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absolutely love your writing 😭 you write law so in character its so good. i want to see laws reaction to reader accidentally (or not) discovering his nerdy sora comics collection. ty 💛
Hi!! Thank-you so much, that's an honor 🥺 I'm a lil obsessed w him istg (more than a little but anyways) here you go, I hope you enjoy it!!
You're acting weird. To be fair though, in a crew as diverse as the Heart Pirates, "weird" is a subjective thing and depends on who Law is meaning.
You're acting weird for you. There's an odd jumpiness to you now, specifically whenever Law is involved ㅡ and he wonders if he's done something wrong.
Your relationship is still fairly new to you both, still trying to find the perfect balance between professionalism and something softer and more intimate.
Law mentally filters through your interactions (both as crewmates and not) and when he comes up with nothing, he decides to ask you.
"Have I done something to upset you? I'd like to know so I can fix it." He watches confusion flicker across your face, then guilt.
"No, you didn't do anything." You bite your lip, a habit he's been trying to break you of. Instinctively, he reaches to press his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it free of the worried knead of your teeth. "Promise you won't be mad?"
Now it's Law's turn to be confused. "It depends on what you did," he answers honestly and immediately kicks himself for the way you shrink back. "As long as it has nothing to do with the integrity the Polar Tang and you haven't sold us out to the Marines, it can't be that bad."
That at least gets a ghost of a smile from you. "As if I'd ever do either of those," you tell him, a hint of pride in your voice. The Polar Tang is your home, and the Heart Pirates are your family.
"Continue," he prods gently, and the nervousness returns to your expression. He gives you a moment, watches as you steel yourself before you blurt in a tumbled rush of words,
"I maybe sort of accidentally found your Sora Warrior of the Sea comics."
It takes him a long moment to parse out what you've said, and you watch as his expression shifts to an unreadable one, brim of his hat shadowing his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," you say, feeling even worse than you have the last couple of days. "I didn't mean to, honest. Bepo needed a copy of a report from a few days ago and I thought I'd seen you put it in one of the drawers andㅡ" You halt, voice wavering. "I'm really sorry."
You mean it. He knows you do, knows you'd never breach his privacy without good reason ㅡ even as close as you are now, there are things he's not ready to talk about, or show.
In the grand scheme of things, the discovery of his carefully curated collection of beloved comics is not the end of the world. Hardly a punishable offense, even though you're clearly expecting him to be pissed.
"It's okay, [Name]." He watches as you visibly relax, though there's still a nervous edge to you. "I'm not upset, just...surprised."
"Understandable," you mumble. "For what it's worth, it's a nice collection. I wanted to get into it when I was younger, but I never got a chance to."
He perks up a little at that, latches onto the opportunity you've given him. "If you'd like," he says, "we can read them together. If you want, I mean."
Another little flake off that careful barrier he's built around himself, another soft spot exposed ㅡ trusting you not to abuse it. As if you ever would ㅡ his trust in you is one of your most teasured things.
"Law?" He looks at you, taking in that wonderful smile he'd do unspeakable things to protect. "I'd love that."
#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader#ㅡanswered.#anonymous#–ml: law.#last post for tonight so i don't spam the tag wkdkdjd goodnight!
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OMG OMG WHAT ABOUT A SHORT FIC ABOUT THE READER GETTING INJURED AND WALKER GETS REALLY WORRIED!!?!?
Amazing writing btw <3
A/N: Holy shit Anon- your a genius. Tbh I wanted to write a part 2 but i didn’t know if I should. So thanks for the excuse to write part 2 ig. Also ty, I just started writing a few days ago and I’m surprised people like my writing.
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I Thought You'd Never Ask.
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Walker & BountyHunter!reader hcs here: Headcannons
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Characters: Walker x BountyHunter!Gn!Reader
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Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fic
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Prompt: While Walker and Reader are out on a mission, Reader gets stabbed in the back while trying to go after the target.
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Warnings: Blood, mentions of knives & guns, Stab wounds, Reader is a bit stubborn. Walker refers to reader as “Love”
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You take a glance back at the enemy's campsite. Although it's far behind you guys, the echoes against the canyon walls scream. Suddenly the canyon hit you two with a heatwave. The burning smell of wood and cloth in the air as the explosions set off.
You feel as if you should tell Walker. You know he's worried about you after any mission, contact, or no contact with enemies. You swore you could hear the assassin behind you. Or at least, almost did. By the time you could turn around the knife was already in your thigh.
Even though you feel like fainting, you don’t stop running behind Walker. Trying not to groan as ash burned over the two of you. You quickly tighten the sash you used as a bandage.
"Luv, are you alright..?" He asked as he turned around towards you. A look of fear drowns across his features. "What happened?! Shit.. you can't be using that as a bandage." He mutters, quickly ushering the two of you out the canyon and into the village, that was just outside.
Hiding the two of you in an alleyway. He presses his palm against your stab wound. Only grunting when you bite your lip and hold in a scream. "Why didn't you tell me. It's deep and you're quickly bleeding out." He hisses, hiding the both of you behind his cloak as the enemies run through the village. Looking for any possible guilty people.
Blinking slowly you sink towards the ground. Whimpering slightly as you come in contact with the floor.
“Hey, you can’t die on me today. Come here, I'll carry you back to the Inn. We'll be safer there. You think you can get on my back, luv?" He offers, offering a hand towards you.
"I'll be fine. I can get back to the Inn" You sigh, carefully. getting up next to him with a grunt. Taking off the makeshift bandage, you quickly analyze it. Only to yelp as Walker picks you up.
"Come on, we don't have time for you to be stubborn. How much pain do you feel? Did you need anything immediately when we get back?" He asks, quickly beginning break into the running stride with you in his arms.
"I don't feel pain. It's mainly numb and I feel really tired." You mumble, hiding your face in his chest. You can tell by the way he looks down at you that he means what he says, the way his eyes glister making you tear up.
