had brought.

You heard Donnie throw him a comment about foliage and the two talked a quiet distraction as Leo sulked in a corner.

“So… Magic underground city.” Coral said, pushing your cuticles back even though you’d told her multiple times how much you hated it.

“It’s maybe another dimension?” You wanted to yank your hand free, but it would be too much effort.

She slowed, studying your nails. “You’re not going back, right?”

“No, I was already over it, but now…?” You sighed.

“Never.” Donnie cut through both conversations with bitterness.

“Good call.” Coral pointed to him without looking. “Sucks about your library though.”

“Library…?” Leo didn’t glance over as his phone was now in hand.

Donnie’s gaze pointedly narrowed where Nelson could see it.

Your nervous friend tilted his head with concern.

Leo heard the silence and it pulled his gaze. “The mystic library?”

“Leo…” You warned.

“If there’s a detail left out that can help the investigation…” Leo pressed back, sitting upright.

“It’s not related.” You decided.

“How would you know?” Leo bristled.

“Can you not bitch about Y/N’s memory loss? I’d suppress the thing too, damn!” Coral hissed.

“Sorry, I’m trying to cover my bases and make sure there isn’t a larger plot to kill them.” Leo mimicked her tone.

She glowered.

Donnie exhaled quietly.

Nelson gave him a sad smile.

Donnie took it with a slight nod.

You knew Nelson knew as much as Leo, but even he could sense the line.

“Them.” Coral spoke around her tongue. “Going soft, blueberry? Don’t you and grapes over here have mega beef?”

Leo was on his feet with furious eyes, but he stayed rooted in place.

Coral only cocked a waiting brow at him.

Leo’s gaze narrowed.

Her smile grew.

“Why don’t you talk motive then, detective sea rocks?” Leo walked over, gearing up for a challenge on the way.

“Omigosh, I’ve never heard that one before.” Coral feigned a gasp behind a hand before tucking an arm around you to appear more casual. “I’ll bite.”

“Please.” Leo pulled up a stool and took the position of the Thinker.

“We got vacation gone wrong and a jealous ex.” Coral shrugged as if that were obvious.

Donnie reared.

Nelson held up anxious hands.

Leo bit down on a bark of laughter. “Ex, huh?”

“Oh yeah, this has crime of passion written all over it.” Coral pointed at your bandages. “Don’t you think?” She lolled her head toward you.

You weighed your response before looking at your boyfriend. “Donnie’s never mentioned one.”

Donnie shot Coral specifically, an embittered look. “At best, the yokai in question was marked in my database simply because they were part of the police department. I have no greater notes and no further ties.”

“Knew you read turbo virgin.” Coral lowered her lids as if Donnie had walked right into her trap.

He only stared back.

Leo lasted one entire second before he began to cackle so hard it spun his chair.

It stung, but you knocked your head against Coral’s.

“Hey!” She squawked, more for your sake.

“Leave him alone.” You switched your grip as fast as you could and dug your nail into her nail bed.

“Ouch!! What the fuck!?”

“Yeah, it hurts!” You sent her your disdain.

She sent her own.

“Y/N’s injured…” Nelson felt the need to remind the room.

Coral ignored him and left her hand in yours. “It has to be something like that though. To drug ‘em both, but only hurt Y/N. From what you described, it sounds like they wanted Donnie to watch.”

“Not my name.” Donnie grumbled.

“I got you multiple birthday presents, I’ll call you whatever I want.” Coral smoothed out her fingertips to yours.

You could feel Leo picking up the tidbits of closeness and how it rendered him further confused.

“Evidence schmevidence.” Coral continued. “They had a hard on for purple.”

Leo tapped his stool. “Nothing we don’t already know.”

“How long was he on the force?” Coral was far more careful in examining the hand on your injured arm.

“Twenty three years.” Donnie replied.

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything to me.” She skimmed your digits. “How’s that fall into your timeline?”

“Coral, Leo’s here.” You sighed.

“So? Hey, blue balls, do you not know Plankton's backstory or what?” She didn’t look up.

Leo made a confused face at the nickname.

“You don’t know the back story.” You reminded her with a dull stare.

“I know some!” She huffed, proud. “Apparently more than pepper face.”

“I have two brothers. You aren’t coming up with an insult I haven’t already heard.” Leo seemed both amused and not.

Coral shined him an all too wide grin.

Donnie was caught in thought. “Records indicate he became a beat cop around the time I became official.”

You leaned your head on Coral’s shoulder.

She laid hers on top. “Official how? He must have met you then.”

Donnie either felt lonely or sensitive because he crept up to your side. “I have no such memory.”

You held out a hand for him and he took it.

“How old are you?” Leo looked at Donnie, tepidly.

“Vivisection placed me at approximately 35.” Donnie responded, keeping his gaze to your hold.

Leo made a disgruntled noise.

“Vivi…” Coral mouthed before the word sank in. “Who cut you open?!”

Donnie didn’t budge.

Coral checked with you, but you tucked your head away.

“He cut himself open.” Leo spoke with knowing disdain.

“How would you know!?” Coral glanced at him.

“I don’t, but I do. Look at how they just reacted.” Leo threw a hand up to gesture to you. “Besides, he used to always do fucked up shit to his body. I’m surprised he isn’t the one bed ridden.”

“Shame you’re so imprecise with that blade you supposedly trained your life with.” Donnie turned up hatred.

Leo’s body rose with a current of surprise and rage.

Nelson wandered into the line of fire. “U-uh w-we were talking about the common enemy!”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed. You have no sense of self perseveration, I swear. Nels, come here, stupid.” Coral removed herself from you and held out a hand.

Nelson resisted and stayed firmly in place between Donnie and Leo.

“Nels!” Coral growled.

The man in question shook his head.

Donnie stepped in closer behind him. “As good a time as ever for you to finally admit why you spared me that day.”

Leo didn’t break eye contact, but there was something unstable about him.

You didn’t know what Donnie was talking about.

“Y/N…” Coral pleaded with you.

You could barely hear her. “Donnie?”

Donnie laid a hand on Nelson’s shoulder.

You took it as an indication that he’d be safe.

Coral went to move.

Leo blocked her with a raised hand.

Her shoulders hunched, ready to strike if need be.

“You were eleven or twelve when you became an official villain.” Leo finally spoke and the entire moment disengaged.

No collective sigh had, the humans in the room wilted.

“Same as me.” Leo mumbled out the side of his mouth.

“Approximately.” Donnie steered Nelson back towards the bouquet.

“The yokai was six times your age.” Leo spoke his thoughts.

“Gross.” Coral chanced, still shaken.

You nudged her lightly and she spared you a downtrodden look.

Leo nodded. “Surprised a newbie cop survived… Especially one that failed to get on the force three times.”

You felt a pinch in your head and looked toward your water cup.

Nelson was closer and got it before Donnie could.

You thanked him quietly and drank.

“Why’s that?” Coral ventured.

“Someone almost single handedly wiped out the force.” Leo bobbed his head toward Donnie without looking.

“At twelve…?” Coral looked at Donnie then you.

You had no defense.

You kept your eyes down.

“Not so fun galavanting with a murderer.” Leo barely kept a sneer in line. “Who doesn’t know enough now?”

“Leo, shut the fuck up.” You spat bile.

Leo only snorted and folded his arms.

He closed himself off.

For a long moment there was quiet.

Then Coral picked at your blanket. “Antelope lived…”

You were the only one to look.

“The bastard.” Her eye was on your covered body. “Obsessed with becoming a cop means he’s prone to going all in. Who’s to say he didn’t get high off living through an encounter with the demon child?”

Donnie’s eye darted as he connected the dots.

Your head hurt.

This was hitting the limits of your interactions.

You also had physical therapy scheduled soon.

You were about to mention it when Leo piped up. “His family all worked city jobs. If you fold in the mystic library, however it fits, then he’s obsessed with some duty to the city.”

In a sudden slam of your skull you had a vague thought about sacred spaces before your stomach churned.

As if socked, you hunched forward on a gag. “Gonna vomit…!”

Coral was out of the bed and Donnie was around you with a pan. “I’ve got you. Let it out.”

You gagged and spit as he rubbed your back.

“That’s enough.” Leo spoke softly. “Visiting hours are over.”

“Y/N…” Coral mumbled.

“It’s…” You choked.

“Y/N is alright. You’ll come back?” Donnie asked for you.

“Of course… Don’t worry.” Coral headed towards the door. “Nels, seriously this time.”

“Yeah…” Nelson maneuvered around Donnie and shot Leo a vicious warning look as he passed that only you and the receiver seemed to see.

Leo was scorned as the two parted with apologies and goodbyes.

With nothing coming up from the nausea wave, you eventually laid back and cursed to the dead air of the room.

Heading home after a month in the hospital was tainted by what you now thought of as your chaperone. It didn’t matter that you had been in a coma for three of those weeks, but in the hospital it had felt like one thing; Leo was there as an added pair of hands when you were at your worst. He gave Donnie a break when caring for you which you were endlessly thankful for. His mischievous side paired with his convenient powers meant you had all the contraband you could ask for from anywhere in any world. He also had a command over nearly the entire staff and, just as Donnie alluded to, you couldn’t help but notice that your hospital stay had been a positive one because of it.

In your own home though, he felt like a freeloader.

Leo was no longer as useful with no one to manipulate and he had a clear fear of touching anything in your place. His entire being was now closed up and often placed in parts of the apartment that he deemed safe. While he never said it aloud, the dart of his eye and paranoia you had learned of him spoke to how painfully aware he was of the cameras monitoring his every move. This was compounded by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., a walking manifestation of a bug in Leo’s eyes, who stopped by routinely to drop off supplies. Your son was an antagonist whether he realized it or not and he pressed Leo whenever he had the chance because he deemed it fun. You loved the automaton dearly, but his rambunctious nature meant his visits were shortened. Donnie couldn’t mediate and you were left missing his smaller form to sleep with as the best sentient heating pad on the market.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s human sized form had already been enough of a shock to Leo, so you assumed it had been decided that any more information about your son was to be kept under lock and key.

It was something you had to surmise as several decisions had been made without you. You might have found a way to ask, but guilt was eating away at Donnie for his failings already. He had to bury enough in front of his foe, because of his ninpo, and on top of being your caregiver, which meant he looked ready to keel over. You wanted to support him, but you yourself were still casted for at least another month. The spica had been your nightmare and even though you could technically walk with crutches, the threat of the plaster breaking at your hips, as you had been warned, hovered over you like a blight.

You had been assigned an in-home physical therapy.

Another invader in your home, she was kind, but she was yet another thing to think about and another barrier for Donnie to mentally navigate.

There were also the other turtles. Leo had been forced to essentially move in, which meant Mikey and Raph made excuses to drop by. It was clear their nerves were frayed over their brother’s new housing situation as it was, to them, in a lion’s den. Though each man was independent, there was a clear separation anxiety if only because of trauma. It just so happened that the source of all that was themselves and your boyfriend. It showed on all four turtles faces that this situation was progressing for too long and you were the cause.

You didn’t feel at fault.

You wished your body would heal faster and Mikey had offered to hit you with more mysticism, but having talked to the youngest had revealed the many side effects that could have taken place which put Donnie’s waiting room arsenal into perspective.

You’d told him no, that you would do this the old fashioned way, and in classic Mikey fashion, he had already moved onto the next thing.

You wished you could too.

While your assailant was no longer alive, it had been upsetting to find that the investigation had been one closed for lack of evidence. They Hidden City considered it open and shut without further motive. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of another attack stemming or in general, but anxiety took up the very little left of your sanity. You were back to near chase level concerns and it was the only way you were glad the apartment was never empty. You avoided windows and doors, but being in your own bed helped to an extent.

Heal.

You just needed to heal.

Then process.

There was a mountain of feelings to process.

If it wasn’t you, it was Donnie.

If it wasn’t Donnie, it was Leo.

If it wasn’t Leo, it was the other turtles.

Then your friends.

Then your job.

Then, everything.

One total week of your new homebound hell and you’d hobbled over to the kitchen by request of your therapist. You tried not to cry as you looked up at the cabinet that held cups. There were so many things you needed to do in order to free up a hand to reach them. It had already been an aggravating stepwise process just to get over here and having to wrangle your crutches away and back once again zapped the rest of your energy. A psychic collapsing, you were on the verge of tears for nothing and you wilted right there against your own counter.

The barest sound, not even a snivel, summoned the two men.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, you good?”

There was no escape.

No where you could even cry in peace.

Not here.

Not in the bathroom.

You could yell.

You had yelled.

You’d snapped at Donnie more than once.

The ugly side of healing, your frustrations with yourself leaked out and leeched up at those around you.

For Donnie, he took everything in a careful stride. He knew you didn’t mean it and gave you space while he was still just within reach. It still affected him, however. He’d paper mached himself into a pasted shell, but the cracks were evident. No matter how many layers he put on to hide it, pieces like that weren’t meant to be jostled. If you could have kept it in, then he wouldn’t be cracked.

You also couldn’t discuss this as there were prying tympanum.

For those reasons, Leo became your target.

You hated that.

He accepted it all too easily.It felt wrong in how calmly he’d take the barrage.He wasn’t like Donnie where he understood why you were lashing out. With Leo, it almost felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for the punishment. It spoke of many things, all too haunting and not yours to deal with. As much as he’d stomped into your life, you couldn’t help, but grow a certain fond of him. He’d helped you, he helped your mate, and he did it all after he and the ones he loved most had been terrorized for almost two decades.

Tears ran currents down your cheeks and you huffed feeling the pain of crying.

The scar tissue around your liver sat like a rock in your abdomen.

Your shoulder muscles ached near constantly.

The healed line along your ribs was taunt skin that tugged if you bent at any angle.

The damn cast sat unrelenting around your hips and deadened everything.

You choked a sob and you sensed both men flanking you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Does something hurt?”

You only shook your head.

Irrational.

Was that the right word?

No, you had justification.

It still sucked.

“Leo!” You quacked out against the barrage.

You could tell the men apart without looking and turned to your right where he was standing with a certain amount of surprise. “Yeah?”

“I need… I need time with Donnie. Can you… go do something, I don’t know… Just for a while?” You hadn’t meant for the water works to sway him, but you felt how messed up your face was when you sent your plea.

It snapped Leo’s expression shut, but there was a haunted quality to his eyes.

You knew that.

You knew your messy emotions were a threat to Donnie’s ninpo.

You just wanted some damn time to grieve with your partner.

You hadn’t had a single real moment alone with him.

All of this thankfully seemed to translate because Leo eventually gave a curt nod. “Sure. I’ll go… out, I guess. Just for a bit, but you message me if anything, anything, happens.”

You agreed and watched him go.

You waited until the door clicked shut before turning on Donnie.

He wrapped you up in his arms the best he could and brought you close.

Was this the first real hug you’d gotten from him since leaving the hospital?

You despised that.

“It’s too much!” You were forced to give the emotions voice.

Donnie nodded into your head.

“I miss you! I hate this. I can’t…!” You rooted into his sweater.

He continued to rhythmically concur.

“And you…!” You pulled back and he loosened to give you space to.

Your hands sat useless against his plastron.

Having to keep your crutches to your body meant you could reach even less of him.

You were too addled to press him and he wouldn’t allow his emotional veneer to fall.

It was a new one that you loathed.

It was different from the one he used in public for safety.

This one clung to him sickly and all the time.

It was the one that kept his powers at bay.

Shut and locked away, your watery eyes morphed his expression.

It was selfish to think he’d cry along with you, but you wanted him to so badly.

You wanted him to be able to express his own anguish.

