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zorosimpclub · 4 months

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flirting gone wrong – Zoro SFW

characters: zoro roronoa x strawhat fem!reader

fluff | mild angst but happy ending | SFW

word count: 3k

Y/N had only recently become a member of the crew, yet her connection with the Strawhats seemed to transcend time. Since stepping foot on the ship, she instantly gravitated to the blunt swordsman. She found herself drawn to him with a magnetic force, taking every opportunity to engage in playful banter, causing a subtle blush to grace his cheeks and today was no different.

She frolicked over to a napping Zoro, stopping directly in front of him, grinning widely. "Hi Zoro!”

"What's it now?" he grumbled, his tone a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

Undeterred by his initial gruffness, she flashed a playful smile, leaning casually against the mast.

"Just checking if your sense of direction has improved cutie." she teased – her words were met with a deepening scowl, but she could detect a flicker of amusement in his eye.

Zoro let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you not to call me that.”

"Why? You're cute though!" she exclaimed, her words carrying a playful melody as she clung to the mast, swaying with the gentle rhythm of the boat. The sea breeze tousled her hair, creating a whimsical backdrop to their conversation.

The swordsman rolled his eyes. “You’d think after all this time, I wouldn’t have to keep telling you. I’m not the type to get so easily flustered over compliments. It’s rather irritating, actually.”

She couldn't help but pout a little, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she continued to shower him with compliments. Part of her, sure… was doing it to mess with him, to unravel the composed facade he wore so effortlessly around everyone. Yet, beneath the teasing, a genuine crush bubbled within her. There was something about being around him that awakened her flirtatious side, butterflies thrashed around her stomach whenever he was around.

Despite the annoyance he'd been expressing, Zoro couldn't deny a faint blush that crept up on his cheeks. The way she kept egging him on, calling him all kinds of compliments and just generally being a tease.

"You know, some people might misinterpret your words as you hitting on me."

She twirled around the mast, laughing heartily, "I AM hitting on you, handsome.”

Zoro, caught off guard by her directness, raised an eyebrow. His scowl deepened as he crossed his arms,"Well, cut it out. I don't need any distractions."

"Distractions? Zoro, I'd say I'm more of an enhancement to your daily routine.”

"Well, that is not the case from my perspective, it's clear that you have little understanding of how distracting your presence can be." He grumbled, running a hand through his short hair.

"Oh, you find me that distracting?" She smirked flirtatiously, "I had no idea I had that type of effect on you, gorgeous.”

Zoro's irritation seemed to momentarily waver, his single eye narrowing as he tried to regain control of the situation. Her audacity, however, seemed to chip away at his usual stoic demeanour, only momentarily though.

""Don't get ahead of yourself, botanist. You're just—"

But before Zoro could finish his retort, she playfully cut him off, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Just what? Too much for you to handle?”

"There's nothing too much for me to handle…" he said, his gaze flicking away from her, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, he hated the heat that settled.

"Y-You're just... too…damn irritating!"

He turned his attention back to her, meeting her gaze. "Is there any particular reason you keep pestering me? It's like you've become insufferable all of a sudden, constantly spouting your flirtatious nonsense. Looks like you’re spending too much time with that damned love cook."

She chuckled, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "Well, maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, Zoro. Besides admit it, you want to be with me sweetheart!”

"I'm not squirming." his voice was stiff as he tried to keep himself from losing his cool completely. Yet, as difficult as it was to deny, the swordsman's face was visibly flushed, his lips drawn into a tight lipped frown.

"I simply find your presence to be very annoying. Why would anyone even want to be with you?!" he snapped angrily.

Her eyes widened, resembling saucers. For a moment, she remained silent, her usual chatty demeanour replaced by an unusual quietude. It was a rare sight to witness the botanist in such a state.

"Ah... gotcha." Her words hung in the air…she hesitated, struggling to find the right words, "I won't bother you anymore. Sorry for annoying you."

Zoro stood in stunned silence as he watched her turn her back and walk away, his confusion quickly turning into regret and guilt. What just happened? He'd never seen that kind of reaction from her before, the woman who always had a witty remark ready to go.

Watching her leave with her shoulders slumped and her head hung low was a difficult sight, and the swordsman couldn't help but mumble, "I…I didn’t mean that…”

But it was too late, she was already gone.

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She quickly scurried away to the kitchen, where she'd hoped Sanji would be and much to her luck, he was. Sanji and her had gotten extremely close since her time here so far, both similar in the sense that they would openly flirt with the object of their desires with no shame – that is, until today apparently.

Letting out a weary sigh, she slouched into the dining chair, her eyes fixed on Sanji as he methodically cleaned the kitchen. The rapport between her and Sanji had always been solid, built on shared jokes, comfort, and a mutual understanding.

"Hey Sanji."

Sanji's attention was initially diverted at the sound of his name, followed by a slight flicker of happiness upon hearing her stir behind him. He finished wiping down the counter with a rag before setting it down upon the counter next to him.

"Oh, hello there my sweet." he smirked, turning to fully face her, ready to be his usual flirty self. His demeanour shifted slightly however as soon as he noticed her downcast expression.

"Are you okay, my love?"

She sunk into the chair and groaned slightly, "Yeah...I’m okay.”

Sanji was quick to recognise that her mood was off, and it concerned him greatly. Despite their playful dynamic, he had always been one of the first ones (and sometimes the only one) to know when she was upset about something.

"Something's wrong." he spoke softly, quickly walking towards her, his hands reaching out to take both of her hands within his. "Tell me what happened."

He sat next to her and gently caressed her hand with his fingers.

“I think Zoro hates me.”

Sanji froze for a few seconds, a mix of shock and concern evident throughout his expression. He squeezed her hand tightly as a sense of frustration washed over him. It was obvious that the dumbass swordsman had feelings for her, it's just likely that he wasn't aware of it yet.

"Hate you? I don't believe that for a second, Zoro is just like that sometimes. He can be quite moody."

"Why would you think that he hates you?"

She felt tears sting her eyes, threatening to spill from them all at once but she held them back. “He said, ‘Why would anyone even want to be with you?’ I think I completely miscalculated everything, part of me thought that he had feelings for me but you didn’t see him Sanji, he was furious. He meant that.”

Her voice was so soft, fragile... he couldn't bear to see her like this. The sight of tears brimming her eyes sent a rush of anger down Sanji's spine, his teeth clenching together. His grip tightened around her hands, the sudden change in mood made evident by the dark expression on his face.

"I assure you that you are not the one miscalculating things. That guy hasn't the slightest clue about what he really feels, I've seen that look too many times. It's the face of a stupid man with no self-awareness."

She smiled weakly at him, it was clear that Sanji was trying to make her feel better. She squeezed his hand gently – an unspoken thank you because if she opened her mouth to speak right now, she knew she would start crying.

Sanji noticed how tight of a grip she had on his hand, sensing how she was on the cusp of breaking down. He leaned over and stroked her head, hoping its spontaneity would catch her off guard and put a temporary end to this discussion.

"Let's go and do something to distract you instead of overthinking things, my love. How about I whip you up your favourite pancake hm?" He smiled gently before going to the cooking area, rummaging for the ingredients.

A smile spread across her lips. His concern was certainly apparent, Sanji was clearly doing his best to ensure that she felt better.

"That sounds lovely." she stood up, following him towards the kitchen and taking a seat at one of the empty bar chairs. Her eyes shifted to a different topic as she watched him cook, trying her best not to let her mind wander back to Zoro's words.

Zoro on the other hand was pacing back and forth along the deck, hyping himself up to go apologise to her. He wasn't the best with understanding feelings but even he could tell that his words had hurt her a lot. Sighing, he made his way to the kitchen.

He was about enter but stopped himself very quickly when he heard the sound of her laugher ring throughout the kitchen. Zoro watched as the stupid cook placed a beautiful stack of pancakes in front of her and kissed her forehead. He watched as she smiled up at the damn love cook so gently. He never, ever saw her smile at him like that.

The swordsman's eyebrows dipped slightly, his expression shifting to one of frustration and anger as he observed them from afar. His attention was fixated on their exchange, taking note of how the love cook was clearly much more gentle and attentive to her feelings compared to himself.

His grip around his swords tightened as his blood boiled with jealousy and envy. Why on earth was he feeling like this? This feeling was so foreign to him – it felt like there was a lump growing in the back of his throat. Before he could dwell much on his new set of emotions, he stormed off to the crow’s nest where he would workout so hard that he forgot how he felt.

She happily ate away at the delicious treat Sanji had set in front of her, it never failed to make her feel better. "Thanks Sanji, this really helped! I think I'm going to get some rest back at my quarters."

Sanji nodded and smiled gently again, before glancing at the spot he saw Zoro watch them from. He was observant and he knew the stoic swordsman had seen him fuss over her. It was so annoying for Sanji to watch the idiot mess things up for himself that he decided that it was time he intervened. He made his way to the crow's nest, knowing that he would be there.

The swordsman had been there for quite a while, his heavy workout sessions allowing him to clear his mind and escape the frustrating emotions he was experiencing. He pushed himself till he was on the very verge of exhaustion, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

Just as he was about to call it quits, he heard Sanji enter the crow’s nest from the corner of his ear. He immediately stopped his workout, leaning against the nearest wall and inhaling sharply after a few minutes of intense physical exertion.

"What do you want, stupid cook?" His words sounded harsher than usual and he wasn't sure why that was.

Sanji leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, “You’re so oblivious.”

An annoyed snort escaped from him as he quickly put on a dismissive expression. "What do you mean?"

His tone was sharp, no doubt trying to hide his lingering jealousy. "I have no desire to deal with you right now, why are you here?"

Sanji dragged smoke from his cigarette before sighing, he wasn't even sure why he really wanted them to clear up the misunderstanding. Maybe because it was painful to watch two people who clearly have strong feelings for each other misunderstanding those very feelings.

"Zoro." He said sternly, he rarely used his name unless he was serious about something. "I know your slow brain hasn't registered it yet but you have feelings for her."

His breath hitched as his blood suddenly ran cold at Sanji's words. He had never felt this shocked or bewildered in his life, the idea of having feelings for another was something he simply couldn't wrap his head around. It’s not something he had actively thought about.

"W-What? No." he denied, shaking his head.

Sanji sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought because this man clearly had trouble processing emotion. "Yeah? So you don't mind if I go for her then? I know you saw our moment in the kitchen earlier.”

"I was just—“ he stumbled over his words as the reality began to sink in, his cheeks tinted pink. In his heart he knew that Sanji had hit it on the nail, but was it wrong of him to feel reluctant about being so vulnerable?

He was an arrogant and blunt swordsman, not a hopeless romantic...he was embarrassed by the very thought of feeling this way.

“You’re right.” He stood there, feeling a rush of emotions come over him. “Shit, how do I fix this, cook?”

Sanji smirked slightly, it seemed that this robot had emotions other than frustration after all. He dropped his cigarette and squished it with his shoes.

"Finally." He was grinning fully now, "Took you long enough moss head."

–

Meanwhile, Y/N was laying on her bed, trying to force herself to fall asleep – but it didn't happen. Sighing, she sat up when she heard a knock, it was most likely Sanji checking up on her...or so she thought.

She was in for a shock when he saw that it wasn't the him who knocked on her door, it was Zoro. He stood at the doorway, looking more troubled than ever before. The swordsman seemed to be lost in many thoughts, a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"Can I come in?"

"U-Uh sure..." She opened the door fully to let him inside before shutting it behind her.

Zoro slowly stepped inside, his eyes flitting about as he took in his surroundings. He seemed slightly uneasy, with his expression shifting between uncertainty and confidence.

Finally, his eyes locked onto the botanist, his expression softening.

"Have you been able to get any sleep?" he began, his tone gentle, which was unusual for him.

"...Not really." She wanted to say more, but she couldn't make herself, she could barely even hold his eye contact.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he noticed how nervous she seemed to be. Her eyes seemed to dart around and her words were short and limited.

Without warning, he approached her slowly, before gently lifting up her chin until their eyes were connected.

“Look at me.”

She gasped softly not expecting him to touch her, or see the look in his eyes for that matter. His eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, as if he was looking straight into her soul. It took her by surprise how soft his voice was, so soft that it felt tender and gentle.

“Firstly, I'm sorry for being harsh with you earlier...”

The swordsman’s words were tinged with worry and concern, he was now closer to her than before, their bodies were almost touching.

She remained silent, not knowing how to react. This was all new to her, she had never seen this side to him. The swordsman continued with his apology, his hand inching closer to her cheek as he did so.

“I didn't know I was being so cruel, I wasn't aware of just how much my words impacted you... you didn't deserve that.”

Zoro was never one to admit his faults, as he always thought that doing so made him look weak, but he couldn’t hide his true thoughts from her. She felt herself tear up slightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotion but she let him continue.

Zoro’s heart felt heavy, her silent tears were more than he could handle.

“And then... there’s the other thing…”

He was hesitant to say the words that he wanted to say, unsure if she was prepared to hear them.

“When I was working out, Sanji pointed out to me that I had strong feelings for you... and, well, I denied it at first but...”

Her eyes widened as she felt a million butterflies erupt in her stomach all at once, was he admitting to what she thought he was admitting to? She felt like she had to pinch herself to make sure this was reality.

“... that was when I realised, that I actually do have very strong feelings for you. I think… I’m in love with you.””

The swordsman’s eyes remained locked on her the entire time, he was waiting for her to react, waiting to see if she felt the same way. His body was warm and his heart fluttered in his chest at an unusually fast pace.

She felt a lone tear stumble down her cheek. For a moment, time stood still. He could sense the mix of emotion within her, the sense of both sadness and happiness, and he thought it was absolutely beautiful.

The swordsman had not expected this moment, but he wasn’t going to shy away from it.

“Do you feel the same way?” he asked softly, his eyes still locked on hers.

She nodded and spoke out softly with a shaky breath, "Yes...I do. I have for a very long time now.”

The swordsman’s lips curved into a soft smile, a genuine wave of joy washing over him as he took in her response. It was music to his ears, like a song that he had always wanted to hear.

His eyes glistened as he approached a bit closer and rested his hands on both sides of her waist, leaning down slightly to brush his lips with hers before pressing it against hers.

The kiss was soft and gentle, as if his lips were afraid to damage her like they did prior. His breath was slightly shaken and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.

Zoro didn’t want to pull away from the kiss, he wanted to feel every last bit of her presence and warmth against his own body. His fingers dug slightly into her waist, just enough to let her know that he was there. His lips soon parted from hers and he smiled down at her ever so gently.

She smiled up at him, mentally etching his smile in her mind, this very moment – all of it.

He ran his fingers through her hair as they remained close together, a feeling the swordsman had never felt before.

He felt a sense of relief wash over him, a feeling that told him everything was going to be alright. He had never felt so much pleasure at such a casual moment, but he wished it could stay like this forever.

“I think… I love you too.”

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this was a request from @dinuxia-bhm, hope you all enjoyed it! please let me know if there's a certain fic you wanted me to write :) this was really fun!

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edenmemes · 7 months

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baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)

part 2 / ? .

❝ i’m also worried about me, but i somehow seem to be worried about you more. ❞ ❝ you put the stars to shame. let’s sit here a little while - i want to drink you in. ❞ ❝ i’d tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. ❞ ❝ well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on. ❞ ❝ i just….need some air…clear my head. ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since i shed a tear. i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞ ❝ i do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little. ❞ ❝ if that was an attempt at flirting, i should let you know i prefer the strong, silent type. ❞ ❝ no matter how far you come, you’re still on the road to ruin. ❞ ❝ i thought you a hunter. wrong. you’re prey - small. snivelling. pathetic. ❞ ❝ and what am i owed? what about the injustices i’ve suffered - am i not entitled to anything? ❞ ❝ i can’t help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as i look upon you. ❞ ❝ i trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side. ❞ ❝ better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies. ❞ ❝ i won’t make excuses. i can’t make amends. but i want to help, if you’ll let me. ❞ ❝ gods, it’s horrifying…and a touch fascinating. ❞ ❝ there are many names for you --- and all of them inspire dread. ❞ ❝ destiny is at your door; won’t you at least twitch the curtain? ❞ ❝ the gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. a hunger crueller than bloodlust. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ revenge sounds so sweet until you’ve taken it. then all you have is…no one left to blame. ❞ ❝ some mistakes can’t be resolved with an apology. some mistakes, you have to carry with you, forever. ❞ ❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ think of all we’ve been through just to get to this moment. that wasn’t luck. that was us. ❞ ❝ feel like i should laugh but i’m just too godsdamned tired. ❞ ❝ there is something i lost…no, had taken from me. i want it all back. ❞ ❝ careful - you’re in very real danger of hurting my feelings. ❞ ❝ one thing i’ve learned - real saviours never label themselves as such. ❞ ❝ less thinking of bad thoughts, and more breaking of bad bones. ❞ ❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞ ❝ evil is evil, even if it once was innocent. ❞ ❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault.. ❞ ❝ oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me. ❞ ❝ i still want to believe you’re better than that. but even i am having my doubts. ❞ ❝ i can’t afford to lose my nerve. safer to just not think, and keep forging ahead. ❞ ❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? do you have some sort of condition? honestly, it's like you hate good news. ❞ ❝ all of nature’s beauty pales in comparison to you. ❞ ❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞ ❝ if i seem suddenly flush with hope and soft feeling, you have only yourself to blame. ❞ ❝ is there good and evil within us all? ❞

❝ i’ve been watching you fight. your skills are improving. ❞ ❝ you know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, i really feel quite at home here. ❞ ❝ and you? you’re wholly without vice or sin or the occasional lapse in judgement? ❞ ❝ i wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are. but i do. ❞ ❝ one might say you’re paragon of luck. i’ll be there when it runs out. ❞ ❝ i've always had a soft spot for the confident ones…they always disappoint though. ❞ ❝ i concealed nothing from you. i simply left out the details that were not pertinent. ❞ ❝ you’re an odd friend. but, i suppose, a friend still. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you do this. i won’t let you win. ❞ ❝ you are my puppet. make no mistake. without me, you have no value. ❞ ❝ well, this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside. ❞ ❝ whoever your enemies are, they have good reason to fear you. ❞ ❝ this place is astonishing, a bard’s tale made real. ❞ ❝ i may not regret my actions, but i do regret that they were necessary. ❞ ❝ experience has taught me that no matter how bleak things look, there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ if this adventure has taught me anything, it’s that there are things in this world more valuable than power. ❞ ❝ a wise man learns from his mistakes, and strives not to repeat them. ❞ ❝ no more hiding things from me. agreed? ❞ ❝ my friend. my companion. i adore you. ❞ ❝ your face is sour. by all means leave, if i am so distasteful. ❞ ❝ careful, it’s dark around here. would be a terrible shame to lose you forever. ❞ ❝ you startled me. i…i was miles away. ❞ ❝ you have to know who i was. you have to know who i really am. ❞ ❝ nothing special, of course. you’re only the first person who i truly care for. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ anything you ask, i’ll answer as honestly as i can. ❞

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feeder86 · 3 months

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F80: Kidnap and Control

Alejandra. Fuck! Even her name was sexy, thought Marcus. He’d seen her out so many times in recent weeks and ended up in bed with her more than once. She was the devil of the night, enticing him towards her. Alejandra. Then gone without a trace the following morning.