"Good, good. God damnit luv. You can't scare me. Keep your eyes open and breathe." He guides you. Quickly weaving through the alleys and straight into your room once you return to the Inn.
"Everything is going to be alright. We will get you stitched up and I'll make your favorite dinner tonight." He promises. Swiftly cleaning the cut with water and a bit of cleaning alcohol. Grabbing a medical sewing kit and beginning to stitch the cut.
"Alright.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner Walker.. I just didn't want to make you think I'm fragile." You sigh, lying back on the bed and wincing when the needle punctures your skin again.
"I would never think of you as weak or fragile. I see you as my strong, independent, patient, and lovely significant other. And I'd never think less. So, please just rest for a bit." He smiles slightly. Closing of the stitch and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"mhm.. Just... cuddle with me for a bit..?" You ask, taking one of his hands in yours and pulling him in bed.
"Thought you would never ask." He chuckles.
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A/N I think I went overboard lol. Don't mind me writing this before I go to bed. D':
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Hi! I have some angst prompts for Rhett! You don’t have to do any or all if u don’t wanna! I love your post! (I hope my first attempt at this didn’t get sent in bc my phone glitched)
Am I just suppose to let you go?
Don’t make me do this
I don’t want to understand, I want you to stay
Don’t go where I can’t follow
Your better off without me
People get hurt if they get to close to me
I don’t even recognize you anymore
Who did this to you
You could have died, you know
Of course I’m here, where else would I be
We just can’t seem to get it right, huh?
Don’t look at me like that
Don’t push me away again
This was a mistake
TY!
Have a great rest of your day! 💛🐂
Thank you so much for sending this I’m so deeply sorry at how long this took me to get out!! Thank you for your patience.
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It was early. Too early In the morning. Rhett hadn’t gone home. He felt like he couldn’t go home. The locks probably changed anyway. He was trying so hard to leave. He wanted to get the hell out of Wabang. Leave everything behind in a trial of dust.
He knew you were awake. It turned over in his gut causing him to grit his teeth. He didn’t want to drag you into this. He knocked on the door anyway.
His heart quickened and tried to keep his face from falling. You were standing there in the pretty sundress he loved, you were getting ready for work. He cursed at himself and turned to leave but you caught his wrist. He winced. You knew immediately and grabbed higher on his arm bringing him into the kitchen.
“You can’t keep showing up like this you know.”
“I know. “ he mumbled not making eye contact with you but still shrugged off his flannel as you started the hot water. He turned to start rinsing the blood off his hands. His white shirt stained. He heard your gasp as you took in his blue and purple shoulder. You reached above him for a rag and the first aid kit. In silence you let him wash his hands clean as you inspected the gash on his shoulder and the bruising around his shoulder blade. With dry clean hands he stared at the patterns on your dress and he let you wrap his sprained wrist and bruised knuckles.
“I hardly recognize you anymore Rhett.” Your voices sounded stern as you dropped his hands. His eyes snapped up at you. They were laced with hurt and fear. Last night he would’ve laughed. Yeah . He hardly recognized the man he had become. He thought he was doing a good job at covering it up, but guess not. He tried to find fear and disappointment in your eyes but he couldn’t find it. Maybe you were hiding it.
“T-this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here” he said. His eyes burned as he stared at the empty wall, he flexed his fist until his wrist and knuckles stung.
“Am I supposed to just let you go then? Give up all that we worked for?” You spat. He couldn’t muster the courage to look at you. Not until you cupped his face with your gentle hands. Your thumb wiped tears he didn’t know he had been shedding.
“There’s no place for me here. you deserve more than what I can give you sweetheart. Your better off without me”
“The give me a night and I’ll go.” You hummed.
“What?” He pulled back from your touch. As if he stepped too close to the camp fire. His eyes wide. He looked at you in shock and fear. Searching for anything to call your bluff. After a minute of silently searching. In breath he had never felt more small and hopeful was the same time “You mean it?”
“Just don’t go down a road I can’t follow ”
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. 💛
ty liza!! 💖
i feel like i always end up listing the same stuff for these questions - i write so hideously slowly that i just have fewer fics 🙃 but if anyone likes any of the shorter ones let me know haha
tender is my heart - never let me go maxiel au! i liked writing this version of max so much 🫀
tomorrow on every shore - maxiel below deck sailing yacht au (it's very important to specify sailing yacht)! at least i can say the mumble mumble seasons of below decks i watched during various lockdowns weren't wasted. this was the longest thing i'd written in years (don't look at the wordcount) and i think i did a decent job of pacing the romance, plus i really enjoy the ensemble stuff ⛵️
running soft through the night - going with the middle part of roman holiday - i think it's a bit less awkward than the first story plus it was my chance to just do before sunset in 60s monaco ⛲️ i love stories about reunions, see: space persuasion (coming soon to a bigbang near you etc)
each part and grassy bits in between - a BTS story about namjoon that is also probably the story of mine that is the most about my own Stuff 🌱
So let's say, I'll come another day - a one direction story in which zayn is the time traveller's wife. the longest thing i've ever written (lol) and the most intricately plotted but i'm still mostly proud of the way it hangs together. going to stick a cut in for the thing i'm most proud of - that people are still rereading it nearly 10 years later 🧬
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if your up for it, could you write a snippet of Ragnor bonding with one of his students?? maybe at the Sholomance, or the Academy when he taught at it?? (or with Ty? I feel like they'd have a cool relationship)
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@amchara wrote a very excellent fic about Ty and Ragnor that I highly recommend, so I picked a different Blackthorn
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Ragnor was nearly to the Academy’s Portal point when the muffled sound of crying stopped him.
He could keep going, he thought. He could pretend he didn’t hear anything, and sobbing students wandering the Academy grounds well after curfew could be someone else’s problem. It was nearly morning at the Scholomance with the time difference between there and New York, and he would already barely have time for a nap before his first class as it was. He didn’t have the time or the energy for whatever this was.
