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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Shigaraki was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and you help him out

Tw: Blackmail, noncon

You rubbed where your ass hit the hard dust covered floor, wincing in pain. Why kurogiri couldn’t have warped you onto the mattress a few feet away you’ll never know.

Oh wait, you will and do know. Because one quick glance showed you that it was currently occupied by a blood covered Shigaraki, groaning in pain with his back turned to you.

You needed a second to process where you were, having fell through a roof portal only seconds ago unexpectedly, but once you got a good look of your surroundings you were met with a wave of terror.

This is your boss’s room. He never lets anyone into his room. Never. And there he was, in the bed only like a foot away! In a moment he could see you and kill you for trespassing! Why would Kurogiri warp you here? Was he trying to get you killed?

You staggered onto your feet, ready to make a break for the door, but as soon as you took one step a familiar dark fog rose to block your path. Shit, so now you were trapped. With him.

Kurogiri saw your heavy breathing as you began to succumb to a panic attack. You didn’t want to die. Not now. Not here. It’s not even your fault. You just got warped here at random.

In a frenzy you made scripts of pleas and apologies in your head for when Shigaraki will eventually wake up, your heart skipping a beat whenever he shifted uncomfortably.

“Miss y/n please calm down.” Kurogiri tried to reason. “I need you to be calm so you can help him.”

“Why the hell should I be calm?” You whisper yelled. “I mean I’ve barely met this guy and now I’m in his room and soon he’s gonna-…wait…did you say help?”

Kurogiri nodded, turning Shigaraki over so that he laid on his back, his chest rising and falling quickly as he panted. He groaned again, his head rolling onto his shoulder as his knees lifted off of the bed in stress.

“I’m sorry I warped you on such short notice, but this is an emergency that only you can resolve. I know you’re in shock but I need you to help before he takes a turn for the worst.”

You tried to wrap your head around this information, mind spinning from all the new feelings and responsibilities flooding your brain. He had barely given you enough time to think and now you had to help with some emergency.

You took deep breaths, steeling your nerves as much as you could before shakily replying. “Ok…ok…just-what do you need help with?”

Kurogiri took the blanket covering Shigarakis lower half and pulled it down to his knees. There, pressed against his zipper, was the largest erection you’ve ever seen in your life.

A scream got caught in your throat as you looked up and kurogiri in horror at what he was about to propose you do. Instead you let out a small squeak of terror as it twitched when he groaned once more.

Sure, Shigaraki was attractive. But you never thought of him this way. Never thought of doing this, to that, ever. So being maybe a foot away from his rock hard boner was really causing you quite a bit of stress.

He hand even told you what you needed to do but you already had your answer. “No. NO! Absolutely not.” You yelled, wanting to run to the bathroom to pour bleach in your eyes but being once again blocked by his devilish guardian angel.

“Miss y/n please calm down! I would not ask this of you in any other circumstance but this is an emergency, which, if not acted on soon, could be fatal. I’ll explain in detail what happened as soon as you begin pumping him.”

“P-pumping him?! You want me to-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “No. I don’t care just let me out!!!”

Suddenly Kurogiris voice took on a sinister tone. One you’ve never heard before.

“Miss y/n. When you joined the league you made a verbal contract never to purposefully sabotage the league, Shigaraki, or any missions provided to you. Right now you are disobeying all three, and will leave me no choice but to terminate you if you do not reconsider.”

You gulped. “Fine, fire me. Like I’d rather work for a perverted freak.”

“You misunderstood.”

Misunderstood? You mulled his words over in your head before realizing just what he’ll be terminating. Oh.

“S-s-so if I don’t jerk him off… you’ll kill me?” You asked, meekly.

“Correct.”

The same scream once again lumped in your throat, and you gulped down the bile tickling your esophagus before reaching a shaking hand over.

Reluctantly, you smoothed your hand over his clothed package, applying just a whisper of pressure as you groped him lightly. He let out a soft moan, shifting a bit as you attempted to stroke him off through his pants.

“Skin to skin contact, y/n.”

Shit. Ok. Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.

You quickly pulled the zipper down and undressed his crotch unceremoniously, not wanting to idle. His erection sprung from his black jeans, slapping against the back of your hand and making you flinch away.

Just as the size of his tent implied, he was big. Hairy too. It reminded you of a big ol’ sausage standing upright atop a light blue hedgehog. It bounced a little when he twitched, visibly pulsing. Even in shock you were able to admire his length, being much prettier than you expected.

You held your breath, why you weren’t sure, before wrapping your fingers around it. It was surprisingly warm and slick, being coated in his pre which acted as a lube as you slowly glided your hand up and down his shaft. He moaned again, this time a little louder, and curled his fingers into a loose fist as you continued.

Every time you jerked him your hand bounced a little from his fluffy little landing pad. It was a little greasy, sure, but it was surprisingly soft, and the fuzzy feeling actually helped you forget the situation you were currently in, if not for a little while.

“A little faster please, y/n.”

The deep monotone voice of his brought you back. Oh, right. You fasted your pace, your hand now jerking him at an even pace, making his hips jump in surprise. He groaned once more, but did little else.

“So… why again am I doing this? You said it was… an emergency?”

He cleared his throat, staring off into the corner, obviously wanting to avoid having to look at his god-sons dick.

“Yes. You see, Shigaraki had already gained many deep wounds in battle, and has lost large quantities of blood. This was bad enough already, however, he had also been his with an aphrodisiac quirk with an unknown duration.

“This caused the majority of the remaining blood he has to travel to his… nether regions, instead of his head, causing him to fall unconscious. As you can see, he still hasn’t woken up, and it is suspected he still won’t until enough blood is returned to his-“

You unintentionally started to tune him out, more focused on the faces Shigaraki made whenever you squeezed gently at his tip, than his important monotone blabbering.

As grossed out as you were having to do this, you had to admit his mewls were becoming music to your ears. The way his blush covered his face in lustful red was transforming into a delicate piece of art before you. One you want to hide away from everyone else so you can have it all to yourself. It’s adorable. But, you know, you still wouldn’t be doing this if you had a choice. Obviously. Definitely.

Kurogiri noticed you stopped listening, his voice trailing off awkwardly as you both let the wet slaps of Shigarakis dick in your hand and his unconscious moans fill the room.

Clearing his throat, kurogiri summarized. “Essentially, the aphrodisiac quirk in addition to his now small quantity of blood has made him unconscious. So it is your job to make him cum so that he can begin the recovery process in peace before his brain starts to shut down from lack of oxygen. By whatever means necessary.”

You nodded, before his last words fully kicked in causing your eyes to widen and your hand to falter.

“Y-you mean… I might have to…?”

Kurogiri cleared his throat again. “No. You will have to, judging by the fact that you’ve been jerking him for what, 10 minutes? And he hasn’t even come close. This is life or death y/n, you must speed up the process.”

Reminded of the dire situation, and the dire consequences of your potential failure, without thinking you swiftly leaned down and wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking harshly enough that your cheeks hollowed.

His hips jumped right off the bed in surprise, and he let out load groan that gradually turned into a whimper that reverberated around the room. He twisted and moaned as you sunk your vacuum of a mouth further down his shaft.

You bobbed your head, taking your mouth off of him for a sec to get some air only to shove him down your gullet once more. You sucked and licked with all your might, doubling over him like a wild animal.

You were ashamed of how hesitant you were before. The seriousness of the situation had finally kicked in for you, and you scolded yourself for lolly gagging instead of gagging on his lolly for so long. You just hoped you weren’t already too late.

No, no you’re sure if you just stimulate him as much as possible right now you’ll be able to make him cum before his brain shuts down. You just need to focus on the now, and doing all you can for the near future.

You almost smiled when you felt him pulse and his legs tense. Finally, he’s close. You suck with all the strength you have left, going up and down on his cock swiftly as you beg him to finish with your mouth.

His whole body shook in your grasp as he exploded in your mouth. Instantly you were struck with the harsh bitterness his cum had, tasting like battery acid. Dude needs to work on his diet. And even so, despite your nose crinkling and your eyebrows furrowing at the taste, for whatever reason you could not bring yourself to pull away. In the moment you were sure it was out of adoration, but in reality it was from the anxiety of earning another strike from Kurogiri.

Finally he stilled, his hips falling back into the scrappy mattress as he let out a hearty sigh. You released his cock from your plump lips with an audible *pop* and peered up at him to see if he had regained consciousness in that whole ordeal. He had not. How? You’ll never know.

Still, your work here was done, and without a word you rushed out of his room once kurogiri gave access to the door. You were a flustered mess, cheeks red as you sped off to your quarters and buried your face into your pillow. You can not believe you just did that. You can not believe you just did that.

Back in Shigarakis room, his eyes fluttered open immediately once he heard the door slam. He smirked, wiping the “blood” off of his forehead with his finger and putting it in his mouth. Ketchup.

He cackled, tucking himself in and zipping his pants before turning to Kurogiri.

“So, did ya get it?”

A misty black appendage emerged from under the black mist, taking with it Shigarkis cellphone.

“Yes, I did.”

The gotten thing in question was explicit videos and pictures of you doubled over his lap like an animal, all taken discreetly under a thin cloak of mist.

Why did he order Kurogiri to get these? Well, it all started the other night in the bar. Him and Dabi had gotten quite tipsy, and somehow the conversation had gone to you. You were the hot new recruit that was ignoring all advances made by Dabi, pissing him off royally.

Shigaraki mocked him, of course, to which Dabi replied that if he couldn’t get a blowjob from you, there was no way in hell Shigaraki could get one. Not seconds later, the bet was made.

If Shigaraki could get a video of you sucking his cock, Dabi swore on his mothers life that he’d wear one of Togas school girl outfits with pigtails for a day. No rules as to how or when, just that your lips had to touch his cock. And now, his efforts have paid off and then some.

Truthfully, he probably didn’t have to make up such a complex story for his condition, but he’s nothing but thorough, and admittedly had some fun coming up with the ruse.

He yanked his phone back, checking the footage and smiling deviously as it came back clear and focused, before sending it to dabi along with a cocky text.

“Pay up, bitch.”

Dabi had had a shit day, exhausted and numb with sleep as he finally settled down into the shitty mattress he called his bed, only to be woken up by his phone buzzing.

He grumbled in annoyance as he picked up his phone to check, ready to send a harshly worded message to anyone crazy enough to text him at like 3 in the morning. When he saw what it was, his eyes widened and he felt all tiredness leave him and be replaced by dread.

No fucking way.

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“What do you think boss? Pink or blue?” Toga chittered, holding up some hair bands.

“Blue, definitely. It’ll match the skirt-t-t-t hahahahaha”Shigaraki couldn’t help cracking up at the end, not being able to keep a straight face due to Dabis contempt expression. He said nothing, only letting out annoyed grunts and growls when Toga tugged at his hair. His eyes, however, told a story of regret.

Toga giggled, yanking Dabis hair harshly, making him hiss, before bunching it into a messy pigtail. She did it again on the other side, and once she was finished she walked to Shigarakis side and marveled at the finished product. Dabis limbs hung limp in shame, legs kicked out in front of him as he resigned to his fate. He looked like a doll.

Pictures, of course, were taken. But honestly, it was a price Dabi was willing to pay to get those videos of you. No matter how humiliated he felt then, it was nothing in comparison to how you felt when he sent those pictures to you. How your eyes widened and tears gathered in your eyes. How you desperately tried to explain yourself but obviously realized how unbelievable your situation was.

How you begged him not to show anyone, most of all Shigaraki so he didn’t think you willingly molested him in his sleep or something. How you didn’t even wonder how he got those photos in the first place.

How you succumbed to Dabis blackmail and finally, finally agreed to recreate that scandalous video with him in order to keep him from ruining your reputation.

Now that was priceless.

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I know I say this a lot but I’m really sorry this took so long. I had a hard time writing this tbh, getting writers block near the middle and having trouble coming back to it. But, it’s finished, and like usual it might not be exactly what you asked for (I had a little fun with it). Hope you enjoy!

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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sutxdreamwalker · 5 months

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How the remaining Sarentu would react to a human on time of the month

Summary: So I thought how the Sarentu characters would react to a human on there time of the month. This is based around a thing I read about the Sully kids and Reef trio reacting to a human having a time of the month. I figured this would be a little funny and wholesome!

A/n: this is about that time of the month, sillies being sillies, wholesome stuff, platonic, but implied romance

It was a normal day at the resistance HQ, most of the humans were outside, studying the plants that have appeared thanks to the destruction of RDA sites that were causing pollution.

Y/n was laying on some blankets and pillows reading a book, there wasn’t that many people around the main area except for them and the remaining Sarentu na’vi.

They got along pretty well, after all they were all around the same age. But Nor was the oldest out of all of them.

Anyway, while Y/n was laying down, Teylan was tinkering with some gadget, Nor was in his own world of thought, Ri’nela and the Sarentu we’re having a conversation.

It was nice and calm, nothing being interrupted. Until a shot of a pain went there Y/n which made them drop there book and hug the lower half of there body with a groan of agony “AH!”.

That made the na’vi in the room draw there attention to the human. “Y/n! Are you ok?” Teylan said as he ran to them and kneeled down bedside them.

The others stoped what they were doing and went over to the area too. “I’m fine..just, going threw something” Y/n said standing up still having there arms wrapped around them with a look of pain.

When they stood up Teylan noticed something on the blanket they were just sitting one, it was stained red, by the sight of it he knew it was a blood stain.

“Oh my goodness! Your bleeding!” He screamed in panic and Y/n looked down and now had a look of embarrassment and panic.

“Their what?!” The other na’vi yelled, Ri’nela looked over the human to see exactly where there bleeding. “Guys! Guys! It’s ok!” The human tried to calm them down while slowly dying mentally inside.

“No it’s not ok! Your bleeding! and by the looks of it it’s a lot!” Nor exclaimed in worry. “It’s all fine! Really!” Y/n yelled trying to make them stop worrying but they wouldn’t.

“Your bleeding from your lower area!” Ri’nela said now seeing where the blood was coming from. The other three na’vi had confused and slightly embarrassed looks but went back to panicking.

“W-Why are they bleeding from there?” Teylan said sounding pretty frightened for them. “I-It’s…” Y/n tried to explain but couldn’t find the right words.