You knew it was there.

Trapped along with everything else.

“You…” You wilted against him.

He held your pieces together.

“I miss you…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t-!” You banged his plastron.

He did nothing.

“Don’t… do that.”

He was at a loss.

“You had to. I wouldn’t be here otherwise…” You pressed your forehead just above his pectoral scutes. “You saved me. Full stop, no cost.”

“Leonard-”

“Leo nothing!” You came up glaring. “You saved me! I’m talking about you!”

His face sat neutral.

Throwing your weight against him to steady yourself, you released both your crutches to grab at his head, unencumbered. He caught your waist for balance and you used his distraction to pinch and pull his cheeks as far apart as you could. His teeth appeared stretched and he made the faintest noise of discomfort.

“You can’t even churr…” You let go and did nothing to soothe what you knew stung.

You watched his lip move as he tried to conjure something, but nothing came so he sent a metered sad gaze down at you.

“You can’t…” A few more tears loosed. “You can’t anything…”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t help you. I can’t do anything. This all-!” You nearly bit your lip and huffed to let it quiver.

Donnie nodded, the strain showing in lines on his face. “My research is coming up bare.”

“Yeah?” You leaned in close, having figured he was up to something like that, but you hadn’t had a chance to really talk.

“It seems the rat destroyed the surviving Hamato documents in a fit of letting his sons free the shackles of their destiny.” You could tell saying the sentence alone almost made Donnie vomit.

You couldn’t lean up, but you tilted your head and he came down enough to accept a peck to the cheek.

“The rest are cagey about details.”

You ran your hands along his arms. “I guess that makes sense; if they don’t teach you then you can’t use it against them.”

“But we’re inexplicably tied because of it.” Donnie’s brow furrowed.

“You’re too dangerous to leave alone.” You sighed at the conundrum.

“Contained for so long…” He had a haunted edge to his eye. “It’s as though it aggravated the ninpo’s release. It doesn’t feel as though I can be put back within the tomb of my body. It flows violent and endless… Illustrative of me… I suppose.”

You squeezed him.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and I are scrounging for records. Ninpo differs heavily from mysticism. It’s far more powerful, but it’s…” Donnie sneered. “Nonsensical. You get it by trusting family? Why? The blue bastard mentioned saving the red rube, but he’d done that dozens of times prior to whenever they unlocked it.”

“Right…” The memory dawned on you. “You saw them before like they were and then they suddenly had powers.”

“They even changed outfits.” Donnie stuck his tongue out the slightest bit.

You felt your spirits raise with how cute the action was.

He noticed and sucked the pink bit back in.

You accentuated the purse of your lip.

He mentally chewed for a moment before darting down and licking your cheek.

You squeaked and giggled into him.

He relented for a few kisses before pulling away.

You hadn’t dared test it and the mood was terrible with Leo around, but you knew Donnie was worried what even the most innocent of romantic thoughts would do to his ninpo. The most touch you’d dared was when you’d have to me moved or stabilized. He relegated the work to his hands so it came as a shock a few days ago, when you’d given up after being unable to change your own shirt due to a muscle spasm. Donnie’s body had pressed yours while he helped you and the heat there felt like something new.

Your mind was pained by the deficit, but your body had forgotten so quickly.

You cuddled close to him and, for a moment, felt those thoughts were unwarranted; he was always here. “Not everyone can nail their suit on the first try.”

“I made a few upgrades over the years, but style wise…?” He let the sentence hang.

“Spooky.” You peeked up at him.

“You think I’m spooky?” He leaned down with a faint leer.

You nodded and kissed the tip of his beak.

“The stalemate stands, but it seems there’s been improvement?” He murmured, hovering close.

“With you, me, or them?” Again, you felt the weight of the many thoughts crushing you, but this time you felt them held mutually with your boyfriend.

“Me…” He had a starting edge. “This…” He tried again. “We haven’t gotten a moment like this.”

“It seems alright…?” You tested him by swiping an all too light finger along the side of his neck.

His eyes shut and he gave the faintest shiver.

Your finger danced at his collar.

His lids lifted and showed his clear gaze. “I would say so.”

You smiled into him.

He took a longing press from your lips before he came away with a chuff. “Your improvement isn’t linear, but is obviously occurring. That’s as to be expected and as for… them, we continue regardless of their existence.”

You felt a similar lightness in him and chased it with a nipping kiss.

He allowed himself to languish in it.

Reassurances.

Hadn’t you both agreed long, long ago that those were necessary?

“How long do we have before I need to finish my homework and walk back across the apartment?” You glanced at your fallen crutches and back to him.

He had the faintest little smirk and curled around you under the guise of gathering your sticks for you.

“Ten more…”

Pulling at the resistance band, you rattled with a whine as you didn’t think you’d make it.

Across from you, your physical therapist was standing close and you despised the thin layer of sweat coating your body. It was so little effort to have taxed you this much. She also could undoubtedly smell the BO. The worst of which had to be the cast which was building odor from the lengthy use. Having been in it for almost two months, it made sense, but it was yet another reason to despise the damn thing. Donnie and Leo had yet to say anything, but you could tell by the way they turned their beaks that the pungent odor was worse for them.

Humiliation on top of misery caused you to rush the last six reps.

“Woah, woah. We gotta go slow to build that muscle…” The physical therapist caught you immediately.

“Just a… second…” You wheezed.

She traded you a bottle of water and held the band as you drank it down greedily.

Nearby Donnie stood with an arm crossed against his torso and a hand covering the bottom half of his face.

As you came away panting from labor and oxygen deprivation from drinking too much water, you knew that to be his PT position. He assumed it in every session you’d had so far as he wasn’t allowed to be present for the ones in the hospital. You wanted to ask why he always appeared the same, but you hadn’t been able to. A literal workout, you only wanted to wash up and then bury the exhaustion afterward. By the time you were back to the barest energy levels, you tabled it because another session was the last thing you wanted to ruminate on. During, however, you’d see him and wonder.

Was he holding himself back?

Was it hard to watch you struggle?

Did he want to help?

He never once interfered or made a noise. He kept his distance unless coaxed, which would sometimes happen if the physical therapist needed to demonstrate how to do your homework-type exercises. She was only scheduled to come by three times a week so you were expected to continue even when she wasn’t around. He took that job with a severity and was a menace about you having exactly the right posture to maximize healing. You knew beside his search to control his ninpo, he’d been studying everything there was to know about your particular injuries, but neither field seemed to be progressing.

Leo, on the other hand, almost always used your sessions to nap. You were sure he was worried in the beginning. He probably thought Donnie would fly off the handle at seeing you taxed, but instead Donnie stood as an intent observer. Seeing that to be the case, Leo took these moments as time off. Never a guest, Leo had fallen into a fixture-like role in your home over the course of two and a half weeks. It never felt like he truly moved in, though he rarely ever left, which made him almost an odd lamp you wished you could toss out. The couch was where he frequented and you assumed he was hidden there where you couldn’t see. His break while you busted your butt stung worse than Donnie’s hovering. It’s not like you wanted him around while you worked out, but him acting like these moments were vacations made you want to snap the resistance band in his face.

Even if it sometimes felt like it, neither man looked down at you.

You could do this and it was the only other thing you thought Donnie might be thinking. As much faith as you had in him, he had equal droves for you. If he was watching to see each sweat droplet marking your progress, it filled your chest with pride. Even when you failed to complete a full set, your physical therapist still congratulated you and marked each time you were able to go even the tiniest bit farther. Donnie knowing and being there to see each time you improved helped your resolve. You’d push past this because you wanted to. He was there to see it and you’d show him exactly what kind of resolve his mate had in the face of adversity.

You really needed to confirm how he felt.

For now, unfortunately, you shared a readied look with your trainer and they nodded, setting you back up to continue. “You’ve got this.”

“Yeah…” You stretched out the phrase and put tension on the band.

A purple light lit up somewhere behind you.

Three occupants of the apartment shot to look with rigid fear as the fourth casually turned.

Donnie’s computer was glowing at maximum strength and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s little icon was jumping up and down on screen.

“That’s cute…” The physical therapist chuckled. “Did you download that?”

“Ah-ha… yeah…” That wasn’t exactly a lie, but you were still sweating over thinking Donnie had manifested a legion of artillery.

Donnie was in furious motion.

A small smile slipped on your lips as he was sure to scold S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. for scaring everyone even though he’d be careful in his wording to not admit that was the case.

What was curious was Leo scurrying around the corner and into the bedroom.

He had a nervous twitch to his brow and it took you an exhausted second too long to realize it was because he was running from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. It prompted a new kind of grin that Leo pointedly ignored.

“Hey, Lucinda, what’s shaking?” Leo played it cool and offered a fist bump.

Your physical therapist met it casually. “Oh, you know me now? Finally done ignoring me?”

“Not ignoring…” Leo leaned to one side and snapped a playful gaze right back. “It’s business. I’m on the job. Gotta act all tough and serious, you know!” He tucked his hands into his pockets and bobbed his broad shoulders.

“Uh huh.” She didn’t seem to believe it for a second and gestured for you to keep going.

You did exactly one rep before you had to stop. “Okay… no… You two know each other?”

“Oh yeah.” Lucinda said it like it was some kind of big thing.

“We go way back.” Leo joked the same way.

You stared on, unamused by the show.

Lucinda broke into a smile. “Fine, Leo here once forced his way into my old office to train.”

“Forced is a strong word…” Leo’s eyes rolled in a way that said he was avoiding guilt.

“He pretended to be an injured patient and then pelted us with a thousand questions until my boss got wind and yelled at him.” She clarified.

Leo made a sheepish high pitched noise that whittled down to a nervous chuckle. “I did get hired on though.”

“How’s Mikey?” Lucinda tapped your band.

You took a deep breath and went through your last reps.

“Good. He regained nearly all motor function, but he hasn’t quit the health nut bit.” Leo watched you with a trainer’s eye.

“I haven’t talked to him in a few years, but it was no joke. He was always onto some cutting edge stuff.” She seemed amused.

“You don’t live with him.” Leo huffed.

“You’re too hard on your family.”

“You know us Hamatos.” Leo banged his chest once to accentuate his tough plastron.

She sent him an arched brow that said she didn’t appreciate the joke.

Leo shined her a bright grin.

You drank a bit more from your bottle and let the pieces fall into place. “Mikey’s hands…”

The other two perked up.

“I thought this was a job?” Lucinda sent a suspicious glare towards Leo.

Leo pointedly looked away. “You know Mikey!”

“Cause Mikey gets around, right?” Her sarcasm cut thick and felt like a stark contrast to the concise person she was at work.

Leo laughed nervously before turning a wild gaze to you. “You know Luci here went into PT because she was a bully!?”

“Now, hold on!” She shot to her feet.

That spelt the truth for you and while you still wanted other answers, you were amused by their display.

“Yeah! She has a thing for making people hurt and figured this was the field to go in!” Leo cackled.

She had to jump, but she pinched his cheek and dragged him right down to her eye level. “In front of my patient!? Nu-uh!”

Leo couldn’t help, but laugh and you joined.

“If you know him, then you know he lies through his teeth.” Lucinda released him and dusted her hands.

“He’s always working an angle.” You remarked.

“Yes!” She pointed at you with a grin. “If he wasn’t a hero, he’d be a total grifter!”

“What’s that old bit? Selling stolen VCRs?” You mused.

“Yes!” She reached out and patted your good arm in appreciation.

“How old do you think I am?!” Leo looked between you two.

“Considering I just found out a little more than a month ago…?” You pretended to wonder.

“Month?!” Lucinda rounded on Leo again. “What is the deal here?”

“Yeah, Leo? What’s the deal?” You spread a grin on thick.

Leo held up his hands and his brow came down in irritation. “Come on… You don’t need to gang up on me!”

“Then explain! I’m not trying to assume anything, but it’s hard not to notice my patient’s partner is also green.” Lucinda folded her arms to wait.

You blinked once as the connection hit you.

The news knew Donnie as a masked villain from the turtle’s rogue’s gallery.

The truth was far more complicated.

You wondered if Leo had ever dealt with this before.

“You know what they say about assuming?” Leo had a stark edge.

You knew the joke, but his serious attitude just barely threw Lucinda off as she said, “No…?”

“They make an ass out of you and me.” Leo didn’t let up his serious nature as he clapped a hand to her shoulder.

It took exactly one second for the joke to hit her and she shoved him. “Ugh, I hate you!”

“She’s mad she couldn’t hurt me because I don’t have a poppable spine.” Leo held up a hand as if telling you a secret.

“Would you-!?” She swatted at him and he easily dodged while he continued to laugh.

“You know…” You did your own solemn positing.

Lucinda stiffened.

“You haven’t denied anything he’s said about you…” You marked the end of your sentence with a jeering grin.

Her lips flattened out into a caught line and it was her turn to assuage guilt. “That’s-! I mean-!

You pretended to wait.

“Fine!” She wilted. “I’m not a bad guy though! It’s my dad! He always had me walking on his back or pulling his arms and stuff as a kid! I loved the sound! So I might have bugged my friends and got a reputation for being the resident finger popper! Look how it turned out! All’s good at the end of the day!”

You gave her an affectionate smile. “That’s cute actually.”

“No, it’s not!” Leo bellowed and then openly shivered. “You two can’t hear just how loud those sounds are! There’s a fizz almost like soda between the joints! Eugh!!”

“And my boss wonders why you didn’t stay on…” Lucinda shook her head.

“That’s not why-!” Leo bit with a lighthearted edge.

“Why did you…?” The question leaked out from you even though it meant you interrupted.

The pair looked at you before Lucinda turned with a look that said she knew her story had been shared and thought she deserved to reveal something of her own. “I don’t know how close you are, so he might try to argue, but he hopped on to help his baby bro out at like 18ish. You still had a baby face then.” She turned to coo at Leo.

He sneered.

“He was real cagey about it, I just mentioned his whole fake spiel, but the boss took pity on him and hired him to clean up so he could unofficially work on the job.” Lucinda continued and bumped Leo to show she was doing it in good will.

He took it with a sigh.

“Those cracks on Mikey’s arms?” You asked before another thought hit you. “The tear in space time…”

“The what?” That was news to Lucinda.

“Hup-hup-hup!” Leo’s hands waved viciously between you and during the flurry he sent you a look that said you were right, but you needed to drop it.

“You know!” You quacked. “Because they look like the time rifts in movies!”

Lucinda evaluated both of you evenly before she gave a slow nod. “Yeah, they kinda do… Anyway, Mikey was a rough case. Terrible loss in coordination, muscle tearing, spasms… I really felt for him. The whole office did once Leo finally brought him around.”

Leo turned his head, oddly not liking this spotlight.

You studied him as he usually seemed more like one to preen.

“His recovery was… amazing.” Lucinda moved on. “Mikey was so motivated. He ended up always lifting spirits at the office.”

“He does group therapy now.” You offered.

“Of course he does.” Lucinda gave a smile that said she didn’t know it, but wholeheartedly believed. “Great kid. Both of you.” She slugged Leo affectionately.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leo brushed her off with a sly smile.

“Your turn.” Lucinda pointed at you.

“Next set?” You pulled the band up, ready.

“No, why this is all hush hush?” She gestured around.

Leo shifted, trying to cover how uncomfortable he was.

You kept your eye on him.

You guessed you didn’t blame him for still thinking the worst of you.

You weren’t his biggest fan, but he’d come through for you and Donnie in a major way.

In this instance, you couldn’t imagine throwing him under the bus. “Hero business.” You gestured down your half wrapped body. “He got sucked into dealing with my attack.”