Ragnor sighed.
He found her by the lake, hidden in the shadow of a tree, her back against the trunk with her knees pulled to her chest, staring out at the dark water.
“Isn’t this lake haunted?” Ragnor leaned against the other side of the tree, far enough away for Drusilla Blackthorn to hastily wipe her eyes and pretend he hadn’t seen her crying.
“Not really,” she mumbled. “You’re thinking of the grain silo. Or maybe the wheat field.”
“So that rules out ghost hunting. Why else would a student be out here in the middle of the night?”
Drusilla shrugged, picking at blades of grass on the ground next to her. “I didn’t want to wake Thais up.”
She was silent for a long moment, and Ragnor waited, giving her the space to put together her explanation, which he found often encouraged students to say more to fill the silence than they would have otherwise.
Finally she said, “Ty talks about you in his letters sometimes. He says you pretend to be mean, but you aren’t really.”
“Does he now?”
“He also told me you met Livvy once, but it was before they knew who you were.”
“I did,” Ragnor said carefully. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been joking about ghost hunting.
“I miss her,” Drusilla said, her eyes still on the lake, not on him, a confession said more easily to the dark, not to a person. “Some days I don’t think about it much with everything going on at school, and then sometimes I can almost feel her next to me, and the fact that she isn’t really there hits me so hard I can’t breathe, and the worst part is that I feel like a monster for not feeling that way all the time.”
Guilt twisted in Ragnor’s stomach. He was partially responsible for this, for giving Tiberius more help than he should have, expecting the boy to fail in his attempt at necromancy. Ragnor had certainly learned his lesson about underestimating Tiberius, but the rest of the Blackthorn family was still left with a wound that should be healing, but was instead being constantly picked open like a scab for reasons they didn’t understand.
“Grief can be a strange road to navigate,” Ragnor tried. “But know that you shouldn’t feel any guilt for living your life, or for enjoying your life. Your sister wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life allowing yourself no joy because you think it’s more proper to wallow in grief.”
A chill passed by Ragnor and he suppressed the urge to shiver.
“I’ll walk you back to the school,” Ragnor said, pushing himself off the tree and holding out a hand to help Drusilla up. “And I won’t tell Lucian where I found you.”
Drusilla took his hand let him pull her to her feet, swiping her eyes with her other sleeve one last time. “We need to go the long way,” she said. “The ghost in the grain silo is a dick after dark.”
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hello lovely, could I ask for more info on these two wips:
arwencelot polycule
1x08 1x09 lancelot fix it
cuz 👀... i mean all of your titles make me very very intrigued so if you have one you'd like to talk about instead, plz feel free <3
arwencelot polycule is part of Modern polycule chaos and is basically lance realsing he has a crush on gwen and arthur and ofc hating himself bc im mean and arwen realising the same and just everyone dealing with this but its nice bc there's no great tragedy involved this time its literally just... do you wanna go on a date and lance realises its ok? like his partners are fine with it and i prob won't ever finish it but its nice :')
1x08 1x09 lancelot fix it is actually the last two fics of If Lancelot stayed which are aus of the above eps aka they all help save Mordred, and Lance picks up the black knight's gauntlet. they are very plotty and kinda pendragon focused so idk but i would like to finish them!
“You look happy!” Morgana laughed. “Elyan settling in well?”
Gwen nodded happily. “He and Gwaine are helping Dad at the forge and Elyan actually quite enjoys it now. And Gwaine does love the fire.”
Morgana smiled. “it’s good that he’s got friends.” Yes. Friends, thought Gwen, barely suppressing a smile.
“I saw that big man following around after Gaius. Gaius looked kind of annoyed.”
Gwen smiled. “Yes, Percival does a lot of Merlin’s work now. He looks intimidating but he knows his stuff and besides he’s good at carrying people.” She smirked. “It is strange how many people have suddenly become sick without any symptoms…”
In fact Gaius had got so fed up with all the perfectly well people sending for the… services of his new apprentice he’d taken to sending a highly embarrassed Percival down beforehand to check it was actually a legitimate medical situation. This had worked by and large, expect when Percival had showed up at the forge profoundly traumatised from having to help a pregnant woman give birth on his own because Gaius couldn’t get there quick enough.
oh yeah and there is still a good helping of silliness :')
"Percival! I need to ask a favour."
Percival went bright red. "Merlin, I really don’t think that’s appropriate-"
"It’s really important but I should warn you you will be breaking the law."
"I’m very aware of that!” the big man hissed, still scarlet in the face. "I would’ve thought you would be too!"
"I am!" Merlin insisted, wondering why Percival was making such a big deal out of this. He was already breaking at least ten laws just by being in Camelot with his partners.
Percival folded his massive arms, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "Merlin, you’re courting my partner’s sister, I really don’t think they’d be ok with-"
"Wha- oh!" Merlin realised how Percival had misunderstood and couldn’t help but giggle. "No Perce, I don’t mean- It’s for a medical reason!"
"Yes, that’s what everyone says!" Percival exclaimed, pulling away from him.
“Percival!” Merlin was torn between laughter and wanting to slap him. “I promise I’m not trying to seduce you, I just need your medical expertise."
Percival stared at him suspiciously. “You swear?”
“Yes.” He grabbed his arm and pulled him away, looking about him anxiously. “Come on genius, we don’t have time to waste.”
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Hello, I'd like to request a date 🥺 Congratulations for the followers, you deserve this ❤ So my date would be with Eren and Armin, nsfw and I'm not sugar baby. I'm a afab girl, if it helps. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! you are awesome ❤
Hi Astra, thank you so much! 💛 Eren and Armin are ready for you 🥰
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It was a perfect day for a bike ride. You were grateful for it, seeing as your first date with your classmates Eren and Armin was today, and you were going to be going for a bike ride through the park.