“I’ll find something to stop the bleeding!” Nor said getting up trying to find something to help.

“Hurry! Their bleeding out a lot!” The sarentu exclaimed. “I’ll radio the others for help!” Teylan said touching the com on his neck “Teylan no!” Y/n yelled.

“There is nothing around here to prevent the bleeding!” Nor yelled from a distance “improvise then!” The sarentu yelled.

“Hello? Priya! Come here quickly! Y/n’s bleeding from her lower area!” Teylan yelled in to the mic. From the other side of the com Priya just stood there and looked at Anqa who heard the panic na’vi and they just bursted out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?!” Teylan cried and just hung up “oh my god..” Y/n was mostly shaking at this point.

Nor was heard coming back “Ok, I couldn’t find anything that seemed that would help but how about this?” He held up a mop “a thing that can absorb the blood..on a stick”.

Y/n just wanted to die, not literally but more like disappear to get out of this awkward situation. They knew their friends were trying to help but they just didn’t understand that they were making the situation insane and awkward.

“What is going here? What’s with all the yelling?” The sound of So’lek’s voice was heard and Y/n thought this was about to get more worse.

“So’lek! Y/n’s bleeding!” The sarentu yelled and So’lek just looked at the group and with a confused blank expression.

“Disgusting, I mean, it’s not like their dying or anything” is all he said “what?!” The group exclaimed. So’lek looked at Y/n “just let them explain, your making them uncomfortable with your panicking”.

He walked out at all eyes were now on Y/n “are we making you uncomfortable?” Teylan asked with a sad look. Y/n looked at all there friends sad and worried expressions “I..no, um, yes?-” they sighed “just, let me do this thing first, and I’ll explain everything, just wait here” they said and walked out to another are of the base.

“We messed up” Teylan frowned looking down, his ears pinned down. “We didn’t mean too” Nor mumbled sitting down “I’m sure Y/n has a good explanation, and we can talk it all out” Ri’nela spoke in a soft tone.

After a while Y/n came back wearing some sweatpants as the group looked towards them but didn’t get up to give them space.

The human sat down were they were once sitting and took a breath “ok, you definitely have questions” they said as the nodded.

“Ok, so, once a month I bleed from my, you know, and it’s normal, it means I am not pregnant yet” Y/n explained.

“What? So someone’s been trying to get you pregnant?” Teylan asked “is it Nor?” The sarentu whispered “no!” Nor yelled.

Y/n only blushed a little “no, no, no, I’m not with Nor, and I don’t need to pregnant when I go thew this”.

“So, it’s how your humans reproduce?” Ri’nela asked “yes, it helps, cause after my menstruation I can get pregnant, if I want”.

“And I feel cramps during this time, which is a pain” they wrapped their arms around there waist.

“Is there anyway to stop the pain?” Teylan asked “yes, a heat pad, but I can’t really find any”.

“So how long is this gonna last?” Nor asked “for about a week” Y/n replied “any think we can do to help till then?” Teylan tilted his head.

“Since you guys are so big, maybe you could try and be my personal heat pad by cuddling me?” Y/n had a bit of a pleasing look in her eye.

“Of course!” Teylan smiled as his tail wagged and everyone else chuckled.

“Come on guys, cuddle pile” the sarentu said as they laid down around Y/n. Teylan wrapped his arms around them, being a big spoon, a really big spoon.

Nor laid next to Y/n but kept his distance, Ri’nela laid at the near the emergency of the blasted and pillow but was still comfy while the sarentu cuddled up in a bunch of pillows in a corner of the pile.

Everyone was comfy and started to slowly fall asleep being all nice and warm in each other’s presence.

Teylan put his hand on Y/n’s stomach to give them warmth for the cramps. The human put there hands over his with a soft smile on there face.

They looked at Nor with the same expression and he smiled back.

Y/n eventually fell asleep, the only thing they were feeling was the warmth from Teylan and his soft low purring.

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patheticdarling · 2 years

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One of Six

Summary: Reader finds out some pretty big news before the final battle against Vecna. Breaking the news to anyone is going to be challenging, how will everyone take it? How will Steve in particular take it? (conversation between Steve & Nancy but between Steve & Y/N instead)

Warnings: mentions of sort of teen pregnancy/ fluff & angst/ mentions of violence/ cussing/ mentions of marriage

Word Count: 1931

*NOT MY GIF*

“No! No! Shit! Fucking,” you swore, trying to keep quiet in the bathroom of the stolen trailer while all of your friends stood just feet outside of it.

“Y/N?” a soft knock on the door, the voice belonging to your best friend, “You alright in there?”

You cracked the door open slightly, “I need you to come in here but be discreet.”

Robin raised her eyebrow slightly, “Everything ok?” she asked as she entered the bathroom, “God, it’s so cramped in here. Why can’t we just go back out there?”

You stopped her as she tried to reach for the doorknob, “Because I don’t want anyone else to hear what I’m about to tell you.”

“You’re not possessed too, are you?” Robin’s voice thick with worry.

“Hell no. Thank God, I can’t imagine what Max is going through right now,” you answered.

“Then what is it? Something happen between you and Steve? Because, honestly, right now a couple fight about who didn’t do the dishes or you stealing his hair spray isn’t all that important, meaning no offense-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Robin’s rambling came to a screeching halt, “What?”

You sighed heavily before handing over the pregnancy test that presented quite possibly the brightest little plus sign you’d ever seen.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, “Holy shit!”

Your hand slapped over her mouth, “Robin!” you lowered your own voice, “What part of ‘I don’t want anyone else to hear’ wasn’t clear to you?”

“Sorry,” her apology muffled by your hand.

You pulled away, “What the hell am I gonna do, Robin? This couldn’t have come at the worst possible fucking time. I mean Max might die, who am I kidding? We all might die and what is Steve gonna say?” you sniffled a bit, the tears pooling your eyes, “We just turned 20, I mean he works at a video store and I work at the school paper with Nancy. We are not ready for a goddamn baby. Fucking-”

“Y/N,” Robin cut you off this time, “We all understand that there’s a lot going on right now, really. But you have to tell at least Steve. Look, he’s a dingus and all but the guy is a real softy. I mean complete goo,” you chuckled a bit as you wiped your tears, “And he is literal silly putty in your hands. Whatever you choose, he’s gonna be there for you. And if for some reason he’s not, I’ll knock some sense into him.”

You sniffled again, “Thanks, Robin,” you pulled her in for a hug, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” she sighed, you pinched her arm playfully, “Joking. I’m always gonna be here for you, Y/N.” You both held one another for a moment, “Now can we please get out of this closet of a bathroom? I’m getting a little claustrophobic.”

The two of you laughed, you stuck the pregnancy test into your pocket before you followed Robin out of the bathroom.

“Everything ok?” Nancy asked as she was the first to take note of the two of you returning.

“Yeah, just jitters or whatever,” Robin answered for the both of you.

“Oh ok,” Nancy smiled, “I think Steve was asking for you, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Nance,” you nodded before making your way to the front of the stolen trailer.

Steve took note of your presence as you sat in the passenger seat, “There’s my girl. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just was talking to Robin about some girl stuff,” you answered, buckling yourself in, “So, how’s it handle?”

“Not so bad. Considering that this is a house,” he answered, you chuckled in agreeance. “Yeah, it’s silly I’ve actually..um..” he sort of hesitated for a moment, “I always had this dream that I’d have this really big family. I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.”

“Six?” you raised a brow, laughing slightly.

“Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” Steve continued, “And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country.” Your eyes soft as you listened to him, “You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.”

“That sounds nice,” a slight relief in your voice that you tried hard not to make obvious.

“Yeah?” he questioned, there was a hidden need for reassurance in his voice.

Your smile tender, “Yeah.” Both of your eyes soft before you shook your head, “Well, uh, except for the six-kid part. That sounds like a total nightmare.”

“If only I had some practice,” he gestured to the back of the trailer.

You nodded, “All right. Fair. That’s fair.”

You should’ve been relieved by Steve’s words, that you might make his dreams come true. But just because he had this realization didn’t necessarily mean he wanted that right now or anytime soon. Hence, why you were iterating all of those thoughts to Robin as you trekked through the woods of the Upside Down along with Nancy and Steve who were trailing just a bit behind the two of you.

“If I had gotten pregnant at a better time then maybe I’d be a bit more relieved. But look at us Robin, we are using a 15-year-old girl as bait and hiking through the Hell version of Hawkins!”

“You’re pregnant?” a voice came from behind the two of you. You turned to see Nancy, her eyes wide as she looked at you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have been talking so loud,” Robin bit her inner cheek.

You marched up to her and kept your volume low, “Nancy, where’s Steve?”

“He went to go pee really fast so I said I’d catch up to you guys. But back to my question, you’re pregnant, Y/N?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, Nance. I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my God. Does Steve know?”

“No, and you have to swear not to tell him or anyone else. This is the least of our problems right now,” you explained.

“Y/N, it is a pretty big fucking problem. I mean you shouldn’t be here, you should be somewhere safe and not in the Upside Down!” Nancy lectured.

“Nance, I was not going to let any of you do this on your own. The safest place for me is with you guys. Besides, too many questions would have been asked if I backed out randomly.”

“Wait is this what you guys were dealing with in the bathroom of the trailer?”

“Yup,” Robin answered, “She went and stole a pregnancy test while we were in the army surplus store.”

“Oh my God. I mean, what now? Should we-”

“Am I interrupting girl time?” Steve’s voice cut off the conversation. You all straightened up, guilt-ridden faces. “Or gossip time,” he glared, “Why do you all look so suspicious?”

All of you recomposed yourself, “What’re you talking about, dingus?”

“Yeah, shouldn’t we get going? We’re running out of time,” Nancy urged us on before she and Robin sped off, leaving you and Steve.

“Well that was weird,” Steve noted.

You attempted to shrug it off, “Not like anything is normal right now.”

“You could say that again,” Steve chuckled as you both followed suit.

There was an unusual silence between the two of you. Usually in a situation like this, as if anything was comparable to it, the two of you would try your best to keep one another’s spirits up.

Steve took note of it too, “Is everything ok, Y/N? I mean I know we’re heading into a literal death trap but you still seem uneasy. What’s going on?”

You tried to push past it, “What’re you talking about? Everything is fine.”

Steve stopped the two of you, “Look, I know you and I know when everything is really fine and it’s clearly not. Plus you’ve been sneaking around talking to the girls all day. I wanna know what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on, Steve. You’re being ridiculous-”

“Ridiculous? No, what’s ridiculous, Y/N, is me feeling like I can confide in you when you obviously don’t feel the same way.” Nancy and Robin were now completely out of earshot, “Do you not trust me?”

“What?” you took note of the pain in his tone, “Of course I trust you, Steve,” you took his hand.

“Then tell me what’s really going on with you. Please.”

You let out a shaky sigh, “Fine.” you turned to look at Robin and Nancy who tried to give you reassuring looks, “I’m pregnant, Steve. I didn’t get a period last month so while you guys were getting supplies, I got a pregnancy test from the pharmacy next door. So that’s what’s really going on with me. And I didn’t want to tell you or anyone for that matter because it should be the least of all of our problems and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be worried or upset. Which you have every right to be with me and I’m sorry I’m doing this to you-”

Before you knew it your rambling was cut off by Steve’s lips on yours followed by a loving embrace, “It’s alright,” his voice stuff as he stroked over your hair.

“I-I’m so sorry, Steve-”

He pulled you back, holding your face in his hands, “Look at me,” your teary eyes hesitantly lifted from the floor, “Remember the dream I told you about?” You just looked up at him, “About the Winnebago. About seeing the country with my six lil’ nuggets?”

You smiled a bit, nodding as you recalled the sweet moment, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded, “It’s all true. Every last word.” A small moment passed, “But I left one part out. It’s the most important part. You’re there.” A tear fell from your eye, “You’ve always been there.”

“Steve,” your voice trembling.

“And if, no, when we live through this, I want it to start right away. I want that life with you or whatever life we might have. I just want you, Y/N.”

A soft smile spread over your face, “I want that too. I want you, Steve.”

“I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you too,” he pulled your face in for a soft kiss but it was one of the most meaningful ones the two of you had ever exchanged.

“Though we might have to talk about that whole six-kid thing. Don’t know if I can handle that stress all over again,” you teased.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, we can just say one of six? Keep our options open.”

You laughed, “Sure, Harrington. We’ll keep our options open.” Steve moved in for another kiss.

“Guys!” Robin’s voice pulled you from the moment, “We found- oh shit. Are we interrupting something?”

“Sort of,” you chuckled.

“Not sort of, totally and completely,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You told him I take it?” Nancy smirked. You nodded as Steve intertwined your fingers.

“How’s it feel that you’re gonna be someone’s old man, dingus?” Robin teased, “That poor kid.”

“Well, they’ll have Y/N and us so they just might make it,” Nancy smiled.

“That’s fair,” Robin laughed, “Now come on Mom and Dad. We’ve got something to show you.”

The two gave you both genuine smiles before turning and leading you off.

“Mom and Dad,” Steve repeated, “I really like the sound of that.”

“Oh really?” you smiled.

“Almost as much as I like the sound of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington.”

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Lavender - Ch. 34

You and Joel reconnect. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-33 found on Tumblr here.

Sorry for the Narcos gif guysssss

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, unprotected P in V sex BE SMART PEEPS), mention of suicide. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.8k

“We need to find some place to sit this out,” Joel frowned, looking up toward the sky.

Something that came along with living in Texas was being able to read when a bad storm was rolling in. It wasn’t a skill he’d kept up in Boston - the climate was so different, he didn’t need to. But this part of the country was different. It was too cool for tornadoes, at least, but it didn’t take a twister to do some serious damage.

The dark clouds had been hanging overhead for hours and Joel had been watching them mount, their heavy, bulbous hangings sinking lower and lower in the sky. It was starting to get dark - too cloudy to properly see the sunset - and there was the distinctive, constant rumble of thunder in the distance.

“There’s not going to be much out this way,” you frowned. “It’s been a while since we saw much of anything…”

Ellie kicked a chunk of asphalt on the street, the scraping of it melding with the sound of distant thunder.