“You were…!” Lucinda trailed off as she caught herself. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my place…”

“It’s okay. You’ve been amazing. You’re really good at your job.” You meant every word.

She smiled with a tinge or relief.

Leo was looking at you in a similar way.

Donnie made a small noise.

You all turned towards him.

He coolly glanced between the group before landing on Lucinda. “Something urgent has come up. I need to step out for a moment.”

“Sure. We got this. Right, Y/N?” She turned to you.

You were about to respond affirmatively when Leo cut in.

“What.” Leo’s flat tone held accusation instead of question.

Donnie only flicked him a glance.

“Donatello…” Leo spoke weighty, painfully aware of the company.

“I’ll be nearby.” Donnie relented that much before looking at you.

With no indication on his facial features, you saw in his eyes that this was something wholly necessary and had to do with his ninpo research.

You turned to Leo and hoped you betrayed as little as Donnie. “You still remember how to do this, Leo?”

He resisted looking away from Donnie before his eyes fell to you and the resistance band in your hand.

“Sure.” There was a tart quality to his voice before he reached for the rubber. “Sure, yeah. I use these to warm up at the gym.”

Donnie gave you one last look that had a tinge of longing before he departed.

Leo demonstrated stretching the band behind his back and Lucinda pushed you to try the as of yet attempted advanced maneuver. It pinched your shoulder, but she held your arm, ready and testing, to make sure you could execute safely. You manage three tugs before you wilted in pain and she passed you a cloth to dab your sweat.

“Amazing. Seriously. You’re really working hard and I can tell you aren’t skimping when I’m not around.” She soothed you.

You hummed a sort of laugh into the towel. “The walks around the apartment suck the most.”

“Oof when we get you out of the cast and onto the bars?” She sympathized.

You groaned lightly until a chirpy ringtone went off.

You pulled your towel down to find Lucinda making a tight face and looking at a phone in her hand. “I apologize. I don’t normally take calls while working, but…”

Her eyes were glued to her screen and you sensed a problem. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” She answered. “Hello?”

You watched her walk into the living room and sank where you were propped at the edge of the bed.

Leo was looking to the side as if he could see through the walls to where Donnie had gone.

“He’ll be right back.” You tried to calm him.

Leo said nothing and slipped his hands into his pockets as he waited.

Lucinda’s voice grew worried and both of you were soon trying your best not to pry as she came over with a fit waging on her features. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m going to have to cut today’s treatment short. Something… I need to-”

“Everything okay?” Leo turned, his eyes examining.

“My mom fell. She’s already at the hospital and they say she’s stable, but I need to go.”

“Go, go.” You urged. “I’ll work through what we’ve done before.”

“Thank you. Hold onto the equipment. We’ll pick up with your session in two days.” She went for her bag nearby. “Actually, Leo can lead. Leo try some passive internal rotations and elbow extensions if possible. Otherwise, cool down.”

“You got it, boss.” Leo snapped his finger into pointing at her. “I’m sure your mom’s tough, she raised a bully after all.”

Lucinda snorted and waved him off with additional goodbyes as she left.

For a moment you both sat in silence.

“So... Passive… what now...?” You tried the air.

Now having his worries double, Leo looked at you with a waning expression before he wadded up the band. “Okay, we’re seriously doing this. Uh… Let’s see…”

“Why’d you say it like that?” You held a confused look and reached for the band.

“Maybe because I haven’t done PT in years?” He mirrored you and slapped your hand away.

“Hey!”

“So passive internal rotations work your supraspinatus…” He circled as if looking for something. “We need something long. Hey, do you have his stupid stick?”

“Are you joking right now?” You gave him a dull stare.

“No. It’ll work really well for this.” Leo approached you with an even temper.

“He keeps his bo on him.” You shook your head lightly.

“Damn.” Leo folded his hands on his hips. “The band is too stretchy. How about a big ruler?”

“Leo.”

“What’s it called? A yard stick?” Leo again did a little turn. “What else would be straight…?”

“Leo.”

“We could skip it for elbow extensions, but those are tougher…” He gave a weighty sigh, his eyes still moving.

“Hey.”

“Maybe we could sneak a curtain rod? There’s enough of them…” He looked past you to glare at the layers behind you on the windows.

He didn’t seem to hear you.

“Or this… thing?” He gestured to the canopy where the drapes were temporarily pinned out of the way.

He apparently also couldn’t remember he could portal to get anything he needed.

“It’s too clean!” Leo took a step that you clocked as nervous. “There’s stuff, but this place is…”

You tilted your head, studying him more carefully.

Like a slow cropping of data, you saw him piece by piece.

The barely there worried crease of his brow.

The way his lips kept parting the slightest amount.

The constant rove of his pupil.

His entire body was one twitch away from spasming.

“Leonardo.”

You watched the jolt happen in real time before he looked at you.

His gaze betrayed him.

It wasn’t that you called to him, it was how.

That was how Donnie said his name.

It made sense and you felt your expression sadden.

There it was again.

Everything was too much and you’d missed something so obvious.

It was like Leo though, you thought, to be the best at bearing the burden. Similar to how he accepted when you lashed out, it was his curse brought upon himself as you’d always seen it. He took his duty as his life and the current of which was basically cohabiting with the person who he considered had ruined it. His paranoia hadn’t evaporated just because he’d seen a new side of Donnie, he’d simply saddled up with his biggest fear so long that he’d grown a certain amount of numb to it.

He was also clearly entrenched in a never ending panic attack and his little naps during your physical therapy took a new light.

Donnie hadn’t been sleeping at night, but he had the dual excuse of fearing for his ninpo slipping in his sleep.

Leo had to keep one eye open from the couch.

“Why’d you…” He had almost a laugh to him though it was soaked in a certain level of misery he couldn’t keep out of his voice. “… say it like that?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while.” You couldn’t move so you reached for him.

He only looked at your hand and twisted the resistance band up between his own.

It acted as a shield.

He had to keep his barrier.

“Leo… Do you need a sec-?”

“Elbow extensions!” He cut in, his eyes wild and unfocused. “Okay so let’s see how high you can reach!”

At this rate he was going to break.

Something was making this worse.

What was it?

Had he been at his limit?

What had pushed him?

You tried to trace back, but found little.

You reached up lightly in hopes he’d feel compelled by how you hadn’t dropped your gesture.

“How high!” He repeated as if he were the unseen coach on a television set.

You moved to raise your arms and felt the pull in your shoulders. “Leo, I’m not so sure-”

“Push it!”

“Leo!” Your hands just barely surpassed your head, but the muscles in your healing shoulder locked.

“Shit.” In a quake, his gaze honed and he came closer. “Hold still. Try not to drop it.”

“That’s easier said than done…!” Your expression pinched.

He fought against himself before slinging the resistance band over his shoulder and cupping his hands around your rotator cuff. “Slow, we’ll work it down. What was I saying…?”

“What’s going on?” You had unintentionally caught him.

“Don’t.”

“Leo.”

“This isn’t fair.” He pressed lightly into the muscle.

You jumped, but made it did little more than strain your insides.

He gave a soothing shush and rubbed with a lighter touch. “It’s a cramp. Give it a second.”

“In that second, you could tell me-”

“I’m not doing whatever you think I will. Not here. Not ever.” He glared at your arm instead of you.

Not here.

That was an odd specification.

Leo had been holding back.

He had his own emotional mask.

He paraded as a habit.

There was more than he let on.

You wished you had a better read on him.

You felt out of sorts.

Your usual prowess was diminished by the many stressors.

How could you pay attention when there was too much to watch?

You felt like sludge.

A dozen mental monitors were on and all of them vied for your attention.

In a single blink, you were sending a wide gaze to Leo.

His lips flattened out as if caught.

You watched a bead of sweat pock his forehead.

It wasn’t enough to trickle, but it was there.

He still had your arm.

It had yet to loosen.

“Darling Protocol.”

It was enough that Leo stopped.

“Cut all feeds until Donnie returns.”

For you, nothing had changed.

For Leo, he seemed struck as if the command was for him.

Then his gaze rose.

He moved, still holding you and looked around the corners of the room.

“Leo…?” You tested in a tiny voice.

“They’re… off…” He rolled wariness to you.

“It’s just us.”

“That’s worse!” He shouted.

He was too close and you winced. “I thought that’s what you want-!”

“Well you're wrong!” He pressed too hard into rubbing your shoulder.

You squeaked in pain for a moment before your arm suddenly drooped.

Leo shot several feet away and looked at you like he might explode.

“That’s…” You were extremely careful in testing your shoulder in a roll. “… way better. Wow.”

“Turn them back on! What was with that name? What is wrong with you!? It’s always something! Always you!”

“What are you talking about?” You exhaled irritation. “I thought you might want a break from the cameras. I’m trying to help! You’re the one acting like you’re caged up!”

“Yeah, because I’m locked in here with you!”

You stared at him openly.

His eyes sat enormous and trapped.

“With… me?”

He shook and wrapped a hand around his throat. “Fuck. Forget it! Just forget I said anything!”

“Leo.” You looked for your crutches.

“You’re stuck!” He pointed and saw an opening where nothing had changed. “I can go over here and you can’t do a thing about it!” He headed toward the partition.

“You sound like you’re five! You’re really going to run!?” You shouted after him and your helplessness drowned you in droves. “What do you mean me!? Shouldn’t it be Donnie?!”

“Donnie!?” He mocked your voice and came far enough around the wall to send an incensed gaze. “I’m not scared of him! I’m scared of you-!!!”

The slap of his hand against his mouth was so loud it echoed.

You had no idea what was happening.

Each consecutive action he made seemed newer than the last.

Your powers of perception were a joke.

You didn’t know a single thing.

Your lips parted, but he moved first.

“Fuck!!!” He socked the wall so hard that cracks split and crawled around the edges. “Oh, fuck that’s worse…” He stared at his damage and wobbled further out into the open where you could see him. “No, no, no… What am I-?! Fuck! I haven’t been to the gym in months! I’m-!!!”

You could only watch as he fell apart.

Shreds of him unraveled with a spool and he made it a few more steps on a wobbly form. “Keep it together. I can keep it together.”

“You don’t have to…” You whispered as quietly as you could.

“I don’t have…” He mimed it back. “No…” He stabilized in a slouch. “Yeah, I don't. No. I’m fine. I’ve been fine. I’ll be fine.”

The whole of him lost mass like a dropped ball of yarn.

“Cool down. You need to finish your exercises.” He marched over, a snag still caught and he lost more of himself on the way.

You couldn’t believe he was trying to drop this.

“Close your eyes.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to look at that pathetic face. I’m not going to explain.”

“Are you telling me or you?”

“It’s a trick. You're trying to trick me and I’m not playing.”

“Stop answering then.” You sharpened your glare.

“I-!” He breathed hard as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.

“Are you scared of Mikey too?”

Leo reared. “Why would I be?”

“He’s always trying to get you to go to therapy.”

Leo barked a single acidic laugh. “What? You think you’re helping me?! You have no idea!”

“Then tell me!”

“No!”

“Then stop acting out!”

“I’m not!”

“You cracked a wall because you’re scared of some human!”

“I’m not scared of you!”

“That’s not what you said!”

Leo rose as high as he could without going on the tips of his toes.

Instead of menace, you saw the last strings of his will holding him up.

The slightest press would cause what was left of him to unfurl and he’d be nothing more than a long line of everything he’d ever done.

You had a choice.

You could be his undoing or you could leave it be.

“Leo.”

You spoke.

He listened, his mouth a thin line.

You reached up with your good hand to gesture to your bad shoulder.

On his mirrored body, that’s where the resistance band still hung.

He loosely puppetted as you directed and, as he brushed it, it startled him.

You watched his gaze narrow more and more as he pulled the thing down to cradle in his palm.

A loose and floppy bit of rubber, he looked as though he’d sob over its lifeless body.

Instead he shifted his grip and wound the edges around his fists.

Then he pulled the band across his body and for a blissful moment, he wasn’t here.

He was at his beloved gym and his thoughts were clear.

He spoke.

“I don’t hate you. I’m not… scared scared of you, but damnit, Y/N.” He pulled the band as far apart as it would go and you thought it might snap. “I can’t… keep pretending like being around you is fine and dandy. I knew what to expect from Donatello. I knew…” The edge came again and he yanked so hard you saw a tear form in the middle of the band. “I knew…” Coiling his hands another loop, this time he pulled as if he had the intention to break it. “I knew-!” In a rapid bungee bounce, it split and both sides whipped him. “I knew I would never reach him! I banked on it! I pushed the others back after their attempts! I wouldn’t let them get closer! That left me! Did I think I could do it? Fuck no! I didn’t think I could do a single thing, but that’s what you do when you care! You stick your neck out again and again! You do everything you can! You put your life on the line! You show them-! You show them-!”

His own twine snapped, his entire being drooped.

“You know what I am?”

Your heart beat heavy in your chest.

“I’m…” He had to look away, loose straps of rubber dangling in his hands. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this.”

You fisted the loose sweats that fit over your cast.

“I’m jealous.” He told you, his eyes glazed.

You felt your own well.

“I’m jealous of you.” He doubled the effort and with it came pressure on his lips. “I’d buried it so goddamn deep. That’s where it was supposed to stay, but no! You couldn’t leave it alone! You kept digging! Every time! Every single time! Until you dug it out of me! I’m scared of that! I’m scared of what you keep doing to me! To us! You could have dropped it! I treated you like shit! You were supposed to drop it! You were supposed to leave. You weren’t supposed to make it! You were going to be my excuse! You would have been the final straw! Enough! So that I could finally… make it make sense! We made sense! We’d given up! That’s how we were! It wasn’t happy, but it was what we…!” He dropped the pieces he clung to.

Your throat swallowed your heart.

“I was a hero.” He hunched into himself. “I was the best. I was the leader. I saved everyone. I couldn’t save-!” He choked and sent prayers toward you. “You did it over a fucking sandwich!!!”

Tears loosed and dotted your hands.

“My family is all I have and I couldn’t save him…!” Leo’s knees hit the ground so hard it covered up the raw shout slicing his throat right before he went ghostly quiet. “I’m so tired.”

You pressed your hands to your chest to keep yourself in check.

He didn’t need your tears.

He didn’t need anything more from you.

No matter how, this was your doing.

“I only ever needed my family…” Leo wept.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t do anything.

You could only watch.

Leo shook out a few more tears before he held a hand up as if grabbing a pole.

A sword appeared in an etching of blue and from it he sliced into the floor and opened a portal.

He then drew his other limb, heavy as lead, up from his side where his phone was picked from his pocket.

He punched a few numbers in and stared over the abyss he’d created.

“Mike.”

You couldn’t hear the other line.

“Code green. Portals in the strategy room.” Leo pulled his phone away and you watched as his thumb slammed the end call button.

He then moved methodically, as if to sip elixir from the blue pool, and dipped his hand into the portal.

His arm jostled from some movement on the other side and then his muscles went taunt under his sweater as he pulled.

He fell.

Straight down and out of the apartment and, like a swapped mirror, Mikey was thrust up and out.

The younger brother spun around, clearly confused as he floated above the portal until it disappeared.

He then searched around until his eyes landed on you and he soared over.

“Are you okay? What was that? What happened…?” Mikey hovered close and gingerly took your shoulders.

It was the right amount of pressure and sobs broke free from you.

Mikey held you close and asked no more.

You didn’t hear the front door click, but you did hear Donnie’s voice. “I apologize. That call was… of… the…!”

He ran.

“Don-na-tello…” Mikey croaked through snivels.

“What’s…?”