You’d always thought they were cute, good friends that cared about each other and helped each other with school work, always eating lunch together in the campus cafeteria.
When you found out they were dating, your heart broke just a little bit, you didn’t have a chance with either of them.
You thought this, until they approached you one day, both admitting to having noticed you watching them. You were embarrassed by this, not realizing you were so obvious in your crush—but you were also flattered. These two beautiful men had noticed you and wanted you to join them on a date.
Of course you accepted, and they were happy to set up a time with you, each exchanging numbers before parting for the day.
You put on your best bike shorts and comfiest tee shirt, hair up in a neat ponytail. As you finished tying your shoes, there was a knock at your door, and you hurried to meet them, smiling brightly as they greeted you.
You didn’t live far from the park, so you rode together, talking about class and getting to know them better, finding things you have in common and things to laugh about.
It was still early in the summer, so the air wasn’t too hot, but it was enough to make you warm and your shirt cling to your back.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and birds were flocking all around, singing prettily as they perched in trees and bushes, on the back of benches. Couples picnicked, others walking and biking as well.
There were distant sounds of dogs barking, the nearby river streaming.
It was a beautiful day.
After cycling through the large park, the boys came to a stop at a slope of grass surrounded by trees and bushes, and Armin pulled a blanket and some snacks and water bottles from his backpack, rolling it all out beneath a tree next to some tall bushes, making a nice shaded spot for the three of you to sit.
You sat between them, ankles crossed as you nibbled on the sandwich the blond handed you.
You talked more, telling more jokes and funny stories about your lives.
Throughout the break, the boys scooted closer to you, resting their hands on yours, running their fingers over your ponytail.
It wasn’t long before they both leaned to the side and kissed each cheek, drawing a giggle from you.
Armin reached up and hooked his finger under your chin, turning you to face him and placing a soft kiss on your lips, and as soon as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt Eren’s lips on your neck, drawing a surprised whimper from you.
As they kissed you slowly, you felt their hands resting on your thighs, slowly making their way upwards, and each grabbed the waistband of your shorts, tugging at your hips.
You gasped and pulled away from Armin’s lips, looking between the both of them. “Someone will see us,” you mumbled.
“Let them.” Eren pulled you into a kiss this time, Armin placing his lips on your neck now, and they tugged once more at your shorts.
Hesitantly, you lifted your hips and allowed them to slide the material down your thighs to leave it bunched at your knees, then their palms found their way back to your thighs, pulling them open just slightly.
Despite the shiver this gave you, you grew warm at their touches, butterflies taking over your stomach as you bit your lip while their fingers grazed the insides of your thighs.
Eren’s fingers found your clit, while Armin’s dipped into your folds, sending a moan straight out of your throat. Having both of them touching you felt magical, your pussy getting full attention.
Armin cooed into your neck about being so wet for them already, just from a few touches, and spread your slick over your lower lips and clit, allowing Eren to better rub you out, his lips still locked with yours, his tongue now in your mouth.
Your hips rocked as they worked on you, and when Armin slipped a finger inside of you, your head fell back with a moan.
Eren laid you on your back and kissed you again while Armin grabbed the bottom of your shirt and rolled it up over your belly, grabbing the bottom of your sports bra and pulling them both over your tits, exposing them to the warm summer air.
While he finger fucked you, his lips wrapped around your nipple and began to suck on you, making you writhe beneath them.
Their hands continued to work at you, slowing and speeding up their paces teasingly, until Armin’s long fingers found the spot, and he tapped and brushed his fingers around it while Eren circled your clit just right, and they brought you to your first orgasm of the afternoon.
You pulled back from Eren and let out a loud whine, but he covered your mouth with his free hand and shushed you, kissing your forehead. “We don’t want anyone to find you like this, pretty, want you like this all for us.”
You nodded and panted into his palm, while they pulled their fingers away from you, Armin grabbing your shorts once again and pulling them off your legs completely.
He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, whispering a question in your ear: “Who do you want to fuck and who do you want to suck?”
Another shiver ruptured through your spine. Trembling, you glanced between them both and rested your hand on Armin’s chest, looking into his hazy blues. “I want to fuck you.”
He smiled and nodded, placing a quick kiss on your lips as he hoisted you up and rolled onto his back, settling you on his thighs. “Sit there and look pretty for me for a moment.”
You nodded obediently and watched as he undid his belt and pants, pulling his hard cock free and pumping it slowly.
Blushing furiously, you turned your face to the side and found Eren standing on his feet, his own pants and underwear sitting around his thighs, his dick close to your face.
You squeaked nervously, then felt Armin grab your hips and pull you forward until your cunt sat over his length, making you moan at the warmth of the contact.
He dragged your hips, making you rock slightly along him and threw his head back, groaning quietly.
Eren brought a hand down and turned your face to him, finger pads digging into your cheeks. “Open your mouth, sweetie.”
You did so, sticking the tip of your tongue out, then gasped when he pushed his cock past your lips.
He let out a relieved sigh and leaned his head back, letting you suck on him. “Armin, her mouth feels amazing.”
“Let’s see how this pussy feels, then.” The blond smirked and positioned his dick at your quivering hole, pushing his hips up while pulling yours down with his free hand.
He stretched you out inch by inch, your moan rattling over Eren’s girth as you hollowed your cheeks for him.
Armin grabbed you with both hands and pulled you down harder, bottoming out as he dug his heels into the ground, a growl escaping his throat. “Fuck, Eren, she’s tight.”
“Good.” He chuckled, his head still leaning back as his hips began to rut forward with your sucking.
Your eyes filled with tears as they stuffed you at both ends, and you lifted a hand to rest on Eren’s hip to steady yourself while you bobbed your head, lapping at his shaft.
Armin reached up and groped your still-exposed breasts while he fucked up into you, your hips rolling with his while you bounced on him.
You’d always daydreamed about being with one of them, and now having both of them just made you soaked, making it so easy for Armin to slide in and out of you, and Eren’s mouth watering cock had you drooling as he throat fucked you, making you gag and wince with each thrust.