She hadn’t said much since you’d left Kansas City that morning. Joel dug shallow graves for Henry and Sam, lowering their bodies into the earth with a sickening sense of finality. He looked at Henry for a moment before he started to cover him in dirt. The wound on his head was where Joel’s scar lay. If things had gone the way he’d meant to that day, if it hadn’t been for your voice in his head…

“I’ll always love you, Joel. Til the day I die.”

If he thought about it for even a moment he could hear you clearly. He wondered if that was still true, if you still loved him. If he could win you back if you didn’t.

When he’d covered their bodies, you brought Ellie out of the motel. The girl put Sam’s writing pad on top of his grave, the words “I’m sorry” written on it.

“I tried to save him,” she said softly. “He… he showed me his bite and I thought maybe my blood…”

“Oh sweetheart,” you brushed her hair back and pulled her into your chest. “It doesn’t work that way, I’m so sorry.”

“It just…” she peered over your arm, down to the graves. “It felt like I should have been able to save him…”

You stepped back from her and met her gaze.

“You don’t need to save anybody but yourself,” you said. “It doesn’t matter if you’re immune or not. Saving people isn’t your job. It’s not what you’re here to do. You haven’t failed if someone gets hurt, OK?”

She nodded once before looking back at the graves for a moment and taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she said.

She hadn’t said much since. Joel was starting to miss the puns.

“Seen some cuts in off the road last bit,” Joel said, gesturing at the tree line. “They’re a bit grown over but probably get to hunting cabins and shit, we can follow the next one.”

There was another offshoot from the main road less than a mile up. Joel almost missed it, the gravel path so overgrown that it was almost entirely hidden. There was a wooden signpost inside some of the brush, the paint faded with moss growing over the raised letters: The MITCHELL cabin.

“So people used to have more than one house,” Ellie said, sounding skeptical as the three of you followed the remains of the drive. “Enough that people needed signs.”

“Yup,” your hands were looped through the straps of your bag. “Lots of people, actually. I had a friend in college whose parents had a beach house AND a hunting cabin on top of their regular house.”

“Same friend with the kid who you went to the space center with and shit?” Ellie asked, looking up at you.

Joel froze and you glanced back at him over your shoulder before looking back to Ellie.

“No, different friend,” you said. “Believe it or not, I had two. Pretty much just two, though.”

You’d told Ellie about Sarah. Maybe not by name - she clearly didn’t know it was at all tied to Joel. But she knew about Sarah. You’d talked about her, sometime before this trip. About the things you’d done together. You’d talked about her and him and your life together like it was something you remembered fondly, something that was on your mind. Something that was worth sharing.

He kept walking.

“Did you have more than one house?” She asked.

“No,” you laughed. “No, I didn’t even have one, really. My grandmother did, I just lived there. And she just had the one.”

She nodded along, like she was taking the snippets of information you’d given her and filing them away somewhere, keeping a running log of what life was like before the world ended. It was strange, her longing for this world she’d never seen. Her drive to want to return to something she didn’t know.

The cabin was bigger than Joel had expected, more of a vacation house than a true cabin. It was two stories, probably about the size of his house in Texas all told. He doubted anyone had been in it in 20 years. A tree had started to grow through the front deck, the trunk splitting the boards that had become covered in mildew and lichen.

But the windows and doors were all intact, things inside undisturbed. The air was stale and damp but it could be worse.

Joel took a quick look through the place just to be sure before finding the two of you sitting around the kitchen table.

“Anything bad in here?” Ellie asked as you pulled food out from your bag.

“Just you,” he smiled a little. She rolled her eyes but he could have sworn he saw her smile a bit back.

“Three bedrooms upstairs,” he said, setting the lantern out. “One at the back’s got a leaky roof. One down here. Looks like there might be some clothes and things. Sheets and blankets that don’t look moldy.”

“Apparently all we had to do to find a good place to stay for a few days was wander the woods in the midwest,” you said. “Who knew.”

“Kid, you take one of the rooms upstairs,” he said. “We’ll be down here, just in case someone does show up.”

After eating, you gave Ellie a book from your bag and she curled up in the corner of the dusty couch while Joel inspected the fireplace, opening the flue and clearing it. The thunder was getting closer.

“I’m going to find dry wood while I can,” he said. “Stay put.”

The distance made him anxious. Not that he went far, but it was getting dark. With his deaf ear, the sounds of the forest and the worsening thunder, he wasn’t sure he’d hear you or Ellie if you screamed. He missed the days of cell phones, when he could have just expected you to call if something happened. It was hard to focus on much else, not certain that the two of you were safe.

When he got back, you were on the couch, reading something on your lap by candlelight.

“Ellie has the lantern,” you said by way of greeting. “What’s it looking like out there?”

“Storm should be here any minute,” he said. “Might be good to stay here tomorrow, too. Just… after everything.”

“No clickers or anything?” You asked.

“Far enough out, should be safe,” he replied. “And no one’d found this place before us, should be off the radar of anyone else.”

“So we can actually breathe without someone trying to kill us?” You asked. “What a strange concept…”

He just smiled a bit while he built a fire, glancing back at you every so often to see the candlelight catching on your hair. You started absently humming something and he frowned.

“Is that Fast Car?” He asked.

“Hm?”

“You’re humming,” he said. “Fast Car?”

“Oh,” you smiled a bit. “Yeah, sorry, it’s been stuck in my head for a few days…”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “Just… haven’t heard it in a while.”

He wondered if you were thinking of him playing it on the guitar by the pool on a summer night, back when things were normal. When he took you to bed that night, he moved slow inside you, your soft sounds catching on your throat when you came.

“I’m going to check on Ellie,” you said, putting the book down heading up stairs.

Joel stared into the fire, watching as the wood was consumed. The thunder was close now, the storm almost upon you. He could feel the shift in air pressure when he was outside, the swollen clouds overwrought and ready to burst.

“And she’s out,” you said, carrying an armload of blankets and pillows. “Why is it so relieving when you know a kid is asleep?” You set the linens on the floor next to the couch and sat beside them. “It’s not like she’s a toddler or that we need to keep her from getting into things she shouldn’t. Except maybe the guns… But hell, she’s a teenager and we don’t have to worry about her sneaking out! But it’s still so nice to know that she’s asleep.”

“See how long that lasts,” he said as a rumble of thunder shook the house.

“Well, I gave her a sleeping pill,” you winced a little as you said it. “There were some left at the pharmacy in Lincoln. She’s seen enough today, she needs to sleep, it seems safe here… figured it was the time to use one.”

He nodded slowly. He was a little jealous that someone would be able to sleep that deeply. He hadn’t. Not in years.

You started spreading blankets out on the floor, near the fire.

“Figured we could have some padding for the damn sleeping bags if we need to be near the door,” you said. “Nice change from just the ground.”

You settled on the small nest you’d made facing the fire, your legs pulled into your chest, arms around your knees. Joel just watched you for a moment, your eyes reflecting the flicker of the fire, the curve of your neck, the barest hint of cleavage visible behind your button down shirt. You took down your hair, unwinding it from the braids, running your fingers through the curls that had formed in it until it hung loose and wild around you.

Fuck, he missed you. Missed touching you, tasting you, knowing you in a way no one else got to know you. He missed being the keeper of the things that were otherwise yours alone. The sounds you made when you were lost in pleasure, the way you twitched in your sleep, the expressions you made when deciding what to wear when getting dressed in the morning. It was like he’d become a museum of these things about you, things that he didn’t know what to do with now. But he couldn’t bear to lose them.

He moved closer to you, sitting close enough beside you that his arm brushed yours. You smiled a little at him. He hoped it would help, being closer to you. That it would ease this ache inside him. That something, anything, would provide some relief.

“How are you doing?” You asked after a moment.

Longing? Needy? Missing what he’d fucked up with you so much it hurt?

“Fine,” he shrugged.

“You sure?” You asked, twisting a little to look at him. Your brows were drawn together. “I’m not trying to pry, I just… I’m worried.”

He was close to you, so close to you. But the ache was worse, growing into something hot and demanding.

“Don’t want you to worry,” he said, his voice rough. He was leaning into you. He wasn’t meaning to, he wasn’t thinking about it, there was something in him just pulling him into your orbit. It was like gravity, not something he could deny or fight against. And he was having a hard time caring.

“Joel,” you said softly. The fire in him was spreading, from the center of him, through his limbs, his fingers, threatening to swallow him whole until he was nothing but ash at your feet.

His hand went to your face moving slowly, gently. Like he would an animal he didn’t want to startle. His fingers slipped into your hair. Your skin was soft and smooth below his palm and his lips brushed yours for half a moment before he kissed you.

You felt just like he remembered and he hadn’t realized how much he’d immortalized you in his mind until that moment, your lips moving against his own, your breaths coming in short, soft pants against him as he adjusted his body to be against yours.

But you pulled back from him, still so close that your lips brushed his own when you spoke.

“I can’t do this with you, Joel,” you whispered. “I can’t…”

You pulled back from him, slipping away from his hand, his touch. You looked like you were in pain.

“Baby,” he whispered back but you just shook your head.

“No,” you said. “I can��t… I just… I can’t.”

You got up and went for the door, leaving him on the floor behind you.

***

Your head was spinning, your chest tight. The air outside was thick and the thunder was loud enough that you could feel it in your bones. You fought to not cry as you stood outside the cabin, looking up at the trees and the clouds overhead.

It took everything you had to not go in there and jump on the chance that Joel was giving you. You wanted it - you wanted him - so bad it hurt. You’d never wanted anything more than you wanted him and he was there. So close. But he would destroy you, you knew that now. Shred you from the inside out until there was nothing of yourself left to try to save. You couldn’t do that, not anymore.

“Can’t do what,” he followed you out of the house and you closed your eyes and sighed.

“Joel,” you turned to face him, keeping your eyes closed.

“What can’t you do?” He asked, his voice calm. You opened your eyes and he was so close to you, so close you would hardly need to move to kiss him again.

God, kissing him…

“I can’t…” you crossed your arms over your chest to keep yourself from touching him. Your voice caught on your throat. “I can’t…”

“Baby,” he reached for you again but you pulled back and, suddenly, the driving, throbbing want shifted to something else entirely.

Why did he think he could just do this? Why did he think he could just touch you? Have you? Whenever he wanted?

“I can’t be the vessel that you use to work your shit out with, Joel!” You snapped. “I can’t do it, I can’t let you keep doing that to me it hurts too goddamn much and…”

“That’s not what this Is,” he said softly. “That’s not…”

“You and I both know that’s what this is,” tears stung at your eyes. “And I understand that you’re going through a lot, that you miss Tess, that you’re hurting because of…”

“No,” he shook his head. “No that’s not…”

“Yes, it is!” You said. “This is what we do, you and me. I fawn over you like some stupid little girl and you use me for whatever it is that you feel like you need and you throw me away when you’re done with me and I can’t fucking do that again, Joel, I can’t do it!”

“It’s never been…”

“When hasn’t it been that way?” You demanded. “When? The first time you fucked me after I practically threw myself at you like an idiot and then you ignored me for weeks? Was it when you broke up with me over the phone because I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore? How about when you blamed me for the worst thing that ever happened to you and told me you wished you never met me?

“Every time, every fucking time you want me I give in to you and then you put me down and I just sit there, like some broken toy, waiting for you to come back and I can’t do that anymore!”

There was a crack of thunder and the lightning was bright enough that you could see the pain on Joel’s face. His eyes were searching your own, desperate and sad.

“You think that’s all you are to me?” He asked quietly. “That you’re something that I use and throw away?”

You held his gaze and squared your jaw. He stepped closer, so close that your bodies were touching.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you existed…” he said. You shook your head and bit your lip and tried to keep yourself from crying. “I never wanted to leave you but I was watching you give up things that you should have had, that you were good enough and smart enough to have. I was seeing you give up shit that you deserved because of me and I couldn’t let you put yourself on hold for me! I couldn’t be the thing that fucked your life up, I loved you too fucking much to be the thing that fucked your life up…”

“I watched you be with someone else for 15 years, Joel!” You choked it out. “You…”

“I was scared!” He said, all but yelling it. “I was fucking terrified!”

“Terrified of what!”

“Of not being able to survive if I lost you!” He was panting for breath. The thunder rolled and a fat raindrop landed on your forehead. He took a deep, shaky breath. “I couldn’t… What happened today, with Henry… The only reason I’m alive today is because of you.”

“What?” You breathed, your eyebrows knitting together.

“No one tried to shoot me,” he said. His voice trembled. “The scar… I’m the one who missed. It was the day after the outbreak and Sarah… We’d passed so many bodies, it didn’t seem like you could have survived and it felt… it felt like you were gone. Without her, without you it just… There wasn’t a point to any of it…”

“Joel,” you reached for him, your hand touching his face, your fingers finding the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch.

“When I tried,” he said. “When… when I pulled the trigger, I heard your voice in my head. What you said to me when… when I left you. It was like you were right fucking next to me and it… I flinched. Because some part of me knew you were out there somewhere. That life could be worth it again someday if I could just fucking get to you.

“But being with you again…” He closed his eyes. Rain was falling harder, faster. “Fuck, Baby, it was all I wanted but I was scared, I was so scared all the fucking time. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t… I knew that if something happened to you that I wouldn’t survive it and I couldn’t live with it. I couldn’t do it, that’s why I left, why I pushed you away. I was too weak, I was too… I was too afraid to love anything the way I loved you. The way I still love you. I tried to stop it, I tried to push you far enough away that I’d survive it but I can’t, I can’t stop… Loving you feels like all I know how to fucking do and I can’t try to keep myself from doing it anymore. I can’t keep doing it from afar, I can’t keep trying to keep you safe from arm’s length, I can’t live like this anymore.

“I know I’ve hurt you,” he said quietly. “I know that I don’t deserve to ask you for a goddamn thing. But I… Please. Let me love you. Let me try to get it right this time.”

The rain was falling and you could barely feel it, even though you knew it was soaking you. All you could feel was him, how close he was, how it was like he’d broken open all your defenses.

“I can’t handle you leaving me again,” you managed. Your hand was still on his face. “I can’t…”

“I won’t,” he breathed. “I know you have no reason to trust me but I will never leave you, never. I can’t…”

You kissed him. You couldn’t help it anymore, not when he was this close to you, not when he was offering you the only thing it felt like you’d ever really wanted.

