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sadnymi · 3 days

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「 ✦ How Would The Slytherin boys React After you tell them you’re pregnant:✦ 」

[Mattheo Riddle-Theodore Nott-Lorenzo Berkshire-Draco Malfy-Tom Riddle-Regulus Black]

•Mattheo Riddle

1.Silence: You blurt out the news, a nervous flutter in your chest. Mattheo stares at you, processing the information. Don't panic! This is his initial shock absorbing mode.

2. More Silence: You try again. Still, silence. Don't take it personally; his mind is racing a million miles a minute.

3. The Disappearance Act: By evening, Mattheo might be MIA. Don't fret! This is probably him needing some space to grapple with the news. (Don't chase him to Knockturn Alley, though.)

4. Awkward Return: When he finally returns, you launch into a "what-are-we-going-to-do" speech. But wait! He cuts you off...

5. "Hey, it's okay” : Mattheo might surprise you with a calm demeanor. This doesn't mean he isn't nervous, but he's trying to reassure you (and maybe himself).

6. "I want it too." : Prepare for a confession! Mattheo, the king of nonchalance, might admit he wants this, with you. This might be followed by an apology for his earlier silence."Sorry, I was just shocked earlier. Shouldn't have reacted that way."

7. Confusion Reigns: "You're not mad?" you finally manage to ask, a sliver of doubt lingering.He might confess he's clueless about the whole "No," he says, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "It's just... I never thought about this stuff. Family, kids, the whole shebang. But if I'm gonna do it, I want it to be with you." _Cue the tiny butterflies in your stomach._

8. "But with you.":He might clarify that while the whole baby thing is new, having it with you? That's something he can do.

9. Protectiveness Unleashed: Expect a shift in Mattheo. He might become fiercely protective of you and the little one on the way. (Just don't tell him it's "nesting" if he starts building a barricade around your house.),Mattheo will hover over you, insisting you take prenatal vitamins and threatening to glare down any stranger who bumps into you. It's annoyingly sweet.

10.The (Slight) Freak Out (Because It's Mattheo): Don't get too comfortable yet. There will be moments of panic. Mattheo might blurt out something about not knowing the first thing about raising a kid, or how motorbikes suddenly seem like a terrible idea. Just remind him that you're in this together, crazy as it may be.

•Theodore Nott

1. Reality Check?: Theo might blurt out, "Are you sure?" It's not doubt about your love, but the sheer unexpectedness of it all. Breathe, and calmly confirm with that positive blood test result.

2. Freak-Out Time: Picture a cartoon character with smoke billowing from their ears. That might be Theo, internally freaking out. Don't worry, it's normal (though maybe not that dramatic).

3. Parental Apocalypse?: "Your dad will kill me!" Theo might shriek, envisioning a future father-in-law wielding a shotgun.

4. Waterworks Warning: Tears might well up in your eyes, a mix of emotions swirling. He will put everything beside and try to comfort you.

5. Protective Streak: Expect a dramatic shift. Theo, the notorious rule-breaker, might turn into a fierce protector, ready to shield you from any and all perceived threats.

6. Reassurance Renaissance: He'll rush to your side, muttering reassurances like "Hey, I'm here" and "I'll be here every step of the way." "I might be freaking out internally, but I'm not going anywhere."

7. "We" is the New Word: The "me" might temporarily disappear, replaced by a constant "we." He might start talking about "our baby" and "what we need to do.".

8. Fear is a Two-Way Street: Theo might confess he's scared too. Don't be surprised; fatherhood is a big leap for anyone. Reassure him you're in this together.

9. Facing the Future, Together: Theo might not be known for responsibility, but this news could be a turning point. He might surprise you with his determination to navigate this journey with you.

10.A (Slightly Chaotic) New Chapter: Yes, there will be challenges. But with Theo by your side, even the most chaotic moments of pregnancy and parenthood can turn into an unforgettable adventure (well, maybe not all the diaper changes).

•Lorenzo Berkshire

1. Record Scratch Moment: "Excuse me, what?" Lorenzo might look like a record player with a skipped track. Don't worry, the information overload will clear soon.

2. Baby Talk Confusion: He might blurt out, "Pregnant? Like...with a baby, like a real baby ?"

5. The F-Bomb Symphony: Brace yourself for a chorus of "Oh fuck!" Lorenzo might panic a bit, but hey, at least he acknowledges the reality.

6. Apology Avalanche: Prepare for a barrage of "I'm so sorry for putting a baby on you." It's not guilt-tripping, just Lorenzo's awkward way of expressing concern.