Their groans and moans only turned you on more, and soon you felt the familiar build up in your belly, and you rocked your hips faster, hoping for quick release.
Armin could feel you fluttering around him, making him whimper at how tight of a squeeze you gave him. “Eren, she’s gonna cum. You better—ah—you better fill her up, we can fill her up together.”
“Yes,” Eren hissed, holding your face between his large hands as he thrusted harder while Armin began to slam up into you, and it felt like both of their cocks were meeting in your chest, and you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore, cumming hard over Armin’s dick while you whimpered and whined around Eren’s.
The men looked at each other and moaned as they stared into each other’s eyes, both releasing together, their hot and sticky cum filling you on both ends just as Armin wanted, leaking out around their cocks and down your chin.
“Swallow, pretty, swallow what you can.” Eren breathed, wiping away some dribbles from the corners of your lips.
You did your best, slurping at his dick until you could drink all you could, then pulled away and opened your mouth to show him that you listened to his demand.
Your thighs were trembling, and Armin slowly massaged them, cooing at you once more and telling you how good of a job you did for them, how beautiful you are and how lovely you felt around his cock.
They helped dress you again, each placing sweet kisses on your cheeks and nose. Eren nibbled at your ear lobe, and asked, “Can we take you out again, pretty girl?”
You nodded happily, wrapping your arm around his waist and he chuckled, kissing your forehead while Armin kissed your cheek once more.
Lue Arlert’s 100 Followers First Date Event - CLOSED
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I'm so happy you opened your requests, I really love the way you write Kiri 🥰
If it's okay, I'd love to read a fluffy drabble of Kirishima x fem!reader with the trope childhood friends to lovers. If it's possible, may the reader have a magnetokinesis quirk?
Thank you for everything 💛
Thank you so much for giving me my first request, Misa! This idea is so cute 😭🥺
Update: I ended up writing a prequel to this request, you can read it here
Do You Remember?
Kirishima Eijirou x Fem!Reader with a magnetokineses Quirk
Fluff, romance, childhood friends to lovers 🌿 678 words
You settled on the couch with a tired sigh. It had been a busy day at work. An arm snaked its way around your back and you happily sank into the warm embrace of your boyfriend.
“Tired?” Eijirou asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a long day.”
“Too tired for a movie?”
“I don’t think so.” You gestured to the two steaming cups of coffee on the table. “That should help a bit.” Smiling up at him, you added, “But if I end up falling asleep, you’ll carry me to bed, right?”
“D’you really think I’d let you sleep on the couch? That wouldn’t be very manly!”
He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips before pulling you closer. “There’s a movie in about half an hour, that I thought sounded interesting.”
You listened as he talked, absentmindedly holding out your hand and activating your Quirk. The spoon in your cup instantly stood at attention, swirling around the coffee as you moved your finger in a circular motion.
After agreeing to the movie, Eijirou turned on the TV, saying that you might as well find something to watch until then. Your gaze drifted around the living room, eventually settling on the shelf above the TV - or more accurately on the collection of picture frames on the shelf. Most of them were of you and Eijirou, ranging from elementary school to present time.
You felt a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m just thinking about the past,” you said. “Our past.”
Holding out your hand, you beckoned one of the frames to come closer. It rose, bobbing along until it hovered in front of you.
“Do you remember this?”
Eijirou smiled as he grabbed the frame out of the air. “Of course I do! ‘The Great Water Balloon Fight’. It was the most fun we had that summer. But I still think you cheated by tying safety pins to the water balloons so you could levitate them.”
With a flick of your wrist, several more frames lifted up from the shelf, joining together in the air in front of the couch.
“Show off,” Eijirou mumbled with a small smile.
You stuck your tongue out at him. “What? It’s easier than actually picking them off the shelf.”
“I gotta admit your Quirk is handy, though. Remember our first kiss?”
Cheeks flaring at the memory, you quickly placed the frames on the coffee table, lest you lose control over them. You remembered it like it was yesterday. A Villain had attacked downtown, and Eijirou had, as always, been on the front line. You vividly remembered fearing for his life. And when he’d let himself into your home after the fight, battered and bruised but very much alive, you had acted with your emotions rather than rational thought.
The two of you had gotten into a habit of hugging since you were children. So when you rushed towards him, Eijirou had welcomed you into his arms as always. He’d been taken by surprise, though, when you’d used your Quirk to manipulate his faceguard to move him closer to you. He hadn’t seemed to mind in the least, closing the last bit of distance when you’d lost your nerve.
“You still fretting about it?” Eijirou asked, pulling you back to the present.
“A bit. I just feel bad that--”
He put a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you.
“No, none of that,” he said. “I told you already that I had wanted to kiss you for a while. You taking the first step was a good thing. If you hadn’t, I might still be too much of a chicken to ask you out. Now, drink your coffee before it gets cold or I’ll spoon feed it to you.”
“You wouldn’t!” you giggled as you reached out for the cups.
“You know I would!” Eijirou replied, accepting the cup you gave him. “You know I hate it when you’re being hard on yourself.”
You nodded, snuggling back into his side. “Looks like the movie’s starting.”
Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Birin 💖
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Wedding Colors (Part 4 — NSFW 🔥)
(Hayffie ❤️🧡💛💚💙💖. An exploration of Effie’s evolving character as she faces past and present personal intensities while making preparations for Finnick and Annie’s wedding. — There’s a lot of Haymitch in this one, including some of my headcanons about his backstory. The link to previous parts of this fic and the one preceding it is in my blog description.)
16:00—volunteering. Haymitch dropped into a chair in the corner of the dining hall, as far away from the commotion as possible. Worn-out, he was tempted to return to his quarters, but Effie was a magnet, pulling him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Thinking about it made him even more tired, so he just let it be. He leaned his head back and focused on a crack in the cement wall until his eyes closed.