His hands went to your face, twisting in your hair, cupping the arch of your neck, pulling you closer against him as the heavens opened and sheets of rain poured down.

He pulled back from you ever so slightly.

“We should go inside,” he said, your body cradled against his. You only nodded.

You barely made it in the door and Joel was tugging at the buttons of your shirt, fumbling with them until he was sliding the wet fabric down your arms and onto the floor, his mouth on your own. You pulled at his back, trying to not pop the buttons while getting to his skin as quickly as you could, eventually shoving the sleeves down his arms and exposing the smooth, tan skin of his chest, the softness of his stomach.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your jaw to your throat, his big, warm hands splaying over back, pulling you tightly against him.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his lush hair, pressing your lips into his chest. “I’ve missed you so much…”

His mouth traveled back to yours, his tongue slipping into you. You were breathing the same air as him, he was everywhere around you, the only thing you could feel, the only thing that you wanted to feel.

“Need you,” he groaned against your lips as he unclasped your bra. “Need to feel you, need to be inside you…”

“Joel,” you ran your hands over his back, his bared skin, feeling him, feeling like coming back home after years away. His hands slipped around to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before hiking your leg over his hip. His hard length was pressed against your center and it was like a shock ran through you, a hunger inside you that you hadn’t felt since he last touched you.

Everything else paled in comparison, the overwhelming need clawing and ripping to get to him, to make him a part of you and you a part of him. You wanted him more than you wanted anything else, wanted him more than food or water or air.

He moved you to the couch and lowered you onto it, dropping on his knees in front of you. He pulled himself away from you enough to slide your pants and underwear down your body, casting them aside before he ran his hands up the inside of your bare thighs as you panted for breath.

It was exposing, the intimacy of him looking at you, his eyes roving over your naked body, lingering on your wet slit. You fought the urge to squirm, to shift and hide. He reverently slid his hands along your thighs, meeting at the apex of your legs. He gently, softly ran his thumbs over you until they met at your clit making you whimper.

“Fucking beautiful,” he slipped a thumb between your lower lips, slipping closer to your entrance. “Most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen…”

He left one hand against you as the other one slipped around to your lower back and tugged you closer, sliding your body to the edge of the couch, pressing his lips against yours again.

His kiss was harsh, starving, like he was going to devour you. As though he hadn’t already consumed you, swallowed everything you were.

He slipped his thumb up to your clit and pressed one finger into you, opening you for him so slowly it was almost painful. You moaned into his mouth and his finger hooked up into your inner wall into the spot that made you melt, the place inside you that felt like belonged to him and him alone.

“Need you,” you were panting, your body tightening around him.

“I know Baby,” he said softly, sinking another finger inside you. “Need to make you cum first…”

His thumb worked your clit, his fingers stretching you open, his other hand making you arch into his body, his tongue plundering your mouth. You were full of him, surrounded by him and you couldn’t get enough of him. Your whole body was tensing around him, tightening like a spring until you came and he swallowed your gasping moan.

The second you felt like you were in control of your body again, you reached for his pants, desperate to get him naked. You needed more of him, you had to feel more of him. He helped you, sliding his jeans and underwear down and off. You separated from him enough to look at him again.

It had been so long it was like seeing him for the first time. If you had to pick a favorite color, you were torn if it would be the color of his eyes or the color of his skin, the rich, golden tan of him. He was softer now than he had been before but his chest and arms were still firm and strong and you wanted nothing more than to be held against his chest in his arms. And his cock…

Joel had always been the best you’d ever had and the biggest. There were parts of you that no one but him had touched, his length thick and hard and dripping. Your body ached for it.

You swallowed, your heart thudding against your ribs as you looked up at him. He trailed his nose along your throat to your ear.

“I won’t hurt you again,” he breathed. “Never going to leave you again…”

He pulled you tightly against him and pulled you to the floor, laying you down in front of the fire on the blankets. Joel delicately ran his fingers over your tender sex, making you moan, collecting your wetness and covering himself in you before notching himself at your entrance.

He settled himself between your legs, the weight of him pressing into your hips, your stomach, his arms caging you in, fingers in your hair.

“I love you,” you breathed as he sank into you, his cock opening you up, your body taking him into you until he was fully inside you. His forehead dropped to yours as he panted for breath, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, I love you,” he managed, gasping and desperate. “Feels so good, so fucking good…”

He kissed you again before moving in you. It was slow at first, aching and desperate. Like every ounce of pain, every moment of being without him was being worked out where your bodies were joined. He reached the end of you with every thrust, the head of him pressing against your back wall so hard there was a twinge of pain to it, pain you welcomed because it meant you were full of him.

You worked your hips back up against his and he picked up the pace as he kissed down your jaw to your throat, your breasts, taking a nipple delicately in his mouth, brushing his teeth over the tender nub.

“Joel,” you panted, your body tightening around him again, drawing in so much that it felt almost impossible for it to build any more. “Please…”

He released your nipple and kissed you again, his tongue fucking into your mouth the same way he was your pussy.

“Never letting you go,” his voice was frantic, desperate, his hips pressing hard and deep into you with almost bruising strength. “Never going to hurt you again, never… fuck, I love you, love you…”

Thunder shook the house and you cried out as you came, your walls clamping around him. He thrust into you twice more before he plunged as deep into you as he could and came undone, spilling into you as you gripped him tight.

He collapsed on top of you, still inside you, both of you panting for breath. Joel reverently ran a finger along your hairline before threading his hand into your hair, tilting your head to kiss you gently.

“You’re staying,” you said it, didn’t ask it. You felt it this time.

“Never leaving,” he breathed. “Never leaving you again.”

A/N: OHMYGOD WE FINALLY GOT HERE JFC. Yes you can get attached, they're together now, this is sticking, you can feel safe with these two idiots in love. I hope this at least somewhat lived up to the hype and the build up and that you're feeling somewhat satisfied! If not, there will be a fair bit more smutty bits from here onwards because obvs.

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2therazor · 5 months

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clean sheets

w/c: 2916

revenge gerard x reader

content warnings: afab, dom reader, mommy kink, slightttt masochism, established relationship, unprotected sex, degradation

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!THIS IS A REPOST FROM BEFORE I DELETED THIS BLOG!

it had been an extremely long day. extremely long. all day your boss on your ass about this and that, every thought straying further away from stability. wasn’t being an adult supposed to be fun?

as soon as you pulled into the driveway you felt your heart sink, every emotion in the world had just hit you at once as you slowly got out of the drivers seat and closed the door. the only thing on your mind was walking into the front door and being able to see gerard. days like this he would for sure be sat on the couch watching anything ranging from a superhero movie to a horror movie. (and nowhere in between) you smiled at the thought as you slowly pushed open the front door.

“hey baby,” he called from the couch as you slowly shut the door.

you kicked off your shoes and set down your bag without saying a word. gerard knew something was off right away. you were never this quiet coming home.

“hey.” you sighed, trying to hide the frustration and irritation in your voice. which you knew, wouldn’t do much. gerard always had a way of knowing if something wasn’t right, even if you tried to be as nonchalant as possible, there was no getting past him.

“what’s wrong?” he paused the movie and turned his head to look at you in the doorway. your head was down the entire time, looking at your feet.

the question alone was enough to make you crack as you quickly burst into tears, not lifting your head from your feet to look at gerard. you knew the look of concern on his face would probably only make it worse and you hated to worry him.

“oh sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shifted from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body. the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with cigarettes was all too familiar to you. never once did you not feel safe in his arms, especially when you were like this.

“it’s just- my stupid fucking boss again” you choked between sobs, burying yourself deeper into his sweater.

you felt an arm come up to rub small circles on your back as he pulled away from you, looking at you with those soft, hazel eyes. you could’ve swore you’d die right there. he spoke gently, “was she on your ass again about the drafts?”

you nodded, attempting to hide in his arm again, but he stopped you, bringing a hand up to your cheek to wipe your tears.

“I’m just so frustrated and irritated, she makes me feel like i’m always doing everything wrong. i cant stand being treated like im like five years old and incapable of doing my job.” you brought your own sleeve to wipe your nose and eyes, wondering how gerard could see you like this; a sobbing mess, and still think you were the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes upon.

“i know baby, i know. why don’t you come sit with me for a bit, I’ll make you some tea and you can just relax for a bit.”

you smiled up at him and nodded gently. he always knew how to comfort you even if it was something so small and ridiculous in your mind.

“okay, come on,” he put his hand in yours and gently guided you over to the couch to sit. when he tried to walk away to turn the tea kettle on, he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sweater.

“stay? just for a little? just wanna hold you, please”

you croaked, lowering your hand.

he smiled gently, black hair falling into his eyes. “okay, yeah. ok i can do that.”

you smiled as he sunk into the couch. immediately, you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around you.

you both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence when you began to feel a bit antsy. moving around every few minutes, hoping gerard wouldn’t notice.

but the truth was, it was hard not to notice what you were doing. squirming more and more as time went on. when you realized gerard was playing dumb, you looked up at him and weakly spoke.

“gee?”

he turned his head to look at you, but he had that sick sly grin on his face. he definitely knew what you were trying to do. but still, he played along, acting all innocent, pretending he didn’t have a clue.

“what’s up?”

you bit your lip, embarrassed to even bring it up, but still you tried, “can we… try something?”

there it was, that smile that he tried (but failed miserably) to hide, gently looking down at you, bringing a hand to your face. “what did you have in mind?”

you were so flustered but were getting to a point where none of that mattered anymore, so gently you said, “like… maybe i could be dominant? push you around, make you beg… just need to let off some steam..”

gerard was failing so hard to keep his composure, all he could muster out was a mere “fuck baby”

you smiled, slowly snaking up to his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. kissing gerard was usually gentle and slow, but now he seemed desperate, practically begging you without words to push your tongue deeper into his mouth.

he pulled away for a second, hair messy, lips slick with your saliva and his combined. “lets take this to our room?”

you smiled and gently put a hand on his chest, trailing your fingers closer to his obvious bulge.

“yeah, I’d like that”

on the way to the bedroom you two could hardly keep your hands off of each other, gerard grabbing you by the hand and dragging you down the hall only for your lips to collide again as soon as he shut the door.

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

there was a spark in your eyes as you lowered your head to smile and speak. “go sit on the bed.”

gerard could’ve sworn he felt his dick twitch at that comment, he simply complied. making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge, waiting patiently.

“aw, already being so good baby… but I’m gonna need you to sit all the way on the bed, can you do that for me?”

gerard felt his face turn red, god it was so hot to see you like this, him listening to every command you spoke, not questioning a damn thing. he felt so vulnerable, but god did he love it. you were intoxicating, there was no doubt about that.

and so, he slowly crawled back further onto the bed, groaning at the tight feeling in his jeans.

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

god he was so needy, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “did you really think it was gonna be that easy? christ gerard, i haven’t even taken my clothes off and this is how you treat me?”

his eyes widened with anticipation, not knowing what to say next he blurted out,

“mommy, please. im sorry.” he stifled a moan.

fuck. you were done for.

you tried to keep the façade up as you slowly walked over to the bed and began to strip slowly, making sure gerard was watching your every move. and he was, practically fucking you with his eyes.

he moved a hand down to attempt to touch himself but was quickly stopped by your hand attempting to pin his wrist to the bed.

“did I say you could touch yourself?” you growled climbing into his lap, still in your panties.

he turned his face to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. you were not gonna let him off that easy.

“look at me. did I say you could touch yourself gerard?”

he whined at the pressure of you on his lap and slowly breathed out, “no.. im just. fuck i need you baby. need to be inside of you.”

a slap rang through the room, gerard gently bringing his hand up to his cheek.

“you’re not behaving gerard. good boys wait. and what are you supposed to call me?”

his glossy eyes turned to you as he spoke, “im sorry mommy. i’ve been bad. didn’t mean to-“

you cut him off with a kiss, this time more gentle.

“color?” you asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

you smiled as you went back to kissing down his neck, slowly grinding down on his lap with each kiss.

gerard really couldn’t be in his pants much longer, and as you pulled away from his neck, he asked quietly, “mommy? can i take my pants off? please…”

you smiled, gently moving to push your leg against the tent that had been growing in his jeans.

that was enough to make gerard whine and moan all over again, attempting to cover his mouth with one of his free hands. you quickly put a stop to this.

“no, wanna hear you baby boy, you’re so pretty. gotta hear you moan while I fuck you.”

his eyes shut tight and hips bucked against your leg as he let out another high pitched moan.

you smiled, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down but leaving his boxers on. quickly he kicked away his jeans and they were lost to the floor for the third time this week.

pre come leaked in a small patch on his boxers, barely visible underneath the black fabric. you were practically dripping wet at the sight, not once breaking eye contact as you freed his cock from his boxers.

this earned you a small whine from gerard who had his head thrown back against the pillows with labored breathing. you could see sweat glistening on his forehead, wondering how he got worked up so quickly with you.

“gee baby?” you got his attention, tugging on the hem of one of his many band tees that had seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

“mm?” he replied, soft and quiet. god how did you get so lucky.

seconds later, you were pulling the shirt off his head throwing it to the floor along with his boxers. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the world. long black locks sticking to his forehead, leftover makeup from nights before.

“c-can you touch me?” he whined, squirming around beneath you.

“i don’t know… you’ve been so so impatient all night. dont know if you deserve it…” you started to trail off.

that really made gerard move beneath you. you could tell he was biting his tongue, holding back from talking back to you again because he knew the consequences.

noticing his movement you slowly dragged your panties off your body. “think you can do something for me baby?” you enquired as he watched you with eager eyes.

“yes, i can do anything for you mommy.” his voice barely audible as he looked up.

“can’t hear you baby…” you gripped your fingers around his throat, giving him a tight squeeze. “speak up, or i’ll just leave you here for another hour.”

his voice was strained as he tried to speak through your hand gripping down on his throat. “please. god please, i’ll do anything, i’m your good boy please.”

you chuckled at his babbling, slowly removing your hand from his throat “so needy…” you said moving your pussy closer to his face. “gonna sit on your face, and if you’re good, i’ll fuck you hard and rough like you like.” you knew the power you held over him right now and you were not going to break character. not when your boyfriend was a sweaty, whiny, mess underneath you. you swore you felt it go straight to your core at the thought,

before he could respond, you lowered yourself onto his face, thighs on both sides of his head, causing him to grip onto your thighs.