7. Decision Time: He might cut through the tension with a simple, "Okay, what do we do?" Don't be fooled by his bluntness; he's ready to face this together. He might surprise you with a genuine, "I want it. Do you?" Expect a hint of nervousness, but mostly a determination to be a part of this.

8. Family Gathering Fiasco: Prepare for a potential meltdown when it comes to telling your families. He might blurt out, "I'm pregnant!" before you can correct him. Just take a deep breath and handle the announcement yourself later.

9. Overprotective Overload: Expect Lorenzo to morph into your personal bubble wrap. Lifting a box? Forget it. Climbing stairs? Hold on, he's got you. You might need to remind him you're not made of glass .

10. Google Goes Dad Mode: One night, you might catch him researching "how to take care of a pregnant woman" , “ How to be a good dad “ on his phone. Aww, just don’t cry you will freak him out again.

•Draco Malfy

1. Denial is a River in Egypt: His first response? "You're lying." Don't panic. This is classic Draco, clinging to disbelief. Prepare to show him the pregnancy test, the blood test… anything to pierce his denial bubble.

2."Look Away, Not At It!": He might stubbornly refuse to even glance at the evidence. Don't take it personally; it's his defense mechanism malfunctioning.

3. Accusatory Tirade: Brace yourself for a verbal explosion. He might accuse you of lying, of trapping him, of using his family name. Remember, fear often masquerades as anger in Draco's world.

4. Protection Spells on His Pants?: He might insist he used every protection under the sun. Don't get into a magical contraception debate. Just try to explain accidents happen.

5. The Ejector Seat Option: Draco might bluntly tell you to leave. It's a knee-jerk reaction, not a reflection of his true feelings (hopefully!).

6. Standing Your Ground: Here comes the hard part. You tell him you're keeping the baby, with or without him. This might be the first crack in his emotional armor.

7. A Continent Away From Chaos: Fearing his reaction and the uncertainty of it all, you flee to another country. Girl, we feel you! But remember, you're not alone in this.

8. A Connection You Can't Deny: Despite the fear, you feel a powerful bond with the tiny life growing inside you. This little one deserves a chance, and you vow to protect them.

9. The Redemption Knocks: Two months later, a frantic pounding on your door jolts you awake. You open it to find a desperate Draco, his face etched with worry.

10. A Malfoy Regret-Fest: He confesses he searched everywhere for you, regret gnawing at him. When he learns you fled, the dam breaks. He apologizes profusely, begging you to tell him you kept the baby.

A Second Chance, Malfoy Style:

Relief washes over you as you nod, tears welling up. He wipes them away, muttering, "It's still ours. I'm so sorry. I'll never hurt you or our baby again." A genuine plea hangs in his voice.

“ Do you still love me?“ A shaky nod escapes your lips. He pleads for forgiveness, for a chance to be part of this family he never knew he craved.

This might be the start of a rocky but redemptive journey for both of you. Draco, beneath his icy exterior, might surprise you with his capacity for love and growth. Just remember, keep a communication charm handy – navigating fatherhood with Draco will likely be an… interesting adventure.

•Tom Riddle

1. The Stoic Facade: Don't be surprised if Tom remains eerily calm. His usual mask of control might slip not an inch, leaving you wondering what's going on behind those eyes.

2. Tears: A flood of emotions might be coursing through you, but Tom? His reaction might be a chilling calmness. This doesn't mean he's unfeeling, just that he processes things differently.

3. Misinterpreting Your Distress: Seeing you cry, Tom might jump to a chilling conclusion. "Is having a baby with me that terrifying?" Here comes the part where you clarify.

4. Guilt by Association: A quick "No, no!" will hopefully ease his worry. But then you blurt out your fear – you're both too young.

5. Age is Irrelevant: Tom operates on a different timeline. Age is just a number, and power? That's the real currency. He might say, "It's not about age, it's about power."

6. Power Trip for Three?: Brace yourself for a Tom Riddle monologue about the immense power your child could possess. He might see it as an extension of his own ambitions, a prodigy groomed for greatness.Don't be afraid to voice your anxieties. When you say, "Tom, I don't want my baby to be part of your plans," he might actually listen.

6. A Promise, Riddle-Style: “I promise you, I will keep them safe. I will keep you safe." But remember, Tom's definition of "safe" might not align with yours. Stay frosty.

7. Your Fears Take Center Stage: Tears welling up again? This might be the moment it dawns on Tom that you're not thrilled about the power angle. He might try to reassure you, but...