“This life is gonna kill me, sooner rather than later.” The memory slipped out from the crack like gusts of wind whipping through the walls on an autumn night at home in the Seam. He’d crept into the kitchen to ask for a brick from the stovetop to warm his feet, but his father’s words stopped him in his tracks. Haymitch stood frozen in the shadows, watching his parents at the table with the remnant of a candle flickering between them. Wax dripped over the rim of the candleholder and pooled in a small circle on the tabletop. His father drank clear liquid from a glass while his mother darned a pair of socks.
“The days are growing short,” she said, “You leave for the mines before dawn, and you come home after dusk. You don’t see the sun all day, honey. It’s tough, but spring will come around again. It always does.”
“If we could make it across the border, there are jobs for metalworkers in 6. I’m still young enough to apprentice. I could build hovercrafts and railroads. Fya, we would have a better life. The boys would have a better life.”
“Those are impossible dreams. You know even if we could make it into 6 with the children, then peacekeepers would capture us there. They’d cut out our tongues, Lon. Or worse.”
Haymitch clamped his teeth onto his tongue, holding it in place.
His father swallowed the remainder of his drink and uncorked the bottle to pour himself another glass.
Fya reached past the liquor to caress his arm. “That’s enough for tonight, don’t you think?”
“It’ll be enough when I stop feeling trapped in this hellhole.”
She sighed, tying off the thread and laying the mended socks on the table. “Dailon...” When she used his father’s full name, Haymitch knew their discussion must be serious. “What if there comes a point when it’s never enough?”
Lon had no answer.
She moved behind him and stroked the nape of his neck. “Please come to bed. It’s been so long since we... I just... I miss you.”
His father leaned his head back into her hands and closed his eyes. “God, I’ve missed you too.” He took a swig from the bottle then replaced the cork. She kissed him, then blew out the candle.
Haymitch stayed a moment longer in the dark corner of the kitchen with his father’s words spinning in his mind, “This life is gonna kill me.” When he crawled back into bed, he tucked his cold toes against Denny’s footed pajamas and shared his sleeping brother’s warmth.
His eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the rhythmic clinking of windchimes on the porch. “Pa...” he whispered as he fell asleep.
***
“...Stay alive,” he mumbled as he came to consciousness.
Effie caressed his arm until his eyes opened. She had always loved watching him sleep — especially sleep caused by fatigue rather than an alcohol-induced stupor. She regretted having to wake him, but the dining hall was almost clean, and they needed to hang the garlands. NO ONE here gets “nap” tattooed on their arm, but Haymitch manages to fall asleep right out in the open.
He was disoriented several seconds until realizing where he was. Metal clinked in 13’s kitchen as the cooks made preparations for supper.
“Did I wear you out this morning?” Effie asked.
He reached for her and pulled her close. His hands were on her hips. His eyes were on her eyes, but he was far away. “I want a bottle so bad.”
She ran her fingers along his forehead, following the line of his knit hat. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“Something like that.”
Dalton swept past them with a push broom. He paused briefly, observing their connection. “I’m cleaning up the last of the leaves, then I’ll be ready.”
Effie nodded in his direction.
Haymitch’s brow furrowed. “Dalton’s coming?”
“He offered, and he’s tall. He can preview the room too, since he’ll be performing the ceremony. It’s a win-win-win. We can manage without you if... there’s somewhere else you need to be.”
I don’t want to manage right now without you. “There’s nowhere else.”
“Peeta and Katniss?”
“They’re stable. And I use that term loosely.” Not feeling particularly stable himself, he didn’t want to let go of her. “You took off your *wig*,” he teased, noticing that the leaves Posy tucked into Effie’s head wrap were gone.
“No thanks to you!” She poked his chest. “I walked all the way to the daycare and back, and I passed at least three dozen people before someone finally mentioned it!...”
The image of her decorated as a tree pushed the vivid dream about his family back into shadow.
“...And don’t make me smile at you when you’re aggravating me!” she added.
How does she do that to me? How does she so often do exactly that?
***
17:00—Special Defense. “Please be careful!... Hold the garlands by the wire! Don’t compress the leaves!... Don’t let them touch the ground!” Effie was in escort mode from the dining hall, down the elevator, through the twisting corridors of Special Defense, all the way into the “wedding venue,” as she called it.
“They’re leaves, sweetheart. We just picked them up off the dirt this morning. There’s no law saying we get five lashings and have to burn them in ceremony like the flag of Panem if we let them touch the ground.”
“Attitude! This is about preserving ART!”
As Effie lead the way, Dalton raised his eyebrows behind her back.
“She grows on you,” Haymitch said, “Give it time.”
“Hmph!” Effie muttered for show. She was grateful to be facing away from them because her cheeks turned pinker than her sunglasses. For the thousandth time, she silently cursed 13 and its virtual prohibition of makeup.
The room was already prepared with the trees manicured and the grass freshly cut. Hundreds of folding chairs were strategically positioned, and walkways were clear in anticipation of dancing which Coin had not approved of but Plutarch was hoping would happen nonetheless. Ladders were waiting for them along the wall behind the spot where the bride and groom would exchange vows.
“Dalton, this is where you’ll be standing.” Effie positioned herself there, then pointed to the cement wall with a flourish. “And THAT monstrosity is what we are here to alter so the audience can see what beauty looks like.”
“I fear the bride is going to draw attention away from the decorations.” Dalton noted, and Haymitch chuckled.
“Well OF COURSE she will! With the help of Cinna — may he rest in peace — I am going to make her stunning!”
The reminder of Effie’s impending trip to 12 gnawed at parts of Haymitch that he didn’t want to feel. He reached into his pocket for his flask, which hadn’t been there since the moment he walked into 13. Old habits either die hard or not at all.