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

he quickly realized his mistake removing his hands from your body.

“why are you so needy today? you want mommy’s pussy so bad? you have to fucking earn it whore.” you spoke above him before lowering yourself on his face again. he started out slow, small licks from the bottom of your dripping cunt to your clit, sucking hard.

“fuck baby,” you moaned attempting to grind harder down on his face. still, he continued, licking every drop from you, making filthy noises and sucking on your clit in between licks. you were so close, every breath stifling as you sunk further down on him. his tongue plunging deeper and deeper.

gerard could tell you were close, he knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasms like the back of his hand. he sped up, eating you out with so much desperation that it was almost pathetic.

“ah- gerard fuck.”

he stopped for a moment, lightly using his hands to push you off of his face so he could speak. “please cum baby… please, wanna taste you on my tongue, just fucking use me.” before bringing you back to his mouth

you broke, a moaning, overstimulated mess above him as you reached your high, legs shaking as you slowly moved off of his face breathing heavily.

you noticed gerard hadn’t gotten any softer down there, in fact, he looked bothered. the tip of his cock so red and sensitive, pre-come still leaking from the tip. you smiled gently and caressed his cheek. “you did so fucking good for me baby… want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard you can barely think?”

he nodded quickly and sighed out of relief. he needed you so badly.

“fuck me, please. be rough, do whatever you want… just need you now.”

and that's all you needed to hear before sinking down on his cock. still, even if you had been together for almost two years, it was always difficult to adjust to his size. he moaned at the sight of you, throwing his head back and exposing his bare neck. quickly, you wasted no time marking his neck. you knew he loved it when you bit him, licked him and kissed him up and down his neck. always relishing the sweet sounds that came with it. he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, rubbing small circles around your nipples.

you quickly sat up and began to move your hips at an even pace. gerard’s moans filling the room as you bounced up and down on him, not stopping.

for a moment you looked down at him, he was so fucked out it was unbelieveable. you slowly reached your hands down to his neck to choke him again. you felt him go stiff underneath you, letting out a guttural moan from his throat. his eyes grew soft, and although you were in charge, a wave of adoration flooded you as he grabbed your hand and pushed it down harder against his throat.

you picked up the pace again, hands still squeezing his neck tight.

“fuck.. so good..feels so. good.” he babbled beneath you, you could hardly keep your composure at this, that tight knot in your stomach making itself extremely noticeable again.

you moved your hands away from his throat to bring them to his thighs, slapping him as you sped up. you knew he liked it rough, and after the day you had, he told you not to hold back. and that’s exactly what you did.

“gee, m’ so close” you whined, still not slowing down.

“me too- fuck. can we cum together? please? i’ve been good.”

you had to hold yourself from cracking up because he had been anything but good. still, with the state you were both in, you didn’t have the strength to boss him around anymore. you needed release and so did he.

“yes baby, cum for me. do it hard, come for mommy like a good boy…” and it seemed those were the magic words as gerard bucked his hips up in one thrust, and you felt the familiar twitch of him inside of you. you came shortly after, barely able to sit up anymore.

both of you breathing heavily looked at each other and smiled as you slowly climbed off of your boyfriend’s lap, careful not to make too much of a mess.

gerard quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a towel from your shared closet to wipe you down before you had to clean the sheets for the fourth time this week. once he was done he pulled you into his arms, smiling and humming as he looked down at you, almost asleep.

“doing okay?” he asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“yes, more than okay actually” you giggled, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “how about you baby? are you okay?”

“oh god yes,” his cheeks turned upright as he tried to laugh it off, acting like he didn’t have some of the best sex in his life with you.

you smiled into his chest, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel the curve of your lip pressed against him.

“nap time?” he asked, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“yes, definitely.” you curled back into him and gently dozed off, forgetting about the god-awful day you had.

#mcr x reader #gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #mcr x reader smut #mcr fanfiction #frank iero x reader #mikey way x reader #ray toro x reader #mcr smut

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 6 months

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Hi there! Just came across this blog, and I must say you do some great work!

Okay, ever since I first heard of Pokémon as a kid back in the 90's, I've desperately dreamed of having my favourite Pokémon, Haunter, as my beloved companion. So I'm fairly interested in hearing how you'd rank a Haunter, the very best ghostly boy ever, as a pet :) I know he comes with some potential health risks to an owner or trainer, but listen, I'm willing to risk an odd paralysis here and there if it means I'll finally get to have a Haunter as my sidekick! <3

[Thank you so much!]

Well…uh… I really wouldn’t recommend it, but I know I’m not stopping it. I know there’s a lot of trainers out there who use haunters in battle but I’ll be honest: those people are like, recklessly bold. I’m afraid keeping a haunter comes with more of a risk than just paralysis. But I’m getting ahead of myself: let’s get into it.

Space is a non-issue for haunters. While at five-feet tall these pokémon are pretty large, they are nearly weightless and can pass through solid surfaces, like walls, with ease (Red/Blue). This is both good and bad: on one hand it means that they can fit in any home. On the other, it means that they could come and go from your home whenever they want to, and there’s nothing you can do about it. That could be a problem, as we’ll get into later, but it does save haunter from a lower rank than an F. If you want to adopt a haunter, you’ll need to keep your home pretty dark at all hours of the day. Wild haunters spend all of their time in the shadows, out of what seems to be both a preference and a necessity for survival: in well-lit cities, they are said to be going extinct (Gold, Moon)!

Ok, let’s get into the real issue here: haunters kill people. They are known to stalk and ambush any living things who pass by them alone and in the dark (especially those in a gloomy mood), licking them with their gaseous tongues to “sap their life away” (Yellow, Gold, Silver, Crystal, Ultra Moon). If you are licked by a haunter, you will face a long, painful death: you will be racked by constant shaking until you die (Yellow, Silver). Now, it’s unclear if haunters need to do this in order to survive, but they do it often enough that the pokédex gives a firm warning to never approach this pokémon, even if they are acting friendly (Ruby/Sapphire). Let’s say, just as a hypothetical, your haunter decides that they like you enough to not kill you. That’s great! But, like I said earlier, you have no means of restraining you haunter to your house. They could go off and steal the lives of whoever they want! At the very least, keeping a haunter as a house pet would require extensive training.

Their notorious lick isn’t the only means that haunters have to menace humans: they have access to dangerous ghost-type moves like Curse, which saps your HP over time until you fall unconscious, or Night Shade, which hurts you depending on your level. If you’re an adult human, you probably have a pretty high level. They also can use staples like Shadow Punch, Lick (of course), Hex, and Shadow Ball, all of which present a threat. Given that haunters appear to be pretty malevolent beings, an attack is certainly not out of the question. Unless you are well-trained in taking care of ghost-type pokémon, your survival chances when attacked by a haunter are startlingly low.

There aren’t many pokémon that I’ve covered so far that actively hunt and kill humans as a part of their natural behavior. I know there’s people out there, probably experts, who could maybe handle a haunter as a house pet, but they really take their lives (and their neighbors’) into their own hands every day. I can’t, in good conscience, suggest a haunter as a pet, sadly.

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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So, you asked for domestic requests - it‘s not exactly humourous, but at least it‘s fluff: how about Joel taking care of a reader who‘s got bad cramps? She‘s kinda anxious about it and he‘s like „Darlin‘ a little blood never scared me“ or sth like that (totally not inspired by me being on my period and trying not die because the painkillers aren‘t working yet)

Anyways, no stress, it‘s only an idea. Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do it. Love your writing 💕 ok byeee

Thank you for your kind words! I love this idea and I hope you feel better soon 🫶❤️

Dramatic

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: This ended up being way shorter than I thought it was gonna be but enjoy it nevertheless!

Warnings: period talk, reader being (rightfully) annoyed with Joel, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

“I just think you’re bein’ a little dramatic.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in the bathroom, staring at him as he lingered in the doorway.

“I’m going to give you a chance to rethink what you just said to me.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he retries and you hum. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. You roll your eyes but lock your arms around his shoulders. “And strong, and kind, and so incredibly out of my league.”

“And forgiving, too. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, the most forgiving,” He mumbles as he kisses your lips. You sigh against him, momentarily forgetting the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen.

It’s not that you were a stranger to your periods. Since the world fell apart, they were irregular if you even got them at all. Turns out running for your life and not being able to eat consistently while in Boston was not great for your body. But now that you were in Jackson, things were different. You had enough food, rest, and less anxiety than you had in a long time. Your period made her valiant return in response. Which is great, it’s what any other healthy person with a uterus would want, but learning to manage the symptoms again was a whole new playing field for both you and Joel.

The pain is, somehow, worse than you remember it, and your whole body feels tender and sluggish. You cried because you finished washing all the dishes in the sink only to go upstairs and find one of Joel’s mugs sitting on the bedside table. Poor Joel didn’t know what he was walking into once he got home from patrol and found you furiously scrubbing the cup. When he asked you about the blood staining your pants, you were just about ready to dig a hole into the center of the earth and die. That’s how he ended up following you into the bathroom even though you told him not to.

“How long have we been together?” Joel asks when you pull away. Your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looks at you with big, sympathetic eyes.

“Way too long.”

“You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you, right?” he asks, and you nod. “And you also know that I ain’t afraid of a little blood.”

“I know.”

“So, will you please let me help you? I’ll wash your clothes and run you a hot bath. Maybe make you a nice dinner?” His voice is so gentle and sweet that you practically melt into him. You’ll never understand how you got so lucky. “Or, if you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby.” He urges as he rubs circles into your lower back. His hands are warm and just heavy enough to balance out your pain perfectly. You lay your head on his shoulder and relish in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours.

“I think that all sounds perfect. Thank you,” you say. You pick your head and move to kiss him again but stop just inches away from his face. “But I do think you’re being a little dramatic.” You whisper. He throws his head back and laughs, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

“I’m never gonna live that one down, huh?”

“Definitely not your best work, Miller.”

He makes it up to you ten times over. He lets you borrow a pair of his sweatpants after your bath, and you get to walk downstairs to a beautiful dinner and a glass of wine. Afterward, he even runs over to Tommy's and "borrows" a bowl of their strawberry ice cream. He even carries you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch after listening to him strum his guitar, something that is saved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.

He may not always say the right thing, but goddammit, if that man doesn't try his absolute best to be good to the women in his life.

Just in case tumblr decides to eat my paragraph

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller requests #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie #june screams on the internet

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 6 months

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In Love, in War Pt. 5 | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary | She struggles to come to terms with the recent development and her move back home to Birmingham. Everything reminds her of Thomas but she's left him behind in France. She's expected to marry her "dead" fiance but doesn't she have a choice?

Warnings | Death, Gore, Blood; less Thomas Shelby plot in this installment but just stay tuned :)

Sea Fever- Peggy Lee 🎶

Waiting Room- Phoebe Bridgers 🎵

How to disappear- Lana Del Rey 🎶

Word count: 2490k

Not proof read- my b, folks

She collapsed into the mud on her knees, the soldier bent over to help her up.

“I need help over here!” He yelled at someone but she didn’t see. She watched as the trucks drove far away into the Somme. People came to pick her up and she fell limp in their arms.

“Take her to the infirmary!” One man yelled, noises passed like light over her body. They carried her quickly to the infirmary and laid her down on an empty bed. The nurse from before hurried over.

“Oh! What happened?” She asked frantically while checking her pulse. She cried weakly, unable to say anything.

“She collapsed by the security gate.” One of the soldiers said before stepping away.

“I told her she shouldn’t have gone.” The nurse shook her head and called for water. Someone came running with a glass of water and held it to her lips, helping her drink it slowly.

“Slowly now.” The nurse reminded her.

“How’s Francis?” She struggled over the water sliding down her tongue.

“He’s the same as when you left him.” The nurse sighed and brought her an aspirin. “Take this.”

She swallowed the chalky pill and sat back against the pillows on the cot. She glanced over at Thomas’ old bed.

“Did you catch him?” The nurse asked beneath her breath.

“No,” she whispered. “They were too far gone.”

“I’m sorry.” The nurse lowered her eyes. When she turned, she waved the men off.

“Thank you, she’ll be ok here.” She shooed the soldiers from the tent and they dipped their caps, leaving together.

When the nurse came back, she placed a soft hand against her cheek and sighed.

“Get some sleep. I’ll watch your Francis.”

She nodded sleepily, overwhelmingly exhausted, and closed her eyes against the afternoon light. When she closed her eyes, she thought of Thomas waiting all alone by the trucks. His uniform was still full of holes and trench mud. He waited, leaning up against the cool metal siding of the truck and ignored the anxious chatter from the men around him. He scrunched his nose and fought back a few stubborn tears.

Why should she come, anyway? They weren’t together in that sense of the word, just lovers. A fling. And at the end of the day, he was just a Small Heath boy and she was who she was. He thought she was different, kinder. Did she just use him for sex knowing he would die at some point soon? No, she didn’t seem like the type. There was something in her eyes when he kissed her, something that saw him for who he was. Then why didn’t she come?

The call came to get into the trucks, and he climbed in like the others. He swiped a cigarette from a person’s pocket and lit it. His cheeks caved in as he sucked on the cigarette, his fingers pulled it away from his mouth as he exhaled. When he closed his eyes, he could just make out her body beneath him, and call forth the feelings he’d felt when he was inside her. He loved her, he thought. Maybe he loved her.

Her dreams were plagued by visions of blood. Francis lay screaming in his grave, buried alive, and Thomas choked on his own blood, shot in the head, between his beautiful blue eyes. When she awoke, it was nighttime and the air had fallen into a bitter cold chill. She swept her legs over the side of the cot and stood. She passed the new nurse on duty who gave her a polite, concerned smile. She pushed back the curtain into Francis’ partition and sat by his bed. He’d moved a little in his sleep, his face turned away from her. She wet a cloth in a bowl of water by the bed and wiped it across his forehead, cleaning the dried blood from his skin. Francis stirred beneath the cloth, mumbling in his sleep. His eyes flickered open and widened. He said her name softly.