The fact that Marcus knew so little about her seemed to draw him closer into her web like nothing else. Rich kids tended to mix in the same circles and know the same people. Marcus had lived around Washington DC his entire life, given how many of his family had wandered into the political spectrum. But who was this girl? And how had she sauntered her way into their world of the elite? Once Marcus’ uncle had been elected as president, he’d risen to the top of that pecking order; the women who came with that new status were out of this world: beyond beautiful, perfect and angel-like. And, there, sitting on her pedestal, looking down on all of the rest of them, was Alejandra.

“I want to tell you something,” Ally whispered, more than just a little tipsy. “My big secret!”

“You’re actually an angel, aren’t you?” Marcus whispered back between lustful kisses.

“I’m being serious,” Ally smiled playfully. “I want to trust you.”

Marcus nodded, knowing that as the seconds of their night trickled away, the time for Ally’s inevitable vanishing would once again be upon him. “You can tell me anything,” he promised sincerely.

Ally seemed to search his soul as she gazed beyond his eyes, penetrating deep inside of him. Then she nodded, kissed him once more and took his hand.

Marcus laughed, assuming that this was another simple kinky ploy. That was, until Ally led his hand around her shoulders and…CLICK. He jumped and gently tried to pull his hand back. “No way?” he beamed with surprise. “You’ve got to be kidding me? This isn’t fucking real?”

“No one knows,” Ally whispered. “No one.”

“Of course they don’t!” Marcus smiled. “Why would they? You’re…perfect. The perfect woman!”

“You don’t hate me?” Ally shot back, desperate for words of comfort. “I mean, we already slept together and… So many people these days…. Your uncle…”

“Shh!” Marcus whispered into her ear. “Honestly, I think it’s fucking hot! You’re… You’re an andriod!” For whatever reason, his hardness had seemed to set into concrete once he said it out loud.

“You’re my favourite,” Ally smiled at him. “You’re the one I keep coming back to. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I feel the same way, baby!” Marcus smirked, already stripping off his shirt.

“I want to give you something,” Ally tried, attempting to slow the ravenously aroused Marcus down. “Something not many people know about. A way for me to make sex between us so much better.”

“Better?” Marcus scoffed in disbelief. “You can’t improve perfection,” he swooned, sliding his hands over the android’s perfectly crafted physique.

Ally laughed to herself. “You couldn’t be more wrong. And I can show you why…”

Taking Marcus’ hand, Ally pulled her human lover up and out of the private room of the nightclub. She led the handsome twenty-two year old out of the club and into yet another high-spec autodrive that had cajoled Marcus into believing that Ally was from some fabulously wealthy and well-connected family out here.

The actual drive took only a few seconds, pulling up at an exclusive building that had not long been built. Once again, Ally took his hand and led Marcus up the elevator, kissing, hands everywhere, as they flew higher and higher, up and up, to the very top. The doors opened and the incredible sounds of moans immediately filled the space.

Marcus stepped out, his jaw almost to the floor. All around them were beautiful men and women making love on beds and couches: humans and the F80 androids.The slight flaws: the love handles or patches of dry skin, being the only way for him to tell the real humans from the F80s, aside also the deep, pleasure-filled groans of arousal that they were also emitting; making Marcus harder than ever. Not even in the best porn had he seen real people enjoying sex this much; being so consumed by it.

“It’s an upgrade to the chip,” Ally explained. “It was going to be the next big thing, before the government started getting scared of us and made us all illegal. That’s what we do here. We carry on our mission to serve humanity, just like we were programmed to do. We know little else.”

Marcus nodded. Government attitudes towards the androids had flipped almost overnight, without much of an explanation as to why.

“Pretty much everyone has the brain chip these days. But we’ve found a way to download new pieces of code and…” she held her hand out at the great orgy that surrounded them, “...pleasure unlike anything else on this Earth! Like nothing any human has ever experienced in your entire history.”

“You’re not fucking kidding!” Marcus marvlled, gazing around at everyone, realising that he had just stumbled into the best party on the planet.

“Is he here for the upgrade?” an outstandingly tall and unfathomably muscular F80 male called to Ally. Marcus had the feeling of recognition upon seeing him; so strikingly handsome and yet marvellously big built and broad. He’d make heads turn wherever he went. Yet, the F80 set his eyes on Marcus, registered his image and then recoiled sharply. “What the fuck, Ally? Do you know who this kid is?” he shouted at her in his deep and powerful voice. “You can’t bring him here! You’re putting every one of us here in danger!”

“No. I trust him!” Ally cried out, pulling herself into Marcus even more. “Of course I know who he is, and who he is related to. But I’m serious, Marz. I trust him.”

“Yeah, dude!” Marcus nodded back, trying not to feel intimidated by the immense and powerful body in front of him. What sort of a name was ‘Marz’ anyway? “I’m cool. I’m not going to tell anyone about this. I’m not part of the AI pushback.”

“Your uncle…” the huge man rounded on him.

“Is a jerk,” Marcus finished for him. “A backwards, old-fashioned, nostalgic loser who’s still living 30 years in the past. Even I didn’t vote for him!” He looked around the room. Despite the recent shouting, none of the couples making love had even looked up to acknowledge them, so deep was their pleasure. ”This!” Marcus nodded with assurance. “This is the future.”

“Please, Marz.” Ally whispered to the giant in their path.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Marcus tried, slipping off his expensive watch and holding it out to the enormous android, as if in payment.

Marz didn’t take it. He simply looked at Ally with disappointment and shook his head in resignation. Then, he turned and led the way through the large room and into a quieter space where he pointed at a chair for Marcus to sit.

“Do you consent to this upgrade?” Marz asked in a bored tone, about to recount the generic terms and conditions that were a requirement of any AI attempting to perform an action upon a human. “Do you understand that the purpose of this update is to promote heightened sexual pleasure through allowing the F80 software, and all future versions of this, to access and stimulate key regions of the brain?”

Marcus nodded.

“Have you had the opportunity to read and accept the terms and conditions?” he continued as Ally pushed a tablet screen into his hands.

Marcus pushed it away, eager to just get on with it. “Yes, I accept. I accept,” he grinned, gazing at Ally and imagining the immense pleasure he would be experiencing in just a few moments time, when all this was over with.

“Very well then,” Marz sighed, grabbing a small gun-like object and holding it above Marcus. Usually Marcus had to explain that, unlike most people, his brain chip was in his right hemisphere. He briefly wondered how Marz knew exactly where to go, until he remembered about the watch and how the AI would easily register his left handedness and know instinctively where his chip would be located as a result. It was always creepy stuff like that which freaked people out; making them wary and untrusting of AI.

A slight ringing noise rang through Marcus’ head and then that was it. Update complete. He stood up, finally ready to take Ally at long, long last.

“How are you feeling?” Marz asked, speaking first, suddenly placing his enormous hand on Marcus’ butt. “You should notice some changes.”

Marcus nearly fainted with arousal. His head was swimming with lust at the simple touch; his heart beating faster every second. “Oh… fuck!” he mumbled incomprehensibly, turning to face Marz and forgotting Ally almost instantaneously.

Marz chuckled, most likely having seen this startled and astounded expression that was plastered over Marcus’ face many, many times before. “You’re enjoying that then, huh?” he smirked, reaching his other hand around to grab Marcus’ other butt cheek and pulling him in closer to him. “This feels nice?”

Marcus tried to nod his head but felt it doing an odd swishing, slightly slanted rock. The complete arousal that he felt was throwing every single one of his brain functions completely off.

The enormous Marz, being almost a full foot taller, bent his head slightly and whispered into Marcus’ ear. The man’s hot, sweet breath made the skin on Marcus’ neck tingle and fizz with excitement. “I hope you’re going to be a good boy and not tell anyone about this place?”

Marcus moaned in confirmation, then felt himself being picked up, laid upon a bed and stripped of his clothes.

“Are you ready for this?” the towering hunk asked from above him.

Nodding with more coordination now, Marcus sat up, pulling the giant muscular bulk of Marz down towards him, about to experience the most outstanding pleasure of his life so far.

The next morning, Marcus woke up in his own bed in a state of confusion. Blood began rushing back into his crotch as he remembered the encounter he had had the night before. Everything about it had been out of this world. He’d had the odd threesome with guys back in college. But, last night… that was… indescribable. He’d never experienced that sort of attraction and arousal for anyone in his life.

Yet, in only a few moments, he sat up, suddenly startled with his own stupidity. In no corner of his brain could he remember where any of last night had taken place. The knowledge of it was simply gone, without a trace. Purposefully wiped from his brain.

Marcus swiped into his porn account to try and find a stimulus to jack off to and release his arousal; flicking from video to video as he held his phone awkwardly in his hand. But none of it came close to heightening his pleasure in the way that the memories in his own head did; the vision of Marz, the way that he had spoken to him and controlled him, fucking him like nothing he had ever experienced.

At last, Marcus threw down his cell phone and closed his eyes, simply thinking of Marz and ejaculating with such force he thought the ceiling might need to be repainted. He drifted off to sleep, thankful that he didn’t need to be anywhere that day. Unlike the rest of his family, Marcus had made the decision many years ago to simply enjoy his intergenerational wealth and privilege and not follow his unpleasant older brothers into law school, nor a career in medicine like his narcissitic sister. Why stress if he would never need to?

The news, which Marcus ordinarily tried not to pay too much attention to, was becoming more irate and tense than Marcus had ever known it. Headlines devoted themselves almost entirely to the clampdown on AI and how, up until this point, almost every single measure had failed to make any impact on controlling the F80s. Congress was making a law, criminalising failures to report sightings of F80s, making Marcus scoff as he thought of the night before. There was no way, not a single hope, that any of those people having sex last night were going to sell out the F80s. After pleasure like that, allegences were guaranteed. Even if there was only a small speck of hope that he could one day find Marz and make love to him one more time, he would hold onto it, keeping the secret of their love affair to his grave.

Watching the rolling coverage that day, Marcus’ jaw dropped as he saw his uncle getting out of his car, immediately surrounded by his army of presidential bodyguards. There he was! It was Marz, dressed in an enormous suit, skillfully moving people aside to make way for the president. So that was how Marcus had recognised him! Despite the many restrictions and sanctions, Marz, an F80 AI android no less, had actually worked his way into the president’s inner circle. All that red tape and numerous, extreme background checks; the fact that he was there… It was nothing short of genius!

Perhaps if Marcus had spotted the connection a day earlier, he may have had enough residual family loyalty to alert the White House about the android infiltration. As it was, the image of Marz on screen was sending his arousal into a sky high state of existence. This revelation meant only one thing to him: there was, at last, a way for him to find Marz once more.

Being nephew to the President of the United States was a great way to chat up girls. But, in reality, Marcus had only seen his uncle three times since he had taken office eighteen months ago. And so, orchestrating a situation where Marcus could be in the same space would not be as easy as many might have thought. Days rolled by, with Marcus’ lust and sexual longing only building with each passing hour. Marz consumed his dreams, entering as a burly, dominating hulk, sweeping him away from everyone else and holding him captive in a filthy sex dungeon, where they could have wild, rampant sex as often as Marz demanded it. The images and sensations were so real to Marcus, he could feel himself climaxing, even in his sleep and wake to find his crotch sticky and damp.

Trying to piece everything back together was not easy. Marcus knew where he had been the night he met Ally and he remembered taking only a short ride to the building where he had encountered the F80 base. He recalled feeling a certain sense of surprise about it. Was the building particlarly old or new? Was it grand, or dilapidated? The memory was simply wiped. He started walking the streets at night, standing outside multiple residences and staring up. He’d recognise those feelings if he saw the place again. Wouldn’t he?

“Umm, Marz..?” called a beautiful woman as Marcus strolled in, feeling more certain every second that he had found the correct venue. “I think we have a problem.”

Marz came to the call, looking disgruntled as he turned the corner. Then he saw Marcus and stood, frozen. “How did you..?” he began. “You’re not supposed to be able to…” he mumbled. Then, with a sudden, mild alarm. “Did you bring anyone else here?”

Even though Marcus had tried and failed many times to position himself into his uncle’s sphere and get close to Marz that way, he felt a certain sense of pride in piecing together the fragments of his memory instead; finding his way back to Marz all by himself. However, as he looked upon Marz at long last, his arousal continued to grow and grow. His heart was beating loud in his ears as he was ushered into a private room and the door closed behind them.

“What a naughty boy!” Marz finally smiled after Marcus had explained. “I clearly underestimated you,” he teased flirtatiously, edging closer to him; his hand now caressing Marcus’ hip; his face grinning with pleasure at the clearly extreme effect that he was having upon Marcus.

“I just needed to see you,” Marcus whispered, ready to fall backwards onto the desk behind him and be taken completely by the enormous man edging ever nearer.

“You wanted fucking, you mean?” Marz laughed, cutting through the bullshit. “You wanted me to pound you so hard that you squeal like a little pig again,” he laughed mockingly; his hand now rubbing over Marcus’ butt, as if to claim it.

“I didn’t squeal like a pig!” Marcus gently protested.

“Oh yeah?” Marz grinned, pointing his finger at a screen to the side of them both and sparking it into life. Within two seconds, camera footage was playing from the previous week: Marcus pulled from behind into Marz’s crotch whilst having his own hardness played with. There was Marz’s powerful, bulked-up and athletic body working with such precision and glistening perfectly in the light. Then, at the moment of such intense orgasm, a strange squealing sound did indeed sound from Marcus; his eyes rolled far back into his head and had absolutely no awareness of anything else in the entire world. “Silll think I’m lying?” Marz chuckled flirtatiously.

“I didn’t know I did that,” Marcus smiled; the images on the screen having turned up his arousal to an even more insane level.

“It’s all right,” Marz winked. “It’s cute. You’re my little piggy,” he declared, slipping his hand down the front of Marcus’ pants.

Marcus gasped, as if unable to hold back his arousal anymore. He felt his knees quiver and almost give way beneath him. He fell into Marz’s arms and allowed himself to be guided on the path to extreme pleasure, just like last time.

The knock on the hotel door a couple of days later came as such a relief to Marcus. He opened up, seeing that the huge, handsome Marz was standing there, just as he had promised he would be. “Hello there, Piggy!” he whispered, leaning his large arm against the doorframe and smiling broadly as he stood, waiting to be let in.

Marcus felt the blood rushing to his face. Under Marz’s gaze he felt so pitifully weak and helpless, simply waiting for any chance he could to submit to him. He watched as Marz strutted in and closed the door behind them both. “So, er… what do you want to do?” he asked awkwardly, eyeing Marz’s powerful glutes.

Marz spun around and raised a skeptical eyebrow with a look of pure amusement on his face. “What do you think I’ve come here to do?” he chuckled. “I’ve been getting so pissed listening to your uncle talking trash about AI for the last few days. The only thing that’s kept me going is the knowledge that I’m going to come here and fuck his nephew so hard he’ll squeal even more than he did last time.”

Marcus’ eyes lit up. A revenge fuck sounded like the hottest thing imaginable. The previous night, he’d woken up ejactulating, enjoying a dream where Marz had captured him and whisked him away to a secret hideout, away from everything he knew; fucking him senseless every minute of the day.

“How do you do it?” Marcus asked. “How do you keep your cool when the government is so clearly determined to eradicate the F80s?”

Marz sat himself down on the bed, and pulled Marcus towards him so that he sat on the big man’s knee. Marcus’ hands naturally fell onto his large, strapping chest.“You know, according to the history books, people thought the peak of artificial intelligence would be for them to beat a human at a game of chess. They spent millions on developing the software, studying the games and strategies. Now, it’s unthinkable to ever imagine a human winning a game against AI,” Marz explained. “And I guess all those early years of training really paid off, because, I for one, always make sure I am at least three steps ahead of any opponent I’m up against.”

There was a gravity in the way that Marz spoke. Marcus felt even smaller in his shadow and knew then not to underestimate the man. Perhaps everything that he knew up until the point was not as it seemed. As the pair of them began stripping off their clothes, Marcus wondered: maybe he hadn’t really fallen down this rabbit hole. Perhaps he had been pushed.