Beetee wheeled in to collect the leftover supplies and provide tubes of a concrete bonding agent that would attach the copper wire to the cement walls. “It’s a powerful adhesive. Two pea-sized drops side-by-side at each end is all that should be necessary. And it dries almost instantly.”
“Will it glue my fingers together?” Haymitch asked.
“Are you planning on gluing your fingers together?”
“No, but a lot of things happen that I don’t plan.” He gave Effie a pointed look which she didn’t know how to interpret.
“In that case, rub the bonding agent off with your hands themselves. The friction in combination with the oils from your skin will crumble the adhesive away.”
“Will it damage the floor if it drips?” Dalton joined the inquiry.
“It washes up with soap and water, which is also convenient if you need to reposition the wires. You’ll find a utility sink in the supply room down the hall, second door on the left.”
“Boys!” Effie interjected. “Proper attention to detail will avoid all of these problems! Beetee, thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse us, the clock is ticking. Up, up, up on the ladders!”
The next half hour was filled with orders and adjustments. “Dalton, raise your end six inches. Haymitch, lower yours three. No, LOWER. A little to the left.”
“My left or his left?”
“We all have the same left! And use the adhesive sparingly so it does not show in the propo. That drop is NOT the size of a pea; it’s much too big!”
“Did Beetee mean a round pea or the whole pod?” Haymitch smirked.
“I’m pretty sure he meant the whole pod,” Dalton played along.
“And would that be a snow pea or a snap pea?”
“Or maybe he was talking about a sweet pea.”
“What’s a sweet pea?”
“They’re flowers. Gotta keep them out of the pasture because the seeds are toxic to cattle when consumed in large quantities—“
Effie huffed, jamming her hands onto her hip bones. She winced from the bruises still there but stubbornly refused to drop the posture.
Haymitch’s joking stopped. “You okay?”
“Frankly, I’m exhausted! Will you two PLEASE be serious, so we can finish this?”
“We’ve pissed off the commanding officer.” Dalton remained lighthearted.
“Once the wall is decked out in finery, we’ll be forgiven. Whenever I throw up on her shoes, I just wear something velvet the next day. That seems to work. I’m still alive.”
Effie tapped the floor with her toe. She lifted her sunglasses, and her glare was piercing blue. Each day that he’d known her, he’d seen this look in her eyes at some point or another. It never failed to turn him on. She pursed her lips, and he thought about how kissable she was without all that makeup.
Why the hell am I wasting time when I could be finishing this, and then doing that instead?
He squeezed two round pea-sized drops of adhesive out of the tube and worked as quickly as possible.
***
18:00—reflection. Effie could not recall ever thanking so many people in a single day and actually meaning it. After talking in the wind, hollering over the voices of the children, then giving directions in Special Defense, her throat was as strained as her body.
In silence, she and Haymitch walked together back to their quarters. Even though her room wasn’t anywhere near his, she kept walking with him. His pinky periodically brushed against hers. They let it happen, that intermittent connection, without stepping further apart or closer together.
“Are you following me?” He offered a lazy grin.
Posy’s response to Cord came to mind. “I’m not following you. We’re just going the same place.”
“And where would that be?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it does.” Her steps faltered, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her to his hip and sliding his arm around her waist. “Your place is neater; mine’s closer.”
“Dinner is in 30 minutes...”
“We can practice rule 5, since we kind of fucked that one up last night. There was nothing quick about any of that.”
“We fucked it up quite good as I recall.”
Her whispering about it amused him like crazy. “Hmmm. I don’t *quite* remember.”
“Haymitch!”
“How about you remind me.” He opened the door to his quarters. “Or better yet, show me something new.”
He followed her inside and switched on the light. The door slid closed behind him, and he leaned against it. She heard the lock click as she stepped toward the table. They faced each other with the small room between them. All playfulness in his expression disappeared as he watched her intently like he did during that moment on the ladder.
Her eyes were fixed on his as she methodically took off her sunglasses and her bracelet, then untied her kerchief. She ran her fingers through her hair, lifting limp curls and letting them fall again. His throat bobbed as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. He closed the distance between them and pulled a lingering leaf stem from her hair.
“I do have something new to show you.” She glanced at the bunks. The one he slept on was obvious. Wrinkled pajamas were tossed onto a tousled blanket and pillow. “But I have to lie down because the past 24 hours have worn me through to the bone.”
He scooped her up with an arm around her back and the other beneath her knees. She laced her fingers behind his neck. “Well, THIS is new.” Her smile changed the room. “Don’t give yourself a hernia.”
“I’d drop you before that would happen.”
She opened her mouth to retort, and he kissed her with the urgency of a day filled with waiting. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle, slowing him down. After all, rule 5 hadn’t been her idea. She slipped her fingers under the edge of his hat, and it fell to the floor. His body tingled with her hands in his hair.
He carried her to the bunk and laid her down with awareness swelling inside him. Effie’s in my bed. For years, he’d pictured her in every bed he’d slept in, even on occasions when some woman or another was fucking him. He definitely thought of her when he was alone and too sober to avoid feeling lonely. Effie was there in his mind whether his dick was in his hand or not. Imagining her in bed with him was always about more than sex, even as he was denying it.
Now she was actually there, unzipping her pants and inching them down along with government-issued white cotton panties which she was probably mortified to wear. But the flash of them to him was as exciting as anything she would have on underneath layers of escort attire.
Her hips were indeed marked black and blue fading to yellow. “Effie...” When his touch went there first, there was no denying anything.
“Make it up to me.”
His lips brushed each bruise before kissing along her pelvis to silken folds, learning the flavors of her.
She was unprepared for the tenderness. She hadn’t expected it from him. A few licks was all it took before the sounds coming from her throat were unrecognizable.
The intimacy evoked a feeling of possession. His thoughts were all over the place. Damn, this is EFFIE. This is happening with Effie. This is where she should be. Not flying in a hovercraft over corpses. But in my mouth and my hands. With me. I want her with me. The pressure was intense. If he didn’t get out of his clothes he was going to come before she even touched him. He pulled away. “Give me a minute.”