“It’s really you.” He mumbled weakly and she nodded.

“We all thought you were dead.”

“No.” He shook his head. “No, I’m alive.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

She couldn’t tell if the tears in her eyes were from disappointment or love. She put her hand against his head and cried softly.

They were sent home together and Francis was moved to a hospital in London. Her discharge was ascribed to ‘mental fatigue’ and was told to rest and recover. The day she left, she met Francis at the infirmary where the covered red cross truck idled. He was tucked into a stretcher inside the bed of the truck. A soldier helped her up over the side of the truck and she sat down on one of the long benches. Francis reached out his hand and she took it.

“We’re going home, Francis.” She smiled down at him.

“I love you, my darling.” He told her and she nodded awkwardly.

“I know.”

She pulled her jacket closer around her as she watched the medical camp grow farther and farther away. They drove to the coast and were moved onto a medical ship, taking patients back to England. They secured Francis to a metal bed inside the belly of the boat. She stayed in the old library onboard, used now to store extra patients. There was still a small section of room with books and she sat by the window to write.

Francis had come back to her from the dead, in love with her. She’d loved him once but she couldn’t bring herself to love him the same way she once did. She’d mourned him. He was still in some way, dead to her. She’d missed his kindness and his sweet voice but she missed the way Thomas talked and the way he held himself, like he knew exactly what he was doing. But more than anything, she just felt confused. Francis had gotten separated from his unit and lost his dog-tag. Someone must have taken it, trying to return it to a British field office and died with the dog tag in his pocket. He didn’t have a way of writing or mailing letters back home, so they’d all believed that he was dead. There was a casket in his family’s mausoleum with his name scribed into the silver surface, thinking about it made her shiver.

She took out a piece of writing paper and rested her palm against the soft surface, writing:

Dear Thomas,

I hope this letter finds you alive and as well as can be expected. I have not forgiven myself for how we parted. I hope you know I ran to you, I tried to get to the trucks and say goodbye to you. You must believe me that I wanted to say goodbye, because I did. Something came up in the hospital tent, something which prevented me from going to you. I’m so sorry, Thomas. I am on my way back to London now. They sent me home, and you were right, I left as soon as I could. I’ll miss you, I do miss you. Really, I miss you enormously though I blush to say it because I hardly know you. Maybe we don’t need to know each other to say these things because they still ring just as true. I’m including my home address in Birmingham. I don’t expect you to write but I will. I am thinking of you always.

With love

your nurse

P.s Thomas, I don’t regret what we did. I hope you know that. It was wonderful. Come back, Thomas, so we can share more moments together. Please, Shelby.

She sealed the envelope and stuffed it into the pocket sewn into the lining of her traveling coat. She took the stairs back down below deck and found Francis asleep on his cot. He was still in pain from his injuries and she worried that there may still be something wrong that the doctor in the camp didn’t see. Francis would be taken straight to the London Hospital whereas, she would be driven back to Birmingham. Their family back home had received the news and she wondered how they took it, knowing that their golden boy was still alive. She smoothed blonde curls from Francis’ face and kissed his brow, warm and soft like a newborn. When she touched Francis’ skin, she thought of Thomas’ freckles, scattered on the backs of his shoulders like sunspots. She imagined his taut white skin, so similar to china figures on service dishes. His eyes a bright cerulean blue that reminded her of a churning ocean or shallow water in an olympic pool. Francis snored softly in his sleep.

A medic knocked briefly and announced that they had docked in port. Two more medics arrived down the slender hallways and unbuckled the belts restraining Francis’ cot to the ship. He rubbed his eyes weakly and smiled.

“Are we here?” He asked in a baited voice that broke her heart.

“We’re in London, Mr. Gild.” One of the medics answered excitedly. They carried him to the ramp door and descended the white-washed gangpipe. Her heels slipped briefly and she held tightly onto the guardrail. They were escorted to a waiting ambulance and Francis paled slightly.

“God, I hate doctors.” He closed his eyes, fighting to smile as she took his hand affectionately.

“You’ve done the hardest part, now they’re just going to help you get better.” She pushed down memories of his organs hanging out, slipping in the doctor’s hands.

“The worst is over.” He nodded and turned his head to look at her, he furrowed his blonde brow. “Where’s your ring, my darling?” He pointed to her naked ring finger.

“I left it at home. We weren’t allowed to wear rings in the service.” She answered quickly, souring the conversation and he nodded slowly.

“Right, of course. I’m sorry, I know you thought I was dead and all.” He tried to joke but grimaced as his stomach tensed.

“Shhhh, it's ok.” She quieted him and looked out the back windows upon London.

They unloaded him carefully and took him immediately into the building. He waved goodbye from the stretcher and she smiled reassuringly.

“Tell mother I’m swell!” He called and she gave a thumbs up.

“I’ll see you soon!” She waved goodbye and watched the hospital doors slam behind the last attendant. She took her luggage from the mix and hailed a black taxi sailing past. The attendants behind her stacked a large military trunk onto the hot pavement, Francis’ name written in large cursive letters across the top hatch. She looked away and climbed into the taxi.

Everything in Birmingham reminded her of Thomas. The way the smoke billowed out of the stacks, the noise and clatter of homemade toys against bricks. She imagined him there as a child or as a teenager, picking fights and winning them. She imagined him as a sweet child, the one who would be too shy to kiss the girl he fancied. The one that came home to the dinner bell and went to mass with his family on Sundays. He worked hard, dropped out of school, and got a job at the docks or in a coal-burning factory. He lost his virginity in the side-ally, trying to beat curfew and finished too fast. The girls he liked were hard-workers, funny, and crude, half-gypsy like him. He was a one-girl kind of guy and thought that he would marry Greta because she had let him fuck her. He cried when she died, and visited her grave in the back cemetery of the church to drape rosieres over her headstone. He was kind, smart, and deliberate. He was a horse, he was a stallion, he was a beautiful boy.

The Small Heath neighborhood fell away as she approached Claremont. Her father’s house bordered the sidewalk with a large iron-gate before the footpath. She straightened her hat and pulled on her white leather gloves as the driver set her belongings down on the sidewalk. When she stepped out of the car, the wind blew to meet her, pushing open the gate and welcoming her home. No children played outside and the skies were free from smoke, just blue and open. She paid the driver and released a trembling breath. She’d only been gone for a little over two months and already she felt a perfect stranger. Her father burst through the door and bounded down the steps to the gate.

“My girl!” He pulled her into his heavy embrace and took her suitcase.

“Wait till your mother sees you. She’s been worried sick.” He shooed her inside. Her mother nearly fell down the stairs inside the house, running to kiss her.

“Oh, my dear! You must be famished! This was quite a journey.” Her mother pouted and she smiled politely.

“It's just all been such a big shock lately.”

“Yes, of course.” Her father put a hand on his large stomach.

“His parents know and I’m sure they’re just as happy as we are.” Her mother added. “You must be so happy! Now we can finally have the wedding!” She squealed like a child, clasping her hands together.

“You’d make a beautiful bride, my girl,” her father chuckled.

“Lovely enough to make the war worth it, right dear?” Her mother squeezed her father’s arm like newlyweds and she fought to keep a straight face. Her stomach boiled with anxiety, her grip tighter on the handle of the suitcase.

“My, I just got back and we’re already discussing the wedding party!” She laughed uncomfortably. “I better get changed.”

Once in her bedroom, she closed and locked the door. For the first time in weeks, she was inside an actual room, her room (her childhood room). Everything was exactly the same as how she’d left it. The blush pink walls with white crown molding. Gilded mirrors and a canopy bed with pink silk drapery. She laughed to think what Thomas would have to say about her room. The flounce and frills, as if she hadn’t been living in mud for weeks. The room smelled like fresh linen, free from blood and other fluids. Thomas would laugh if he saw it, and suddenly, she realized exactly how ridiculous it was to have such a room. It felt fake to be alive in a room like this after she’d seen the foxholes and bodies at the Somme. It felt sacreligious. Isn’t this the world she would want? The world she would have with Francis? Guilt felt sour on her tongue. Could she live without this, I mean, hadn’t she already? How could she deny Francis? She had to be realistic. He was her fiance before he was supposed to be dead, and technically, he still was. What had changed? She had.

That and the fact that Thomas Shelby existed.

........

End of pt. 5 :)

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #cillian fluff #cillian x y/n

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sabonell · 8 months

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san x male reader

tags and summary:

ateez, drabble, military san, doctor reader, male reader as in he/him pronouns are used but other than slightly longer hair there is no physical description of y/n, this is fiction we do not like the military irl, dialogue heavy because my imagination is too vivid, physical examination gone wrong gone sexual, just kidding they just flirt, author knows way too much about military, health care and medical terms, but not enough about the english language, no beta we die like my dream of a gay teenage romance, san turned out way less cocky and teasing than i anticipated, this was basically just my day dream all day at work, the lower case is intentional and a stylistic choice and you’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hands

heavily inspired by: this but female reader makes me cry so yeah here’s my ‘rendition’

“well then shall we start your exam?”

san just nodded looking at his doctor. he had been transferred here just a month ago and ever since then san has tried making his professional facade crack every chance he got.

“come on you know the drill. sit down.” y/n ordered the soldier and he sat on the bench bed. “ok just look at my finger and i’ll shine the light into your eyes” san stared right past y/n’s finger into his concentrated eyes. “great your pupils are bilaterally isocor” he put the little diagnostic lamp back into his white coat and pulled a wooden stick from one of the cabinets. san already knowing what comes next expectantly opened his mouth and pushed his tongue out before y/n could even turn back to him. “ok-“ he started but stopped at the picture in front of him. shrugging his shoulders he placed the wooden stick on sans tongue while taking out the diagnostic lamp again and shining into his oral cavity. “and-“ “ahhhhh” finished san for him. y/n praised him and his cooperation with a light chuckle.

san just continued staring at him while he shone the light around his mouth. he straightened his back with an amused “hm” whilst throwing the stick in the trash. “hm?” asked san and y/n answered with a “what?”. “you made a ‘hm’ sound. what was that for?” the other pretended to think, even tapping his index finger to his chin but never actually touching skin “have you ever heard that dentists can see bruises in your mouth after certain activities?” and with that a slight blush spread across sans nose and cheeks, all over his strong features down to his neck but he just shook his head no trying to remain at least some composure.

his doctor shrugged with a slight smile getting his stethoscope. “that’s ok i was never too keen on the mouth and it’s inhabitants anyway.” “teeth?” y/n cocked his head to the side asking back. “you mean teeth? your mouth inhabitants?” san emphasised with air quotes. “yeah those too.” y/n replied while motioning the soldier to pull his shirt up.

“you know” san stared a bit cautiously “it would be easier if i just took it off completely”. “sure it would be if you’re not uncomfortable” y/n stared at him blinking owlishly and with that he lifted his white tshirt over his head holding it bunched up in his lap. “careful cold” his doctor just said before placing the stethoscope on his upper left chest. “and breathe in” san took a deep breath in “and out” at the command he let it out again. “good” y/n said, switching to his right side. “and again” he asked softy while san tried to focus anywhere but the others eyes this time and just settled for an imaginary point on the wall while his doctor continued the auscultation of his lung hoping that it wasn’t possible to hear how his heart was pounding.

“sounds great” the missing touch on his skin pulled san from his starting daydream, following his doctors instructions further he laid down on his back settling for staring up at the ceiling this time the tshirt now clutched in his left hand next to the wall. “tell me if it hurts yeah?” he started expertly pressing on his abdominal right upper quadrant. “stop this” he ordered the soldier taking his eyes of his stomach. meeting his eyes now san tried to hide a smirk asking “stop what?” y/n stopped touching his stomach, which made san swallow down a whine, straightening up and brushing his hair out of his eyes to look at him more clearly. “stop trying to impress me by flexing your muscles. it messes with the exam.” san cocked an eyebrow. “who says im flexing my muscles? this is them in their natural state.” pointing his gloved finger accusingly at the soldier “stop lying to your doctor. it’s not working. i know what a flexed muscle feels like soldier. besides there really is no need to try and impress me.”

“why?” san asked “did i do it already?” fighting back the smile that threatened to appear on his face the doctor just answered “one, yes but most importantly, you really shouldn’t need my approval to know that you’re in great physical shape. we both know this examination is purely a formality of bureaucracy.” y/n paused and turned away from sans eyes to face his stomach again “and now stop flexing and let me finish this.” happy with that answer and a smile plastered over his face san relaxed his muscles and just focused on his doctors touch.

“good, well done.” he praised him “now i just need to palpate the rest of your body. again just tell me when it hurts.” and with that he started at his wide shoulders applying light pressure continuing down his rips and to his hips. “now spread your legs” “take me out to dinner first” san chuckled but obeyed while y/n just playfully rolled his eyes at him, carrying on with each leg. “no pain at all?” san denied the question by shaking his head slightly. satisfied with this his doctor nodded and positioned himself at the soldiers feet.

with crossed armes he applied light pressure on sans right foot. “push back every time i push” he ordered. san pushed his right food back slightly and switched to his left when y/n did as well, ending with pushing them both at the same time.

“ok great you can sit back up” y/n said while taking of his blue gloves revealing another white pair underneath.

“you wear two pairs of gloves?” san asked while watching his doctor dispose of the blue pair.

“sometimes, yes” he nodded “it’s more convenient and you can tell if one rips, which is more important during surgery but it just became a habit”

standing in front of him again and crossing his arms y/n took each of sans hands into his own testing his grip strength the same as he did with his feet.

“ok and squeeze right” he waited for the pressure “good and left” after a short moment he continued “and now both” to which san squeezed both of his doctors hands while locking eyes with him.