As soon as you sensed Donnie close enough you shot your bad arm out, caught a fistful of his top, and yanked him in.

Mikey moved to one side and you clutched both of them to keep them together. It took Donnie several long minutes until he brought an arm around you.

💜NEXT💜

Through sickness and health, my darling betas have my undying love @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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Daddy's Little Girl

Yandere Miles Quaritch x Female Human Reader

"Baby, come out come come out wherever you are." Miles Quaritch cooed as jogged around the trees of the forest.

You put a hand over your mouth and stood still as you hid from that insane man.

How did it come to this? You were a missionary Doctor sent to Pandora to aid the native Navis from the invasion of humans. You were fighting your own kind so Miles and his followers would go back to earth and go to jail for their crimes.

The hospital was looted and so were you. Quaritch kidnapped you to heal his followers. But, sadly he was attracted to you. He flirted with you at first and when you refused to yield to him. He got angry and annoyed and not to mention insulted by your rejection. He raped you. He was about to kill you but changed his mind for some reason.

He locked you in his room and all to himself.

He was a dirty old man.

You managed to drug his drink for a short time. But sadly, Navis recover more quickly than humans. So, Quaritch immediately ran for you.

Oh, he will punish you slowly. He will not kill you. But, you will regret that stunt.

He fucking hated you for making him sappy and pathetic. So putty and pussy like. He was mad that you made him love you

He raped women in the past human and Navi women. Then he would kill them or leave them. But not you.

You put him under a spell.

He admitted he was mean to you. He punished you for a crime you couldn't control. But, he still blamed you.

He would never admit to being wrong. Who wouldn't run from his abuse?

He then remembered he was a Navi. He used his sense and smell

Baby powder, rose water, and vanilla. He ran to your hiding place behind a certain tree. He grinned devilishly showing his fang teeth.

You shrieked in surprise. He grabbed you and carried you bridal style back to his room. He threw you on his king sized bed and hovered over you before you reacted.

He was breathing hard like a beast. His face is close to yours. "Thought you could get away? Huh, smart ass?"

You turned your face away but he grabbed it making you look at him.

"Listen, slut. If you run away again, I will kill all your captured friends. I know you don't care about your own life."

Your eyes widened. He figured you out. Some comrades were also taken by the enemy.

You lowered your chin in submission.

Quaritch smirked in victory and dominance.

"Daddy will punish you now, baby girl "

And so he did. After Quaritch was done with you, you had to go to the emergency room to get stitches on your vagina. He inserted his long Navi penis all the way in. He also bit you hard around your body. Little fang holes here and there.

Quaritch was leaning against the wall with his muscular and veiny arms crossed in frustration. He sighed as he waited for the surgeon to come out of the emergency room

Perhaps he went to far

His damaged ego caused him to be way too harsh on you.

But damn you!

You brought this shit on yourself.

Maybe he should be nice….

His dad did say that there will be a time in his life where every man will settle down with the love of his life. Quaritch didn't believe all that romance bullshit till now.

Maybe you were the one for him.

Fuck. Why an enemy though?

Maybe if he showed you his sweet side, he would butter you up and swoon you over to his arms willingly.

Not a bad idea.

He wasn't using you. He really meant it. He does really love you. But you get on his nerves with your rebelliousness.

Fine. He made a promise to himself to show manners.

The doctor came out and told Quaritch that you will need rest before sex again.

Quaritch nodded and thanked the doctor.

He went inside and found you awake in a dazed state from drugs.

"Hey, baby. I'm sorry for hurting you."

You said nothing but breathed in your oxygen mask.

"Just be a good girl for Daddy and not only will not be nice but I will reward you with privileges."

You gulped.

"Do we have a deal, darling?" He stroked your hair.

You nodded quickly in fear.

Quaritch smiled and offered the flowers he picked for you.

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triplesilverstar · 6 months

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Day 21

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Satyr Vash X F!Reader

CW: Nudity, Blood, bleeding, awkward conversations, shower sex, hand job, oral sex, blow job, penis in vagina sex, riding, cock warming, cream pie, lots of cream pies, consensual somnophilia, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy

Word count: 7965

A/N: Day 21, Since I seem to like causing myself pain. Have another giant monster Vash fic. This time with a Satyr! This fic came to be because of a find of mine and you can find their art here!

You honestly hadn’t expected it, after moving back to the old country and taking over your grandmother’s estate. The grapevines overrun with other leafage and foliage wondering what she had done in the past few years for money. At least you had enough funds sitting in your bank account from your corporate job to cover a few years of working to get some kind of money to keep yourself afloat.

So one day, in an old pair of coveralls and beat-up sun hat seeing what you thought was a pair of goat legs in among the grapevines you’d smacked its hindquarters, expecting the goat to run away. You sure as hell hadn’t expected it to yelp and stand up revealing a human torso. A heavily scarred human torso.

A heavily scarred attractive human torso with pretty teal eyes and blond hair, who was looking at you like a scared animal. As your gaze went downwards you felt the blood rushing up your cheeks, quickly turning around. “Oh, my god.”

“Ugh, hi there. I have to admit I’m not used to seeing anyone in these fields, sorry about that.”

Whipping around so quickly you’re certain some of your bones creaked “You can talk!” Surprised by your reaction and slightly taken aback, rubbing his one hand along the back of his head.

“Well yea.” Tilting his head as if he’s confused even more at your words. “How else would I communicate?”

That had been the start of you getting to know the Satyr, sitting down with him that afternoon and talking, learning more about him and him about you. His name was Vash, and he’d been hiding on the property for almost a decade, having picked it because your grandmother hadn’t been that active. Turns out he’d been helping her without her ever knowing, something you thanked him for.

As the two of you spoke, you kept looking at his scars and his missing arm, trying to not be too obvious but he had to have seen your wandering eyes. His voice grew somber as he stated not all humans were kind. That had burned your heart, offering him a hand and telling him you’d like to be kind to him. He’d taken it and smiled.

When you saw where he’d been sleeping, you’d sighed, offering him a room inside the large house if he wanted it. Hoping it wouldn’t come across as rude with you essentially saying his home was a dump. He’d taken you up on your offer, choosing a small room on the main floor saying he’d want to come and go as he pleased and didn’t want to bother you.

It hadn’t taken long for a friendship to form between the two of you, him helping explain more about the local flora while you worked. He always helped you in other ways since he was taller than you and knew far more about the land that belonged to you at least on paper. At this rate, you’d have grapes for next year to try and turn into wine, and Vash said he knew a little about that too. He was a gold mine of information you were beyond happy to have met and call your friend.

Weeks passed, and before you knew it an entire season had come and gone, changing from spring to summer. A time you found yourself working in the mornings and evenings and hiding from the midday heat. You’d also taken it upon yourself to try and get Vash to start wearing pants. A concept that confused the hell out of him.

“Why do I need these? They look stupid.” Holding the end of the loose pants you had made for him that would hide his hooves and well.

Permanent erection.

Something you tried to avoid looking at.

“Vash. It’s because you’re very distracting.” Frowning at you and the light blush you’re certain is visible on your face because of the burning you feel.

“These won’t make me less distracting.” Slapping your hands to your face and dragging them downwards.

“Vash. I swear, they very much make you less distracting. At least for me.” Muttering the last part under your breath.

“Look this is just terrible!” Letting go of the fabric and watching it drop to the floor as he walked away, blond tail swishing behind him clearly annoyed. How the hell were you supposed to explain it was distracting seeing a part of your friend on display that you wanted to do terrible things to.

The next morning Vash reappeared, the telltale twitch of his tail telling you he was still a little upset with you. Running a hand through your hair before setting the worn sun hat back on your head and approaching him. “Vash.”

“Oh. Am I not too distracting this morning?” His one hand tucking on some of the invasive vines from some of the fruit trees that had been being choked by the flora growing around them. Clearly frustrated.

“Vash. Can I try and explain a little better?” Watching him raise an eyebrow before turning towards you. Feeling the blush starting to grow across your cheeks.

“I. Find… a part of you very distracting” trying to keep your voice soft and hoping he won’t press too much. Instead, he’s just tilting his head at an angle, like he still doesn’t understand. “I” making a vague motion towards his abdomen and the thick appendage hanging there “find that distracting.” Well aware of the heat radiating from your cheeks, certain you’re flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh. OH.” Looking down before looking back to you, concern growing on his face as he stepped closer dropping the flora from his hand to touch your cheek. “You feel warmer than normal. Are you alright? Is it too warm for you?”

You almost laugh at his concern “I'm ok. It’s more the feeling awkward about my explanation.” A small chuckle passes your lips, watching the concern fade away but his hand stays on your cheek.

“Is that why humans wear clothes?” It’s asked so innocently you just smile at him.

“Yea. It’s part of the reason. Sorry humans are strange like that.” A brief nod before he removes his hand, reaching down to grab the removed flora to bring it to the growing pile he keeps telling you will make good compost for the grapevines one day. Watching him go you smile, the blush remaining on your face well into the afternoon.

When he reappears that evening you notice he’s wearing them, grumbling a little about how strange they look and feel. You don’t fully know why, but you close the distance wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face into his scarred back. “Thank you, I know this is more for my comfort than yours.”

Unaware when you leave him and head back to your own self-appointed evening chores that his face is a bright pink, Vash is well aware of the reason for his blush and well aware such feelings would never be returned.

More time passed and you made Vash a few pairs of shorts since he understood the reason for them better and not wanting him to feel like you were ashamed of him. You had to admit to yourself, he was a very attractive fellow, and damn did he have one sweetheart of a personality to match. Sighing as you thought about it, it is not like he’d ever have feelings for a human, you were just a friend.

Hearing a familiar yelp you dropped what you were doing, running across your property towards Vash jumping and darting around obstacles. Seeing Vash on the ground and hissing, his hand bleeding as he tried to remove something from around his leg. Dropping beside him and moving his hand you find yourself hissing as well.

A coil of rusted barbed wire wrapped about his leg slicing into the back of his calf, the white fur stained pink. “Hang on Vash. Let me go get the wire cutters.” Darting off again, and making a small detour into the house to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side you quickly cut the wire, hands gentle as you remove it from his skin, looking around to see if there aren’t any other pieces sticking out of the ground. A sigh of relief that this seems to be the only one on the surface.

Opening the first aid kit and grabbing a sterile bandage you pour a bit of alcohol onto it before looking into his eyes. “This is gonna sting. Probably a lot.” Nodding for you to continue, you dab away from the cut trying to keep the dirt out away from it, hearing him hiss you stop. Reaching for his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, watching as he bit his lip.

“It did sting. A lot.” You laugh at his comment, watching his face flinch ever so slightly as you keep working trying to keep your touch gentle.

“It doesn’t need stitches or anything, but I’d like to try and wrap it” another nod, and you press a new sterile bandage to the cut and start to bind it in place. “You’ll tell me if it’s too tight right?” A brief nod and you keep working, happy with how tight it is, and securing it in place. “Can I look at your hand?” Taking the hand and cleaning it the same way, his fingers needing a few bandages, most of the cuts shallow from him trying to free himself.

Once done you pat his thigh, smiling at him and blushing all of a sudden at the way he’s staring at you gazing ardently at your face. “Thank you.” All you can do is stammer out an acknowledgment as you stand up. As Vash pushes himself he almost lands on the ground again, but not before you’re wrapping your arms around him. “I… Think I might need help getting back to the house.” Adjusting so you’re under his shortened arm, supporting his injured leg and the two of you hobble back to the house.

As you both get inside and help him into his room and onto the mound of pillows he uses as a bed you smile kneeling down next to him. “Anything I can get you while you rest up in here?”

“Not right now.” Smiling back at you while he leans back “You’re a good caretaker you know.” For whatever reason that has you blushing as you head back out, heading back to where Vash had been and going through the soil pulling up several feet of wire and dropping it into the metal scrap pile beside the house and ensuring nothing is sticking out.

Later when you check in on him you have to smile, softly snoring and his foot twitching once in a while. Moving closer and running your hands along his leg near the injury, still fascinated by how soft his fur is. Another short snore and you smile, leaving him be and feeling the blush returning to your face.

The next day Vash is just moving slowly, and both of you work together to see if you can find more wire, not wanting to see Vash injured because of something like that again.

When a heat wave strikes out of the blue in the middle of summer, the pair of you stay inside the house trying to keep cool. Both of you laying on the floor heads next to one another while you talk and your feet pointing in different directions.

“Alright, best fruit?” You ask, looking up at the ceiling.

“Apples. Easy.”

“Really? That took like, no time to come up with that answer.” Turning your head enough to take in his profile.

“Apples are the best fruit.” His voice is clear he’ll accept no argument.

“I think grapes are the best fruit” you fire back. “They can be made into wine, and they can be frozen. A great snack for a hot day.”

A snort from him. “What a human answer.”

“Hey now! I’m human, what’d you expect?” Turning your body to slap his shoulder in mock anger.

“And I” Vash rolling over to face you “have never held that against you.” Surprised when he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. A light chaste kiss that you don’t get to respond to, and Vash reels back as quickly face going red. “I… I need to go for a walk.” Standing and moving quickly, hearing the door open and close before you’re even on your feet running to the door in your bare feet. No sign of him as you look out across the yard, running your hand through your hair and looking down at the ground.

It’s almost evening before he comes back, and you’re sitting at the small table in the kitchen when he walks in. “Hey” his head snapping up as you speak, face flushed before looking to the side. Sliding off the chair and walking to him “You kind of ran away before I could say anything.” Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his head to look at you “You worried me a little Vash.”

“I didn’t want to stick around. I…” one of his hooves moving and sliding along the floor, a clear sign he’s nervous. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“If it was just the heat of the moment it's ok Vash.” Keeping your voice soft and starting to pull your hand away.

Or at least you tried to, his own hand coming up to keep yours in place against his skin. “What if it wasn’t?” He sounds like he’s ready to be thrown out of your life and it breaks your heart.

“Then that’s ok too.” This time you choose to take the risk, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes and pressing your lips to his keeping the kiss as chaste as he did, pulling away and landing flat on your feet. “It’s umm. Kind of nice knowing I’ve got someone as attractive as you kissing me.” Feeling your cheeks heat up at the admission.

A long pause and you’re afraid it might have pushed him a bit too far, feeling the smile drop from your face. Maybe it was you who shouldn’t have done that. Vash removes his hand from yours, and you pull your own back feeling so small.

Suddenly up in the air, your back pressed against the wall and Vash kissing you like his life depends on it. His one arm wrapped around you, hips being used to keep you up in the air and you find your hands moving to tangle in his hair. Elbows pressing into his shoulders as you part your lips to deepen the kiss, moaning against him and the taste of apples on your tongue.

Panting when you break apart and look into his eyes. “If you say you shouldn’t have done that I am going to be, so mad.”

“Then I won’t say it” laughing you kiss him again, and again. Until you feel lightheaded, the back of your head hitting the wall while you try to catch your breath.

That night you sleep with him in his pile of pillows, listening to his heartbeat and tracing some of his scars.

In the morning you’d woken up to him playing with your hair, and once he realized you were awake pulling you closer for another kiss. Well more of a round of kisses, that you found easy to enjoy since you could already feel the heat of the day building.

When the heat wave finally broke you kept sleeping with Vash downstairs, enjoying waking up and going to bed each night to his lips on yours.

One day you also laughed as you and Vash enjoyed a short lunch under an apple tree, Vash having an apple in his mouth and another in hand. Looking at you cutely as you asked him something, unable to answer and looking at the apple in his hand like he didn’t want to put it down.