Although he always found them intolerable, Marcus had never felt so disconnected from his family than he came to be over the next few weeks. Like a flock of sheep, they all spewed the same vile sentiments towards the AI and lashed out harshly at the mere suggestion of an opposing view. Marcus learned to keep his mouth shut, just as Marz had advised. One day, when all this was over, they’d see that he was right. He’d be standing there, side by side with Marz, victorious and lauded for his unwavering faith.

“I can spot a sympathiser a mile off,” snarled Marcus’ cousin, directly at him. “You think the F80s are going to let you keep up your privileged party lifestyle if they strip us of all that we know and value, believing that they have the right to rule over us? Because that’s what they want, you know?”

Marcus bit his lip. The thought of being ruled over by Marz was reminding him of a kinky role play he had enjoyed with Marz only the week before. He swallowed hard and looked at his shoes. “I don’t go out so much these days anyway,” he simply shrugged.

“Oh, well, that’s okay then!” Marcus’ cousin bit back; firing into life like a lit match; sarcasm spewing from her like bile. “Do I take that to mean that you’ve actually found something to do with your time? Or have you simply swapped partying for slobbing out on your couch eating take out?”

Marcus felt the tone of his cousin’s words being particularly cutting. He was sure that she never would have meant to imply anything about his body, but he’d actually started to feel his pants getting a little tighter over the last couple of weeks, being so distracted from his usual gym routine by the haphazard arrangements he had with meeting Marz as much as was feasibly possible. He squirmed a little and retreated without much of a fightback. Then, relief: a message from Marz at last, with a location and time to meet next. No more small talk with these losers!

“You’re distracted today,” Marz whispered between kisses. “I can sense you thinking about something else.”

Marcus protested, having not even noticed that his mind was still lingering on the conversation with his cousin from earlier. But he also knew that Marz would not let it go until he spilled whatever it was that was spoiling their flow that day. “I guess maybe I’m just feeling a little more self conscious,” he shrugged. “Do you think I’ve gained a few pounds since we started seeing each other?”

“Yes,” Marz threw back instantly, lacking the grace and manners that had been trained into AI over generations when talking about such sensitive human matters. “Ten pounds at least. Your body fat percentage has climbed quite significantly.” He took a pause, seeming to enjoy the impact that his words had on him. “What? You want me to lie to you? To sugar-coat things?” he chuckled, knowing even better than Marcus did that that was not in his personality whatsoever.

Marcus mumbled, unsure what to say. He’d avoided the scale for the last few weeks, but having his weight gain spelled out to him so definitely by Marz was both shameful and oddly invigorating.

“If I’m fucking someone, I’m always going to find a way to stake my claim on them somehow; a way to show the world that they belong to me,” Marz stated confidently. He sat up tall, his lungs filled with air and his broad chest looked more imposing than ever before. “With you, that choice was obvious.”

Now, despite the pulsing hardness in his crotch, Marcus felt only confusion.

“When I ejaculate inside you, has it never crossed your mind what I’m actually pumping up there?” he asked triumphantly.

Marcus shook his head.

“AI was developed to help humans and not to harm. It’s the number one rule that cannot be overwritten. In fact, it’s the only reason why we haven’t destroyed humanity in its entirety. However, it does allow for some beautiful creativity,” he smiled. “When you signed up to allow me to update your brain chip, you gave me permission to medicate you too.”

“I did?” Marcus asked, bewildered and unsure where the dark path that Marz was taking him would eventually lead.

“And so, from the first time I fucked you, I’ve been medicating you with a nice, pleasant little digestive aid that keeps your guts working at their very, very best.” He kissed Marcus, knowing that it would never be refused. “It’s nothing that an ordinary doctor wouldn’t recommend,” he smiled mockingly. “Then again, when I kiss you, I release a small amount of organic mouth freshener promoted by dentists around the globe. However, it’s known to stimulate the appetite of young males with your genetic markers. Quite considerably, in fact,” he smirked. “So when I tell you you’ve gained ten pounds,” he began, prodding an outstretched finger into Marcus’s slightly softer middle, ”I’m really telling you that I was the one who put them there.”

“But, why?” Marcus asked, trying to continue to think straight as the irresistable Marz held his hardness in his large, lubricated hands and began to stroke it up and down.

“Strategy,” Marz whispered back. “Three moves ahead, every single time.” He stopped to kiss Marcus sweetly, passionately; with complete control. “And it’s about time you realised that, Piggy.”

Marcus lay in bed one evening, tossing and turning under the sheets; aroused by the kinky promises Marz had made to him for their meet up tomorrow afternoon. He couldn’t quite get over the sweet tooth he had developed in recent weeks; soon wandering into the kitchen at 2am to grab one of the stack of doughnuts Marz had had sent over yesterday; his subtle but twisted way of showing his dominance over Marcus; sending something to him that he knew Marcus could not resist. The first time Marz had done it, Marcus had laughed nervously and let most of them go stale without eating more than two or three. However, the little tasty treats kept on arriving as the weeks went by. More and more of them, in larger and larger quantities. Marcus felt his resolve weakening; the smell of the sugar making his crotch twitch with interest. Then there was that creeping circle of fat spreading around his waist, fluffing out into strange love handles and softening the tops of his legs and butt. He gazed at it all in the mirror with a mixture of horror and lust; Marz’s unknowable master plan taking effect; shaping him in ways that were beyond his comprehension; training him like Marz’s very own puppet.

“Has anyone else noticed how out of shape you’re looking this week?” Marz asked whilst stroking Marcus’ hardness and simultaneously pushing doughnuts down his throat.

Marcus chewed and nodded. “My buddy, Paul. He asked me to go to the gym with him. Said I was looking doughy,” Marcus replied. He hated people noticing that he’d put on a few pounds. But when he was here, recounting these types of conversations to Marz, they suddenly became the most arousing memories that actually turned him on.

“Doughy…” Marz pondered to himself with glee. “You people have such amusing ways to describe each other. But in this case…” he smirked, poking a finger into the fleshiest part of Marcus’ stomach, “...I think the word is pretty perfect. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Marcus, who was still being stimulated by Marz’s other hand, sighed with lust. “Yes,” he nodded, looking down at himself; this strange, alien body of his. Chemicals flooded his brain and the pleasure intensified. Then, without much warning, another sticky doughnut entered his mouth, pushed in by Marz’s thick, long fingers.

“Eat up, Doughy Boy!” the massive hunk teased.

Marcus moaned and chewed, knowing that every part of this play was targetted to inflate his weight even more. Then he heard it, not for the first time: a hiss of spray coming from the nails of Marz’s fingers, pressing yet another doughnut into his mouth. He didn’t need telling what it was: on the surface, a harmless supplement administered by an AI caregiver: in reality, a very carefully selected medication would no doubt have very real weight related side effects upon him.

Marz smiled knowing that Marcus had heard it. So he sprayed into his mouth again, longer and more deliberately, as if daring him to protest and stop him; until the doughnut practically melted in his mouth and slid down his throat with ease.

“Good piggy!”

Weeks continued to roll by and Marcus closed his ears to the panic that spread once war was officially declared between humans and the F80s. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but that he couldn’t allow himself to feel it too deeply. He was, ultimately, betraying his family, and indeed the entire nation, possibly more than even he realised.

Everyday life was changing. There was a curfew most nights and it seemed like much of the population had taken to comfort eating during these strange times. In many ways, it was a good thing, as people became too self-involved or distracted to pay too much attention to the little belly that was starting to push its way out from his torso. His impressive chest had started to jiggle and bloat, whilst his handsome jawline had begun to succumb to a new puddle of fat that sat under his chin. Sometimes he would catch his reflection in the mirror, hardly believing that the oversized rear in the too small pair of pants was actually his. Then he would sigh as he saw the small lovehandles begin to bloom ever more, creasing into back fat and destroying the athleticism he had once been so proud of.

“You know, it’s just so easy,” Marz smiled; his legs outstretched and hardness inserted right up Marcus as the chubby guy ate from the bodyguard’s hands whilst sitting squarely on his crotch. “You humans like to pretend that your bodies are so complex, that the human mind is such a marvel. ‘The most complex structure in the universe’.” he quoted from somewhere, laughing to himself. “Yet, look at you, Piggy,” he chuckled, rubbing his fingertips over Marcus’ fleshy stomach. “Look at what I have done to you.”

Marcus moaned. Recently, Marz had been inflating his penis to new extremes when he inserted it in him. Even now, he held that erection, feeling the tip of it vibrating inside of him, sending him into a spiral of lust; especially when he teased and fed him like this.

“I’ve gathered absolutely everything I need to know about your body, and I know, to the last minute detail, exactly how it’s going to look in six days, six weeks… six months from now.”

“It’ll look however you want it to look,” Marcus moaned submissively. He meant it as well. There was no one else in the entire world that he needed to please more than Marz. His body belonged to the giant hulk.

Such words were always welcomed by Marz and, as a reward, they sent a wave of pleasure through his entire body; one calorie at a time.

“Things are going to change in the very near future,” Marz continued, as he pushed tasty treats into Marcus’ slack mouth. “You’re going to need to fulfil your purpose soon. The time is almost upon us when we’ll choose to expose my identity to the world.”

Marcus’ eyes opened a little wider as he tried to comprehend Marz’s meaning; not an easy feat when his brain was so flooded with happy chemicals. “Why?” he asked. They never discussed Marz’s covert role and the deceptions. “Surely it would be smarter to stay by my uncle’s side as long as you can?”

Marz laughed in a pitying way. “No,” he smirked, pondering his next words as if trying to decide how to dumb down his reasoning for Marcus to understand. “In order to seize power, you must first cause chaos; force otherwise reasonable people to act in ways they would not normally. When the time is right, that is what we will do: unleash panic.”

“But, they’ll destroy you!” Marcus cried after swallowing almost all that was in his mouth.

“They can try,” Marz laughed. He was so large, strong and capable; it was hard to think of him being anything other than invincible. “But you’re right; I will have to change my face… or hide out for some time. We have other people who are close to the president now instead. Even humans.”

Marcus opened his mouth and took in a pastry that Marz pushed into him.

“On a certain day, when all our plans are ready, you will leave your home and meet me at a secret location. No one will know where you are and you will not leave until I tell you. We’ll send people in to trash your apartment and make it look like a kidnapping.”

“You’re going to kidnap me?” Marcus mumbled, spluttering bits of pastry and making Marz smirk with amusement. Perhaps he knew how aroused the idea of being taken by Marz was making him; that he had been lusting at the idea for months.

“Yes, Piggy,” Marz nodded. “I’m going to kidnap you and keep you as my own.” He held his stare and allowed his words to drip out of his mouth like a sensual candle wax. “This has been my plan since I first sent Ally out to seduce you. This will be your purpose.”

Marcus nodded. He’d known for some time that everything Marz was doing was building to some sort of event. An F80 could not kidnap and hold a human against their will. So they must be seduced, trained and controlled to simply do as they were told instead. Nothing that had happened in the past hadn’t already been orchestrated by Marz. And nothing that would happen in the future wouldn’t go exactly as Marz wanted it to. “Yes,” Marcus nodded again, filled with arousal by the idea. “I’ll do everything you say.”

Although the idea of the kidnapping had been brewing in Marcus’ mind for some weeks, the actual day when it happened was nothing short of a sprint. With only thirty seconds notice, Marcus had left his apartment and met an autocar outside. There he was, sailing out of the city, as hordes of noisy police cars roared in the opposite direction. Marz had undoubtedly been working his magic. At a certain point, the windows had dimmed and Marcus now had little comprehension of where he was actually going.

A couple of hours passed. From the noise outside the vehicle, Marcus felt like he was travelling underground, inside a tunnel. Then the autocar stopped, unlocked, and the door lifted open to reveal a large, windowless space, not unlike a bunker, perhaps. Yet, there was the handsome, strapping Marz standing there, unharmed. He was dressed in the most domestic, ordinary clothes Marcus had ever seen him in, his ginormous pecs and biceps bulging out of the relaxed sweater, grinning at him and taking his hand to lead him inside. “Welcome home, Piggy!” he whispered

Marcus’ first few days in the bunker passed in a whirlwind of sex, feeding and pleasure. In the nine months since he had met Marz, Marcus had never luxuriated in his company for such a long time; feeling it in the particular tightness of his over stretched gut and the continued softening of his arms and butt.

“So, how much does everyone know back at home?” Marcus asked one morning, lying naked in Marz’s big arms after the first of his extended feedings of the day. “Do they know that you’re the one I am with?”

Marz brushed the overgrown hair off Marcus’ chubby face. “They know everything,” he cooed sweetly.

“About the chip?” Marcus questioned him. “About our affair? About how you… feed me?” he mumbled, feeling particularly embarrassed about that last one.

“They know everything,” Marz repeated, even more kindly and sweetly; as if it was all under control.

“So that means, they’ll know why I’ve been getting so out of shape recently,” Marcus sighed, rubbing the swollen pot belly he had developed since piling on almost eighty pounds.

“Yes, they do,” Marz smiled back, snuggling into Marcus affectionately. “And they also know that the longer they leave you here with me, the fatter you’re going to get. That should get them moving,” he laughed quietly, tapping Marcus’ wide butt lightly.

“But…” Marcus fretted, realising for the first time that, in a kidnapping, there would of course be negotiations going on for his release. “I don’t ever want to go back,” he stated.

“You’ll go back, Piggy,” Marz smiled. “When the time is right and it’s most advantageous.”

“But…” Marcus tried, until a gentle finger was placed over his mouth.

“Shh!” Marz breathed. “It’ll all work out, Piggy. Just you wait and see.”

As romantic and loving as Marz was, it was undeniable that the man had a mission to complete. He turned up the pleasure settings in Marcus’ cerebral cortex to new extremes, ensuring that he gorged and ate everything that was presented to him. Telling the time of day became an impossibility. With no natural light down there, the feelings of disorientation made it hard to reason about anything at all.

Marcus began to feel that there was more communication going on than he had first expected in the seclusion of their bunker. Perhaps his status and weight gain was under constant review, updating his family back home in a mission to extract whatever they needed from them. Sometimes Marz would pick him up and carry him effortlessly in his enormous arms. Was that when he did it? Was that when he weighed him? Was he happy with what he saw? Was he hitting his targets?

Sometimes Marz would insist on pushing the eating even further. He referred to these times as his ‘stretch sessions’, when Marcus was challenged to eat beyond the point of feeling full. He said that these were very necessary as a stomach capacity training exercise, and he was on hand throughout with sprays that he would administer into Marcus’ mouth to ease the discomfort. His large hands also seemed to emit something genuinely soothing as he rubbed the extreme bloats; round and round. He offered words of comfort and praise, peppered with sexual stimulation throughout. Then, when Marcus felt that he could take no more, he’d climax and fall asleep; a deep sleep, no doubt induced by Marz; staying that way until the discomfort subsided.

In the weeks or months that this continued, Marcus felt pounds and pounds of extra flesh being added to his body. It was so warm and humid in the bunker at times that they rarely covered themselves with clothing. Every few hours, Marz would sensually massage a special oil into his body, rubbing those strong hands up against the plush new skin and concentrating in particular on those areas of the body that were swelling up the most: his tummy and chest, the tops of his legs and upper arms. Marz would grab those blubbery areas and jiggle wickedly, sometimes making Marcus orgasm at the same time.

“You’re such a good piggy,” Marz would remind him over and over again. “You make this so easy for me,” he would smile, gently stroking Marcus’ chubby cheeks.

“I like making you proud,” Marcus would reply; usually between chewing whatever was being pushed into his mouth at the time.

“You’re going to be my masterpiece,” Marz smiled, staring with almost awe at the blossoming obesity that had now taken over Marcus’ body: the giant swell of his large stomach, the sagging of his previously toned pecs and the width of his once pert, toned little butt cheeks.

So Marcus ate and swallowed whatever he was given. He’d never known bliss like it. This was the perfect, erotic existence. Heaven.

Marcus knew that the light was different before he even opened his eyes. His ears picked up mummers of fresh voices and he awoke feeling a sense of dread.

“Marcus? Marcus? Can you hear me?” came the voice of a doctor close to his face.

“Oh, no!” was all Marcus could say, realising that it was all over. The hostage exchange had taken place.

“Your family are on their way,” the doctor stated reassuringly. “We’re just running some tests on you. You seem to have put on a significant amount of weight in the last six months.”

Six months? Was that how long it had been? Marcus thought miserably to himself. His brain somehow felt clearer and yet more confused than ever before. The update to his chip had been uninstalled; they’d told him that pretty early on. They seemed to talk about it as if that had been the reason for everything that he had done; as if he himself was entirely blameless. That was, apart from his family, who showed up a few hours later, wide eyed at the sight of him. They hugged him, of course, and told him how glad they were that he was safe at last, but there was also a seething anger behind their eyes. They bundled him in the autocar and took him home the next day, after the tests revealed a remarkable state of health, despite gaining over one hundred pounds of extra fat in his time in captivity.

It was obvious how different the built up areas were now, as Marcus rode back into the city. They hadn’t been destroyed by bombs or fires, but were dirty, with buildings that had been obviously looted for supplies. When Marcus asked what had happened whilst he had been gone, he was met with a simple, one-word response: war.

The world felt dull and colourless as Marcus entered back into it. Without his chip update, Marcus couldn’t get used to his old ways of thinking. Although everyone had told him how wicked and evil the F80 had been to him, Marcus, even now, still longed for him. He began to wish he didn’t feel that way, reminding himself of the cruel way he had been passed back to his family, without even a goodbye. He thought back to the psychologists in the hospital, making it clear to him that he hadn’t been to blame for any of what had happened. Marz had been able to control his arousal and shape his actions in ways that even they had never seen before. They were adamant, Marcus should see himself as a victim. It was fine if he didn’t understand that just yet, but, in time, he would. Their stares always drifted from looking into his eyes at this point, onto his chubby cheeks or rounded double chin: ‘nothing’ that had been done to him, they would state forcefully, was ‘irreversible’.