8. Promises with a Price: Tom doesn't give anything without expecting something in return. Be prepared for him to outline his expectations for your role in his grand plan.

9. A Tug-of-War for the Future: This is where things get interesting. Do you submit to his vision, or do you fight for a different future for your child? The choice is yours.

10. A Dance with Darkness: Having a child with Tom Riddle is a gamble. He might be a captivating presence, but remember, his path is paved with darkness. Are you willing to walk it with him?

•Regulus Black

1. Denial Dance: Regulus might stammer, "No, no," backing away like a cornered cat. This isn't about you; it's pure terror. Don't take it personally.

2. Touch-Starved Panic: You reach for his hand, but he flinches. Give him space for now.

3. The Talk: Regulus might utter the dreaded words, "You need to get rid of it." This comes from a place of fear for the child, not for himself.

4. Mama Bear Mode Activated: Your eyes widen. "No, Reg!" you declare, ready to defend your little bean.And It might be the wake-up call he needs. Witnessing your distress could trigger his protective side.

5. Black Family Fears: Regulus might unload about the Black family legacy, a breeding ground for misery. He fears bringing a child into that darkness."This family… it's torture. A child here wouldn't stand a chance." This is Regulus' way of expressing his fear for your child growing up under the Black banner. He might confess his fear of becoming his parents.

6. Us Against the World: You counter with, "It's our baby, Reg. We'll protect him/her." This might be the turning point.

7. Surprise: Regulus, in a rare show of vulnerability, pulls you into a hug. Hold him tight. He needs reassurance as much as you do.

8. Fearful Love: He might apologize, admitting he's scared for you and the baby. Reassure him you're in this together.

9. Escape Plan Hatched: Regulus suggests raising the child away from the Black family's clutches. This might be the most un-Regulus thing ever, and a good sign.

10. Surprise Dad Mode: Fast forward a few months. Regulus, who "didn't want" the baby, is secretly buying tiny clothes and setting up a nursery. And suddenly, bedtime stories and tea parties are in his future.

“Daddy's Little Girl”The moment he finds out it's a girl, prepare for a meltdown (of the happy kind!).

The magic deepens when your daughter recognizes his voice from within the womb. Witnessing the connection between them, a shared language before she even arrives, will fill your heart.

Late nights spent with Regulus talking softly to his daughter, his voice thick with newfound love, will paint a picture of a future you never dared to dream of. Maybe, just maybe, this family you're creating is exactly what Regulus craved – a love that defies darkness and a happiness he deserves.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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teamblck · 2 months

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the 141 as dads

captain john price-

• this man is would be such a good dad

• we all know for a fact this man has a breeding kink so i see him having like 3/4 kids

• waking up early in the morning and eating bowls of cereal watching old cartoon re runs with them

• would start smoking outside or exclusively in his office because he doesn’t want that around them

• type of dad in his retirement to coach his kids football/soccer team

• the best for laying the child on his chest, humming as they fall asleep

• would be super interested in what his children’s interest are (this goes for all of them but i’m putting it here)

• takes his kids on camping and fishings trips

• loves to play hide-n-seek with his kids

• his kids would mock his actions and stand in front of the tv with his hands behind his back, and when they are napping on the couch his kid would also start snoring cause we all know this man snores LOUDLY

• type of dad whenever his kids mention they like eating something once he buys like 5 boxes of it

• would cry they say their first word no matter what is is

• loves taking them to the park

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick-

• okay literally the best dad ever

• i could see him with like 2 or 3 kids

• MATCHING OUTFITS

• if he had girls he would 1000% learn all kind of cute braid styles for them

• when he found out his spouse was pregnant he would be shocked but happy and would immediately buy 100 what to expect when you’re expecting books

• would hate when he kids got into trouble cause he would hate laying the law down but would sit them down and talk every calm but firm

• then would go into another room and be like 🥺

• would NEVER get angry with his kids

• all the mothers would flirt with him in the pickup line at school and he just ignores it

• he thinks his children deserve the entire world

• his kids call Price grandpa

• will blow raspberries on their stomachs until they they can’t stop giggling

• takes 1000 photos of his kids doing anything and then spam sends them to his spouse

• got so nauseous the first time he changed a diaper

• family halloween outfits

john ‘soap’ mactavish-

• such a fun dad

•pillow forts

• ice cream for breakfast

• if he had a son/sons he would cut their hair in the mohawk style as well

• would want so many children omg

• he comes from a big family so i think he would want one as well

• but if his spouse didn’t want a big family he would be okay with it

• if you’ve watched modern family he would be like phil dunphy

• would put his kids on those kid leashes whenever they go anywhere

• i feel like one thing he would struggle with is saying no to his children

• would always help them with their math and science homework

• type of dad to do push ups while his kids are sitting in his back and they are all giggling