Reaching up to take the one from his mouth while a few petals from the tree fell onto his hair, making him look somehow even cuter in your eyes. Question forgotten you lean closer for a kiss under the tree, watching his cheeks darken, pulling away again to take a bite of his apple before offering it back to him as a tease. Watching him grin as he opened his mouth to take it back and keep eating it.

Another nice result that came from your closer relationship, still not sure what to call it, was that any chance he had Vash liked to touch you. From running his hand along your arm or pressing his chest against your back and rubbing his face along yours. He liked it even better when you had less clothes on.

One day closer to the waning days of summer you were sat on the floor in a pair of shorts and your bra, running your hand along his calves and hooves. “So these are the bones of your foot?”

“My hooves are, like your toes.” Laying back while you play with the soft fur, pressing your fingers against the bones you feel.

“So. This” pressing around where what you would call his ankle is “is like the bones in my feet? Or is it an ankle?”

“Like the bones in your foot” Still looking at his foot and leg you start running your fingers through his fur. Humming as you start using both hands, watching the fur slip through your fingers.

“So soft” you whisper, tracing patterns in his fur where the gradient changes from the same blond in his hair to the pale white.

“Your hair is soft too” feeling your face flush, and he’s sporting a similar look as he sits up. A thought comes to you, and you blush a little more.

“Can I brush your fur, hair, and tail sometime?”

“Um. I should be clean before you do. I’m kinda dirty right now” his hand rubbing against the back of his head. Sending him what you hope is your best bedroom eyes you smile, shuffling closer to the main part of his body and kissing his throat.

“Can I help you get clean too then?” A blushing mess as he stammers out a yes, both of you heading to the bathroom he uses to get clean in. A coarse brush to clean what skin and fur he can reach. As you strip yourself a little nervous, you feel those nerves fade away as he touches your skin gently, exploring some of the skin he’s never felt before. Before either of you get too distracted you look into his teal eyes. “Can you show me how you use the brush?”

“Right. Yea.” Picking up the brush you watch the way he lathers it up with an old bar or soap before pressing it against his skin and then moving to his fur. The pink hue remained on his cheeks.

Getting the idea you take the brush from him and get to work, hearing him moan as you scrub along his back, taking extra care around his scars. Still working on his backside and reaching his tail you smile, the occasional twitch taking it from your hands as you lather the soft strands. “How does it get so tangled?” Laughing as you grab it once more, almost done.

“I go through the bushes and stuff gets stuck in it.” Laughing with you and letting out another happy hum.

“Maybe we should do this more often than to keep it from getting too tangled?”

“I… Can’t reach parts of it. So that would be nice.” Voice a little somber and you flinch, realizing your mistake.

“I’ll brush it every night if you want. You just need to ask.” Getting him to turn so you can face his front after you finish with his tail, placing a kiss on his scarred chest before starting to clean it.

Washing his arm is interesting, as he giggles and laughs so much, learning the underside of his arm is ticklish. Something you plan to use to your advantage if you ever need to, his shorter arm not taking as long. He’s watching your face intently as you finish with the stub, catching his gaze and keeping eye contact as you kiss the end of it.

Now as you face him, you find yourself swallowing. It makes sense to start at the top of his thighs and work your way down his legs so the suds would trail down his fur. Biting your lip as you look at his bobbing erection. Heading lifting as you feel his hand slide along your arm. “I can look after that area if you want.” His voice is whisper soft, and he’s smiling at you.

“Um. Can I… Can I try something?” Your own voice is just as soft, and when he nods you reach up to get him to bend forward a little to kiss him. Wrapping your hand around his cock as you deepen it, making him moan into your mouth. Pulling away so he doesn’t have to bend you keep moving your wrist, adding a twisting motion while he keeps moaning.

Tip to base and back up again, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand as you keep repeating the motion. Pressing your head to his chest at an angle so you can watch his cock as you keep working him. “Can I. Touch you?” his voice hoarse and starting to pant you smile, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Of course, you can.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth his hand is pressing against the skin of your ribs, touch gentle and explorative as he dips his fingers down to your abdomen before sliding up and pressing against your breast. Humming as he touches you, moaning as you like certain things, and still pumping him.

Looking back towards his cock, noticing the head has turned red, you smile, kissing his chest and twisting your wrist as you tighten your grip. Vash whines in your hold and you start to pump him faster, keeping your hand closer to his tip. His hand is no longer wandering, moving to your back so his arm is wrapped around you, whining his head falling forward against your own. Tightening your grip just a bit more, and after a few more pumps Vash groans in your ear, his cum spurting upwards with enough force to hit the underside of your breasts as his hips strutter. A few more slow pumps to get the last of his seed from his balls and you stop, releasing his member and giving your hand a flick before sliding it along his belly.

“Feel good?”

A soft moan is your answer, amazed his cock is still erect, and when he feels more stable you look up. Vash is quick to close the distance and kiss you again, when you break away you start cleaning his lower body, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur between your fingers. Once he’s washed you brush out his dried fur and find Vash far too curious about bringing you to a similar release before you go to bed.

A new routine added to your day, and you can’t complain, every night brushing his fur and learning more and more about each other's bodies with your hands.

As summer turns to fall, while it’s still rather mild at least compared to where you had lived previously, you and Vash are working hard, harvesting fruit from the different trees around the property. Bins of them being stored in the earth cellar, enough that you almost think you might fall over them, even if you have to giggle at all the bins of apples.

Heading back outside you don’t get far, almost running into Vash. Whose cute pointed ears are pulled back, a bring pink blush across his cheeks. And an arm load of apples.

“Ugh. Vash. Sweetie. I think we have enough apples.” Watching the blush on his face slowly darken into a deeper hue.

“These are special apples. I umm” one of his hooves is doing that cute little nervous drag thing and you reach out to rub his upper arm. “I got them for us. For something special.”

This time it’s you going a little pink, pushing some of your hair behind your ear “oh.” Moving backwards you open the door and run to get a bin for him to put his precious prize into “what makes them special?”

A short flinch and a swish of his tail, unsure if he’ll answer you based on his response. “They’re from a special tree. A little ways away from here… my brother looks after it.” The way his voice drops leaves you reeling, learning your sort of, well you aren’t even sure what the two of you are, but learning he had a brother was interesting.

“Oh. You have a brother? You don’t talk about him much.” Taking the apples from his arm and placing them into the bin, once the final one was stored in the wooden container you turned your attention back to Vash, his voice serious.

“He’s my twin. We don’t really see eye to eye. On a lot of things.” Stepping so he’s close enough that one of his legs is brushing up against yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw. “Including how we feel about humans. Please, don’t go looking for him. Ever.” You don’t miss the note of desperation in his voice before he pushes his lips against yours. The way he kisses you this time feels so different than any other time like he’s afraid for you.

As his lips leave yours, both of your hands move to tangle in his hair making sure when you open your eyes you stare into his. “I promise. I won’t.” Body still pressed to his, as he nods closing the distance between the two of you once more.

A few weeks later, during a spell of rainy days you find yourself in a baking mood, rolling out crusts and making a few pies. Making sure when you picked the fruit you didn’t take any from the apple bin that contained the special apples.

As you worked, hair tied up and elbow deep in flour you were unaware of a pair of eyes watching you. Focused on your work, and humming to yourself, a small skip in your step.

Vash is watching you, a soft smile, you’re so different from all the humans he’d met before, those that thought him a freak. He’d been attacked, rocks and worse thrown at him, some wanting to catch him to sell him off as some exotic pet. But you? You just looked at him in a way that made his heart swell in his chest, treated him like he was a living being that deserved to be treated as such. You’d offered him a home, listened to him speak, treated his wounds, shared his bed, and in all these things you never tried to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Kni had disagreed when Vash told him he thought he was in love with you, told him it wouldn’t, couldn’t last. Humans weren’t worthy of being out of the squalor they lived in according to his brother. Vash could see his brothers’ point, but he didn’t share them, he cared about humans and wanted to be a part of their world. Now he had one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You were still humming away, sliding the last pie into the oven before setting a timer, and starting to wash the dishes. Yelping as a warm arm wrapped around you, and an upturned nose buried itself in your hair, giggling. “Hi Vash, I was wondering where you’d disappeared too.”

Pressing a kiss into your hair and swaying his hips against your backside “Around.” Moving his hand down your chest and lifting your shirt so he could feel your skin directly. “Whatever you're making smells good.”

“A couple pies, one of them just for you.” Giggling as you keep washing the dishes and rinsing them before placing them on the rack to air dry. Last item washed you empty the sink, slowly turning around to face him, letting your damp hands rest against the nap of his neck. Tilting your head down and raising your eyebrows seductively “apple.”

Vash grins, already aware two of the five pies you’d made had been apple, excited at least one of them was just for him. Closing the distance and kissing you, the first kiss turning into a series of kisses shared between the two of you. Nipping at one another and dragging tongues against one another's skin, the smell of the baking pies reaching your nose. Starting to deepen the kiss you groan as the timer goes off, pulling from Vash and grabbing your oven mitts to pull the pies out.

Once the five of them are on the rack, you bite your lip glancing at Vash, who still looks as hot and bothered as you feel. Taking his hand you smile “can we try something new?” Eyes hopeful and feeling your lower body starting to burn.

“I like trying new things” he teases back, letting you lead him to his, your, both of your shared room. Once inside you gently push him onto his back, grasping his cock and pumping him and peppering kisses over his chest. You settle your body between his legs, slowly moving downwards, and kissing the scars you find along the way. Eyes flicking up to his when you reach the part of his legs covered in soft fur, watching to see if he doesn’t want you to keep going, and you have no worries. His eyes are wide watching you and licking his lips, keeping eye contact as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and hear him hiss in pleasure.

Humming you pop off the tip, still pumping him and nibbling the sensitive skin, watching as pre cum starts to pool at his slit and pressing your tongue against the small opening. Vash is moaning above you, watching your every movement and your core feels like it’s on fire. Switching to licking the head and twirling your tongue around the sensitive skin, as Vash jerks his hips upwards towards your lips. Smiling as you look at him pulling back somewhat adding a twisting motion to your pumping.

“Want me to keep going?” Teasing him and biting your lip.

“Please!” A low whine and you tilt your head before going back to his cock, pausing to adjust your hold on his warm flesh before licking a hard strip from his balls to the tip. Tongue flat so you can touch as much of his skin as possible, enjoying the feeling of his mad twitching before engulfing the tip in your mouth and starting to suck. Setting an easy pace for yourself, you don’t go too far down, just past the end of his head so you can focus on the sensitive area. Your hand can do the rest of the work. Another low whine reaching your ears, and you have to admit it sounds a lot like the noise he makes when he’s close to coming. A few more pumps and bobs of your head, it turns out he was making the noise he makes when he’s close, mouth filling with the astringent taste of him. Swallowing his cum as best you can, and pulling away from his cock as he shakes and shivers in the pillows.

Blissed out against the pillows you give him a few more pumps, aware he’s watching you with hooded eyes, a final glob of cum pooling on his slit which you lick off. Looking at him with adoration as you release his cock and crawl up his body to press against him, feeling his arm wrap around you tight. “I’m going to return the favor later.” A kiss pressed to your forehead as both of you doze off.

The next day after having a slice of cooled pie, Vash does return the favor, more than once watching you come undone beneath his touch and tongue. As your back arches Vash thinks to himself that his brother has to be wrong, how could someone like you respond to him like that if you didn’t love him. Maybe someday he’ll be brave enough to tell you how he feels.

Eventually the air turned cooler and you started wearing some thicker clothes, watching as Vash tended to shiver in the early morning air while both of you were outside working. And in the evenings you went to work, going through the items left behind from your grandmother. Working on knitting him a long scarf, that thankfully only takes you about a week. Work might have gone a little faster if you and him didn’t end up in bed as often as you did as part of your nightly routine.

And after the pants incident you had far more tact when you gave it to him. “I noticed you’re looking a little chilly some morning, and this isn’t me trying to get you to cover up. I just thought you’d like something to help keep warm.” Handing him the red scarf, and watching him smile.

“Thank you.” Pressing the hand made item to his chest, a wide grin splitting his face as he felt the fabric. “I know it will help, especially because you made it for me.” Something about his words makes you turn red.

The next morning, he had the scarf wrapped around his neck a few times so the loops fell more around his chest. Smiling at you as the two of you finished the last few items before any time outside would be recreational.

After spending so much time outside getting the property cleaned up, you found yourself cleaning out more of the inside now. Not that it was a mess inside, more taking stock of what had been left behind by your grandmother and the generations before her. As you found things Vash often found himself out of sorts, unsure what to do with most items and there was a steady growing pile of things you didn’t plan on keeping.

One thing that caught your eye had been some smaller carboys which Vash knew more about, and you were trying to make some fruit wine from the extras stored in the earth cellar. It would be a while before any of it was ready to try but you’d agreed it would be a good test for the summer when hopefully grapes would be growing on the vines.

As you moved through the rooms of the house you came across a few stools that left you confused. Showing them to Vash, who seemed surprised. “These look more like seats for my kind to sit on.” Taking one of them and sitting showing it left his legs balanced at an angle that was comfortable for him.

“Maybe one of my ancestors had better relationships with your kind then? At least if there are this many chairs in the room.” Walking by as you look more in the room, a thick layer of dust on most of the objects around.

“It’s a nice thought. Both of our kinds living together.” Something in his voice grabs your attention, heading back to where he’s seated.

Reaching out to run your hand along his shoulder and down to the stub of his upper arm. “In case you missed it. We live together.” Smiling at him as he reaches out to rest his hand against your hip.

“Yea. I guess we do.” Voice wistful and his ears flicking back.

“What do you mean you guess? Last time I checked we share a roof, share a room. Not sure what else you’d call that then living together. Come on Vash what’s really on your mind?” Reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek, which he quickly nuzzles against.

“I…” licking his lips before taking a deep breath. “I care about you, a lot more than I should I think. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I. I want to be your mate.” This is the most embarrassed you’ve ever seen him and it warms your heart to hear him make that admission.

Bending over so you’re eyes level with him, a soft grin on your face. “Mate huh?” Pressing your lips to his for a long tender kiss, when you pull away your lips are close enough to still brush against his. “I like the idea of being your mate.” Watching the grin grow on his face.

With one arm he’s pulling you into his lap, grinding up against you making you moan as your lips meet once more. Panting and groaning against one another. Both of your hands moving to press against his shoulders, nails scraping along his neck and hair. “Vash?” Voice almost breathless as you pull apart. “Do you want to be inside me?” A low soft yes is your answer and another roll of his hips against yours.

Scrambling out of his lap your fingers and moving quickly against the belt around your waist, undoing your pants and pulling them off as quickly as you can, underwear with them before crawling back into his lap.

Lips reconnecting and you can feel the precum flowing freely from his tip as your hand reaches for him, a few pumps to smear the fluid around before lining him up and slowly lowering yourself onto his cock.

Both of you gasping and you feel your neck arch back as he fills you, and as you slide down you know you never want to feel anyone else inside you again. Vash fills you in such a way that it makes a line of sweat break out across your back, beading between your shoulder blades and rolling down. You start to ride him in no time, the veins of his cock making you squirm, his one hand moving to pull your shirt off, burying his face in your breasts and panting against your skin as well. Biting and sucking the skin as you keep moving, a line of fire building inside your belly. Arms wrapping around his head to keep him close and you scream as you cum around his cock, feeling his seed paint your walls, both of you coming down from your high together.

As time passed, the two of you often found your days either starting with a long slow session of making love before moving about the house for the day. Or retiring early for a hot steamy session, trying to see how many times you could spasm around Vash. One thing was certain, Vash never seemed to run out of stamina, always had a load ready to push deep into your core. You’d also told Vash he didn’t have to wear pants inside the house if he didn’t want to, which led to both of you sometimes having sex in random places and at random times.