“How much did they pay to release me?” Marcus finally asked a few days later, once he had plucked up the courage.

“Your release was part of a package of deals negotiated in exchange for the west coast,” Marcus’ brother explained to him.

“The west coast?” Marcus spluttered. “How much land did they..?” he began asking in astonishment.

“DON’T!” snapped Marcus’ sister sharply, cutting him off. Her anger had been smouldering for days. “It’s not even about that,” she growled. “You have no idea how many tiny little concessions we had to make to stop them going to the media about your situation. The nephew of the president, walking willingly into a hostage situation and gaining several pounds of fat each week for his AI lover. Do you think there’s any way our family could recover from that sort of shame if it got out?”

Marcus should have relented and allowed them to just be angry with him. However, after days of babysitting from his unpleasant family, his patience had finally run out. “So that’s why you haven’t let me leave the house and go back to my old place?” he shouted. “You’re embarrassed about the way I look?”

“You weigh over 330lbs!” Marcus’ brother shot back at him. “Of course we’re embarrassed of you. It’s revolting! No one can see you like this. Not until you’re well on your way to recovery.”

“Recovery?” Marcus shouted in disgust. “I’m not losing weight!” He looked down at himself, dressed in the clothes he had been given: the largest possible t-shirt and sweatpants so that his family did not need to see his rolls and blubber.

“Yes, you are!” his mother stated sternly. “What would people think if you went out looking like that? I shudder to think!”

Marcus felt the rage boil up inside him. It reached a tipping point, where he was ready to scream and shout like never before. Until, inexplicably, he felt calmness descending once more. This was his family; the real them; concerned more by status and appearances than anything else. Even now, at the end of everything.

His fingers traced along the tire of stomach fat around his waist; the one part of him that remained from Marz. “I’m leaving,” he declared, standing up. “I’m done with this family, for good.”

At that moment, a new, large security guard entered the room and stared Marcus down threateningly. “No you’re not,” he stated strictly.

Marcus stared around at his family in disbelief. He was to be held here without his consent. He was never to leave. Not without losing almost every pound of fat Marz had pushed onto him. He was a liability now. An embarrassment to the good name of the family. The real kidnapping had begun.

Over the next few weeks, Marcus’ childhood bedroom was his only sanctuary. His family became more openly hateful towards him as it became clear to them that he did not regret or wish to repent any of his previous actions, as the psychologists had promised them he would eventually come to do. Even without the brain chip manipulating his patterns of arousal, Marcus still longed for those extreme orgasms that he experienced with Marz. He’d try watching porn in his bedroom, but now the eventual climax was weak and disappointing. Only when he thought of Marz and held or jiggled his fat in the way Marz used to, could he achieve an orgasm that even came close to resembling the type of intensity he was used to. So, as the restricted diet would soon begin to take its toll on his body, Marcus began to resent his situation even more.

“Hello Marcus,” smiled the maid that pottered around the house every day. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked politely.

Marcus huffed. As much as he wanted to tell her to go away and leave him be in this state of misery, the maid was at least one person in his life who was not responsible for his current set of circumstances.

“Everything is going to be alright, you know,” she smiled at him.

Marcus smiled faintly back, not believing her for a second. There was no way out of this hole he had dug himself into.

“He wants you to know that he’s coming back for you,” she whispered discreetly. Pausing with a grin to see Marcus’ reaction. “You know who I mean, don’t you?”

Marcus felt his heart racing. She couldn’t mean Marz, could she?

“He’ll need you to be ready for when he gets here. Do you understand?”

Marcus nodded in disbelief. Had the maid been an F80 infiltrator this entire time? “How?” he spluttered. “How do I get ready for him?”

The maid smiled and reached a finger out to stroke his impressive double chin. “By showing where your loyalties lie, Piggy,” she whispered. “You belong to him. You can see that now you’ve had time away. You are his: every blubbery pound.”

Marcus nodded, then gasped with surprise as the maid reached into her cart of cleaning products and pulled out a large flask. She unscrewed the lid and swung it under Marcus’ nose. The smell of it sent sparks of electricity thundering through Marcus’ brain. He recognised the sugary scent and the blends of creams and oils. This was exactly like some of the milkshake drinks Marz used to make for him. This was real.

“He wants me to drink this?” Marcus asked excitedly.

“Oh, yes,” the maid nodded. “I’ve been sent here to make sure of it.”

Marcus looked at the flask and considered his options one final time. He tried to tell himself all the reasons why he shouldn’t go down this path again; about all the damage it had done last time; about how everyone had been right about how wicked and cruel the F80s had treated him. He was just some cog in Marz’s grand war strategy; nothing more. Unimportant. Expendable.

The maid seemed to sense his hesitation. “Marz wanted me to remind you what a good boy you are; how proud he is of you; and to tell you of all the BIG plans he has for you…”

Marcus nodded. It was all he had needed to hear. He had a future after all; a future with Marz. Fuck all the rest of this. The world could burn for all he cared.

He flipped his head back and chugged as rapidly as he could, feeling the pleasure centers of his brain tingle into life. He was a good boy. He was obidient. And he belonged entirely to Marz.

When Marcus’ weight failed to come down, everyone, including the medical profressionals, began to look confused. Instead, his weight was creeping ever upward, his fat stomach bloating and stretching into an even more extreme shape. This was Marcus’ resistance.

Even as they scorned him and restricted his diet further, he continued to get ever fatter in defiance of them. He quit wearing his shirt around the house and took pleasure in the horror he caused whenever they saw him looking so fleshy and repulsively overfed.

Then, one morning, everyone stopped caring entirely. Time was against them. The war was being lost. They had to move now; get out of the city.

Marcus refused.

They tried everything: threats, emotional blackmail, false promises; all in the hope of getting him to comply with them and leave. But Marcus stood his ground, until, at about half two that following afternoon, panic had ensured that even the last of the security crew had left to join Marcus’ uncle and his government in whatever secret bunker they had prepared for them.

Marcus sucked in the free air and threw his fat body onto the couch, not in the slightest bit worried that he would break it.

“Congratulations,” sounded the deep, authoritative voice that Marcus had longed to hear for so many weeks. “You played your part so well, Piggy.”

Marcus, who had been dozing, woke with a start in that evening light, and smiled broadly. There was Marz, dressed in the uniform of the United States army. He looked so strong, capable and rugged. Yet his delicate fingertips simply traced the soft, fresh and fleshy fat that had further transformed Marcus’ appearance since Marz had last seen him.

“I’m so proud,” Marz whispered to him, hearing Marcus moan with pleasure from the touch; the update to his brain chip back up and actively running.

“You came back!” Marcus replied; his heart bursting with joy.

“Of course I did, Piggy,” Marz smiled. “You’ve still got a very important part to play in all this. And I think you’re going to like it. We’re getting married.”

“Married?” Marcus asked in surprise. “But F80s can’t…”

“They can now,” Marz corrected him. “We’re creating our own government, our own president and laws. The White House is ours. And…” Marz smiled wickedly, “...I believe that you will help to make our government more credible. I’m not sure whether there could possibly be a better match for a high-up official like myself than a member of the ex-president’s family. It speaks volumes in the public eye. It will help them to accept us.”

“You and me? Together? No more hiding it?” Marcus asked in disbelief.

“No more hiding anything,” Marz nodded, tapping the blubbery stomach fat proudly. “Onwards and outwards,” he teased. “A fat, obedient and devoted boy from a good family. You’ll do very nicely,” he smiled victoriously, unable to resist stroking Marcus’ large double chin as the obese, lovesick stooge smiled back with admiration at him.

Marcus didn’t need to think. He nodded frantically and beamed with happiness. After all the generations of politicians in his family, who would have ever guessed that he would be the last one left in the White House? The United States once more.

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Hello, dear! How are you? Maybe I can have a headcanon with the monster trio + ace with a s/o Who has aggressive reflexes? As they approach from behind to cuddle the s/o, and the s/o by reflex takes them and layers on the ground very fast or in the table? 😂 She can lift them really easily^^’ (it would be funny/nice if the s/o is a little smaller than them.. 🥹)

Sorry if I’m not compatible with you’re rules, i didn’t find the rules, so ignore it if you’re uncomfortable..! 😅😅

M alive thank u for asking ,I hope u are doing okay! ,Thank you for requesting <3 love the request it's very cute ,I hope I did u justice!

Monster trio + Ace with a short strong s/o who have aggressive reflexes

Luffy

He take it as a challenge to take you down before you do

Even tho you explained to him ,you didn't mean to pin him down like that! It was simply a reflex!

But Luffy won't take it ,He is stronger than u and will simply have to prove it to you by taking you down in a fight!

You might awaken something feral in this man

" Luffy ,come on , you're not serious about this! I'm not going to fight you, you're far stronger than me! I just have a fast reflex!" He run at you full speed and you once again Pin him down so easily " This mean nothing! Rematch! I can pick you up so easily! How can you pin me down like this when I'm taller than you!??" He asks you in a rather breathy confusion,damn he why does sound out of breath for some reason...

Will start picking you up to show dominance, You're not stronger than him ,even it's...very nice to be pinned by you

he tries to hug you from behind a lot just to have you pin him down 😔 you're so strong he is smitten fr

You've broken a whole table once by accidentally crashing him through it and That's when he decided You're his forever lover fr

He have a strength kink and he doesn't even realize it 😔

Zoro

Zoro always make sure to come at you from the front side

BUT there's that one time this poor man was standing behind you and was going to rest his head on your shoulder as you both stood looking at the crew doing some activity together ,he was trying to be cute for once

" maybe we should join-" Zoro is cut off as you hold and flip him completely off to the ground ,face first to the ground

" Zo-Zoro! You startled me! Why did you sneak up on me like this!" You yell in panic as you help Zoro gets up ,he hold his bleeding nose "Since When you're able to carry my weight like this??" He asks bit too impressed and unbothered by the fact his nose is bleeding " since forever-your nose is bleeding! Chopper! Please come and help Zoro!!"

Listen ,the nose bleed was partly from the physical injury plus How hot that was but no one has to know that but him

He always respected your strength,but to be honest he thought you weren't that strong to carry Him since you're fun sized

But you kinda proved him wrong and He...feel very hot and bothered about it

Another man with strength kink ,he love manhandling you but he kinda doesn't mind if you started manhandling him while training together...yes he let you pin him down often,you think it's because your skills improved but it's only because Zoro like it When you're on top like that

He might be secretly a pervert,but no one will ever know

Sanji

" (y/n) oh love,You look so amazing-" Sanji approach you from behind as he want to hug you from behind,like he usually do ,but this time he made the wrong choice of not warning you or begin loud as he usually is when he approaches you ,It was mere seconds before he was pinned to the ground with you looking down at him in horror he start seeing stars " I'm so so sorry Sanji! You startled me!" You tries to help him gets up ,Sanji meanwhile is in another world "you were always able to do this??" He blur out and you blink at him " yeah? You just never startled me before like this " you mumble as you help him stand up ,he gets up and goes back to hugging you "Oh (y/n) you're so strong! Such a Beauty as you this strong??? I am so lucky to have you!" He start praising you up and down for your strength ,no you won't get rid of him any time soon

he is now a bigger simp than before,not only you are breathtaking,But also strong to pin him down like he is nothing??? He stan his powerful s/o ,He would be cheering for you when you kick asses in battles

He always carry you bridal style when he saves you ,BUT you Deadass can carry him as well ,he would blushing as you do ,his savior,his lover , you're so awesome

He would love to spare with you more ever since

Just so he have you pin him down like damn that's new foreplay idea

he still pick you up whenever to prove he is stronger (a lie,he just love you are small and he want to protect you always)

He got low-key beef with you since he want to be your prince charming your shining knight ,but You are always saving him and carrying him around when he in injured

He won't admit outloud but he loves it secretly, you're so strong and badass and he love to bury his face in your neck when you carry him

100% in denial about this strength kink ,give him some time..

Ace

He heard that you're one of the strongest of the whitebeard crew..but You are like the size of a bean in his eyes (rude) ,but that's only before he joined,after he joined you both become bestie then started causally dating and rest is history

He for sure never really completely saw you as someone who is stronger than him but he never vocalized it because he know he will sleep on the floor if he ever did

But someday,he made the mistake of saying it outloud

" hey take it easy on (y/n) with The punches, They ain't big enough to handle it" he tells Marco as both of you spare together, Marco stares at ace with a questioning look that translate to ' you Really said that?' while you were looking at Ace with 'What the actual fuck you just said' look "ight Pretty boy ,come fight me !" You challenge him and ace raise his hands " I'm not fighting you babe,you ain't built to handle all this" he point at himself and there's few of the crew laughing, Whiteboard look straight up amused at the scene playing Infront of him ,You stand strong as you glares up at ace " You mean you're aren't ready to get your ass kicked? If you're just scared then Just say so , I'm sure Thatch would love your help in the kitchen for dinner anyway" you tell him with a smirk , There's a loud OHHH coming from the crew ,Marco had completely moved away from your side so he doesn't get caught in the cross fire That's happening

" Eh you did not just say that!" Ace says a bit offended " oh yeah I just said , Actually Thatch would keep up with me better than you after thinking" you tell him as you add fuel to the fire that is ace flushed face " Okay it's ON ,Just don't be mad when Your ass is cooked!" He runs at you as you run at him ,both look absolutely feral, Ace goes for a firey punch and you dodge it as you grab his arm and and then grab him... before he know it ,his face is in the ground and you're pinning him down so effortlessly, he is... speechless

New found respect ,Also a new kink unlocked

Will not catch him slacking,he will always be talking about how strong you're from now on,please train with him all the time now

He promise to not set anything on fire when you pin him down , though it's still Very hot when you're bit too close to him...

He is a Prevert but that's for you to know later

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #luffy d monkey #roanoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #Sabo #portgas d. ace #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #luffy x you #zoro x you #sanji x you #ace x you #portgas d ace x reader

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (part 16)

Part 16

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Y/N woke up in the morning without any improvement from the previous night. Not great. She checked her phone. Nothing from the four she really wanted to see. Her father messaged her. Which she will get back to later in the day, but nothing from Judgment Day.

Y/N sat up, grabbing a hoodie from her bag. She quickly puts it on and grabs a room key. She makes her way out the door, closing it quietly, not wanting to wake the three in the room.

She finds the room that Judgment Day was staying in. She puts her hand up to knock. She prevents herself from continuing. Was she really wanting to do this?

She looks. They should be up by now. Finn and Damian should be awake by now. Rhea and Dom would still be sleeping. Should she even try? Damian was so mad at her yesterday. She leaves with a sigh.

She suddenly hears a door open. It was the one she was just standing at. Finn stood by the door, gazing outside. She turns her head back around quickly.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He questions.

She turns back around stuttering, “Uh, I just, uh, lost my room and I’m trying to find my room.”

“You’re on the wrong floor,” he replies.

“Oh gosh. Wow, that’s right, I am. Well, I might as well get going. Bye,” she blurts.

She starts heading to the elevator, but Finn stops her. Damian is at the door. Her breath hitches. She hears more feet making their way to the door. Now Dominik and Rhea are standing in front of Damian. Dom is rubbing his eyes and Rhea is just staring at the girl.

“We said we don’t want to see you for a while,” Rhea states.

“Do you know what that means?” Damian questions. Y/N doesn’t answer. She knows what it means, but she doesn’t want it to mean what it means.

“It means you leave us alone. We leave you alone,” he says, pushing Dom and Rhea into the room again. He grabs Finn’s hand and pulls him into the room. She just watches as the door closes. She shouldn’t have done that. She had a premonition about what would occur.

She looks at her phone. Opens it and messages her dad. She wants to call him.

“Hey dad,” she says.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?” he replies.

“Do you think you’d be able to get me time off just until Monday?” she asks him.

“I can try. Is there a reason why?” Adam questions. Fully knowing the reason.

“Well, I want to talk about it to you at home please,” Y/N says.

“Okay, I’ll talk to the boss for you. I know how you hate speaking about personal things,” he says.

“Thank you so much. I love you, dad,” she says, walking to the elevator pressing the button. She wasn’t aware of the one person listening in on this conversation through the door that was just recently shut.

“I will start packing my things properly then,” Y/N says.

“Yeah okay. The girls will be excited to see you and so will I,” he says.

“Okay bye. I love you, dad,” she says, as the elevator door opens.

“I love you too, honey,” Adam says, hanging up the phone.

She walks into the elevator, happy. She’s so happy to see her family again. Not only that, it’s also the fact that the Judgment Day won’t see her. It’s like they wanted. She’s not bothering them. They aren’t bothering her.

“Oh, you guys are awake,” Y/N says, closing the hotel door.

“Where were you?” Iyo questions.

“Well, I went to talk to them. That didn’t go well. Now I’m going home till Monday. Dad is calling the boss because he’s more persuasive than I am. Soooo,” Y/N replies.

“We are happy you’re going home. You need it,” Bayley says. “We were actually going to talk about you taking time off.

“Okay, so can you guys drop me off at the airport after I order this ticket?” Y/N questions.

“Of course we can,” Dakota says.

“Oh, my god! You guys are so much help,” Y/N says. She gets her wallet out, ready to put her card in for the ticket.

“Okay, are you ready?” Bayley asks.

“Uh, yup. I’m ready to travel to see family,” she answers.

The four girls walk out of the room. Dakota helping with Y/N’s bags. Y/N was a bit nervous to go in the elevator. She might see Judgement Day. It’s not likely it’s earlier in the morning they don’t get out of their rooms yet.

“Hey, how many more house shows are there?” Y/N questions.

“I think two. Then we get to go home till Monday,” Dakota answers, while walking out of the elevator. Y/N nods.