• the proudest dad ever! is at every dance recital or sports game or talent show and if he can’t be (because of his job) he would ask all about it when he got home and even if they did poorly he would still tell them how proud of them he is and go her ice cream

•TICKLE FIGHTS

• it would also tear him up if couldn’t be there during a special event for his children

• i also feel like he would cry at major life milestones

• if his children/kid are into sports all you can hear at games is him yelling across the field

simon ‘ghost’ riley-

• GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON

• just imagine him with a pink baby holder strapped to his chest

• he would be such a good father omg

• with his past with his father he would be super scared at first but then as he’s holding this tiny infant he would get angry (not at child obviously) cause how could anyone treat their child the way his father treated him?

• would be super protective of his children (i mean all of them would tbh)

• as cute as it is for the baby to wear little skull head clothing, i don’t think he would want his children knowing ‘Ghost’.

• i think one thing he would struggle with is when his kids throw tantrums when it’s over something ridiculous like he wouldn’t let them pull their siblings hair or eat something gross off the floor and he doesn’t know how to deal with them. he doesn’t want to get to firm and scare them and he doesn’t want to give into such ridiculous things so he would kinda back away and look at you for help

• his kids would 1000% get his accent

• loves to lift them up with his arms, whooshing them around like they are a super hero

• has tea parties with his kids and their stuffed animals on a regular basis

• such a big softie for his children/child are you kidding me

• his children/kid use him as like a jungle gym and are usually hanging off his arms

• would never tell them what he does for work and when they ask he would just say ‘work’

i would give any of these men children or all of them

let me know if you have any feedback!!

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luv4freddie · 4 months

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Polaroid Love - F.W

Fred goes to work with his father and comes home with a muggle Polaroid camera, deciding the best use of it would be to take horrendous pictures of his girlfriend.

Fred x fem!Muggleborn reader, established relationship, reader gets red, house and age not specific, tooth rotting fluff bc I love lovesick Fred, 1.2 k words

Being a muggleborn at the Weasley household was an experience, to say the least.

In the last week since you’ve been at the Burrow, you’ve explained what rubber ducks are for, how to operate a microwave, and Pythagorean theorem.

Today Aurthur took the boys to work with him, so you were currently helping Molly cook dinner.

You had yet to understand the witchy way of cooking, so you were stuck mixing a bowl by hand while Molly sent knives, pots, and pasta flying all across the room.

You ducked a flying cutting board right as the group of rowdy boys entered the front door, your boyfriends voice in particular carrying over the noise of clattering dish ware.

“Honey, we’re home.” Aurthur calls, and Molly meets them all at the door, asking you to ‘keep an eye on’ the multitude of activity in the kitchen.

You look around with wide eyes, imagining all the magical pots dropping to the floor and spoons stopping their stirring, Molly walking in and wondering how you were so incompetent that you would never be able to cook and therefore would be a horrible wife to her son.

You’re only snapped out of your reverie by a flash of light in your eyes, and you tumble back to your current environment— all the dishes are still floating, the spoons were still moving, and Fred was staring at you with a giant grin on his face.

“Hi Freddie!” You light up at the sight of your boyfriend, but don’t allow his attempt at hugging you, too focused on not disappointing your (hopefully) future mother-in-law.

“They’re not gonna stop working unless mom makes them, these things are always going.”

But you refuse to budge, and Molly walks in to see you holding your boyfriend away with one hand on his chest while you continue trying to stir with the other.

She lets out a laugh, telling Fred to leave you alone and go wash up before dinner.

“One kiss? Pleaseeee?” He gives you puppy eyes, and your face goes bright red.

“Not in front of your parents!” You hiss, but he steals a one anyway before running up the stairs and out of the way of the punch you tried to throw at him.

Molly pretends not to have seen, and you let your face cool down before asking what she wants you to do next.

Fifteen minutes later you’re sat at the large table, sandwiched between the twins while Ron talks to you from across the table.

“It was pretty fun, and we all got muggle souvenirs afterward, can you explain to me what this is?” He asks, holding up a PEZ dispenser with a cartoon character head on top.

You laugh, explaining how to get the candy out and watching as a few of the Weasley’s around the table stop to watch, Aurthur positively beaming at the discovery.