On Christmas eve, the two of you were laying down on a pile of blankets and pillow in the living room, a fire going in the small fireplace that had been hidden behind a sheet of drywall. Laughing as your hands wandered over his skin, where it met his fur.

“I just don’t understand how it can be that soft” giggling as you rub circles into the area.

“Maybe because I eat such a healthy diet.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you and you snort.

“Oh yea, almost nothing but apples.” Pressing a quick peck to the center of his chest. You watch as his face shifts, almost thoughtful. Rolling over, and running a hand along your side before standing and walking away.

“I’ll be back in a moment my heart” his tail swishing the floor behind him.

You rolled your shoulders, before reaching out and grabbing your glass of wine, listening for his return. At the sound of his clicking hooves you roll over to watch him again, tossing an apple in his one hand. “Really. Another apple?”

“It’s one of the special apples, I brought for the two of us.” Right, you’d almost forgotten about those, still unsure what made them special, but you had listened to the warning and made no motion to ever find or find out more about his brother.

“So, what makes them special?” You question as he rejoins you on the pile of pillows and blankets.

“It’s said, they help bond two souls together, and bring those in love good fortune.” He’s grinning as he settles, holding the apple between both of you.

You smile “So. Were you hoping for an outcome like this?” Watching his face flush and his ears twitch, a telltale sign of his having been found out. “I’ll stop teasing you. So how does it work? I assume we have to eat it.”

“Yea, we eat it together.” Placing the apple to his mouth and sticking his tongue out to hold it up, and seeing it balanced on his tongue does things to the lower parts of your body.

“Wait. You mean we eat the apple together, as in at the same time?” Waiting his eyebrows wiggle again, waiting for your head to move closer and as you bite into the apple, you hear Vash do the same. It has to be the most awkward apple you’ve ever eaten, feeling Vash place his hand against the back of your head, helping to keep the pressure on the fruit between both of you. The apple, also, is the best apple you’ve ever eaten, something about the favor being almost perfect.

In no time the fruit is gone, the core tossed into the fire, your and Vash’s mouths pressed together, tasting more of the apple on his tongue. Rolling you onto your back and grinding his hips against yours.

The angle like this isn’t the best for him and the way his legs are shaped, but a few adjustments and your legs are draped over his, your back still on the floor so he’s in charge, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room. Feeling him starting to grind harder against you, lips reconnected once more. Struggling a little, his hand is occupied, being tangled in your hair as his tongue explores your mouth. Reaching down you line him up and in one thrust he’s as far as he can go. Breaking apart Vash sets a quick pace, and it isn’t long until you’re cuming on his cock, moaning as he keeps going. Pulling a second from you in no time.

Panting in your ear how he’s going to fuck you all night long and into morning, and you tell him to keep going even if you fall asleep, high on the sensation of Vash plowing your insides.

Waking up Christmas morning, you find Vash under you and still in the living room, the fire has turned to a few dying embers. Snoring away, his one hand pressing against the center of your back and his cock still seated deep inside you. You lower your head back to his chest, listening to his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep again.

The next time you woke up, you were humming, stretching your arms up towards Vash’s shoulder chests pressed together and Vash on his back, his hips pistoning in and out of you. “Good morning handsome” letting out a shaky breath, sliding one hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“M-morning” stuttering and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the veins of his neck standing out. Shifting your legs so the movement of his hips has his fur rubbing against your clit, moaning as the pressure builds inside of you. A few more thrusts from under you and he’s freezing, a whisper of your name and you feel him filling you up.

Pushing himself up to change the angle of your bodies so he can kiss you, the taste of apples still strong on his tongue. “How many loads is that?” You whisper against his mouth, smiling as he nips at your lips.

“Hmm, six, maybe seven?” That makes you laugh, taking a moment to adjust before starting to roll your own hips.

“Let’s have a whole day of this, I just want a day of us together. Nothing else.” Vash is quick to agree. The two of you only leave the living room for bathroom breaks and a small amount of food and water. By the end of the day you’re both too tired to move anymore, cuddling together and soft touches shared between you.

When spring comes, you’re amazed at the difference you can see from all your hard work, the grape vines full and lush covered in the small flowers. Even the fruit trees cleaned of the thorn vines that had been strangling them seem even more vibrant. That day as you took in the view and came across the area you’d first met Vash in just a year ago you find yourself swinging around and running towards him, jumping into his arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him full of laughter.

Five years later, you’re sitting in the office you made out of one of the rooms in the house. The camera turned on your laptop working out the final arrangements with the distributor wanting to sell your wine in specialty shops. Grinning as you hammer out the facts the barrels will be picked up and brought to another location to be bottled.

All of those details settled, you grin when asked if you want a name on the label besides the region and grape type. Letting a more comical side take over “The Satyr’s wife” you don’t hesitate as the name slips from your mouth with a grin.

A week later you have the final contract in hand, as well as a final draft design of the label for the market. Taking the design to Vash to see what he thinks, heading down to the living room where Vash has his hand full, literally with a set of smaller hands held in his. Both father and son grinning as you appear, handing Vash the piece of paper and replacing his hand with both of your own. Taking your son around the room as he walks a bit more steadily on his smaller hooves, hooves that are still soft in comparison to his sire's hardened ones.

That had been more than a painful feeling with those kicking your insides but the day he came into the world with your hair and his fathers eyes you couldn’t have been happier. Learning that any child you had with Vash would be male since his species required mates from another to reproduce, and you found it more than alright to know you’d have to deal with more hooves inside your belly.

Eventually Vash laughs pulling you back to the present as he looks at the name and the design of the label, a stylized Satyr with a set of reed pipes held up to its lips.

You have to admit, you’re glad your grandmother left this place to you, glad to have found someone to love, just for being themselves and loving you the same. Even if you did find him tracking mud over your floors after it rained, annoying.

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youngpeachenthusiast · 25 days

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this is going to be a post about my experience with my gender identity and there's definitely going to be some (a lot of) oversharing so uh... more under the cut??

sometimes i find myself reflecting on how my identity came to be, and the more i think about it, the more i think my mom is very wrong when she says there were "absolutely no signs".

while throughout my childhood i did present very femininely, i remember that ever since i was a little boy i secretly was convinced that one day i would literally just grow a penis. i understood that there was some kind of difference between the genitalia of boys and my own, but i thought it was simply a matter of time and my very own penis would grow in its own time. i started puberty very early on and when my clitoris started enlarging i thought "this is it, it's finally happening".

needless to say it didn't happen. and when a few months later we got our very first sex ed and i learned that i was inevitably going to become a young lady, well... i was devastated. i remember crying on multiple occasions to my mother because i desperately didn't want to go through puberty. having real proper panic attacks about it. i remember the first time a friend commented on my breasts coming in. i remember trying to bind with a headband only to be caught and punished by my mother. i remember getting my first period and doing everything in my power to hide it from her, because as long as she didn't know i could still close my eyes and cover my ears and pray that it would just go away.

even not taking the relationship with my body into account, i was changing my name multiple times a month because mine didn't fit, and i just couldn't figure out what was going on.

all of this long before i even knew that something such as being transgender existed.

i was 13 when i first met a transgender person. as soon as i saw them and i learned who they were, i knew the answer. that was me. that had always been me, indubitably.

it took some time before i actually accepted that in no way i could ever stay alive and be a woman at the same time. when i finally did, that's when my life started getting better. years and years of self hatred found their answer in something so trivial as being a man.

so i think of my mother, who argues that "there were no signs" and still refuses to refer to me by my name and pronouns because she's convinced i'll change my mind (after five years of very much not changing my mind), and i do not know how to feel.

there were so, so many signs. i'm not sure i would even call them signs, it was just me existing after all.

and sure, early signs don't matter and i can still be trans even if nothing pointed to it in the slightest in the past. but also. the signs were there, and i'm very tired of pretending they were not.

i don't know why i'm here posting about all of this. discussing my early view of genitalia and all. i suppose i'm just looking for someone like me, who will make me feel less alone. the "girly girl" who always kept so much of his discomfort to himself.

i am honestly amazed that human beings can experience this kind of feelings over their body and social constructs and... everything, really. it does hurt like hell, sure. but it is incredible how deep of an experience i can have with something as simple as an organ of my body.

anyway. thanks for reading my oversharing. or whatever. goodnight!

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romana-after-dark · 11 months

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 8

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, and both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

I wanna add we're really heavy on the birth/pregnancy, forced birth, choking, domestic violence, threats of hanging and murder. Can't say I didn't warning yuh (unless i missed a warning of course. then please let me know so i cant edit ASAP) Like this is a rough chapter, a lot of violence to a pregnant woman. but I wanna say right now...

The baby will not be harmed in anyway. Baby will be born healthy, and live and have a good life in both the main ending and alt ending.

5k words (sorry not sorry lol)

Also to clarify a few things I guess i didn't make clear enough in previous chapters!

Joel only 'guessed' that Tommy and LO slept together. He had suspicions but thought he could trust Tommy and his 'girlfriend'. When LO rushed to stop Joel from hurting Tommy, that was his 'evidence'. Joel was beating Tommy because he found out about Maria.

Joel only heard part of the conversation between Zach and Little One. Nick said way back in chapter 3 the wall are thinner than she thinks. He didn't know Lorenzo had any part of it, and because LO didn't rat him out, he never will.

Thats my bad for not being clear!

Can you catch the Superstore homage? (aka i rewatched two episodes just to take it line for line lol)

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Month 3

No one warned you about morning sickness.

You knew fuck all about sex before you came to Joel’s, just a thing or two from your friend back at the ranch and how to get a man off with your mouth or hands, but pregnancy and birth was next to nothing. You didn’t even know how pregnancy happened really, other than a penis in a vagina until you asked Tommy early on if you were going to get pregnant. After a very uncomfortable talk for both of you, Tommy explained that Joel told him he pulls out, so you should be good… Lorenzo said you can still get pregnant that way, but thinking back to the night Joel almost killed Tommy and you… Joel finished inside… the timing added up.

Pregnancy and birth were entirely unknown to you, and you wished someone would just give you a heads up. Joel had a daughter and no doubt had been through at least once pregnancy, and Lorenzo had mentioned 4 of his 6 older sisters got pregnant before leaving the house… something about no sex education, men too old for them, and their religion not believing in birth control or abortion… but you didn’t know what half those words meant, and after Lorenzo mercilessly made fun of you for days about not knowing Joel’s song for you was actually a very famous song, you didn’t dare ask him about the words, or anything with pregnancy. You didn’t want to ask Joel either, not wanting to give away how terrified you were, not wanting him to think you didn’t want to… But you did! You did want this baby, you reminded yourself again and again and again, because Joel was good to you, Joel took care of you, Joel would care for this baby too. You’d be bound to him, and he’d never get tired of you this way, and he wouldn’t hurt the mother of his child, right?

The birth was something you tried not to think about.

So here you were, puking your gut out before you even had breakfast and Joel held your hair back.

“Shhh, shhhhhhh” he coo’d and you heaved, yellow bile and acid coming up from inside you since the little food in your stomach from dinner had been thrown up 5 minuets ago.

With a final spit into the toilet, you sink back and Joel wipes your mouth for you. “I think that’s it.” You mutter, and Joel carries you into your shared bedroom, laying you down with the care of an infant before kissing your forehead.

“Don’t worry about breakfast, little one. I don’t need anything this morning.” He says before kissing your cheek. But you were worrying about breakfast, because you wanted it… but the only way you’d be getting food is if you made it. Tommy wasn’t here to care for you anymore. “I’ll be gone until the evening, what's for dinner?”

The thought of cooking, the thought of raw meats and the strong smells of spices made you want to vomit again. “I dunno…”

“I think a few of them chickens is ready to be butchered, you ever made chicken parmesan? We got that cheese I brought back yesterday, you could make something like that.”

You groan a bit, exhausted and tired despite being only 3 months in. You didn’t sleep at all last night, nightmares of the past and the future plaguing you. He knew that you didn’t sleep, you had told him… “Joel I can’t, the butchering, I feel so-”

“I’ll make Lorenzo do it.” He promises. “Chicken parmesan it is then?” He decided for you. What he didn’t understand is it wasn’t just butchering a few chickens. To make chicken parm you need chicken breasts, not the rest of it. You didn’t waste meat, so Lorenzo kills (you could do it on a normal day, but not with your heightened smell) then you pluck, clean, Lorenzo butchers, then you have to separate the different parts and put them into hygienic storage and take them to the freezer locker, then thoroughly clean yourself, all the tools and surfaces (and Lorenzo) to prevent illness. It would take hours. But Joel didn’t see that, he only ever saw the food at the end of his day.

“Okay” You agree reluctantly, and he begins kissing your neck and groping you, no doubt wanting a quicky before a long day of unspeakable violence. “Joel, please, I don’t feel good.” You beg him not to, but you learned in the past that this never got far.

His morning breath wasn’t helping anything as he tugged down your shorts. “I’ll be quick.”

You knew what that meant. Joel slid into you with no prep, no lubrication, and it burned. The steady rocking was the last thing you needed right now, and with his head buried in your neck, you covered your mouth as the nausea took over. You threw up, but like everything the last several months, you just swallowed it down again to deal with when Joel was gone. When he came inside (wasn’t he worried about you getting pregnant again?) you quickly pull up your pants and run to the bathroom, pushing past Lorenzo no doubt on his way to babysitting duties with you.

As he watched you run past and heard the sounds of throwing up, Lorenzo caught Joel’s arm as he brushed past. “Peppermint or ginger. Find it, whatever form it's in. Oils, drops, whatever. If you can find the leaves or the root we can make it into a tea. Just find it, it’ll help her nausea.”

Month 4

“Okay Lorenzo, I got a question for you, and you can’t make fun of me.” You say as you cook, the swell of your belly beginning to show now.

“No guarantees.” He says, sitting his drink. How did he find so much alcohol?

“Fine. Okay… when Joel and I have sex-”

He visibly cringed. “Since when do we talk about our sex lives?”

“Renzo.”

“Fine, go on. But remember I’m not exactly an expert on female anatomy.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay. Well I told you he always pulls out right? Um… ever since I told him im pregnant… he doesn’t.”

Lorenzo waits for you to continue, but you don’t. You think that’s it. “What the problem?”

You continue to avoid looking at him, stirring the soup. “Well.. what if I get pregnant again?”

He stares at you like he’s trying to make sense of your question before the recognition sets in. “OH!” But before he explains what he means… his face shifts… theres something sad in there, a hint of pain in his eyes you only saw once, the face he had as he looked at you in disgust while Joel carried you from the bedroom to the bath while you were covered head to toe in spit and cum and period blood… was it pity? “Jesus kid… No one really taught you anything, did they?”

“C’mon, just tell me.”

Scrubbing his face, he sighed. “No, you can’t get pregnant while your already pregnant.”

Oh. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Ah. Okay then.”

There was a long, long silence before he spoke again. “If you got any other question about, like… pregnancy and birth… I can try and answer.”

Joel had been trying to find a doctor, a midwife, something for you… but it was slim pickings in Wyoming.

Five minuets later, you were squealing, covering your ears, but laughing. “Ew! What the hell is a mucus plug! You know what, I don’t wanna-”

“IT’S A PLUG FULL OF MUCUS IN YOUR VAGINA WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?!?!” He yells loud enough to get past your attempt at blocking your ears.

“NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH!!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” But you still could.