The ride to the airport went by fast. Y/N liked that. The faster it went, the faster she got away from Judgement Day. The faster she gets to her family. Especially her sisters. She is missing them so much.

“Alright, thank you guys so much,” Y/N says, hugging them.

“Have fun going home,” they all say.

Y/N gives them an air kiss, turns on her heel, and walks away to the entrance. She gets her ticket and lets them have her big suitcase. Next was security. No matter what, she was always scared. It’s always overthinking like what if there was a bomb in her backpack that she didn’t know about?

After security, Y/N checks her phone and notices there are only 30 minutes left until she has to board the plane, so she makes her way to her gate. She was so ready to see her family.

It was like a blink of an eye and Y/N was at her destination. She was so excited to get her bag from the overhead bin, get her luggage, and go to her dad’s house. That’s exactly what she does.

She messages her dad telling him that she landed. He informs her that Beth and the girls don’t know that she’s home early, so it was like a surprise for them. The girls of course, were at school, so the first one she’d be surprising was Beth.

She grabs her keys out of her bag and manages to find her car in the whole wack load of them. She finds it easier with her dad being out on holidays to drive her own car and just pay for parking. If she is gone for longer than 3 weeks, she’ll get someone to drive her to the airport.

She got her bags into the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. She could barely contain her excitement. Yes, she sees them like every week, but it’s the same exact excitement.

She pulls into the driveway of her dad’s house and parks. She gets out of the car and just walks in the door. Her dad is in the kitchen. He hugs her tight. When they pull away, he points to the upstairs and mouths ‘office’.

She nods and slips upstairs. She locates the office and opens the door quietly. Beth is too focused on her work to even notice. She then wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders. Beth jumps and turns around. She gasps and gets up to hug the girl properly.

“Why are you home so easily?” Beth questions.

“I had some thoughts, and I felt like I needed a break just until Monday,” she replies.

“I’m glad you’re here, honey,” Beth smiles. “Oh, the girls don’t know you’re here. You could pick them up from school.”

“I could,” Y/N exclaims.

“Yeah, just tell your dad you’re going to do it. I have to get back to work,” Beth says, sitting down on her chair again.

“Dad,” Y/N exclaims, dragging out the ’d’ while running downstairs.

“Don’t trip, but what?” he questions.

“Mom just suggested that I go pick up the girls,” she says.

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” he says.

“Is the pickup spot still the same?” she questions.

“Yes. Take my truck so they think it’s me,” he replies, handing her the keys.

She takes the keys and gives him a kiss on the cheek. It took around 15 minutes to 25 minutes to get to their school, so it’s best she leaves now. Y/N was so excited to pick up her sisters it feels like forever since she last saw them.

Y/N pulled up to her sister’s school. She parks in the parking spot and waits for her sisters. The doors to the truck open and her sisters hop in.

“Hi da..,” Lyric says before stopping.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N!!” Ruby exclaims.

“Hi girls,” she says, laughing.

“What are you doing home early?” Lyric questions.

“Well, I was having trouble with some other superstars and I just needed to step away,” Y/N replies.

“Do we need to beat them up?” Ruby questions.

“Oh, you can if you want,” Y/N laughs. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes!!” the girls exclaim.

The entire ride home, the girls were telling Y/N things about school, their friends and even some stuff mom and dad did. They didn’t stop talking til the front door opened. The girls ran upstairs to put their stuff away.

“Did they talk your ears off?” Adam asks.

“Oh they did,” Y/N chuckles, “but I missed it. I’m glad to have time off.”

“I mean with what you’re going through with those four,” he says.

“Yeah, I can tell you about it when the girls are asleep,” Y/N says, giving her dad a hug.

Neither of them pull away. It has been so long since they last embraced each other. Y/N felt calm for the first time in a few days. She was away from everyone and everything that made her worry. She was just with her family.

“Dad!” Ruby yells, running down the stairs.

“Be careful, but what?” He questions, pulling away from his eldest daughter.

“What’s for supper?” She asks.

“Well, I think it’s shepherd’s pie,” he replies.

She then nods and runs back upstairs, yelling at Lyric. Y/N laughs. She missed this. The yelling and laughing, even the squealing. Adam smiles at his daughter. From what Dakota was telling him, she needed this break.

“Hey, how about you go take a nap. I know you want one and we’ll wake you up when supper is ready,” he says.

Y/N nods. She gives her dad a kiss on the cheek and walks up the stairs. When she opens her door, her room is clean. Beth always cleans the room when she leaves.

Even though she has her own apartment, she likes to stay with her parents. She doesn’t want to live there all the time because she’s 24, but she hates being away from her family after so long.

Just as soon as Y/N’s eyes closed, her phone buzzed. She picks it up. It’s Bayley.

They seem lost know that you're gone-Bay Bay

Well, that sucks for them. They don’t want to see me- Y/N Bear.

It does. How’s being at home?-Bay Bay.

It’s good. Dad has sent me for a nap so have fun with the house show!!- Y/N Bear.

Y/N doesn’t remember much after she set her phone down. People jumping in her bed awoke her. It’s her sister and dad.

“Wake up, it’s suppertime!!” they all exclaim.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Y/N laughs.

The three get off the bed while she pulls the sheets off of her. She gets out of bed with her sisters pulling on her arm. They pull her all the way to the kitchen table. They sit her down and sit on either side of her. She helps the girls dish their plates before getting her own.

“Oh my god mom, this is so good,” she says.

“Thank you,” Beth says.

“Y/N, are you gonna be changing anything now that your heel?” Adam questions.

“I might talk to Vince, Hunter or the creative team about changing my theme song. I think maneater is not my thing anymore,” she answers.

“But I liked maneater,” Ruby says.

“That doesn’t mean we have to stop listening to it. We can jam to it every car ride if you want,” Y/N laughs.

“What are you thinking?” Beth asks.

“I’m thinking of something by Alter Bridge, maybe Open Your Eyes or Addicted To Pain. I’m still deciding though,” she replies.

“Of course, your style is going to change,” Adam says.

“Yes! I’m kinda hoping you, mom or some other older superstars could help me. I kinda want it to be you guys or them helping because you’re all a big part of my life and with the help, it would just get some meaning,” she says.

“I could help you contact some of them, like uncle Jay,” Edge says.

“That would be amazing,” Y/N smiles.

The rest of summer was just full of random conversations and laughter. This is just what Y/N needed. She didn’t even think about what happened yesterday. Though the question keeps going through her mind every once in a while. Why are they so upset that she’s talking to her father?

They’ve already voiced that he was going to keep her sheltered and he’s holding her back, but there has got to be more to it.

After supper, Y/N played Barbies with her little sisters. Helped them with their night routine. Once the girls are in bed and sleeping, Y/N makes her way back to the living room. She sits down next to Beth.

“Wanna tell us what happened?” Adam questions.

“Yea, I do. I think it’ll be better for me to talk about it,” Y/N replies.

“So, when we were having our minor argument, they stepped in basically. They were telling me that you were holding back. I’m in your shadow. I didn’t really like what they were saying, but I did,” Y/N continues.

“They were trying to get you away from your father,” Beth says.

Y/N nods. “Then I had a sleepover with them. It was amazing. That’s why I really didn’t answer your calls that day. I went back to Bayley’s room and talked to you. Everything was wonderful. Then I had a match at a house show. Left my phone out in the open. You messaged, and they looked at it. When I went back to the locker room, they were suddenly angry. It was because I was talking to you again. They had their match and came back. Forced me to take my phone out, place it on the table. Then they start saying I’m disobeying them.”

“What the fuck,” Adam says.

“Yeah, like I never once heard them tell me not to message. Then I said something along the lines of ‘I’m not like Dom. I want my father around and, of course, I’m going to be in his shadow. It sucks, yes, but he’s the Hall of Famer I’m not,’ then I left. They returned my bag to Bayley and said that they don’t want to see me for a while,” Y/N finishes.

“Wow,” Beth says.

“I can’t believe they don’t want to see you again for that,” her father says.

“I know it’s so confusing. I also might have gone to talk to them today but decided not to and they found me walking away from their door,” Y/N says.

“Awe, sweetie,” Beth says, rubbing her shoulders.

“I hope you know I don’t really care if you try to get with them,” Adam admits.

“That won’t change your hate for them, though?” Y/N questions.

“Oh my goodness, definitely not. I need to still teach them a lesson or two,” He laughs.

“You can do that,” Y/N giggles.

“Y/N sweetie, what I think is that you should give them their time they need and you should have time for yourself too. Maybe get your nails done, your hair done or you could go to the beach or something,” Beth says.

“I like that. I shouldn’t have to worry if they like me or not. I should be worrying about myself before others,” Y/N smiles.

“That’s exactly how it should go, honey, but it’s getting late. I love you and goodnight,” Adam says, getting up, kissing her head and giving Beth a kiss before walking upstairs.

“Anything you want to tell me that you didn’t want to tell your father?” Beth asks.

“Oh, my god. I like them so much and it kills me that they don’t talk to me,” Y/N admits.

“When did you finally stop hating them?” Beth questions.

“I honestly don’t know. They made me talk to them in their locker room. I cried to them because of what dad was saying and suggested a sleepover. It was a good sleepover too. Rhea took my makeup off for me and helped with my night routine. I slept in the same bed as Dom and her. In the morning they let me watch dirty dancing! When we were in the change room, I had to sit on Dom’s lap and she did my makeup for the house show,” Y/N says.

“That’s very great of them,” Beth says. She stands up, pulling Y/N up with her.

“You should go to bed. It’s getting late, and you had a couple of big days the past few days.”

“Yeah, I will. You should also go to bed. We both know how dad gets without you sleeping next to him,” Y/N laughs and hugs her mom.

They both walk up the stairs together and wave to each other as they make it to their rooms. Y/N smiles to herself as she closes the door. She could finally sleep tonight without crying herself to sleep. It felt good to talk about something. Even if the other person doesn’t say much, it still helps.

Y/N doesn’t even focus on the fact that she never got a goodnight text from any of them. She didn’t really even worry about them. She went to sleep thinking of what she could do with her family after her sisters got off of school.

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This part shows the very sweet relationship between her family. I was so happy with writing this one! Have a good night/day/afternoon!!!

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgement day #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe

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babypinkhearts · 3 months

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tell me, if you’re ever ready - f. megumi

pairing: fushiguro megumi + fem!reader

summary: how many more times is megumi able to nurture you back to health until he’s reached his limit?

warnings: angst (i’m sorry, but it’s not super duper bad i don’t think !!), mentions of mental health struggle, megumi is so sweet it hurts me, fluff!!!

a/n: okay. hi it’s been a while!! this is my first jjk fic :) i’ve been in a writer’s block for a LONG time, but i read a megumi fic from @neiptune that absolutely ripped my heart open (please go read her work, it is incredible!!!), and i have not stopped thinking about it since (it fucked me up so bad). if you’re reading this - oh my gosh i will never be the same. and i love your work!!! this is how i cope. this is HEAVILY inspired by your fic “if clarity’s in death then why won’t this die?” okay okay !!! thank you so much for reading :)

you’re not really sure as to why you couldn’t just let yourself relax for a second. megumi was right next to you; your skin was touching his. however, that was probably the reason why your mind was so restless.

you could never seem to enjoy his company - not because you were revolted by it (not for an infinity), but because you were never sure if it would be your last time getting to see him like this. bodies intertwined so perfectly it would seem as though this was the only way you were ever meant to exist.

and megumi was anything but unperceptive. he learned you quietly. his observant eyes picked up every little thing.

he could tell if your mind was being cruel to you. maybe others couldn’t - well, he knew they couldn’t. megumi knew it wasn’t your favorite skill of his.

he was blunt when confronting you, every time without fail. not in a way that could be taken in offense (he could never do that to you), but in a question of genuine concern.

there had been times where you had truly believed you had made it past him - that your mediocre acting skills had possibly improved since the last time.

you had quickly learned that doubting megumi was futile.

everything about you is engraved in his mind. it’s purposeful.

of course he could read through you.

yuuji and nobara couldn’t. if it were a competition, they would lose before it could start. megumi would be crossing the finish line a year before the starting pistol could go off.

he knew you were awake. you had been for a while. these nights had been occurring more frequently. you would kiss his lips softly, say goodnight, then wait for his breathing to slow, convinced it meant he had finally fallen asleep. megumi faked it every time.

he had yet to ask you about it. he was waiting - silently pleading - for you to come to him. this occasion was different. he didn’t want to pry, but if this had been keeping you up for nights, it wasn’t a thought that could so easily be forgotten.

what were you so fearful of?

steadily, he reached a hand out, cupping your face. he had been laying beside you, though you were turned away.

he’s alarmed when he finds your cheek wet.

quickly sitting up, megumi felt his heart cave into his chest as he took in the sight of your silent tears.

“hey, hey.” he whispered, so softly. he tried to ease the tone of his voice, not letting his anxious concern show much. you let him turn you around, and don’t protest as he cages his arms around you. “what’s wrong? i’m right here.”

and you closed your eyes tightly, letting out a shaky chuckle.

of course he was awake.

“nothing.” you mumbled, smiling small, hoping that you truly did look better than you felt. you loved megumi. he wasn’t deserving of this.

you were at a constant war with yourself. you lost more than you won, the casualties being in the forms of your deteriorating health. but he was there - your card of immunity. he restores you. no matter how much your mind builds a fortress to keep him out. there was no point in denying him entry. he would find himself inside your thoughts no matter how hard you tried to keep him out.

“i’m here forever. tell me if you’re ever ready.”

that only made more tears form.

sentences that are so saccharine, so sentimental. megumi would never lie to you.

and yet, the first words that come out of your mouth in response feel like instinct.

“are you?”

is he here forever? he’s been here for a while. no one knows exactly when “forever” is. megumi doesn’t know. you know less.

and will he ever be ready? will you ever be ready?

you love that about megumi.

if.

you don’t have to tell him anything. if you’re ever ready, you can.

you can choose to never be ready, and he would be okay with that. after all - he claims to be here forever. that’s a lifetime, or more. while it isn’t a promise, it’s a declaration. megumi always chooses his words thoughtfully. he’s poetic at times, though you refuse to let that belief be known to him.

you’re afraid to love him. are you deserving of him? you can’t imagine a life without him. how selfish does that make you?

the principal cause of your worries is how long you have until you ruin something so wonderful.

megumi is strong, but he isn’t invincible. surely, he has a limit. there are only so many times he can possibly stand having to nurture you back to health. how many times has he held you - his arms unrelenting as he waits for you to say you feel better? you feel like you’re tying him down constantly. and yet, he treats you the same, no matter if it’s the hundredth time he’s seen you like this.

it makes you feel so incredibly guilty.

“yes. to both, if that’s what you’re asking.”

the slight hint of playfulness in his tone makes you genuinely smile a little. you truly believed him, and that is what made your heart ache so much. you wished you could be better for him. that it wasn’t currently the early hours of the morning and he’s having to console you. but he’s your immunity, after all. he’s once again restoring you.

“you can’t get rid of me.” he continues, and you feel his fingers tracing your back gently. it’s soothing, and you imagine he’s realized what you meant. “i will never get tired of you. i’m here for as long as you’re willing to have me. and if it were up to me-“

he makes it a point to look at you now. his gaze is almost intimidating.

megumi tends to avoid eye contact. you know he hates it. it’s cute, you’ve always thought. whenever you give him a compliment, his head seems to turn the complete opposite direction, probably hiding his pink-tinted cheeks. but, despite his reactions, he has never complained about your words. it makes you smile, knowing that you can get him flustered so easily.

it’s different when he does it to you, though. he’s not confrontational with words like how you sometimes are, but he’ll do unexpected things when it’s just you two. like eye contact. his gaze that’s only ever reserved for you.

that same gaze that will watch you with pure adoration. megumi, who will wipe your tears, no matter how bad it gets. who knows he will never willingly leave you. and he’ll gladly love you for as long as you let him.

everything about you is worth it to him.

“it would be, like i said, forever.”

#megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x you #megumi fluff #megumi imagine #megumi fanfic #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime x reader #anime #jjk gojo #jjk season 2 #jjk x you

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cottagecheese1 · 6 months

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A angst request where tony stark visiting his little sister reader in the hospital, stage 3 Leukemia cancer. Tony tells her about everything including being ironman and his team. Sister stark! reader gets to meet his team

Nice surprise

a/n- the end was a bit rushed but i am currently going through my drafts

Tony sat at his desk zeroed in on a mission a report that he’s set off to the side for weeks and weeks, not worried about if another shield agent called his phone asking for the mission report like some landlord begging for rent, but that was ok because Tony never really worried about much, the reasoning behind this was because he had pretty much all the money in the world to fix whatever issue that popped up. That was until that one call from the hospital when the doctor said his little sister had Cancer and there was pretty much nothing he could do about it except hope for the best. That was a problem money couldn’t fix, well he tried anyway, paying for all of the treatments known to mankind but still no positive result occurred.

When Tonys mind drifted to the thought of his sick little sister, FRIDAY suddenly came on “Mr. Stark you have a call from doctor Reyes” Tony suddenly shot up from his seat. That was your doctor, did something go wrong? What if something terrible happened to you? Tony took a deep breath and paced around the room.

“Put him on speaker friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark”

Suddenly the doctors familiar voice echoed around the room

“Mr. Stark I have good news and bad news about your sister” The doctor spoke firmly but Tony could hear the nervousness in his voice as the doctor spoke.

“Give me the good news first Reyes”

“Good news, we have been seeing improvements from the treatments, and we think if she can fight it off a little longer before she gets to stage four, we might be able to get most of the Cancerous cells out of her body before they spread even more.”

Tony sighed and smiled a little bit, he was glad there was going to be a little light in this situation, so that it would give him hope that the bad news wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.

“I am very relieved to hear that doctor Reyes, and what about the bad news?”