“I’m close.”
“Me too.”
They unbuttoned their shirts at the same time. She opened hers and he tossed his to the floor along with everything else he was wearing. Rule 2 was her idea, not his.
He climbed into bed alongside her and slipped his arms into her shirt, around her waist. He held her tightly and kissed her breasts, dampening the fabric of her bra. He wanted it off, but there wasn’t time.
She stroked the length of him. “I want to kiss you here.”
“Oh, god. Save it. I need you now like this...” He rolled on top and positioned himself against her folds. “Like this...” She sucked in a breath as he slid all the way inside her and started to move.
“Ohh, like this...” She wrapped her legs around him and fell into rhythm with him.
“Damn, I want to kiss that mouth.” Fuck rule 3. Why did I suggest it?
“Save it,” she said, “Tell me what you feel.”
“You,” he groaned. His thrusts were hard and fast. “I feel you. Everywhere... Oh, god... Effie...”
Pleasure spiraled inside her. She could feel it building. Watching, hearing, feeling him come pushed her to the edge of something incredible. She held it a moment, then cried out and let it go.
They collapsed together, clinging. This time they’d followed the rules, but it hadn’t made a difference. He was into her. He was so damn into her.
“Haymitch...” She was panting, “This is... My god. What are we going to do?”
He nuzzled her neck. “How about more of this.”
“But I can’t control the way I’m feeling.”
“Shit. Why do you try to control everything?”
“I... I don’t know.”
“Fucking each other feels good—“
“It feels like morphling.” There was fear in her voice.
“How do you know what morphling feels like?”
“Everyone knows what morphling feels like!”
“What do they do in the Capitol... sell shots of it in bars? How did I miss that?”
“My appendix ruptured when I was 16. I received morphling post-surgery. For ten days, I felt warm and blissful, and on the eleventh day the IV was gone. It wasn’t long enough to become addicted, but it was long enough to know what I’d be missing.”
He held on, not loosening his grip. “We’ve been keeping all this inside a long time. We just need to get it out.”
“How am I going to feel then, when it’s *out*?” Empty? Alone?
“How should I know? How’d you feel the last time?”
“What do you mean?”
“The last time you fucked somebody, and it felt like this.”
“Sex has never felt like this before. Never like morphling. Has it for you?”
“I told you I don’t usually do this sober. ...Just once before.”
The memory crashed over him like a tidal wave. His girl had met him in the Meadow as the sun dipped below the trees. Their bark reflected the sky, and everything was golden. She wore the dress her mother laid out for her for the reaping the next morning. It was deep blue, like the irises she was named after. “Mama traded at the Hob for real indigo dye. She says it will keep me safe. I cut a strip of fabric from inside the hem.” She tied it around his wrist. “Now you’ll be safe too.”
Her long dark hair was pulled back in a yellow ribbon. It was the first thing he took off of her as they kissed on the blanket that he’d brought from home.
“Are you sure about this,” he must have asked her a dozen times.
“Yes,” was her answer, “Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said just before.
“You won’t. Just keep telling me how you feel.”
He moved slowly, so slowly inside her. Warmth enveloped him. She was everywhere at once. Along his skin, his flesh, stirring the core of him. “I love you.”
“Ohh, Haymitch, how long? How long will you love me?”
“I’ll never stop.”
“It’ll always be you for me too. I’ll love you forever.”
“Forever.”
***
“Only once?” Effie asked.
He let go of her abruptly, as if she were poison. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He left the bed, picked his clothes up off the floor, and pulled them on as quickly as possible. He didn’t look at her. He was terrified to look at her.
“Something is wrong.” She shivered from evaporating sweat and the rapid withdrawal of his warmth. “Haymitch, what’s wrong?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it!”
Shut out. Empty. Alone. Effie was already feeling it all effacing the vestiges of her orgasm.
“You should get dressed too,” he said curtly, “We’re late.”
“I don’t know if I’m hungry.” She refused to let tears show in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her voice from shaking.
“Well, I’m hungry. If you figure it out, then I’ll see you at supper. Close the door behind you when you leave.”
And with that he was gone. What just happened? She didn’t understand.
“Shit.” Haymitch muttered as he walked through the corridors. “Damn it!” His hands were shaking.
He could feel the fucking *morphling* in his veins the way he’d felt it when he was 16. If he let himself feel that much — this much — for Effie, and if he lost her, then how the hell would he keep staying alive?
This thing with her has got to stop. It has to stop right now. The thought was nauseating. If his stomach weren’t empty, then he would have vomited on the concrete floor.
The drink he sorely needed was nowhere to be found in that hellhole. “This life is gonna kill me, sooner rather than later.” He was haunted by the memory of his father’s words.
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do you believe in new year's resolutions?
do you have any for 2022?
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heyyyy mumble 🥰🥰🥰
not really?? for me anything specific would just be another ✨should✨ to add to the list of things i'll never do precisely because they're ✨shoulds✨ and feel bad about it :') i find it best to go in with minimum expectations 🤣
me and sib did make one that was completing the level we'd been stuck on for ages but we've already achieved that so 🥳🥳🥳
I'd say mine is just keep going with getting help & helping myself and trying to be more ok with where i am at the moment and what i have bc it really ain't too shabby 😌🥰💖
#ty for the ask mumble!!💛💛#ask#i can't remember where i saw someone describe adhd as having things you want to do always being the highest priority#things you NEED to do as second#and things you SHOULD do ninth 🤣#but they're a genius#oh yeah the game is mario galaxy 2 on the wii bc we're old :')#well not really 🤣#its just fun#oH and another aim is to put less pressure on myself w eating#and focus on what's accessibile and possible for me and worry less about cooking/preparing everything from scratch#pre chopped fruit and veg! ready made sauces!!#they are friends!! i am not in a place where i can obsessively worry about packaging etc!!!
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