“Honestly in the last month or two all kinds of weird things are gonna come out of you including but not limited to a very slimey and weird looking baby.”

You gasp, feigning indignance. “How dare you insult my unborn child!”

“It ain’t personal, sweetheart. All babies look ugly as fuck as newborns. Now, let’s get back to the gritty details.”

With a squeal, you try to run away. “No! I know enough!” But you’re laughing. It felt like you were messing around with Zach back in your childhood home.

“My sister Elaina lost like 4 teeth.”

“AAAHHHHH!”

Month 5

Joel had finally found a midwife of sorts. Well, technically, Jack did, as it was his cousin. Maura had been a nurse in the birthing wing a short time before everything went to shit and had been helping women deliver babies ever since. Initially, she told Jack to keep his mouth shut. She hated Joel and didn’t want a thing to do with him, but when no one else showed up and you were in your 5th month, she relented, purely for the sake of the innocent kidnapped girl.

“Put the fucking gun away, Joel.” She said as she entered your room, grabbing the barrel in Joel’s hands and pointing it to the floor. “Point that shit at me again and I’m not helping your child bride.” She stared him down, head tilted up only slightly to reach his eyes. If she was intimidated by Joel, she wouldn’t

Joel glared at her, but he didn’t have many options. “If you hurt her-”

“From what I hear, you’re doing enough of that yourself. Now, you stand up against the wall and watch if you want to, but don’t interfere, and do not try to intimidate me, understood?”

You watched in awe as she stood her ground… It had been months before you had done anything of the sort against Joel, only standing up to him when Tommy’s life was in danger. Joel gave a curt nod and she turn to approach where you lay, sat up against some pillows.

A gentle smile was on her face, but it was clear she was here for business. Still, her confidence and certainty put you at ease.

“My name’s Maura, I’ll be helping deliver this baby.” She was beautiful, with long black hair and a light smattering of freckles on her face, but got straight to the point. It was clear she knew what she was doing, asking you questions you hadn’t even thought of yet and examining you. When she was done, she stood up, looking at you, not Joel. “It seems despite the circumstances-”

Joel tried to interrupt. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean”

But Maura ignored him, keeping your attention with her bright brown eyes. “Despite the circumstances, everything appears to be progressing naturally, theres no cause for concern as of right now. But you need to keep things low stress.” It was then she turned to glare at Joel, to emphasize her point.

Maura said she’d be staying near-by and Joel was paying her a hefty price for her services. When you’d go into labor, Joel was to send a man on horse to fetch her, preferably Jack, but she warned she would armed, and she’d be there shortly.

That night, Joel held you close as you discussed baby names.

“How about Loretta? Like that singer you liked?”

Joel hums, none commital. “I always liked Dorothy, we could call her Dolly as a nickname. I know you like Dolly Parton” Joel had been teaching you about old country music, and you certainly had a few favorites. Not knowing many women in general, your pool of girl names was not strong so you drew from singers he’d mentioned.

You scrunch up your nose a bit at that. “I like Dolly, I don’t like Dorothy.”

“It was my grandmas name, I’d really like to name our daughter after her.” His voice had that tone to it, the one that left little room to argue, but you tried to push past Dorothy.

“Maybe June? Like June Carter?” You knew how particle he was to Johnny Cash, but also... that was the name of the only friend you had before Tommy.

“That’s beautiful, little one, June it is.” He smiles into your skin, and you think you’ve won, when he says. “Dorothy June.”

He had already decided, and there was no real option to argue or change his mind. You’d just call her Dolly, then.

You had one thing you really, really wanted for boy name, and you desperately hoped you could get it, but you couldn’t tell him why. You didn’t want any more kids so this was your only shot. You hadn’t even wanted this one, but as your stomach swelled with life, motherly love came with it and you decided you’d make the best of the situation. The child inside you was your number one priority. “Okay, boys? I really like Caleab… It’s my favorite boy name…” You didn’t have to tell him that was Zach’s middle name.

“I like it, bebita.”

You got what you wanted. You knew Joel was hoping for a girl, so you figured he was less particular on the boy name.

“Got any ideas for the middle name?” You ask him.

“Nothing in mind, really. I’m open…” He kisses your neck. “Anything you want?”

You keep quiet. The name you wanted… he’d never go for.

Joel pulled you closer, nuzzling his face against you as he whispered. “Ah. I see.” You freeze. Tommy hadn’t been so much as alluded to since he barely made it out alive and you thought for sure Joel would have a fit, and you began to prepare yourself to feel a hand wrapped around your throat… But he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed into your locks as he settled down for bed. “Caleb Thomas”

Month 6

Lorenzo was getting on your fucking nerves today, and you were about to fling the frying pan, bubbling grease and all, at his face.

“Will you shut up?”

“No, I’m not going to shut up because you are being fucking stupid!” Instead of his usual spot sitting at the kitchen table, he’s standing, arms crossed, in the doorway as you tried to get diner done. “I told you the first day, you are a dumb. Bitch.” he was drunk, three sheets to the wind and absolutely no filter.

“You have no fucking idea what I am! I am trying to fucking survive, Lorenzo, I am trying to keep myself and this baby-”

“You are playing housewife to a serial murder and a rapist!” He yells at you, clearly frustrated. “You are rewarding all the bad things he’s ever done you just give positive reinforcement-”

“Don’t fucking blame me! I’m not reinforcing the bad, I’m reinforcing the good!” You storm over to him, glaring Lorenzo down. “You have no fucking idea how bad things were! I used to dream about killing myself, about dying, about Joel finally snapping and doing it! I am doing the best in the conditions I have!”

“You could have left! You could have left with Zach and gone off with him for fucks sake!”

With a burst of anger you didn’t know was even in you anymore, you shove him, hard, causing the drunk to fall over. “You wanna know what he did last time I tried to run? He caught me within 10 minuets, dragged me back and chained me to this table-” You point at the table that you and Joel sit at most evenings now for diner. “And raped me in front of everyone, Lorenzo! Then he branded me and left me to be gang raped by all your little buddies here! And no one could stop him, not even Tommy! All Tommy could do is stand by and watch, and unchain me after Joel left before anyone could do anything more!”

Lorenzo was not deterred. “That’s my fucking point!”

“If I leave and he catches me, I am dead!”

Scoffing, Lorenzo rolls his eyes from where he’s slumped against the floor. “Yeah, that’s why”

Unsure how much more you can take from him, you motion him to continue.

“You just don’t wanna admit you fell in love with your rapist.”

That was enough. You begin to walk away from him, but he follows after you.

“What about when you give birth, huh? What kind of father is he going to be? Are you going to stand by while he beats your kids?”

“SHUT UP!” You scream, still walking away.

“And what if you have a daughter? You just gonna let him molest her like your dad-”

You wipe around so fast you don’t even have time to blink. “No, Joel isn’t like that.”

Lorenzo laughs at you, cruel and loud. “You are 20 years younger than him, he raped you! You really think he’s above-”

“YES! He will not hurt her like that!”

“And if you have a son? Do you really wanna raise a man like Joel? The kind of man who beats and rapes innocent girls?”

Tears prickle at your eyes now, a terrible tightness in your chest bubbling with stomach bile. “N-no, that’s not gonna happen, I won’t let-”

“Oh, because you’ve had so much choice the last year, havn’t you. Sooooo much control.”

“I won’t.” You shake your head vigorously. “I won’t let anything happen to my baby, Joel won’t hurt them.”

“So, say he doesn't. You really gonna raise a kid here? Half the men here would’ve raped you, given the chance! You really think your child is safe here?”

You can’t argue with him when he’s right. But he doesn’t get it. Joel is good now, Joel protects you, Joel will protect the baby… Joel is gentle now… soft, kind… he thinks of you, he sings you songs… he plays music for you, he’ll be a good dad… You’ll be okay…

You shut down, going into autopilot. You don’t look at Lorenzo as you walk back to the kitchen to finish frying the chicken. Joel would be home soon.

Month 7

“JACK! GET MAURA!” Joel shouts as you groan on the bed, the tight contractions hurting.

“Joel, it hurts!” You call for him, and in a flash Joel is at your bedside, letting you squeeze his hand.

“I know, little one, I know…” He pets your hair, having flashbacks to Sarah’s birth…. He wanted another girl so bad, but god, he just wanted a healthy baby and for his girl to make it out alive. Birth was dangerous in modern medicine, nonetheless a post-apocalyptic shitstorm.

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, biting his nails. “You’re not due for another 8 weeks!”

Grunting through the pain, you let a rare bout of sarcasm slip. “Oh yeah, that’s right, never mind.”

“Could be false labor, you know? That’s called Braxton-Hicks contractions?” Lorenzo looked more nervous than you.

Joel ignored him. “It’s gonna be okay, Maura’s on her way and I think even out here 32 weeks is gonna be okay.” Joel wasn’t entirely sure about his own words. 32 weeks meant a premature baby, and pre-mature usually meant NICU… but there was no NICU to go to… if the babies lungs were under developed or anything like that, there were no options.

Lorenzo was chewing through his nails enough to draw blood. “Or maybe it’s Braxton-Hicks”

At that, Joel finally acknowledges Lorenzo. “Okay, we get it, you know the term Braxton-Hicks, we’re all very impressed.”

“AHHHHHHH” You yell, wishing to get there was something for the pain.

Lorenzo wouldn’t shut up. “Okay, contractions are getting longer, that means your in active labor?”

“Her water hasn’t broke yet!”

“Is she dilated?”

“Does it look like her pants are off to you?”

“Well check!”

“I don’t know how to tell! Weren’t you bragging last month you helped your sister give birth in a Walmart?”

“That doesn’t mean I know how to check if she’s dilated!”

“You know more than me!”

“I’m not sticking my fucking face between legs!”

“Oh, because you’re gay you’re suddenly scared of vagina’s?”

“What are you talking about?”

“So you’d rather let her just die?”

“DIE? Joel she’s not gonna die because I’m not looking at her fucking cu-”

“GUYS” you shout, causing both to turn and look at you. “The contractions stopped.”

There’s a moment of silence before Lorenzo speaks. “Oh. Huh. That’s uhhh… Braxton-Hicks I guess. False labor.”

As Joel kissed you that night, sex was the last thing you wanted, but you knew there was no point in fighting it.

Joel sucked on your throat, already bruised with dark marks from the night before, now sore and aching with new licks and bites, his hands roaming to expanse of skin presented before him. Gripping, feeling, pinching, tugging, some things felt good, some hurt, but that didn’t matter. He’d get you off, he always did, at night anyway, but you knew sometimes he just liked to feel you, feel what he owned. The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed? Your blood is mine.

Your belly round and swollen with child, he could not hardly keep his hand off it, every time his hand traveled to explore, it quickly found itself returning to its home, never wanting to miss a kick. He slithered down, nestling his face between your legs and devouring your pussy the way he did your neck, the way he did every piece of you, body and soul and until there was nothing left but this subservient version of you, weak and obedient to his hands. He lapped you up, skilled tongue exploring through your folds only pausing to nibble at the soft skin of your thighs or kiss the round stomach above him. He felt extra possessive today, a desperate, anxious way about him as he devoured you so hungrily you wondered if he intended to eat you, swallow you whole to keep you with him forever; a communion, and you were the eucharist, a matrimony of cannibalism.

You wanted to tug at his hair, you wanted to entangle yourself in him but your belly was in the way, so you simply laid back and enjoyed as he tongue fucked you, prodding at your entrance, his hands on the globe where your child waits to be born.

“Fuck, Joel, need you, need to cum, please.”

You beg for him, plead, and he devours. Joel knows you love when his perfect, plus lips such at your mound and your clit with long fingers fingering into you, and you yelp when they curl up and hit that spot inside you. “Keep moaning, little one, let me hear you.”

You obliged. Sometimes you wondered how sick everyone in the house was of hearing you, but they weren’t the ones you needed to please; pleasing Joel kept you alive.

“I need you inside me, please” Nudging him with your leg as you cry for his cock. “Joel, I gotta have you inside me, I need to cum on your cock, please? Please, Joel-”

A wet, sloppy sound as he detached from you, and his eyes looked just as hungry as he acted while he crawled up. “You beg so pretty, little one, such a pretty little cock whore.”

But you didn’t have time for his talking, you needed him inside you, now; the hormones of the pregnancy had a mind of their own. You take a chance and push him down, watching Joel smile as you straddle his waist. “God, I just- just need you.”

“The take me, little one, take me”

You cry out as you sink down onto him, feeling your cunt split on him. “Fuuuck!” Sobbing, you take him fully and begin to fuck yourself on him.

“Just like that, pretty girl, fuck, taking me so well, gonna have you all stretched out to have this baby, huh? Gonna give me a child, little girl? A baby of our own? Fuck, fuck you look so pretty like this, swollen with my child, stretching your stomach as I stretch your cunt, fucking perfect, my perfect wife.”

Wife.

Wife?!

You knew Joel was delusional… but fuck, Lorenzo was right… you were playing house wife. Joel thought of you as his wife…

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, again, and again, keep you constantly knocked up, make our happy little family, you and me and a dozen little kids running around, FUCK, our family, our family.”

You continued the pace, you couldn’t falter, you couldn’t slow down, you couldn’t hesitate; you couldn’t give any sort of reason for him to think you didn’t want this…

But it suddenly struck you

You were trapped. Joel trapped you with a baby, knowing you’d need him to protect it, knowing you’d never leave your child… and now he was going to keep you pregnant. You could never leave with 5,6,7 kids, it would be impossible.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock little one, just little that…” Joel reached out to touch you, roughly manhandling your tits that were swollen and engorged.

You begin to cry, but that wouldn’t give away anything for Joel; he fucking loved that shit.

One hand on your breast, one on your clit. “Cry on my cock, baby girl, cry when you cum.”

You did, you sobbed as you came, your body betraying the horrors you felt at his hands.

Month 8

“Hey Joel? Can I talk to you about something?”

You had to do it. You had to. And it had to be now. You two had fucked less than half an hour ago and he was currently eating your food, humming contently. He was always lovey-dovey after sex, and was always much happier after food… The pair didn’t line up often, so now was your chance.

“What’s on your mind, little one? Nervous about being a mother? You’ll be a great mom; I just know it.” He smiled at you with puppy dog eyes, looking up from his plate, and you couldn’t help smiling back, not when he showered you with compliments.

“Well… you’ve said before you wanted lots of kids… but we… well this little baby was an accident.”

“A miracle, not an accident.” Joel corrected you. You didn’t see how conceiving a child the night he was threatening to blow your brains onto a wall for sleeping with his brother if you didn’t shoot said-baby’s uncle was a miracle… but you digress

“Right. Well… we never really talked about more kids… and although I’m over the moon about this baby, I did initially not want to have it.” Joel’s face began to darken, but you powered through. “Maybe we could see how we feel about one kid after a few years before thinking about-”

Joel slammed down his silverware. “What are you trying to say.”

But you freeze. This was a bad idea, you needed to placate immediately, you needed to calm him down. “N-nothing, Joel, just thinking out loud.”

He stood up, a deadly, blank stare on his face, so far removed from the adoration as he bestowed kisses on your ever-growing belly. Joel walked around the table, standing behind you and placing firm hands on your shaking shoulders, leaning into your ear.

“You say’n you don’t want my kids? Don’t wanna be their mama? You don’t wanna be my wife?”

“No, no that’s not-” But you don’t get a chance to finish, his hand is wrapped around your throat and insane strength pulling you up and out of the chair, the wooden furniture toppled to the side in a loud clatter. He slams the back of your head against the drywall, you’re toes barely touch the ground; struggling to breath, you claw at his hand, but he doesn’t even blink.