“Take a bite before dad can ask you something,” Fred whispers urgently in your ear, and you go to say something back but see Aurthur open his mouth on the other side of the table and you quickly scoop as much pasta into your mouth as you can fit.

You hear Fred laugh at you, and you turn to give him a glare; although it’s less scary due to the copious amounts of noodle hanging out of your mouth.

A flash once again momentarily blinds you, and you finally realize what it is when you see the small Polaroid camera in your boyfriend’s hand.

You go to yell at him, but still have pasta in your mouth so you settle for an angry groan and another smack to his arm.

You watch in horror as a piece of film comes out of the camera, which your boyfriend takes gingerly and looks at expectantly as it develops.

You finally manage to swallow your large bite, and you snatch the photo from his grasp, immediately being greeted by your own face, round with food in your cheeks and wide eyes while strands of pasta hang down your chin and sauce sits on the corners of your mouth.

“Freddie,” you groan in annoyance, but he just takes the photo back from your hands and looks at it proudly.

“It’s a lovely representation of you, darling.”

“It is not!!”

George is laughing too, and you turn back to your plate, trying not to think about the fact that your boyfriend now has two horrible pictures of you for keepsakes.

You try to help clean up after dinner, but Molly insists that someone else does it since you helped cook, so you head upstairs to your boyfriend’s room while Ron and Ginny grumble.

“Evening, love,” Fred greets as you enter the twins’ room.

“Y/n,” George greets as well, tipping his nonexistent hat to you before turning his back to you so he can start a letter to Angelina.

Your boyfriend uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you today.” He mumbles into your hair.

“It wasn’t even a full day,” you laugh, the sound muffled by his chest.

He scoffs, sitting down on his bed and pulling you onto his lap.

“So what, I’m not allowed to miss my girl?”

You feel your cheeks warming at the claim of being his, and you give him a teasing smile, “well when you say it like that..”

Before you can even move there’s another flash and you immediately groan, burying your head into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m really starting to resent your dad for getting you that.”

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter, but all he says is “I think it’s my second favorite possession.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pulling back so he can see it.

“Second favorite?”

“Yep. After these pictures.” He grins, now holding up all three photos he’s taken of you since being home.

“Why can’t you just take pictures like a normal person?” You ask, looking at the two new photos, the one from earlier of you with a wooden spoon in your hand and eyes looking around while bowls float around your head, and the newest one of you sat on Fred’s legs with pink cheeks and a grin on your face.

“Normal people don’t get to keep your happy face in their pockets though, now do they?”

You watch as he puts the photos back, and you melt at the thought of your boyfriend wanting to document your joy to keep as his own.

“I’m always wearing my happy face when I’m around you, Freddie.”

He grins (ignoring George’s gagging) and pulls you down onto his bed, smothering you in kisses until he can no longer keep himself up and your face is brighter than his hair.

“Guess I’ll have to get more film then.”

And he does.

In fact, by the time you get back to Hogwarts from the holidays he’s got a whole wall of polaroids .

You in his Christmas sweater with a proud smile on your face and an F across your chest, you being squeezed by his mother in the worlds tightest hug, you on a broom in his backyard and a quaffle in your arms, you asleep on his bed, even one of you puckering up as if to give the camera a kiss.

And no matter how many times he looks at them, Fred still stares at the photos with a lovesick smile on his face, absolutely in awe at the ability to capture pictures that are so you, so full of light and love that he feels like the luckiest man on Earth to get to be yours.

#I typed Weasley so many times it doesn’t feel like a real word 😭😭#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter scenarios #harry potter boys #harry potter characters #weasley twins

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sanjisblackasswife · 11 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙

Bad Summary: What would OP Men do when your kids walk in on yall having sex🧍🏾‍♀️

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Law, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Luffy

CW: TWT Links are mentioned, All OP men are daddies and married, kids walking in on yall being freaks, Luffy speaks spanish because i fucking said so, Just…sex

Law

Couldn’t be more embarrassed.

Since the day your little baby girl started walking Law tried his damn hardest NOT to have her walk in on you both even getting DRESSED

But he goofed up.

He swore up and down his daughter was sleep and since it’s been a while since you both had been intimate Law couldn’t take it anymore after seeing your supple thicker body prancing around the house in just his shirt all day

He had you on your back on the bed, his soft damped lips on your warm skin as he licked and suckled your breast like a starved man

His hand having a firm grip on your wide thigh, your moans were swallowed by his mouth.

It wasn’t long until he added onto the pleasure and was 2 knuckles deep in your pussy while still sucking your breast. “Mmm!” You whined, feeling a smirk against your skin.