“good” y/n breathed out lightly “you can let go now” he added softly with a smile. but san really didn’t want to let go of his doctors hands right now. or ever.

so he asked “what if i don’t want to?” slightly furrowing his eyebrows causing y/n to slight stumble over his next words “i still need to test your reflexes san”

he slowly let go of his hands while dropping his head. “oww now don’t start looking like a kicked puppy. i also still need to write this all down and hand it in. otherwise they’ll take you off your next mission and what would your team do without you now huh?”

san nodded his head in defeat. his doctor was right. this was nothing more than an exam to determine if he was physically capable of being send overseas to kill some innocent civilians. purely a formality.

had zero idea how to start nor how to end this. it’s fully self indulgent like absolutely every thing i write. hopefully you still enjoyed and have a great day loves🫶🏻🫶🏻

#choi san #fanfic #ateez #x male reader #x m!reader #choi san x male reader #ateez x male reader #gay #technically it’s #x trans male reader #but it’s not mentioned #but like this is technically just san x me and im a trans guy so yeah there’s that

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kalofi · 9 months

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zl fic idea

hii everyone i wrote something yesterday about an au idea i had for zolu and. i thought i'd share it here since its a bit too messy and disjointed in places to post on like. ao3 or something.

4.7k words, warning for temporary major character death but do not worry all will be fixed in due time. i'll put the rest under the cut

ok i have an idea for an au thats like kind of reincarnation but like reality displacement but like. okay just listen.

so we start at laughtale. its a couple years into the future from where we are in canon the strawhats are achieving their dreams luffy is about to find the one piece theres a big battle happening between them and the blackbeard pirates and whoever the fuck else is there idc. the rest of the strawhats are fighting the bb crew while luffy and zoro head off to find the one piece and also end up fighting black beard himself. luffy and zoro atp r like basically a thing but they never talk about it cuz theyre luffy and zoro and they kind of just exist with each other but like. theyre basically in love and everyone knows it. anyway they go off together luffy has the one piece almost in his grasp blackbeard attacks they fight its a big battle blood is shed bones are broken uumm in my mind luffy and zoro are like teaming up against bb bc his devil fruit is lowk broken and op and like ok theres gear5 too but i didnt rly consider that so lets just assume bb’s devil fruit can negate gear5 somehow or luffy exhausts it before bb is fully defeated.

finally theyre able to knock bb down and hes out and theyre both tired and worn but they DID IT and the one piece is luffys and theyre facing each other grinning ear to ear and zoros saying “you ready, king of the pirates?” and luffy laughs and goes “not just yet zoro, i still gotta-“ and then theres a spear piercing right through his chest. and in the next moment its gone.

theres a gaping hole through his captain and theres blood, theres so much blood and luffy’s still smiling like he hasnt realized it yet, like it hasnt even registered. zoros ears are ringing and he doesnt know what to make of whats hes seeing because its just not real, it CANT be.

he looks over luffy’s shoulder and blackbeard is on the ground with his hand outstretched , black energy coiling back into his form and he’s laughing and laughing with bloodstained teeth. hes fucking laughing. one moment zoro is still standing parallel to luffy and the next hes in front of blackbeard and the mans head is rolling through the dirt and gravel, wado dripping crimson, a terrible gap toothed grin still stretching the man’s cheeks.

zoro is breathing heavy, hes trembling and hes almost mesmerized by the blood pooling around a lacerated neck— then he’s remembering luffy and turning around and calling his name and he can see right through him theres a HOLE right through him and he chokes and stumbles and rushes to his side right as luffy starts to crumple to the floor . catches him and lowers him gently and doesnt know what to say.

hes still shaking but cant move his mouth and everything is muffled, the sounds from the battle outside are distant and they dont matter but what does he do. what does he do.

he snaps out of it when luffy gently calls his name. a strong “zoro,” like hes not fazed at all. like there isnt blood soaking into zoros clothes.

his brain kickstarts and he’s speaking. saying things like “youre ok you’ll be ok” and “choppers right outside i’ll just call him and he’ll fix you right up” and “you always bounce back, right captain?” and hes thinking “dont die please dont fucking die. not now, not when we’re this close please dont fucking die” and hes silently praying to all the gods he doesnt believe in but luffy calls his name again and his mouth clicks shut. luffys saying it’ll be fine, that he had fun. that hes proud to have made it this far with all of them. and those sound a lot like parting words so zoro’s shaking his head no but luffy is still smiling. hes saying that hes glad he had zoro, that he made him happy. hes saying to tell everyone he’s glad they met, that hes glad they all had each other, that he knows theyll be just fine .

zoro wants to say that luffy should tell that to them himself, when hes wrapped up and recovering and alive but his mouth is glued shut again and he feels that interrupting luffy now would be cursing him to death, like his words are the only thing keeping him tethered here, he just needs to get him to keep talking to stay awake.

he tries to smile but it comes out ugly and wrong and he feels his lip wobble so he drops it. he settles on rubbing his thumb on luffys shoulder. something to keep him here.

so he rubs and luffy talks little things until he cant anymore. until his eyes grow dull and his skin loses its warmth and still zoro rubs and he rubs.

—

thats how law finds them. zoro hunched over a body that should never be as still as it is. and its really no surprise hes there, hes been gunning for the one piece since the time he could captain a ship (or a submarine) but it all feels so wrong.

zoro either doesnt notice him or doesnt care, but either way the man doesnt acknowledge law until he’s right behind him. its not like law can say anything to announce himself either, not after seeing the state of the body that zoros currently holding. the body that used to be luffy’s. hes still processing it all when the other man(the one whos alive) finally speaks.

zoro asks if hes got a devil fruit. less of a question and more of a statement, but he should know anyway since theyve spent considerable time together and hes literally seen him use it. law cant unstick his jaw so he hums in affirmation. “and you can switch stuffs’ places?” another hum. “what about time.”

that makes law pause. “what?” his voice comes out stronger than he feels.

“what about time? can you switch things in time?” by this point law has awakened his devil fruit or some shit dont sweat the logistics but hes never tried anything of that sort so he kind of stumbles “im not- maybe? ive never attempted-“ zoro interrupts “send me back”

“what?”

“send me back so i can fix this. you can do that, right.” it clicks. law would pity zoro if he didnt know any better, instead he just feels mounting despair and resignation.

he may not be crew, but he knew luffy too, he was allied with the man for fucks sake, and this just feels- wrong. he sighs, a tired, heavy thing.

“what about your crew?” its useless. zoros as stubborn as his captain, with arguably a handful more screws loose. “it wont matter. they’ll never know because i’ll make sure this doesnt happen.” he still hasnt turned around. law doesnt know what expression hes making and hes sure he never wants to find out.

hes ready to deny it, cut his losses and head for the one piece himself (hes not heartless, but if he stands here any longer and has to look at. well. he think he might never be able to move again) but then he really thinks about it. could he? would it even be possible? surely this isnt the way things were supposed to go, surely this isnt right. luffys never been one who was supposed to die just like that, like this, law knows that much. he thinks hes going to regret this, but he counts it as one last thank you for everything luffy did for him.

youre gonna owe me big time strawhat-ya. if i even remember this, that is.

he puffs a breath “i can try. i cant- promise anything but. i think we both know this,” he makes a vague, weak gesture, “isnt right.”

zoro doesnt say anything, law didnt expect him to. he just bows his head slightly and law takes that as the acknowledgment it is.

he brings his hand up, “dont do anything stupid, zoro-ya. or, at least, make it stupid enough to bring him back.”

he positions his fingers in way so familiar, but the weight of it now is nearly unbearable.

room.

shambles

—

zoro’s world shatters, differently than before, and then theres nothing.

—

he wakes up in bed, bleary eyed and a pounding headache assaulting his senses. his alarm clock is going off which only adds to the drumbeat against his eyes. he grumbles and whacks around aimlessly to shut it off. the silence lasts a moment before his eyes fly open and he jolts up, sheets pooling around his waist. luffy. where was he? where was zoro? did the crew find him and take him back to the ship? did law fail? but this didnt look like chopper’s office.

he looks around to find hes in a room hes never seen before in his life, yet he instinctively knows is his. it all feels so wrong, like he doesnt belong in his own skin. he scratches lightly at his arm. he needs to go to work.

work?

what the fuck is happening.

its like his mind is at war with itself, one truth trying to dominate over the other. he trained at sensei’s dojo. he aged out of foster care. he was a swordsman, he was the first mate of the strawhat pirates. he didnt go to college, hes working construction. he made a promise, and kuina died. kuina…died. huh. his captain, his luffy, someone he knew so intimately and who knew him in turn. hes never met someone with that name his entire life. he needs to go to work, he needs to find his crew.

he doesn’t understand what the fuck is happening.

without his permission his legs stand him right up and he moves confusedly, surely, to the bathroom he didnt know he had. his reflection stares back at him in the mirror and its him, of course it is, he doesnt know why he expected someone else, but hes also…different. he has both function of his eyes, first of all. a scar in the same place as before but its light and healed over and doesnt seem to have blinded him like it once did. his hair is green, sure, but black roots peek out from underneath the familiar shade. hes grown stubble, he should shave. he needs to go to work.

hes so confused, but his body moves like its been doing this its whole life. as far as zoro knows, it has.

he continues getting ready, mind still at odds, and makes himself a cup of coffee (in his own kitchen. his own kitchen? the state of it leaves less to be desired. sanji would surely skin him alive) before tucking into his shoes, grabbing his wallet and keys and heading out the door. he seems to live in a single room apartment, and a crummy one at that. his legs move him faster, he has to go to work, he cant be late again (again?).

his car is parked outside the building, he has no fucking clue what it is but he unlocks it all the same and settles in. he feels like he shouldnt be operating this sort of machinery. franky would know better than him how it must work. he starts it up and backs out. trusting his gut to get him where he needs to be. he should be more concerned, he should be frantic and inconsolable, his captain was dead in his arms and now hes? what? going to lay some bricks or some shit? but he finds that part of him dulled in favor of following whatever mundanity this body is pushing him towards.

uumm whatever whatever he arrives at work eventually i dont know how construction jobs work are there offices or something. idc thats not the point. johnny and yosaku are there and zoro is surprised to see them since, as far as he knows, the last time they were with each other was at arlong park which was years ago for him. but the two greet him like this is a daily occurence, like theyve been working together for years. and zoro thinks, knows, they must have. but this is good, this is great fucking news actually because until now theres been no confirmation if zoro was here alone (wherever “here” is) but now his proof is right in front of him because if johnny and yosaku are here, and they exist the same as from before, then that must mean everyone else is here too right? he clings onto this hope with both hands trembling.

nami, usopp, the cook and chopper and robin and franky, brook, jinbe and fuck. fuck, luffy. theyve got to be here somewhere, zoro just has to find them. hes not sure if they remember things like he does but hes got to try because they are his as much as he has always been theirs and they should all exist together as it has always been.

so then yeah he finishes his shift because its what hes ‘supposed’ to do but he doesnt go home. he drives around aimlessly before pulling into a random lot and pulling out his phone (theres no snail attached to it. weird.) he doesnt even know where to begin. hes not usually the one coming up with plans, he just goes where theres blood need to be shed. but no one seems to be in any danger here except for maybe himself, and its not like he has his swords anyway- shit. fuck did he still have wado? he must have right? he knows there was a kuina that existed here too, he knows because he remembers. and she, well she wasnt around anymore so he must have wado. he must. with shaking fingers he pushes that aside for now, though barely. he needs to find luffy, but he wouldnt even know where to start. luffy could probably find the rest of their crew by simply wandering around and happening upon them, thats how he did it before. but zoro has no idea where he’d be, he doesnt even know where he is. nami or robin would be a good bet to at least form a plan, but he wouldnt know how to find them either.

is there even a coco village here? would robin still be part of baroque works? he needs someone who has a defined location that he could google or something (what the hell is google?). usopp would be at syrup village right? shit. is there even a drum island? these are all too broad, he needs something specific. specific…..a place with an identifiable name, somewhere smaller that would be easier to stake out…

a lightbulb goes off.

fucking shit he thinks. of course. of fucking course it would come down to the cook.

he types in “baratie” to his maps and a location pops up, just 27 minutes from where he is now. he hasnt eaten yet either, so he figures thats killing two birds with one stone. he taps the address, backs out of the lot and drives.

(if it takes him nearly an hour to get there thats nobodys business but his own)

he pulls up to the building about a quarter after 7. it seems packed enough already, but if memory serves him right then that was just par for the course for baratie. he parks, gets out and locks his car, then shoves his hands in his pocket and resigns himself to another oncoming migraine hes sure to get upon interacting with the man hes certain is waiting somewhere inside.

the tables are full, the host tells him, he slips a 20 from his wallet and suddenly (of course) theyre more than willing to serve him.

he gets settled in a far and somewhat isolated booth and a waiter comes up to him, but he cuts the man off as hes introducing himself and says “you got a blonde working here? stupid ass side part with a weird eyebrow? goes by sanji” the waiter looks shocked and put off by his rudeness but quickly collects himself and says “we might. depends on whos asking” zoro snorts “just tell him hes got someone who wants to talk to him,” he cringes at this next part, tries to smile but knows it comes off as a sneer. hes not sure if he still has conquerors haki wherever he happens to be now, but he tries to channel that energy the same way he would if he were in battle and says “tell him im a fan.” the waiters eyes widen, in fear or surprise zoros not sure (most likely a mix of both) before he nods and scurries across the floor, weaving in between patrons and coworkers alike until he disappears behind the double doors to the kitchen.

zoro sits with his arms crossed and skims through the menu out of boredom and impatience. its a couple minutes before he sees a familiar head of blonde hair emerge from across the way. a smile climbs onto his face despite himself. sure, the guy annoyed him to hell and back and their…friendship (if you could really call it that) was a tumultuous one, but it was good to see someone familiar nonetheless. he schools his expression before the blonde can spot him. a few moments pass before hes standing right in front of zoro, his stupid suit primped and pressed as always, and a cautious look on his face.

“you asked for me?” his tone is the one he only reserves for men who he deems not worth his time. zoro grits his teeth but says “yeah, theres something ive gotta discuss with you.”

hes never been one for tact, forever blunt unlike his swords.

sanji quirks a brow “i dont plan on talking about anything with anyone unless theyre a paying customer” zoro feels his eyebrow twitch but grabs his menu nonetheless and points to a random item without looking “i’ll have this then, and whatever booze you got.” sanji leans in to see what hes pointing to before his one visible eye widens and a grin slowly overtakes his previously unaffected face.

he speaks condescendingly. “wonderful choice sir, coming right up.” before zoro can get another word in he grabs the menu out of his hand, spins on his heel, and marches back to the kitchen.

zoro clenches his fists and does his best not to grind his teeth into a fine dust. no matter where they are or what displacement in time the fucking curly brow never fails to be absolutely insufferable. at least this way though, zoro knows its him for real.

its another 20 minutes before the shit cook reemerges from the back with a platter and a mug in his hand. he steps up to zoros table and places the plate and cup down in front of him with a smug look. zoro has no idea what the fuck hes looking at on his plate. he doesnt have time to question it before sanji plops down in the booth seat across from him, disregarding all previous faux-professionale and asking “so what do you want” zoro tears his eyes away from his plate and looks into sanji’s, trying to convey as much emotion, as much urgency as he possibly can.