The panic begins to set it.

“YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE! YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE CHOICES!” He screams, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as a few men hesitantly gather, like vultures waiting on the next piece of deadmeat. You couldn’t see who, but it didn’t matter. Even the good ones couldn’t intervene.

Joel’s face was suddenly right in front of yours. “Everything you have, any freedom, any luxuries, any power you think you have is because I have given it to you.” Black spots appeared, your vision blurring, sinking into the unknown and god, did it feel sweet. Was it finally over? “I bought you, I own you, you have no rights! You are nothing! You are nothing but a toy for me to play with, a breeding bitch and you should be so lucky to sit at my table!”

He let go, but as you gasped for breath, Joel yanked at your hair and patched you across the room, not letting go of his grasp on you as you flung into the counter. What he didn’t know, what he could never understand was how the handle of the draw rammed into the brand on your side. Suddenly, all sense, all rational went out the window, and you were violently thrust back to last year as he burned his initials into your skin. The flashbacks were triggered, and the result was nothing short of hysteria. You cry out for the only person who would step in.

“TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMYYYY” You scream, the fact Tommy was miles away didn’t matter, nor did the fact this would only anger Joel more. This didn’t matter; you wanted him, no one but him, and all sense was knocked out of you.

Joel pulls you up by your hair and slaps you hard enough that you taste blood and screams at you to not say Tommy’s name, but you can’t stop, you scream and scream and scream for him to come save you and your baby, the precious little life inside you that has never done anything wrong.

You fight and claw and panic, hysterics drowning out the one or two voices telling Joel to stop; who they belonged to, you couldn’t say.

Joel stopped listening, and the voices grow louder as Joel drags you, kicking and screaming, outside; rope and a chair in his hand, your hair in the other, and Joel walked with long strides to a tree outside.

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YEEEEEEESSSSHHHHHHHHHHH Cliiiiiff hanger, hanging from a cliiiiiiffff thats why he's caaaaallled, Cliff Hangers!

Who else used to watch Inbetween The Lions? Anyway.

Who wanna guess what happens!

Only two chapters left!

For the sake of credit, if you didn't find the superstore reference or dont watch the show, most of the dialogue between Joel and Lorenzo and LO was between Amy and Jonah from two birth related episodes of superstore

Also, Maura is named after my dear dear friend @maura-honey who although is not generally a fanfiction girlie, made a tumblr so she could read, like and reblog this series and always sends me such lovely messages <3

Reblogs are the best way to spread and support, but comments mean the world. I know not everyone likes to share dark content on their blog, but even a kind anon is such support!

for those who voted you dont like or hate or Lorenzo, I hope that doesn't mean you hate him as n he's a bad character. I got a comment on AO3 that said "i cant tell if i like lorenzo or not, but i like him in the story" which makes sense! His victim blaming is really fucking shitty.

no poll today, sorry!

MoonBanana said they think LO copes by lying to herself until she beleives it, what do y'all think? is she as delusional as joel?

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The Pirate who Loved Me- Chapter 1

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Masterlist

Bridgerton kind of meets One Piece in this.

Summary: (Y/N) grew up in a noble home and island. Her family were members of high class, and were invited to lavish parties thrown by the highest members of society. Although she was raised to be a proper woman, she always longed for something more in life. At the age of 18, she is now ready to enter the social season and her father is to find her a suitable husband much to her dismay.

That same season, a group of rookie pirates in a submarine land on the noble island to secure funds and supplies for their next adventure.

*3 years before Luffy sets out on his adventure*

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual themes, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare

I do not own the rights to Bridgerton and One Piece

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"My Lady, per your mother's orders we must fit the corset as tight as possible."

"Until I can't breathe?" I snap back as my lady's maid Lana as she fastens the strings to the corset that will keep me entrapped under the elegant dress my mother had fashioned for me. She was obsessed with the fabric once the designer had drawn her eye to it. It was a gold silk gown that was lined with gold beads. My necklace was a line of gold bows that were mixed with the finest diamonds. My hair was placed up with a feather attached to the top which made me feel absolutely ridiculous. It was beautiful but it was not me.

My breathing continued to hitch as Lana tugged and tightened the corset. A brief knock and my door opening stopped us both as my mother walked in. She looked me up and down as tears began to form in her eyes. I mentally groan as she observed me as if I were her prized pig that she had raised for the past 18 years.

"Oh my darling you look absolutely stunning!" She exclaimed and tears spilled down her face. I gave her as a big a smile as I can muster but deep down I resented her for this. How could she be okay with marrying her daughter off to a complete stranger? How could she allow her husband to find a match that would better the family's image rather than ensure the happiness of her own daughter?

"You are going to find a husband in no time there's no doubt about it. You're father is not going to have any trouble securing your match once the rest of the nobles lay eyes on you. I'm sure of it. Your beauty is unmatched compared to the other ladies this season. I'm so glad to have bred a beautiful daughter " She exclaimed. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Mother you act as if I'm getting married today," I say as Lana tied the knot to hold the restrictive undergarment. She walked to the closet to pull out the dress I was to wear to be shown off to the Queen of our tiny island. God, Sabo, Ace and Luffy would be mortified to know that I was still trapped on this island, following the traditional noble values, but it was for their safety.

When mine and Sabo's parents had found our whereabouts in the forest with Ace and Luffy 8 years ago, we were both forced back to our lives as nobles. We were also under a very watchful eye, I more so than Sabo. However, he still managed to flee from his babysitter, but that only ended in tragedy for him and heartbreak for Ace, Luffy and I.

After the celestial dragon destroyed Sabo's ship, I was able to run from my bodyguard in order to find Ace and Luffy but my parent's guards were much quicker in finding me. My parents were beyond furious at my attempt of another escape, so much so they locked me away in my room, training me to be a proper wife until I turned 18 and was ready to be presented for the social season. During that time, I was given the news that Gray Terminal was set a blaze leaving me to believe that Ace and Luffy were also gone.

It wasn't until years later that I saw a wanted poster of Ace, I cried with joy knowing that he was out living his dream. He was free. He was living the life he wanted, his dreams of becoming pirates stayed alive. Now I could only hope that Luffy would do the same if he was alive.

I on the other hand played the role of the perfect daughter, entrapped in her room and being trained to obey the man that I would call my husband. I fought back as much as I could but it would only lead to nights without dinners and harsh slaps to the face from both my mother and father. Then a month after my 18th birthday came a night were I decided I would make my escape, the security guard on post fell asleep and I saw an opportunity to finally leave this god forsaken island.

I grabbed whatever supplies I deemed necessary and made it all the way to the dock. I was to take my father's fishing boat and find a way to maneuver it. Dangerous I know but I couldn't take it anymore. Just as I was getting ready to push the small boat from the dock I heard the footsteps. Multiple footsteps heading my way, I then heard the guns being raised towards me.

"Did you really think you would be able to get away so easily (Y/N)?" My father was beyond livid when I looked into his eyes.

"I thought you had broken this habit but it seems you were just trying to deceive us so you could run away to be with that criminal." I knew he was talking about Ace. I would join his crew in a heartbeat if I had found him but now I would never get the chance to. I stumbled as the boat was pulled back to the dock and I began to get as far away as I could from my father. However he had harshly grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the boat.

"Grab whatever supplies she stole and bring them back to our home." He stated as he pushed her into the carriage.

"I've had enough of these games (Y/N). You are not to leave the house unless you are chaperoned by your mother, lady's maid or I. You are not to leave your room unless your mother or I allow it. You are only allowed to speak with staff. If you as so much try to step foot outside your room, I will have Marine admirals chase down your little friend and have him killed with his head brought to us on a platter. Are we clear?"

The hatred I had for my father that night continues to find new ways to spread through me. I was ashamed to be his daughter. How could he threaten my brother like that? How could I leave knowing I would put his life in danger?

"Miss?"

"Yes, Lana?" I respond as I'm brought back from my thoughts.

"Your parents are waiting for you downstairs."

"Of course they are. We should not keep them waiting then." I say.

Lana held the back of my dress as I walked carefully down the stairs. My mother and father waiting at the bottom as each step got heavier as I walked.

"My darling daughter, I'm so glad you finally came to your senses" my father say as he meets me at the foot of the stairs and holds his elbow out for me to take. I grimace and hook my arm into his as he escorts me to the carriage, my mother following close behind.

"No funny business (Y/N), you'll soon be out of our household with your new husband, but I'll still keep a close eye on you. Remember what I said."

"I wouldn't ever dream of running away again father, it was foolish of me to try." I say but he sees straight through my bullshit.

"Very well then. Off we go."

The carriage ride to the royal palace was short and hot. I felt as if the dress would melt of my skin as the sun turned the small box into an oven. My fan could only do so much to keep me from sweating while my father had sweated through his coat. Bad day to wear blue old man. It was ridiculous that Goa Kingdom kept up with present day hygiene but couldn't bother to add air conditioning to their must have carriages. They liked to stay in a regency style era to make their island more appealing, all the more reason to run to the hills from this place.

We soon arrived at the palace and although I was ready to jump out of the carriage, I, a proper lady had to wait for her lordship to exit before she is to exit. As my father exit he turned and held his hand out for me to take. I don't wait a second longer before I'm clambering out of the wheeled oven before I began to overcook. The cool breeze hits my skin and I relish in it. I begin to look around at all the other ladies that are to be introduced. They all seemed happy and were shaking from excitement, I on the other hand felt my corset getting even tighter and my lungs struggling to intake oxygen. I see many of the men who are here looking for wives this season and none of them are charmers.

"There's a an abundance of excellent men to pick out for you dear. Don't worry we'll secure you the perfect match" says my mother as she exits behind me. We begin to follow the crowd towards the entrance, as we enter my mother and I are separated into a room where all the other ladies who are to be introduced are.

"Mother, I need a drink." I say as I begin to get warm again.

"Don't wander too far dear, the procession shall start soon." I nod and make my way over the refreshment table. There are two male staff members behind who are oddly arguing with each other. Generally royal staff are as quiet and still as can be. Simply staring straight as they serve guests. However these two are whispering in hushed tones as I approach them. They both look up as I make it to the table.

"Wow pretty girl." The orange haired one looks at me dumbfounded as the other one nudges him. I giggle as the other one smiles.

"Excuse him miss, what can I get for you?" He asks.

"Lemonade please." I respond.

He begins to pour the drink as his friend continues to burn holes into my face.

"Is your friend alright, he seems to be drooling a bit." I ask

"He's fine, he's just feeling the effects of the heat."

"I don't blame him if I could I would take this dress off entirely and let the breeze cool me down."

Just as I said that the orange man hair mouth hangs open and blood begins to pour down his nose. His friend pinches his own nose and pushes him towards the bathroom.

"Is there a problem here?" A man with raven black hair that run down the side of his face asks. His grey eyes are somehow bright as dull as they are but hold a serious demeanor behind them.

"This young woman was just looking for a refreshment sir. Shachi on the other hand is feeling a bit sick due to the warmth and the crowd beginning to grow."

"You should have him take a minor break sir. It is a bit hot, I was just telling them that I myself am sweltering with all the layers on. I can only imagine how you all feel." I reason with him, he was handsome indeed. I could see tattoos peeking from his chest that he tried to hide with the uniform but failing.

"Noted ma'am. I'll be sure to have a doctor check on him. Penguin continue serving the guests."

"(Y/N) it's time!" I can hear my mother yell. I take a deep breath and down my lemonade in one go. When I look back up and see the staff member eyeing me in shock.

"Ma'am I can assure you that you'll be able to find an adequate match." He says amused.

"What if I don't want an adequate match?" I whisper but he hears.

"A noble woman not wanting to marry into another wealthy family that's a first."

"This noble woman wishes she were never weathly in the first place. I want to be free of this life but I can't."

"Sure you can."

"I'm sure that's easier for you to say Mr..."

"Law. Just call me Law."

"Nice to meet you Law, I'm (Y/N) (L/N). You know I find this whole ordeal a bit odd. Royal staff members aren't usually this talkative, mainly due to fear of punishment from the royal family." I say looking around to see if anyone has taken notice of our small conversation, but everyone is concerned about their presentation to the Queen.

"Let's just say I'm allowed to break the rules a bit as these guy's boss." He smiles a bit and looks me up and down. I hate to say it but I grow a bit insecure under his gaze, my breath hitches but not because of the corset but the way his grey eyes analyze my features right before me.

"How-"

"(Y/N)! Pardon us sir but we must get going now for my daughter's presentation."

"Of course, apologies my lady." He answers, I look back to him and he gives me a nod and smile. I felt my breath hitch as I smile back at the mysterious staff member. If only he were one of my options, I would accept his courtship almost immediately with or without my parent's approval. However I can't be so ridiculous I've only met the man, yet his are like staring deep into a clouded sky. There's beauty and there's mystery behind them that I would like to know more about.

The staff begins to take our names and we are lined up to make our debut, i feel my hands begin to shake. It's becoming real now, the fact that I may never get to have my freedom. My chest begins to cave in itself and my mother grips my arm tighter as to reassure me. However this only make me angrier with her, I want to cry, but I can't. We are third to walk and it will be over much faster than I believe it to be. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

The door opens and the first pair go, I can see the queen awaiting at the end of the procession to see who is being presented this season. The queen is famous for choosing one special person to be her diamond. The diamond is what every lady who begins her courtship wants to be. She is to have the first eyes of all the bachelors and is usually the first off the market. She is also the most beautiful lady in the Queen's eye. Once she picks her diamond, she'll generally call off the rest of the procession as there is nothing more to look for. However I do not have the luck of being in the crowd that is called off as I am in the first three.

Before I know it, my mother and I are next to walk. We take our places at doors and wait for the footman to announce us.

"Just smile dear and remember to bow to the queen. All eyes are on you know?"

That last sentence didn't calm me at all. I would rather not have eyes on me.

"Presented by her mother Viscountess Eleanor (L/N)."

Here goes nothing, to calm my nerves I think about Ace, Sabo and Luffy. They would be dying of laughter seeing me so dressed up, and walking oh so elegantly to the Queen of Goa Kingdom. The thought alone brings a smile to my face which I'm sure makes my parents happy. I began to look around at all the guests in attendance. My father content with how I am behaving. I move my head slightly to the right and catch grey eyes once more. He's looking at me and nods once more as encouraging me. As if I'm doing just fine yet I was anything but fine. As we reach the end my mother and I both bow. I then see the Queen's dress move and she begins to descend down. She places her gloved hand under my chin and gently lifts it up. I make eye contact with her and slowly stand a bit. She simply smiles at me and says the words I never thought were possible to me.

"Flawless my dear. A true diamond. I've seen enough for the evening." She says. She places a gentle kiss on my forehead. My mother pinches me.

"Thank you your grace." She nods and simply walks out of the room. The crowd begins to the disperse. I had to say I am completely flattered by the Queen, never would I have thought to be considered beautiful, nevertheless a diamond in the eyes of the Queen. However, there is pang in my chest and my nerves begin to twist. That means that my wedding date may have drew nearer and more callers would be at our door soon enough. My chance at freedom was running out.

***

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually agree with the government for once. That girl is beautiful." Shachi says as he and Penguin stand on either side of Law.

Penguin rolls his eyes and Law chuckles a bit "Did you get the information you need captain? Do you want me to ask Bepo to ready the Polar Tang?" Penguin asks.

"Not just yet. There's some more information I'd like to find out, have the crew dock somewhere safe and away from here. We may be here for a couple of months." Law says as he watches the young woman be whisked away by her parents. Every eye in the room is following her as were his.

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