Law was feeling so in his element finally being able to feel and touch you like this again.

That was until—

“Daddy! Mommy!” Your daughter comes in yawning, her pretty dark skin shinning, wearing a small silk bonnet holding a white teddy bear Law got her for her 1st birthday. She had her father’s sleepy eyes.

It was like time froze when your door creaked open and immediately Law panics and throws a cover over your entire naked body.

“WH-WHA UH! YES! Ahem…yes, Rosie?”

Law’s voice creaked. It was adorable hearing him stutter trying to find the words to excuse what your daughter could have possibly saw.

You get up, luckily his shirt was by the floor so you swiftly put it on to pick her up. “What’s wrong, girly? Another nightmare?”

She nods, you decided to go and take her back in her room, looking back at a now flustered captain, wide eye’d and surpirgly a tent under the covers

Till this day Law now keeps the doors LOCKED when you both are getting busy, and fears your 2 year old daughter will one day ask him why did mommy have bruises on her chest

Sanji(oh my fuck sanji looks so good here)

A quickie.

A simple quickie was what Sanji needed to keep going.

You knew Sanji’s libido didn’t lower since you had your daughter and honestly you believe it got worse somehow?

But he was your husband and his big pleading eyes of him asking “Just 15 minutes!” made it difficult for you to say no.

So as your 5 year old was watching cartoons in the living room, you and him decided to sneak off

“Oh f-fuck…” His breathed into your neck prodding his lubed tip between your folds. Despite this being a “quickie” the way he laid you down on the bed, hooking your legs around his hips made you think this was ganna be longer than just a few minutes.

He didn’t waste any time fucking you deep and slow with your dress hiked up over your breast for him to nibble on

“S-sanji! Yo-you! Ah! Gatta stay quiet!”

It was like yours words went from one ear and out the other, He had a tight grip on your hips so you won’t buck into him, he was whinning and panting in your ear and your could feel the headboard slap against the wall

It felt amazing yes, but it was only amount of time until—

“Daddy m’hungry…” Your beautiful baby walking in with big dark brown curly hair covering one eye and a cute little curly brow like her father.

The shriek Sanji let out was almost as girly as his daughter’s when she gets frightened.

You slap your forehead, quickly pushing his still body off of you and tossing a cover over him praying to God she didn’t see anything she may be scared with.

“Daddy? Why were you on mommy while she was in pain like tha—-“

“I WAS HELPING HER!” He yelled, awkwardly laughing laughing off his pink face and patting your head, using the sheets to covers HIS chest like a teenage girl caught. “YES! I was helping mommy because she was just in SOOO much pain!”

“More like helping yourself.” You mumble putting on your robe, you snicker at his quick glare at you. Picking her up she explains how she wants to eat and watch a movie with you both.

As Sanji scrambles to put on some clothing you giggle away distracting little Sora so your husband can cook you all dinner and watch the Little Mermaid

He had a pink face all evening, don’t worry though. You made it up to him later that night.

With the door locked.

Zoro

Zoro said it would be a bad idea to do this because your son could be back from school at any moment, but you insisted you both had time

The moment you bent over on the couch for him exposing your wet cunt to his display was the same exact moment your husband forgot about any worries he had prior.

“You! Ah! Better …fucking cum !”

Your moans were broken into giggles the rapid snaps of his hips behind you, tugging your hair as you heard the panic in his voice made your jaw slack. Fuck, it felt so good to be fucked like this again.

You both still have sex on the regular, but it’s slower, and usually done in the shower. It’s been so long since Zoro was able to just bend you over and be as loud as he wants WHEREVER HE WANTS

You both were lost in the pleasure, if anybody were in your backyard they can see right where the glass doors were and watch the slutty view in front of them of Zoro pressing your hips down further.

You both were so close ! That was until the front door opened.

You fell straight on your stomach due to zoro’s suddenly weight on top of you. He started grumbling and mumbling in a panic.

Your 7 year old son, came in with a confused look, approaching you both closer your green haired idiot of a husband hollered waving.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

“What?”

“JUST GO, KEHLANI ILL BE UP IN A SECOND I….SPILLED SOMETHING.”

Your son shrugs, not really caring enough to ask anymore questions so he goes up the stairs and leaves, you thank God in that moment he had his father’s attitude.

Zoro gets up from your back, still slowly pulling out making sure you’re not hurt to put on his sweats and tee shirt and throwing you your clothes.

“I told you this was a bad idea. Thats how your ass got pregnant last time.”