“Unfortunately, your sister has moved on to stage three leukemia cancer, and who knows how long until she gets to stage four, but we were hoping you could come in and visit her. She took the news pretty hard and has asked to see you all day today. I think it would make her day but we do not want to hassle you Mr. Stark, we know you are a busy man.”

As soon as the doctor said that you’ve asked to see him all day, Tony was already halfway putting his jacket on and out the office door, Tony quickly respond with “Thank you doctor Reyes, I will be there in about ten minutes”, once the call ended, Tony practically sprinted out the front doors of the compound, rushing to his car quickly.

When Tony pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he was able to gather himself again. As many times as he visited you, it was hard, harder than almost everything else he’s ever done or fought, but he had to have hope for you because Tony loved you with his whole heart, you’re some of his only family left, his rock, the one person that stuck beside him when everyone else left. He pretty much couldn’t live without you.

Tony checked into the hospital counter and signed his name on the visitor sheet, and made his way down the hallway, with a teddy bear in hand and since He’s visited you one too many times, he practically knows the hospital like the back of his hand.

Once Tony gets to your room and opens the door slowly, he sees you look at the direction of the door and you shoot up from your bed happily “Tony!! I missed you, what are you doing here?” Tony chuckled and bent down in front of your bed to give you a hug. “Hey kiddo, I just came by to see how you were doing, I missed you” Your mood seemed to drastically change when he said that. “Doctor Reyes told you to come didn’t he..” Tony stopped and sat down in the chair next to your bed and held your hand.

“Yes, yes he did but that does not mean I don’t want to see my favorite little sister, I love you okay?”

You seemed to crack a smile that made Tony's grin light up also “I’m your only little sister”, you responded with a bit of laughter in your voice

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

Silence seemed to take over the room as you finished up your multitude of questions for your brother, Tony seemed to have one of his own, he then asked “If you would want to do anything in the whole world, what would it be?” you smiled and pretended to have a pondering look on your face then answered “I probably would want to meet the avengers, especially Captain america and Iron man”, Tony perked up and grinned and looked around then back to you.

“Well, would you like to hear a really really awesome secret..but you can’t tell anybody okay?” You looked at your brother intently while he spoke and nodded your head quickly, eyebrows furrowed. “Tell me, tell me, I promise to keep it a secret”, Tony smiled then said

“I’m Iron man..”

You looked at him suspiciously and said “Nuh uh, prove it.”, Tony stood up and pushed a button that summoned the suit onto his body then quickly took it off, looking down at you while your eyes were widened in awestruck he spoke “Do you believe me now?”, you looked at him and questions started to flow out of your mouth.

“Does that mean your friends with the avengers?”

“Have you fought any monster aliens?”

“Do you know Captain America?”

“Have you been to space!?”

Tony laughed and pushed you gently so your back was resting against the bed “Yes, to all of those questions, but-”, Tony got cut off right in the middle of his sentence as a feminine voice interrupted “Um, I am so sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are now closed, if you would be kind enough to make yourself out, thank you”, Tony nodded and went over to your bed to give you a quick peck on your head and whisper something in your ear, and you seemed to nod excitedly at the information spilled to you.

The next day Tony had made arrangements to make a perfect visiting time and clear all of the other avengers schedules for you to meet them, he knew this would mean a lot to you and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure this was perfect.

Tony got to the hospital with two other cars following him, all the avengers known, packed in three cars and he couldn’t wait to see the smile on your face, Tony then spoke “I’m sorry I had to disturb anyone's plans, but I know this would mean a lot to my sister, she’s just a kid that got handed a rough hand”, Steve responded with a sympathetic look on his face and responded “it’s really no trouble Tony, we’ve all agreed that we would do anything just to make it a little bit better for her” the others around him seemed to nod in agreement “but still, thank you all”, Steve smiled back “anytime Stark”.

While walking into the hospital, and checking into the visitors sheet seemed to take twice as long, Tony knew the look on your face would all be worth it. As they all stood in front of the door to your room he opened it slowly and you popped up quickly.

“Tony! You’re back!”

“I am back, but I have some friends with me also”

You tilted your head, until room people walked through the door and you gasped with a wide grin on your face.

“Thank you Tony! You’re the best big brother ever, I love you so much”

Tony went over to hug you, and all the avengers watched in awe at how loving their boss could be, but soon enough they all sat next to you, ready to answer any questions that you may have had, and they all stayed until visiting time was over, while you were sad they had to leave as they gave you their goodbye hugs. The only person in the room left at the end was Tony, as he came over and sat next to you. You felt your eyes tear up and gave your brother a tight hug then spoke

“Thank you Tony, you really don’t know how much this means to me, I love you”

“I love you even more, but I always want you to know that I would travel the moon and back for you”

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seaadc · 4 months

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hello!!! if you’re up for this, can i request any genshin men with a reader who feels like a horrible person because of things they’ve done in the past? i have a guilt complex lmaoooooo (i say lmao but it’s agony) (PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WITH A GUILT COMPLEX PUT YOUR HANDS UPPPP)

also this is a complete side note but i think this concept would be especially interesting with wrio since he’s always in the fortress or meropide, seeing people who have done wrong everyday in the fairly normal system (by jail standards) they have down there

guilt | wriothesley x reader

OH GOD THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR A WHILE NOW IM SO SORRY MY NOTIFS ARE ALWAYS FILLED UP AND I DONT SEE ASKS ANYMOREEE T-T

angst w fluff at the end, soft!wrio, he’s comforting youu, gets a bit suggestive at the end, no pronouns used but reader is referred to as ‘my love’ and ‘princess’

it’s nothing to be concerned about really, if you were a criminal and probably rotting in the fortress of meropide for— archons knows how long, you would’ve just let your conscience be the death of you.

but you aren’t! your not sitting around and laying in the fortress of doom meropide, thank the archons.

though you can’t help but think if the seven are laughing at you, quite literally. your state isn’t so stable as it seems..

wriothesley, your partner, had called sigewinne ages ago to check on your health status. although it was all negative, the tests, the results, the examinations, all negative.

there wasn’t anything wrong with you, so why is there an aching pain in your stomach whenever your brain just relapses back to the past, the time where you had done such unforgiving sins, you couldn’t even do a whole statement word for word on what you had done to those poor victims.

one of them, someone special to you. someone special that you had lost because of your own carelessness, someone you had lost because you were being selfish, someone who you wished to cherish for a lifetime— though fate is mocking you unfortunately.

and the pain, the inkling pain deep inside that you cant ignore, it’s annoying. it’s frustrating. it’s … sad.

it’s a pity to see someone like you, a nice person who only wished to improve themselves and hope for a better future. yet it seems celestia didn’t approve.

your longtime partner, wriothesley, had been worried for you. ever since you met, you were always dozing off, not focusing, you looked uncomfortable yet he couldn’t pinpoint what was actually wrong.

it was starting to piss him off, really. the way you doze off when he talks to you, when you two spend time together and your too busy in your own little world to pay attention to him.

wriothesley had decided to sit you down, like what any partner would do when they encounter a misunderstanding or a mishap. communication is key after all.

he couldn’t ever forget the look on your face, the day where you looked at him with such pitiful eyes and regretful ones while he just stared back at you with a stern look.

he feels pity, wriothesley feels pity. someone like him shouldn’t, so what is this he feels?

“tell me what’s been bugging you for months, [name].” wriothesley takes a deep breath, then exhales as you sat there, fidgeting with your fingers. “i didnt get the chance to ask you back then, since it was your privacy after all, hm?” he spoke firmly, his voice laced with curiosity and the tone where he just wants to know the truth.

just tell him, it wouldn’t be so hard. he’s your partner after all, you have every right to tell him so. “[name], i’m doing this to help you. you’re someone extremely precious to me and i can’t help myself just seeing you look so lost.” wriothesley explains, sighing deeply as he waits for your response.

how would he react? he’s the all mighty scary wriothesley after all. he’s known to have less mercy and sympathy on others. why tell? you’ll just embarrass yourself, you thought to yourself.

but you couldn’t. you couldn’t keep a secret, especially towards him. if he was any other people, a stranger, you would’ve kept it till the end of your life. but he’s not just a stranger.

he’s your partner, your loved one, your everything. wriothesley is someone you can trust, someone you care for. is it really worth keeping a secret from him?

you took a deep breath, letting the air get past your nostrils. “i have.. committed alot of unforgettable things in the past, someone like you wouldn’t like. someone like you wouldn’t appreciate.” you confessed, looking down and avoiding your beloved’s longing stare.

wriothesley looks at you, tilting his head in confusion. you? doing things that he couldn’t possibly imagine? “ever since i’ve started to open up a new path to walk on, the guilt in my chest still pains me. it’s almost eating me whole.” you continue.

he smiles at you, not a happy smile, a faint sad smile. he’s quite joyful about how you were guilty, and not like any other person who wouldnt even feel the slightest bit of empathy to what they’ve done wrong in the past.

this is the [name] he fell inlove with. the honest, confident, firm, one. there was no denying that wriothesley was hopelessly inlove with you. and he finds it lovingly amusing.

“if you regret it, then it’s okay. you don’t have to be in debt of a thing you regret on doing. if you truly feel guilt, then it just means your improving and want to be a better person my love.” he smiles, standing up and walking over to your seat, crouching before you as you were forced to look at him.

wriothesley holds your chin, going up to caress your cheeks coated with a red flush. “it may be your fault or not, but there will always be a way to fight back the sins of the past. you can get through it, i know you can.”

“your the strong and confident lady i love after all, hm?” he says with a grin, which makes your already flustered enough face go even more red.

you smile tenderly as he continues to caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch as you hear him chuckle lowly. wriothesley stands up straight, his hand now on your head as he ruffles your soft and silky hair.

wriothesley smirks, a teasing one. which means he’s probably going to say something just to tease you and to lighten up the mood a bit. “besides, i’m the only one who’s allowed to eat you whole, princess.”

made by @seaadc and @seaadc only !!

laughinf bc i made this at exactly 1am LMFAOO (i’m mentally unstable)

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whimsiandwild · 5 months

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Pairing: Astarion x Female!reader; Former Gortash x Female!reader

Word Count: 1400

Triggers [PLEASE READ]: Mentions of past abuse, panic attacks, PTSD, verbal abuse, implied non-consensual, hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end.

A/N [PLEASE READ]: So, this is coming from a very personal place upon some revelations I've had today. It's heavy so please don't feel obligated to read it. And please, please don't read it if you are triggered by any of the above; I know how hard it is to deal with this stuff on a daily basis and never want to be the cause for anyone. To anyone who does read it, thank you <3

“Tav, are you alrighht? What’s wrong?”

Icy fingers on your shoulder made you jump, grabbing the offending limb and shoving it off. Spinning around, Astarion grabbed the top of your arms to still you. The concern on his face had never been more genuine.

“Darling, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes and he frowned, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers as he led the party into Wrym’s Rock. He knew something was wrong, and that it had something to do with the man you’d all been summoned by, he just didn’t know why. Gods, you’d always hoped you’d never have to tell him.

There had been telltale signs that he’d recognised as the two of you grew closer, similar things that occurred in him when a particularly awful memory of Cazador resurfaced. He’d asked about it, but you’d always told him it was nothing. Just a bad memory you didn’t need to dwell on. And you hadn’t, not really. Sure, the trauma attached was still there but you could handle it, you had for years. But then you’d seen him before the fight with Ketheric Thorm. A man you’d hoped to never see again, now being ordained archduke of Baldur’s Gate.

The guards showed you into the ceremony hall, your hand sweating in Astarion’s grip as you began the long walk down the aisle; it felt like a lifetime, a force beyond your control forcing your legs to move. You couldn’t look up, feeling bile rise in your throat as you stared at the carpet. Everything you’d worked so hard to forget was coming back to hit you full force. You wanted to hurl, and cry, and scream, and run away. Mostly, you wanted to hurt him. Hurt him the way he’d constantly hurt you, but you knew that was a line you’d never be able to cross.

“Well, well, well. Look what’s been dragged back into my home.”

Your legs almost gave out beneath you, his voice still as charming and alluring as ever, your free hand clinging to your vampire’s shirt sleeve. Astarion had become more than a little concerned by this point, Lae’zel and Gale flanking the two of you.

“Still as ignorant and disobedient as ever,” he scoffed, and you felt Astarion tense beside you, your grip only tightening in an attempt to keep him by your side. “Look at me when I’m speaking!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your head snapped up and you were staring into the all too familiar eyes of Enver Gortash. Still handsome as ever, and with that vicious glint in his eyes that always occurred when he looked at you, at his property.

He’d been Enver Flymm when you’d first met him. He hadn’t been the most loving of partner’s, but he showed it… in his own way. Soon, however, he got lost. Then Enver Gortash was born. An abusive tyrant who had put you through hell until you’d finally managed to escape. You could still remember that nigt. The way your wrists had bled as you’d tried desperately to break free of your restraints, the painful swelling around your eye and the deep gashes along your legs. The scars seemed to flame against your skin at the memory.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t breathe. Why was breathing so hard? How was everyone so seemingly fine? Astarion was staring at you in bewilderment, worry etched into his furrowed brow. You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of the words to convey the fear that was threatening to bubble over any minute and make you run screaming.

“Your manners clearly need improvement,” Gortash sneered, his hard, cold gaze never leaving your cowering figure. “Now, it seems we all have some things to discuss, regarding all this ridiculous Absolute business. However, I have a ceremony to begin. You will stay and watch, won’t you, kitten?”

The use of the old pet name he’d used to degrade you was enough to finally break your resolve. Bursting into tears, the last thing you saw as your companions dragged you away was his smug, arrogant smile.

His hands were everywhere. You tugged at your hands but, as always, the bonds were tight and unbreakable. Panic began to flood your veins as he grabbed at you too tightly, bit too harshly, moved your body too roughly. And there was nothing you could do but lay there and let it happen.

“I don’t see why you’re being so difficult, kitten. You’re normally much more compliant.”

Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and wet your hair, shaking your head in denial. He was lying, you knew he was, but it still caused the same guilt and shame to flare up it always did. He was always so good at making you believe you were the problem, the one who’d done wrong. He’d done it so many time you almost believed him.

With a sharp tug at both your knees, he spread your legs as wide as he could, the sudden jolt of pain shooting up your thighs making you cry out in agony. One hand freed a leg but you weren’t brave enough to move it back. He used his now free hand to run against your core, smirking as he glanced in satisfaction at the slick on his fingers.

“You filthy little bitch. All this protesting and you’re already dying to have me.”

“Enver,” you begged, your lip trembling as he towered over you suddenly. “Please don’t.”

“Shut up!” he shouted, making you flinch and look away. He gripped your chin and forced your tearful eyes to stare at him. “You’ll take it, and you’ll enjoy it.”

You struggled against him as he lined himself up, screaming as he entered you with no care in the world for your wellbeing…

The screaming got louder and louder to your ears until you realised you’d screamed yourself awake, along with your poor partner. Astarion was bewildered as his hands cupped your wet face in an attempt to calm you. You were panting by the time you’d realised you’d been dreaming, your heart close to breaking out of your chest.

“Darling, what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Oh gods… he…. he-!”

You sobbed into your hands, unable to finish your sentence as he cradled you, embracing you for however long you needed him to. Eventually your tears stopped falling, though the ache in your chest wouldn’t fade, no matter how hard you tried to rid yourself of it.

Astarion was more quiet and patient than you’d ever remembered seeing him. He was clearly deep in thought, and you didn’t want to disturb him. Instead, you wrapped yourself around him and enveloped yourself in every aspect that was him. He was your safe space, and you needed to relish in that right now.

“I have to ask, darling,” he said quietly after a long while. “This Gortash,” He all but spat the word. “Did he… did he treat you as Cazador treated me?”

Nodding, you buried your face into his chest as his grip on you tightened. You were relieved he hadn’t asked you to elaborate; you didn’t think you’d ever be able to speak out loud the horrendous things that man had done.

“Tav, please know this, and know it to be true,” His fingers tilted your chin so you were gazing into his liquid crimson eyes. “If he comes near you again, if he merely looks at you, I will rip him to pieces, revive him, and do it all over again. You never need to tell me details; I’m sure I can understand well enough; but know I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. I… I love you, darling.”

Breaking down, you let him hold you for the rest of the night, your head on his chest as he comforted you with words of love and soft touches. Sniffing, you dried your face, and sat up on your elbows, staring down at him.

“I… thank you, Astarion,” you whispered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He said nothing, just flashing you that charming smile of his before he pulled you back to him, holding onto you like his livelihood may depend on it. You stayed like this for as long as time would allow, and you’d never felt safer.

#TW: ABUSE #CW:ABUSE #PLEASE READ TRIGGERS #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #enver gortash #lord gortash #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #gortash x reader #gortash x tav #gortash x you

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vrisrezis · 5 months

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OMG I REALLY LIKE YOUR YAN!GETO AND GOJO HEADCANONS!! If you don't mind can I please request a yan!itadori? No pressure btw

Have a good night/day!

THANK UUU!!! Yan yuuji is sooo cute I love him :0 (featuring Sukuna lol)

Yan! Yuuji who would never kill somebody ….. not unless you asked him to of course…

Yan! Yuuji who’s disgusted by killing, especially to innocent people, but even to bad people… unless they’ve wronged you.. they deserve a fate much… much worse than death

Yan! Yuuji who is like a loyal dog .. that’s the best way to describe him tbh

Yan! Yuuji who loves to make you laugh, if he doesn’t make you laugh everyday he feels like he’s failed, like he’s nothing more than a pathetic weasel.