“luffy needs us. and we have to find him” whatever the cook was expecting him to say, it definitely wasnt that. the other man regards him more warily now, looking him up and down with a tense frown before replying “i dont know what the hell youre talking about. and i dont appreciate being mocked or having my time wasted” he goes to stand up but zoro grabs his wrist, yanking him back down unceremoniously.

he blinks before rounding back on zoro, flaring his nostrils in a way zoro knows means hes about to get himself in deep shit “oi, what the fuck do you think youre-“ he doesnt let him finish “im not mocking you. this isnt some stupid prank or whatever youre thinking. and despite how much i would enjoy punching your teeth in right now im not looking for a fight either.”

the cook still looks affronted but seems to actually be listening. zoro continues “look, i dont know what the fuck is going on. i was at laughtale with you and the others, with luffy, and then i woke up and now im here and i dont know how but this is all wrong. its all wrong but i need to find luffy and fuck, i cant do it alone. i need your help to find him. find everyone.” the blondes eye is wide, but he blinks and its gone. he looks more tired than zoro has ever seen him

“im not paid enough for this shit. i dont know why i even-“ he looks like hes getting ready to leave again but zoro is desperate at this point so he blurts out whatever he thinks will convince the other man hes not bullshitting.

“we met you here, at the baratie. me and nami and usopp and luffy. luffy busted through one of your walls so your old man punished him by making him wash dishes. i dont, i dont know what luffy said to you, or how he convinced you to join us, but he changed your life like he did mine. we sailed together, and we had each others backs no matter how much we got on each others nerves. you were our cook. i was our swordsman. luffy was our captain and youd do anything to help him, i know you would, same as me. youre a pervert and an asshole and a damn annoyance, but youre strong. i could still kick your ass though” if the cook’s eyebrow could go any higher hes sure itd be clear off his forehead by now.

“and you- your dream. you wanted to find the all blue.” he stalls there, engine sputtering. zoro doesnt know what else to say, so he snaps his mouth shut.

the blonde is still gaping at him like a fish, but he mouths the phrase “all blue” like hes been searching for it his whole life, like he always knew but just never had the words.

he blinks.

then he blinks again, rapidly. there are tears pooling in his eyes. his mouth flaps for a moment before he seems to finally be able to push out words.

“you- zoro?” he sounds small. he sounds hopeful. zoro grins.

“yeah, yeah its me.” sanji stares at him a moment, then looks around, as if hes seeing everything with clear eyes for the very first time. zoro figures he might as well be.

“holy shit. holy shit.”

zoro laughs, a rough thing. theres a ball in his throat that he cant seem to dislodge. “nice to have you back, curly brow” sanji’s gaze snaps back to him before he scowls and tries wiping away the tears that are now streaking down his cheeks. its useless though, it seems they cant stop. zoro laughs again at the sorry state of the asshole in front of him, this time more full and genuine. he feels so relieved he doesnt know what to do with himself.

“yeah yeah, whatever dick head.” sanji grumbles. zoro quiets down, glances away, lets him have his moment. “fuck, mosshead, im still on the clock and you unload all this on me? how the hell am i supposed to finish the rest of my shift?” his words are sharp but he doesnt sound angry at all. in fact, when zoro turns back to look, hes smiling.

“you remember now though, dont you?” he has to be sure.

“what does it look like, dumbass? think im tearin’ up cuz of pollen or some shit?” the cook rolls his eye. theyre both silent for a moment, trapped in their own heads, before he speaks up again. “so, what now?” zoro doesnt even have to think before he answers “we find everyone else, obviously.” “well no shit, but how?” zoro glances to the side. “i was hoping youd figure that out” sanji stares before bursting out laughing. zoro scowls and hunches into his shoulders.

“of course!” sanji cackles “of course your dumbass wouldnt know what to do! you probably just typed in the most recognizable place you could remember and hoped one of us would be there!” zoro doesn’t answer, because yes thats what he fucking did, but it worked didnt it? he doesnt see whats so funny.

“fuck you.”

he wants nothing more than to bash that smarmy mouth in, but the familiar egging settles something in his soul. sanji gasps a few breaths before calming down, now wiping tears from his eyes for a completely different reason.

“alright alright, well lets figure this out then, yeah? we figure out how we got here then we can figure out how to get back right? simple enough”

zoro nods, “law was-“ he stops. remembers dull eyes and clammy skin and wrong wrong wrong. he shakes his head, “no, no we cant” sanji looks at him confused.

“we cant go back,” zoro presses, “not until i fix things. i promised i would” the other man seems to pick up on his panic and his mood dampens, becomes more serious. “promised what?”

zoros never been one to sugarcoat, but now he wishes he could find a way to soften the blow hes about to deal. he inhales, pushes the breath out. says, “luffy died, sanji.” the fact the hes actually using the other mans name seems to fly right over his head in favor of the first part. “what?” zoro huffs, is he really gonna make him say it again? “luffy di-“ sanji interrupts, angry now, fists clenched and whitened from the pressure “i heard what you said. but what do you mean.”

he doesnt want to have to tell sanji what happened, doesnt want to talk about it at all, wants to slice it up into small enough pieces that it very well may have never existed.

he told law the others wouldn't have to know, that he would make sure of it, but he's realizing now just how unrealistic that is. as much faith as zoro places in his own abilities, he's aware he's only one man.

and, he figures, if there's anyone i can trust enough to share a burden heavy as this with, might as well be the one who's strength i'd count on just as much as my own.

sanji cant help if he doesnt know what went down once they got separated at laughtale, so zoro sets his shoulders, clenches his fists, prepares himself like hes riding into a battle he knows he has no chance of winning—hes the first mate for fucks sake—and resigns himself to filling the other man in on every horrible detail

by the end, the cook looks much the same as zoro feels, pale-faced and shaky. he runs a trembling hand through his hair and clenches his eye shut. “fuck mosshead, thats…” he doesnt bother finishing, and zoro stays silent—already knowing just how much of a shitty situation it is that theyve found themselves in.

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(btw the reason sanji was so smug about what zoro randomly chose on the menu is bc its one of their most expensive dishes. even upon regaining his memories he still makes zoro pay it cuz hes an asshole like that. business is business 😁)

uuummm i dont feel like detailing the rest basically my idea is that they work together to try and track down all the members as well as law, since hes also a part of this. i dont know how or when or in what order but i do know finding luffy would come last. so yes its zolu but for a majority of it more in spirit than anything. maybe i can throw in some luffy pov of him living with ace and sabo . he knows something is off but cant place his finger on what. he knows something is missing but hes got his brothers with him so what else could he possibly need? etc etc. you get the idea

#devil fruits don't work like this but don't sweat the logistics. just read with your heart not your head #it starts off rough cause im kind of just rambling about my ideas then the more i go the more it just turns into a fic #let me know your thoughts in the comments or my inbox or whatever i love discussing stuff hehe!!#as you all know im an artist first and foremost but sometimes my ideas get a bit too big for my current drawing skills so i write them down #so heres that #one piece #zolu #theres no guarantee i'll ever like. srsly continue this but i rly rly like it as a concept im invested LOL #and i have a few ideas on how the rest of the crew would be found that ive discussed w friends #so perhaps if i find motivation and can outline. an actual plot progression and clean up this first part...#well who knows... XD #also im not a zs truther in fact my insta followers r well aware of my. certain feeling on the ship #HOWEEVVEERRR i do think zoro and sanji have such an interesting unique and important dynamic/relationship #that i enjoy studying outside of a romantic lens #anyway ive spoken enough . pls enjoy! or dont thats fine as well

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I WOULD LIKE TO ASK FOR THE MOMMY KINK FIC WITH AN AFAB READER PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Thank you ^^;

Ok amazing! I’ll be glad to do this , also if you’re the anon from before (which you most definitely are) I’m sorry I didn’t understand your ask at first but now I do- (believe it or not I’m dyslexic-) so with that being said- let’s do it!!!

I’m writing this the day after and I fixed vocab issues, but if there are any left I beg tell me, I’ll happily fix anything I missed.

Ok so- apparently this is kinda glitchy at the end- idk how to fix it bc I can’t see the glitch myself- it’s where a couple paragraphs are copied over and over- I’m sorry if you get this glitch I don’t know how to fix it

Tags; Eric Phantom of the Opera, mommy kink, AFAB reader, sub!Eric, Dom!reader, overstimulation, marking

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You were in Eric’s layer originally just going to relax and live around each other like usual. This time though, things got a little heated,you swear you just meant to check up on Eric’s progress on his music. You walked behind him and leaned ever so slightly over him to see his music score.

Eric's breath hitched the moment he felt your plush body against his back, when you came over to him he wasn't thinking about his music, he was thinking about lewd thoughts about you that kept getting louder and louder over the past week. Now with your soft chest and stomach gently pressing into him from behind, Eric can barely hold himself together.

“Eric, are you alright my dear?” you said in that honey-laced voice he adored. Your hand came and traced up his neck, to his jaw, to under his chin, and making him look up at you. He could feel how his cock was begging to be touched now, straining against his pants, and how you could probably see it from this angle only made him harder.

He looked up at you with big puppy-like eyes, with a light red on his cheeks, he bit is lower lip so he didn't let out a whimper. Eric was perfectly placed between your chest now, your warm soft boobs on either side of his head, God it was driving him mad.

You let out a dark chuckle seeing how Eric was turning to putty by the slightest of touches. You traced your hands down his throat and inside his flowy shirt, slowly pulling the garment off of his shoulders and letting it hang off of his waist. Your hands trailed up from his navel to his chest where you let your hands fidget with his nipples, making Eric gasp and arch his back.

Eric can feel it bubbling at the back of his throat now, the damned title he accidentally gave you during a masturbation session. He bit his tongue harshly as he tried his best to stay quiet. Your hands made it so hard for him, ghosting over his skin to eventually return to his chest and play with his nipples. He swears if this happens for much longer he's going to die.

“Eric, look at me.” your voice snapping him out of his mind, he hesitantly fluttered his eyes open to meet yours looking down at him, eyes half-lidded. “What's wrong? You don't have to hold back your voice for me. Your singing voice is heavenly, id love to hear it in this form too.” gently praising him as you lower your head to his neck and started kissing lightly.

Eric was torn, he could tell you what you wanted at the risk of you not wanting the title, or he could stay silent and hopefully, you'll continue. His silence was getting on your nerves, so you tried your best to coax the noises out of him.

The moment Eric felt you suck and nibble on his neck, his mouth flew open and let out a whiny moan.

“Mommy- mommy please- I'm close” he unconsciously begged you, he could feel you grow a smile against his skin. Your hand slid down and rubbed his cock through his pants while your other pinched and twisted his nipple.

“Cum for me Eric, cum for Mommy.” you lowly whisper to him, with a high-pitched whine of your title, he bucked his hips into your hand, cum ruining his pants. Kissing up his spine you reassure him “you did good Eric, let's get you cleaned up.”

As you turned from him, he quickly grabbed your wrist. “You didn't finish my muse,” Eric says, now with his back facing the organ, and pulling you closer. “Please use me to cum mommy.” His hands already working on getting you undressed, and before you could even say anything, he was sucking on one of your breasts.

His sucking and nibbling had you pouring out guttural moans as you straddled him on his organ stool. Your hips rocked against his clothed hard on causing him to suck harshly on your nipple. You lifted yourself from him just enough to pull his pants down to his mid-thigh. His cock sprang up against his stomach, aching to be touched by you.

Eric knew you had to get your clothes off properly too but he could part from you. So he did the one thing he thought best and ripped it off of you, earning a gasp and a chuckle from you.

“My baby couldn't wait could he?” you said teasingly looking down at him, his face still buried in your plush chest. “Don't worry, mommy won't make you wait any longer.” gently lining his dick up with your now soaking cunt, you slowly slide down on him. He couldn't focus on anything else anymore, he let go of your breast and laid his head against your chest, moaning like a porn star.

That's where you find yourself currently, you placed your hands on the now-closed organ, and as soon as he was in you to the base, you started moving slowly on his shaft. Eric felt like his skin was burning, it was all too much, but he wants more, so much more.

“Please” Eric choked out “please- mommy- more- mo- aAH” his pleas didn't go ignored as you sped up. You couldn't hold your own sanity anymore, not with his tip hitting the deepest sensitive spot in you perfectly.

“M-mom-my- YES- G-GOD YES-” Eric proclaimed and moaned out how good you were making him feel. He was getting close again and the ache in your stomach was getting unbearable. You slid a hand down to play with your clit, but it was quickly pushed to the side by Eric who was more than willing to take the job.

“L-let your good b-boy take car- aAH- care of you- Mommy-” he said popping your nipple back into his mouth. In seconds you were cumming and spasming on his cock, Eric cumming right after feeling your walls milk him. His moan being choked out of him until you finally stopped fluttering around him.

You two sat in silence, only your heavy breaths could be heard as you two leaned against each other. After a couple minutes of your daze, you moved to get up, earning whines from a over exhausted Eric. Thankfully you were taking him with you as you lead him by his arm.

“Come Eric, let’s go wash ourselves.” You called to him as he stood up with shaking legs, that happily followed you anywhere.

After a couple silent moments, with only your breathes being beards for minutes on end, you finally move to get off of him. Eric whined at the loss of touch but thankfully you we’re trying to take him with you. “Come Eric, let’s go clean up.” His wobbly figure happily followed you for the rest of the night.

Both of you took a moment to breathe, and soon enough you got off of him, much to Eric's dismay. “Come Eric, let's go bathe,” you said with a soft voice and led him with shaking legs to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

#erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom of the opera #phantom x reader #smut #eric smut #phantom smut

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