“Oh yeah?” You bark back, “You remember that night well huh. You must have had flashbacks the way you was moaning—“

“I WASN’T FUCKING MOANING!”

“DAD! YOU GATTA PUT ANOTHER DOLLAR IN THE SWEAR JAR!”

You stick your tongue out at his angry flustered face seeing him go search for his wallet

Ace

The twins were out with their uncle Luffy for the weekend.

Yes, you prayed heavily that they’ll be okay with him but Ace swore he’d be around his friends to to help

why not fuck around the while house like sluts?

And that you did.

After making a mess of the house you and Ace decided to just have a small smoking break before having to clean up and get ready for the babies to come back

But that of course led to shotgunning, which led to a heated makeout session, which then landed to Ace whispering you to ride him as he rutted beneath you.

Thats why you’re here, legs shaking and breast bouncing in front of your husbands face while he groans and whines to prettily about how good your tight cunt feels fluttering around his dick.

“S-so! Sensitive!”

“‘M ganna—!”

“ACE! Y/NNN!!!”

it was like time froze.

Luffy burst into your room holding your babies (in a very unsafe way on his shoulders) and started to laugh

“Ace I told you i was coming but—seems like Y/N was too!”

You swore if Luffy wasn’t holding your babies you would have threw a pillow at his head; instead you cover yourself in your blankets and let ace put on some shorts and take the kids while you get ready to take a shower

You grimace at the thought of your brother in law seeing your bare back, but thankfully your babies won’t remember since they’re only 1

…and hopefully Luffy doesn’t ever speak of this moment again

Luffy

Luffy doesn’t care.

He never had shame.

You had to teach him that when he got older and you both had your son.

He was a curious boy like his daddy, but the one thing he somehow managed to be at the sheer age of 7 was to somehow be more stealth

Y’all son, AJ was very very good at appearing out of no where and sneaking up on your both. Luffy swears he ate some kind of stealth DF.

You knew this would be an issue wanting to do quickies but Luffy didn’t care. He was hard and turned on after seeing you already starting to get thicker in the breast and thighs again after finding you you are in fact pregnant again with his baby.

So you do what any good girl of his does:

Suck his dick.

He swore it would be real quick, AJ was watching Pokemon and eating meat so they had about 11 minutes.

“Just lemme use your throat, mami—“

“…fine.”

So there you were; on your knees, hands on Luffy’s thick thighs as he damn near test how good your no gag reflexes were.

You’d be a lie to say his groans and whimpers never failed to arouse you.

You were itching from some relief too so you reach down into your panties to play with your clit, as your husband was coming close to his own high, gasping a little at how wet you were until——

“What are you and mommy doing?”

In an instant you pushed Luffy back to sit on the bed and tried shielding him with your body

“Ah—uh—AJ! Go!—-go um—“

“Mami está ocupada haciendo que papá se sienta bien!!”

You didn’t know much Spanish but you knew it had to be inappropriate because Luffy only speaks that to him when he says something nasty, so you smack his head

“We’ll be right out, AJ just go—“

“Mommy are you okay? Daddy said you were making him fee—“

“Go ! AJ! Please, baby go back in the living room.”

He does as told, hesitantly, but you shut the door on him and your dim witted husband just sighs, “So…no more?”

You didn’t talk to him the whole day.

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Dolcezza VI

Read Dolcezza here.

Warnings: fluff, angst--lots of it. I know we're all waiting on the big reveal or whatever based on my cliff hanger but you're going to have to wait a little bit 😊

~8.4k words

The sun coming through the blinds outlined her like the angel she really was, and Harry was sure there were cartoon hearts floating around his head as he gazed at her.

“Do you want me to get Harry?” Niall asked.

“No!” She nearly shouted. Niall blinked in surprise. She cleared her throat and her face warmed as Harry’s best friend looked at her like she was nuts. She honestly felt a little crazy and she prayed to God the man up front didn’t hear her and give away that she was slowly losing her mind. “No, no... it’s... he’s not doing anything wrong,” if she lied to herself enough, maybe the problem would go away.

“He’s allowed to be in the same place as you?” Niall’s eyebrows rose half-way up his forehead. Obviously, he hated this.

If Niall hated this... she hated to think what Harry would do.

She shrugged one shoulder as casually as she could manage, then nodded. “It’s only fifty feet,” she murmured.

“You know the dimensions of this place?” Surprise and distaste were evident in his tone.

She swallowed the figurative rock that had wedged itself in her throat. She tried to take a deep breath as quietly and shallowly as possible. She could still feel his gaze on her back. He had to know she was terrified, and she didn’t want to give him any more excitement into knowing she was scared. “You learn to measure 50 feet by sight,” she mumbled.