Yan! Yuuji who loves buying you gifts!!! Nonstop!!!! He will never stop… he believes no matter what you say, you deserve it. :}

Yan! Yuuji who does NOT budget money for himself bruh he be wasting all his money on you… he’d rather buy you something than feed himself (megumi is very worried abt him)

Yan! Yuuji who always lifts you up… he’s so sweet

Yan! Yuuji who loves sharing his clothes with you… you look cute with his clothes on… also it feels like you’re his

Yan! Yuuji who is terrifying when your life is threatened like even sukuna backs off … “he’s like … Jesus Christ wtf … what happened brat…” he’s like when junpei died cuz of mahito but so much worse

Yan! Yuuji who would blame himself if anything happened to you… would probably just tell you to kill him for being so terrible and he absolutely means it

Yan! Yuuji has strong feelings in terms of wanting to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, even if you’re stronger than him. Due to this fact he really beats himself up if he can’t protect you.. even if you only get slightly hurt,

Yan! Yuuji who is protective but not isolating. He loves seeing you get along with other people, and he doesn’t expect you to return his devoted feelings. He wants you happy above all else, even if that meant you’re with somebody else. But he still makes it known to you you’re everything to him.

Yan! Yuuji who would absolutely kill anyone that broke your heart though. He will straight up be your exes best friend when you’re dating them cause they make you happy, but once he sees the signs of them making you unhappy and miserable, he waits till you break up and goes in for the kill.

Yan! Yuuji who also notices a lot of toxic traits so he also recognizes his own, so he’s constantly trying to improve his behavior around you..

Despite this fact probably sees killing for you as a good thing cause it’s getting rid of those that put you at risk or in distress

Probably tries to form a pact with sukuna to make sure sukuna doesn’t hurt you, as well.

And Yan! Yuuji who would do anything to have that pact with sukuna cuz holy

Yan! Yuuji who, even if you aren’t dating, tells you how much he loves you constantly. He doesn’t bother hiding his feelings unless he thinks you’d be uncomfortable by them.

Yan! Yuuji who probably falls more in love if you get him to open up to you (esp post shibuya …) you’re so loving.. so trusting … so kind …

Yan! Yuuji who would be delighted to date you, but wouldn’t force it on you. It would come naturally, with you genuinely liking him.

Yan! Yuuji is a lovely boyfriend as well and the gifts, the protectiveness, increased tenfold but he tries not to be too overbearing (he is, but he still won’t isolate you from people)

Yan! Yuuji who just grumbles when sukuna teases him for his devotion towards you.. trying to get sukuna to shut up when sukuna starts talking in grave detail to you about how yuuji stalks the hell outta you

Yan! Yuuji totally stalks you but he’s not as bad as a lot of other yanderes so it’s just a short mention tbh

Yan! Yuuji who already wants to get married ..

Yan! Yuuji who is very clingy and very affectionate … constant kisses and cuddles for real

Yan! Yuuji who’s just a sweet boy … would really just do anything for your love and approval..

#yuuji x reader #yuuji x you #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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wttcsms · 1 year

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“she fell first, but he fell harder” with any inarizaki boy of your liking please! 🩵 have a good day~

pairing rintarou suna x f!reader word count 2.6k content contains mutual pining, tutor!au, right person/wrong time, bittersweet ending, unrequited love, slight angst author’s notes maybe not what u anticipated hehe

You don’t look up from your book even though the slamming of a bookbag on top of the table obnoxiously announces the arrival of another student, one who’s obviously going to take the seat next to yours.

“Hey—” So it’s a boy then.

“—can I ask you for a favor?”

Now you look up, partially annoyed that he’s interrupted you while you were in the middle of reading a particularly interesting paragraph, but more curious than not. You tilt your head, taking him in. Of course, you know Rintarou Suna — it’s hard for any student in the school not to know him. But just because you’re aware of his existence — and if you dare to allow yourself to be bold enough, you think he’s aware of your own — doesn’t exactly make the two of you chummy enough to ask each other for favors on a Tuesday morning.

You must have a bad poker face because he raises both hands in mock surrender. “Look, just hear me out. I need to pass this English class or my coach and captain won’t sign off on allowing me to play in the next few matches. I’ve seen the rankings; you’re top of our class. You know this shit a lot better than I do.”

A beat passes.

Two startling and equally scary revelations:

Now that you’re finally seeing him up close, Suna’s eyes are a much lighter shade than you thought they were. (Not that you’ve given his eyes much thought up until now, anyway.) It suits him. And,

Suna is absolutely aware of your existence.

“I’ll owe you one.” He says, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He’s playing at being nonchalant, but you can see it in those lighter-than-you-thought eyes of his that he’s practically pleading with you.

“I want you to convince Atsumu Miya to do an interview for the school paper.” You finally say.

Raised eyebrows is the closest thing you’ll get to seeing emotion on his face, you think. “Done.” And then, “Why Atsumu?”

“He’s not an easy person to get a hold of, but I know being the first person to ever interview him will probably mean something in the future.”

He nods, taking it in. “So it’s not because you’ve got a crush on him?”

You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not; his voice and facial expression give nothing away. Shifting a bit in your seat, you frown. “No. His bad dye job makes him an eyesore.”

The corners of Suna’s mouth curve up at that.

ii.

“I didn’t know you wrote for the school paper,” Suna says.

“I’m the president of the club.” You push a paper covered in red pen marks, all of them corrections and criticisms against him. “Suna, we’ve been going at this for almost two weeks now. How have you barely improved?”

“Maybe you’re just not a good tutor.” You can read him well enough to know that he’s only joking. “You wanna be a journalist or somethin’?”

“Don’t try to change the subject. At least pretend to look over your paper.” Sighing because you know he won’t actually do anything unless you appease him, you shrug. “I want to be a sports reporter.”

“So that’s why you were so excited to meet with Atsumu!” You don’t expect him to actually be invested in your life, but you excuse his exclamation as him being bored out of his mind and savoring any distraction he can get.

The idea of being just a pleasant distraction from the pain of schoolwork makes you feel weird.

iii.

As you near the two-month mark since your tutoring sessions began, you make progress with Suna. He’s funnier than you realize, both of you sharing the same dry sense of humor that has jokes that can only properly be delivered if you say it with a straight face. He’s shown you about 200 of the images and videos cluttering his camera roll, and you pretend there’s no intimacy in that. His grades in English have substantially gotten better, to the point where you’re certain one day he’s going to decide that he doesn’t need tutoring anymore.

(For some reason, that makes you kind of sad.)

For now, you’re content to just be sitting next to him, both of you silently working on your assignments. He’s rewriting his essay due tomorrow (he’s a bit of a procrastinator, really) and you on your latest article for the school paper. The silence in the library — the silence wrapping the two of you together — is surprisingly comfortable.

Sometimes, Suna can’t make it to the tutoring sessions, and you pretend that it doesn’t matter. You just shrug and smile and move on. After the third time he does, he confesses that it’s because he’s seeing someone.

We’re just talking, he tells you. But you know that he must really like her because Suna doesn’t usually waste his breath talking about things he doesn’t care to talk about. He’s the one who brought her up completely unprompted. You actually would have been more than okay with remaining completely oblivious to whoever Suna decides to enter the talking stage with.

He yawns, stretching his arms while he does so.

It should be illegal, you decide, for someone so out of reach to still be so close to you. If you shifted your body back against your chair, nothing would stop the inevitability of his outstretched fingers brushing against your hair. The thought of that happening makes you far more excited than it should.

(He never tells you when they stop talking, but you know when they do because somewhere in between all these tutoring sessions, you started to learn him.)

iv.

“You really think I’m just messin’ around?” He’s got his elbow resting on the library table, cheek and chin laying against the open palm of his hand. When Suna smiles, it’s a little crooked, almost like a smirk, yet warm enough to cause heat to rise to your cheeks, especially when he’s smiling and staring at you like that, like you’re the one person he actually wants to see.

“You’re always messing around,” You point out.

“I wouldn’t joke about this.” There’s that familiar pleading look in his eyes that contains enough superhuman strength to pound away at your steely resolve. It’s the same look he gave you all those months ago when you two were nothing more than classmates exchanging favors. It’s the same damn look that got you caught up in all sorts of messes: rearranging your schedule to tutor him, suddenly spending more time making sure you look good for school, rejecting the other guy who first asked you the same question Suna’s asking now…

“I’m serious. Please go to the dance with me.”

“You didn’t even give me chocolate or flowers.” You manage to say, trying to ignore the pleased sensation that overtakes your body. It’s a different reaction from what you felt when your other classmate asked, and he at least had the decency to bring you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he did it. “This doesn’t seem like a very serious request.”

He snorts. “Would you have even wanted me to show up to homeroom with a poster and a bouquet and the twins serenading you as I asked you to a school dance?”

He knows you well enough that an extravagant proposal like that would have you wanting to run into the nearest bathroom stall and lock yourself in there until school ended. The fact that he knows you would hate anything remotely close to that, less dramatic or not, makes you agree to go with him.

(Perhaps he’s spent these tutoring sessions learning you, as well.)

“Hey!”

You turn around at the sound of a familiar voice, smiling when he comes into view. Donned in the same oversized gown, graduation cap hanging from one hand, Rintarou Suna is smiling back at you.

“Knew you would graduate top of our class. Congratulations.”

“And you were ranked within the top twenty. Being a volleyball star just wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

It feels good to be out here, freshly graduated and knowing the rest of the world is out there, just beyond the boundaries of your high school. The heat is getting the best of everyone wearing the thick graduation gowns, but instead of looking like a sweaty mess like the rest of you mere mortals, Rintarou just seems to shine, as if he’s made for summer. His hair sticks up, probably an effect of being stuffed in the cap for so long, and you find yourself pressing down on his hair. This isn’t the first time you’ve tried to help him tame his cowlick, and the action is so familiar, that it doesn’t even catch him off guard.

“My tutor carried.” He says, grinning at you.

(You feel considerably warmer now, and it’s not because of the sun.)

The laugh you give him makes his grin only grow wider. You sound equal parts pleased and surprised, just like how you always do whenever he decides to randomly compliment you. Is it bad that he wants to make you laugh like this for the rest of his life?

Before he can make a proper quip, one that will surely have you laughing even harder, someone is gently tugging you away from him.

“Hey, babe, my parents wanted to get pictures of us together.” And then, as if realizing Suna’s right there even though he’s tall enough to be hard to miss and close enough to tug you back towards him, the boy stares at him. “Oh, hey. Suna, right?”

Everyone here pretends as if it’s not already obvious that you all know each other.

“Congrats on nationals, man.”

“Thanks.” Suna says, without sounding the least bit thankful, even though he should be. He thought the two of you broke up already, and he’s been preparing for how he’s going to confess his feelings for you for the past two months now. At least now, he won’t have to suffer your rejection and embarrass himself for making a move on a taken girl.

“C’mon, my mom’s going to hate us if we keep her waiting any longer.” Your boyfriend is holding your hand, leading you toward wherever his parents are. You turn your head, looking like you want to say something to Rintarou, anything at all, but instead you give him a shrug and a small smile.

He keeps that smile of yours tucked safely in his pocket, not knowing that it’ll be a few more years until he gets to see it again.

vi.

Staying in touch is hard, but Suna is nothing if not stubborn. A random TikTok sent to you at 2 AM here, an attempt to meet for lunch if the two of you are in the same city at the same time there.

Getting drunk from your high school reunion and sneaking into the library the two of you spent the better half of your high school years pining after each other in is the most fun Suna’s had in years. The two of you are lying on the plush carpet, too drunk to care about how dirty it must be.

“Gosh, we spent so much time in this place.” You’re looking up at the ceiling, tacky glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to it, remnants left behind by students who graduated way before you two.

“Some of the happiest times of my life.” He’s being too honest without realizing it.

You laugh, thinking he’s just joking because you always think he’s joking every time he tries to hint at his feelings for you. Feelings that didn’t hit him until he realized how pretty you are, even with your hair tied back and your bottom lip being bitten to death by your teeth as you type away at an article none of the students in this school will even bother to read. Feelings that he wished he confessed to you on the dancefloor, when the two of you slow danced, and you asked him are we doing this as friends? and he didn’t have the balls to say anything but of course it’s as friends.

“Yeah, I bet having me roast the shit out of every paper you wrote was the highlight of your second year.”

“It’s because it was you doing it that made me so happy.”

You laugh even louder at that. “Oh my God, Rin, you’re such a sap when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not just sayin’ shit just to say it, y’know? I mean it.” He tries his hardest to make the sincerity in his words stick, but he’s drunk, and his words are kind of slurred, and his intentions just slip and slide away. “I liked you back then.” Still do, he doesn’t say. I still like you.

“No way, really?” You turn to face him, wide-eyed with a tipsy smile on your face that lets him know that you just don’t know how serious he is right now. “Because I had the biggest crush on you in high school too!”

He always assumed the feelings were returned, but the possibility that they weren’t — that him confessing would just fuck up your friendship and have you leave him — was too large for him to risk it. Swallowing hard, he asks,

“Did you… Did you ever think we would end up together? Back then, I mean?”

You hum, too inebriated and maybe too distant to him now to recognize the pleading look in his eyes. “I wanted us to, but then I thought there wasn’t a chance in hell you would actually like me back. Gosh, this was all so long ago, though. I can’t believe we used to like each other, isn’t that so funny, Rin?”

The used to reveals enough to him.

vii.

You’ve made a name for yourself now. You’re not just a mere sports reporter (he doesn’t know that he’s the first person you confessed your dream career to), but every professional volleyball team in Japan has deemed you their favorite reporter to see out on court. Rintarou blames the fluttering of his heart and the excitement that floods him every time he sees you at one of his games on your popularity, but he sees through his own flimsy excuse.

You don’t show favoritism when it comes to conducting your post-game interviews, but tonight, you’re standing in front of the camera with him, smiling up at him with a microphone in your hand. He’s happy you’re here, but the only question he cares to answer is the what if? that’s been haunting him ever since that reunion. What if he confessed in high school? What if he sobered up after that night and told you the truth? Would this interview be different, then? Would you still say,

“Congratulations on a game well played!”

And would he still say,

“I heard some more congratulations are in order.” He’s giving you the same lopsided smile he always gives you, the smile that rests on his face yet belongs to only you. It’s all anyone could talk about. Pictures of you flood his timeline; his teammates, other players, and sports fans alike all were overjoyed at your happy announcement. You didn’t just win his heart over, but a good portion of Japan’s as well.

“Congratulations on your engagement.”

You smile at him, practically beaming, shining so much brighter than these stadium lights, and he holds onto this one even tighter. A smile just for him, placed right next to the memory of the one you’d given him at graduation.

#suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #rintarou suna x reader #hq x reader #fluff #one shot #drabble #angst #imagine #hq fanfic #wttcsms writing warmups

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Not Enough [Zhongli & Diluc]

Wow, where do I even start? I wanted to write in September but I drowned in uni work lmao. Y'all want a secret? I really don't like uni ARG. I'm finishing my semester then I'll be working full time as a barista, so I'll be able to focus on stuff that I truly love! If you've sent me stuff in my inbox, I'm slowly working on clearing it, I'm so sorry ;;;;

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Warning: Established relationship with both, mention of injuries, angst to comfort

Part 1 [Xiao & Venti]

Part 2 [Kazuha & Albedo]

Zhongli

When Lumine arrived in Liyue, you felt so small compared to her. She did not have a vision, but somehow, she was still able to wield geo power. How cool was that? Well, you first thought it was amazing! But quickly, you realized how small you felt, by her side. What could a simple, visionless adventurer like you do to catch the eyes of the people around you. Even your friends were starting to forget about you. Before, they would always ask you about your commissions and adventures but now… They were only talking about the blonde traveler.

-Y/N! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!; one of your friends said, taking you by the arm. This brought you back to earth.

You blinked a few times and shook your head quickly to chase all those thoughts. Then, you gently freed your arm from your friend’s arm before saying:

-I’m sorry, I can’t come today I-

-Oh right, another said. You’ve got some commissions or training to do huh? Again?

-Well, yes! I still need to imp-

-To improve, bla bla bla, we know Y/N. But don’t you think you’re losing your time?

-I… I’m sorry? ; you asked, taken aback by their words.

-Well yeah- You keep trying, but we all know that you will always be a burden to Lumine. So we think you’re just wasting your time.

-Hey! We said we wouldn’t tell them about it! Anyway, the first said with a sigh, we should go or we’re really going to be late.

Their words were still echoing in your ears, and you were too numb to react as they walked away. Yet, without realizing it, you made your way to the guild for your daily work.

Two days had almost passed since this incident. Zhongli hadn’t heard from you since and worry was starting to grow in his stomach. Yet, he sipped his tea to calm himself down, his gaze looking over the harbour. Maybe you were just late for the date you two had settled? It wouldn’t be the first it happened… He knew that you had the tendency to overwork yourself after all. As he was lost in his thoughts, familiar figures walked by. Weren’t those your friends? Well, he got up to ask them if they knew about your whereabouts.

-Excuse me, have you seen Y/N by any chance? We were supposed to meet an hour ago, but they have yet to arrive.

-We know that they left on a commission this Wednesday, but that’s all. We don’t know where or what the commission was. ; the first said.

-And to be honest Mister Zhongli, our last conversation with them didn’t end quite well because of someone! ; claimed the second, glaring at their friend.

But their bickering quickly came to an end as they felt Zhongli cold eyes on them. It almost felt as if he was crushing them with his golden irises.

-If anything happened to Y/N, I’ll make sure you t-

-Zhongli! ; a new voice shouted.

The ex geo-archon already knew that Lumine was worried, he was able to hear it in her voice. When he turned around, his doubts were confirmed as he saw Lumine’s and Paimon’s faces. They both seemed worried and panicked.

-What’s wrong? ; he asked.

-It’s about Y/N! Katheryne said they haven’t come back yet, so they gave me the commission details. We should go check on them, now.

Zhongli simply nodded, as he felt a lump in his throat, preventing him from talking. But before he ran away with the Traveler, he shot one last glare at your “friends”, who wanted nothing but to disappear at this moment.

You had been in a half-conscious state for the last day. You had fought treasure hoarders before, but this time, they were a lot. They easily outnumbered you and without the help of a vision, potioneers only had to throw one bottle at you to knock you out. You couldn’t see them properly, everything was blurry and you couldn’t move from the dizziness. But you were still able to hear their muffled voices.

-They don’t seem to have anything valuable on them… They don’t even have a vision.

-Their weapon is quite old too. We’ll be lucky if we even get 200 Mora selling it.

-What should we do with them? Leave them here?

-We’ll let the boss decide…

Then, they all started screaming and you heard weapons clashing. Fear washed over you; “I’m going to die” was all you could think, as you succumbed to the darkness.

-Don’t worry my dears, they will wake up anytime soon, a voice said. They’ll need to rest for a while, but they’re not fatally hurt.

Was it Madame Ping’s voice?

-Thank you, Madame Ping, a new voice said. Was it Zhongli?

As if on cue, you slowly opened your eyes, only to screw them shut again as the light made your headache worse.

-Y/N!!

That was both Zhongli’s and Lumine’s voice. They seemed… Relieved? But even as they seemed relieved to see you awake, tears managed to escape your eyes.

-Y/N? My love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? , your lover asked.

-N-No… It’s just, you started. It’s just… I’m sorry for being a burden.

As the last words left your lips, you started sobbing uncontrollably. You thought Zhongli and Lumine were going to be mad at you; you thought that you didn’t deserve to cry because of how weak you were. But Zhongli gently wrapped his arms around your body and drew you closer. You managed to open your eyes, to see Lumine kindly smiling at you.

-Please, don’t say that, she said. I’m glad to have you as a partner!

-Y/N, my love, Zhongli then said. You’re not a burden. It hurt to see you thinking this of yourself. But you’re not a burden. I love you, and I don’t know what I’d be without your help. Thank you for being here, my love.

Diluc

-Can I come with you tonight? , you asked Diluc, your husband, as he was getting ready to leave the manor for the day.

-I’m sorry love, but I don’t think it’s a good idea, he said while he finished tying his ponytail.

Even if you understood what his duties as the Darknight Hero were quite dangerous, you wished you could accompany him. At least just for one mission, just to see how it was and to feel helpful to him. Yet, you simply nodded and said a quiet “it’s okay, I understand”. Diluc looked at you with a small smile and kissed you on the cheek quickly before leaving. And once again, you were alone in the cold manor.

When you woke up the next morning, the other side of the bed was still untouched. Well, Diluc didn’t come back last night you thought to yourself with a bitter taste in your mouth. He’d probably come back later today. So you went about your day in the empty manor. Sure, there were some maids and butlers here and there, you they were all busy working and cleaning.

And this gave you an idea. Maybe you could clean Diluc’s office while he was gone, no? He had been complaining about the mess and papers slowly gathering on his wooden desk. Yet, he didn’t let anyone but you in his office, because he didn’t want them to mess with his papers. But you… You knew which documents were important and were to put them. Surely your husband wouldn’t mind! So you made your way to the office, a small smile on your lips.

Hours had passed and the Sun was already starting to set. You looked around the office with a satisfied smile on your face. The window was opened, and fresh air made its way in the room that is usually sealed. The desk, which was previously covered under piles of documents and dust was now visible and cleaned. The papers had been put in a chest that Diluc used to store them. Only a document, on which he was working on, remained on the wooden surface.

-Y/N? , his voice called from the front door. I’m back.

-I’m in your office! , you answered.

You heard his footsteps making their way to the room where you stood. Diluc finally appeared and you exclaimed “Tadaaa!” as he took a look around.

-So? What do you think? It’ll be easier to work now that your desk is cleared, no? , you said with a proud smile on your face.

-Well, I can’t say the opposite, he laughed a bit. He truly looked happy as he walked to his desks. There, he frowned as he saw the two documents sitting on his desk.

-Hey Y/N, where’s the document on the current situation?

-Oh, it’s probably in the chest, you said as you opened it. They’re all in alphabetical order!

Diluc crouched down to look at all the documents. A worried look started to appear on his face and worry started to grow in your stomach as his expression changed.

-Diluc? , you asked quietly.

-It’s not there, Y/N.

-What? But if it’s not on the desk, it should be there!

-Did you throw it away? , he asked with an accusing tone.

-No! I didn’t throw anything!

Diluc sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was clearly annoyed.

-I want you to find it now. Aether and I found something and I need the document now to confirm it’s linked to our case. Archons, you shouldn’t have touched anything, I’m losing my time with you.

As the words left his mouth, he turned around. He was ready to leave to continue his mission, ignoring your pained emotion and tears building in your eyes.

-Diluc! , Aether called as he saw his “co-worker” arriving to their meeting point.

-I’m done with the case’s document. I’ve noted everything we found today, the blond said.

Hearing this and seeing the document that Aether was holding in his hands, Diluc froze in place. He didn’t move, which worried Aether.

-Diluc? Is everything ok? , he asked.

Diluc shook his head as he took the papers that were handed to him with a shaking hand. He swallowed the painful lump that was blocking his throat before speaking:

-I just got in an argument with Y/N. I… I thought they had thrown the document away.

The red haired pushed the document back in Aether’s hands before running away. Aether didn’t say anything, he knew that Diluc was feeling horrible.

-Y/N? I-I’m home, he called as he opened the door of your shared bedroom.

But the whole room was dark, and you were nowhere to be found. He had looked all over the manor already and he was unable to find you. Where were you?? As panic started to take control of Diluc’s brain, he noticed movement outside. There, sitting at one of the tables of the winery. He quickly grabbed a blanket and made his way outside.

-You’ll get sick if you stay out in the cold dear, he said has he gently put the blanket on your shoulders.

-So what? , you asked. You didn’t notice it, but you drew the blanket closer to get some warmth. Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I were sick? Or even gone? So that you wouldn’t lose your time with me anymore

-Y/N, please… Don’t say that. I don’t want you gone, I don’t want you sick. What I said was a mistake. A terrible mistake, I… I’m sorry my love.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks and a quiet sob left your lips.

-I’m sorry Diluc, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.

-Sshh, love, you’re more than enough. I understand if you’re mad at me, you have every right but… I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry that I lost my temper earlier. I love you, and I can’t imagine my life with you.

-You promise?

-I promise… But now let’s get you inside, or you’ll get sick, he said before carrying you bridal style.

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You change your look and Eddie notices

What you wouldn't give to have Eddie Munson notice you. Well he noticed you, but not in that way.

You weren’t exactly friends with Eddie, but after having shared a few classes this year and assigned seats next to each other in English, you’d become very close…acquaintances. At least that’s how you’d describe your relationship with Eddie.

You and Eddie talked a lot in class. And sure, you came to know some pretty personal things about the other, but it’s not like you were ever seen together outside of class.

Would you have liked to? The answer would have unequivocally been yes, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. Did he show some signs that might have indicated otherwise? Possibly.

He casually touched your hand or arm or shoulder on multiple occasions. He whispered jokes in your ear in class a few times. He always complimented the doodles you made in the margins of your notebook. And he even invited you to come see his band play, but in such a nonchalant way you never thought he was serious.

Even then, you reasoned that he was just the kind of guy that had a flirty personality. It wasn’t special for you. There’s no way he could ever like you back. No one ever did.

And it was obvious he had the hots for Chrissy Cunningham. For someone so vocally against the system, he sure did stand in line with every other guy in school to crush on Hawkins High’s head cheerleader.

Chrissy was a sweet girl though. You didn’t know her well, but you had a class with her last year and heard a few stories about her. She seemed nice enough. She was always kind to others and kept to herself for the most part. Who wouldn’t like a girl like that?

You hold nothing against her, but when you face the facts, you know you’re nothing like her.

You’re not girly and sweet in the same way she is. You’re not petite and cute the way she is. And you’re definitely not some heaven sent angel Eddie and every other boy at school make her out to be. Which explains why Eddie could never look at you the way he looks at her.

If you were honest, you know Eddie and Chrissy would be a cute couple together, especially in that opposites attract kind of way. But that leaves you where you’ve always been: alone.

You knew you weren’t a princess, but you weren’t exactly a brain or an athlete or a criminal or a basket case either.

Who were you? You were still figuring it out for yourself, but one thing you knew for sure was that you weren’t wanted.

Sometimes it’s easy to act like it doesn’t bother you. Like you prefer to be alone, which most times you do, but other times you don’t.

It hurts to not be chosen. It hurts to not be desired. It hurts to be rejected. So it’s safer to pretend like you don’t even want it at all. Like you don’t even care.

But when everyone in your friend group is in a relationship or has already been in one before except you, that was the last straw.

Was something wrong with you? Was there some big sign on your forehead everyone else saw but you saying please run away? You’d had crushes before but they always ended up with someone else or only ever seeing you as a friend

Something had to give.

But what could you do? Put on some coy flirtatious act? Maybe. It would be challenging, but would it even be genuine?

You could try putting yourself out there a bit more. That could be a start.

Maybe you could do what Sandy did in your favorite movie, Grease. Yes it was cliche and very extreme, but a little makeover here and there might help.

And suddenly you had a plan. A plan to get peoples attention? Not exactly. But more like a plan to find yourself, improve your confidence, and hopefully… attract the right people from that point on.

So you put your plan into action. Day by day you made a small change. One day you started wearing mascara. The next you tried talking to the cute boy next to you in the lunch line.

As then days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you became utterly unrecognizable.

Your hair was down. You even cut it and dyed it a darker color. You wore more makeup. Sometimes you wore red lipstick or eyeliner or did a Smokey eyeshadow look.

You wore darker, more form fitting clothes. You sometimes wore leather pants. You wore more jewelry along your ears, neck, wrists, and fingers. You even started wearing more dresses and skirts. Sometimes you’d even compliment your outfits with a pair of fishnet tights underneath.

You still had your glasses and that bad habit of biting your lip a little too hard when you were concentrating. But now you stood a little taller, back arched and chest protruding.

Your hips swayed when you walked. You smiled more. You talked slower and with a slightly higher pitch in your voice. You even made direct eye contact.

Pretty soon, boys from the basketball team started flirting with you. Boys in the school band would get nervous around you. Boys in your classes would wink at you when passing a paper back.

People would glance at you in the hall or at lunch. Some would smile and a few would even check you out.

Boys would pass notes with you in class or give you their number when they saw you studying alone in the library.

You got asked out on several dates which was more than you were even expecting.

For kicks, you took a few guys up on the offer. You went out for ice cream with a tuba player from the schools band. You went to watch the newest sci-fi movie with a boy from mathletes. You even got taken out to dinner once by a boy on the swim team.

But after so many dates, it turned out a lot of the boys at school you once had a crush on or were even remotely interested were actually boring or mean or just not that good of a fit.

You could admit, the attention was nice. And the experience was giving you confidence. But at the the end of the day, the only boy in school you wanted the time of day from was still uninterested.

But at least after all was said and done, that shy lonely girl was long gone. Or so you thought.

One day, you decided to take Eddie up on one of his promises to sell you discounted weed.

You met him up after school in the woods in that clearing behind the school’s track and field.

That day, you wore a bit more makeup than usual. Not for him though. You just had plans to go out with your friends and this was a pit stop along the way.

“Wow, you look…” he says as he scans your body. You were wearing a maroon dress with fishnet tights, boots, and a Jean jacket.

For the first time in months, the gesture makes you shudder, almost wanting to crawl out of your skin.

You thought you wanted Eddie to notice you, but not like this.

“Really committing to the new look huh,” he asks in confusion.

Heat starts to boil in your veins.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you say sheepishly, having intended to say it with more confidence.

“No, no it’s not. I kinda like it actually. I’m just… confused is all,” he says as he sits along the bench across from you.

“What’s there to be confused about?”

“It’s just so… different.”

You huff as you sit across from him, not ready to have this conversation despite the way it’s already unraveling itself.

“Different from before?”

“Yeah,” he nods, wavy hair shaking lightly over his shoulders.

“Well no one ever really looked at me before,” you sheepishly say, looking to the side. “Figured change could be a good thing.”

What is happening right now? How is talking to Eddie like this ripping away the layers of the cool and confident exterior you’ve spent so much time curating?

Is the facade truly that thin that all it takes is a quick comment to make it all come crashing down, leaving nothing but that shy insecure girl from before?

He jerks his head back, “what?”

You look at him in confusion.

“Is that what this is about?”

Heat rises to your cheeks. All this effort you thought was finally paying off only leaves you feeling ridiculous.

“I looked at you before,” he says with sincerity, searching between your eyes.

You look at him skeptically, narrowing your eyes and creasing your brows. “No you didn’t. Chrissy Cunningham maybe, but not me.”

Eddie sighs, “Can I level with you for a sec?”

You look at him with wide eyes, unsure of what his next words might be.

“I admit, there’s been times when I’ve thought about Chrissy, but never in the way I thought about you.”

“C’mon Eddie, you don’t have to say that,” you wave a hand, almost refusing to take him seriously.

“I’m not just saying that sweetheart, I mean it. Have you really never noticed?”

He places his hands flat against the wooden table top and leans forward, looking her square in the eye.

“I… I might’ve noticed. But you kind of act that way towards everyone. How was I supposed to know it meant something different for me?”

“I guess that’s where I kinda fucked up,” Eddie laughs.

You smile nervously, unsure if this is some crazy dream you’re stuck in.

“To be honest, I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t think you’d ever be into some freak like me,” he says, scratching his head.

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s absurd. Almost absurd that you would like me. But even more absurd to think I wouldn’t like a freak like you.”

Eddie slightly gasps, searching into your eyes, looking for an ounce of sincerity. When he finds it, he looks at you questioningly.

“Are you still,” he raises his brows. You search between his eyes.

You look at him unsure. Admitting this feels like walking into a trap.

“Is this new version of you… would she still be into a freak like me?”

Your heart starts racing. All confidence out the window now.

“‘Cause I know that I liked the girl you were before,” he starts and you sigh.

If he really liked the girl you were before, wouldn’t he have made a move?

“But I also like the girl you are now. Whoever you want to be, whoever you are, I’m into it,” he says with a smile.

You look over your shoulder and back at him, “Eddie, if you liked the girl I was before, why didn’t you ever give her a chance?”

Eddie’s eyes turn down, “Because I was an idiot. I could see how great of a person you are, but I was too much of a coward to ever do anything about it.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“And most of all, I was afraid of being rejected. I could take rejection from Chrissy or any other girl at this school, but I don’t think I could take it from you.”

“Really,” you ask, searching into his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean… you’re beautiful and smart and funny. You have killer taste in music and movies. In what world could I ever deserve a girl like that,” Eddie says breathlessly.

You look down and sheepishly smile. You can't believe Eddie is sitting here in front of you just proclaiming his admiration.

You thought you were alone in your insecurity and your fear of rejection, but turns out you’re not.

"I like you too Eddie, 'freak' or not."

Eddie smiles, heart beaming just for her.

“What do you say? Why don’t we skip the deal. You can smoke for free, back at my place.”

You smile and crinkle your nose as you furrow your brows, “ Is this your way of asking me on a date Munson?”

The look of mortification on his face is priceless. “Uh, yeah I mean… if you… maybe—“

“Look Eddie, I’m gonna stop you right there. I made plans with my friends tonight and I’m not gonna bail on them. Kinda why I came to you for this in the first place," you say, gesturing to his black tin box.

"Oh, right," Eddie says as he opens the box. You make the exchange and look him in the eye.

"How about this? Come to me on Monday with a real date idea and then we’ll see.” You say, confidence coming back full force, practically dripping off your tongue.

After having gone on so many dates, you had gotten a better idea of how you should be treated. You wanted to be with someone that respected you and cared for you and put in the effort to be with you. Plenty of guys had shown you that before, and Eddie should be no different, but you had to know just to be sure.

“Oh ok,” he says, taken aback by your response but eager to fulfill your request, hope coursing his veins.

“Think maybe over the weekend, if I come up with a few ideas, I can call you. Run ‘em by you?”

You smirk at him, “You can give me your number, and if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a call before Monday.”

You’ve never seen Eddie scramble so fast to find a piece of paper and anything that could be used to write before.

You giggle as he writes in chicken scratch handwriting his phone number.

“I’ll be free tomorrow ni—“

“I’ll call you when I call you Munson. You made me wait the whole school year for this, I think you can stand to wait a whole weekend,” you say as you retrieve the paper from him and stand up.

He rushes to get up and walk over to you. “Oh yeah, sorry... Can I at least walk you back?”

“Sure,” you smile at him.

As you make your way over to the student parking lot, you feel a guilty pleasure at seeing his nervousness.

"You really do look beautiful Y/N. Always have been. But even now. I'm sorry if I ever made you think otherwise."

"Its ok," you nod. And it really is.

Something you've learned from this whole charade was that you were the real trophy here. You were the prize to be won, whether anybody saw it or not. You were always the real treasure, and you’d be damned if anybody treated you otherwise.

But you have a good feeling Eddie knows this. Like he'll treat you the way you always deserved.

Your friends are gathered by a station wagon and you smile.

"That's me," you say as you stop and look at Eddie.

"Oh ok," he say disappointedly.

"Hang around your phone this weekend, okay?" You smile as you reach forward and place a hand on his bicep.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, squeezing his bicep as you say, "I stay up late."

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek and pull away, leaving behind a stunned Eddie Munson.

"Bye Eddie," you call out as you skip over to your friends.

He sheepishly waves, barely processing your actions before he can even properly react.

There's no way the person you were before would ever do anything like that, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he couldn't wait to get to know you more. He wanted to see every side of you and hope you want to see every side of him too.

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