“Tesorino, please let me tell Harry,” Niall begged.

She shook her head rapidly, feeling the intensity of his stare never faltering. “Niall, please. He’ll worry and it’s—”

“I’m worried,” he admitted, speaking lowly so only she could hear.

There was thick exasperation in her sigh. “Please don’t. It’s fine. He’s just...there.”

Niall answered her sigh with his own angry, frustrated one. “Tesorino, Harry would lose his mind. Worse, he would be devastated if you didn’t tell him. He’s already probably going to hate me for waiting this long to tell him and it’s only been three minutes. Please let me tell him.” She didn’t say anything. But Niall could see the exhaustion on her face. This couldn’t be easy for her. None of it. On top of a long day with her crazy family and car trouble. Niall thought she was brave just for being upright. “Tesorino,” he repeated leaning close. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on for hours but couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Niall was doing his best not to stare back in the offending direction.

She had to say yes. Niall needed her to say yes. He didn’t know what would happen if she said no. He couldn’t imagine looking his best friend in the eye and keeping that from him. Not when he knew how much he adored this sweet girl. Niall was equally terrified. Over the months she lived above his workplace and stole his best friend’s heart, she turned out to be one of the funniest and best people he knew. He loved her in a way Harry didn’t. Because he adored her like a sister he never had and like the best-friend-in-law he already assumed she’d be, he couldn’t stand the thought of her getting hurt. He was ready to throw himself over the bar and stand in front of her if needed.

He held his breath for the ten seconds she paused. Waiting wordlessly, panicked that he would have to ruin his relationship with her if she said no. There was no way he wasn’t telling Harry.

Fortunately, she nodded. The slightest headshake. He knew it probably took a lot out of her to say she needed help. It wasn’t lost on him, and he hoped he could convince Harry to see it that way. He released a breath for about as long as he held it. “Thank you, Tesorino,” Niall sighed with relief. “Harry!” He shouted, starting back for the kitchen.

She grabbed his hand right as it lifted off the bar before he made his way to Harry. He turned his attention back to her. Her hand squeezing his gently. “Please don’t leave me alone,” she whispered, her voice small.

Niall’s heart broke right in half. “Fuck,” What an idiot. “Of course not, Tesorino,” he promised and covered her hand with his other and squeezed it back with a gentle smile. It was meant to be encouraging but he was afraid it was filled with pity.

“I was looking for you. S’matter?” Harry asked, stepping up to the kitchen window. His hand zoomed in on Niall’s touching hers. Her gaze dropped to the bar already feeling like she was in trouble. “Oh...hey, Principessa. Y’okay?” Niall turned, still holding her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze as he faced Harry. Never once letting go. Patrons at the bar beside her were staring every so often at the weird chain she and Niall made as he spoke to Harry—it couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds. But the only thing she could really sense was the gaze at her back. It killed her to stay facing forward. It felt like the hardest thing in the world.

Niall spoke quietly. The din of the restaurant covering the noise of his words. Words that she didn’t want to hear and words that made her feel sick. She felt hot and scared.

Not to mention, completely defeated.

She couldn’t look up to see the disappointment on Harry’s face.

Suddenly there was a hand on her back, and she was startled so badly she let a tiny yelp out of her throat before Harry’s cologne invaded her nose. Before she could jolt her head back Harry’s lips were right near her ear. If anyone heard her, they paid no mind. She could almost feel his lips touching her earlobe as he spoke. The hand on her back pressed gently and soothingly against her spine. “S’time t’go Principessa,” he murmured lowly.

It was one of the only times in her life that she could remember letting someone else take charge and worry about her. It scared her almost as much as feeling the gaze of her stalker on the back of her head.

The poor thing must have whispered sorry about ten thousand times. It broke Harry’s heart. Especially after the nice day he had with her. He thought he had broken down a ton of walls and was excited to kiss her until she was breathless when he brought her back to her place.

Now they were in the kitchen strategizing, or at least, Niall and Harry were. The three settled by the lockers for the staff, sitting on the little bench. Harry was pacing nervously while Niall tapped on the bench with his fingertips while thinking. The rest of the staff ignored them. They were getting close to closing the kitchen down anyway, so Niall wasn’t needed as much, and Harry wasn’t even supposed to be there.

She was sitting mutely beside Niall, feeling like an idiot for believing this wouldn’t catch up to her. It had been a blissful, almost year. She was hopeful he was just gone, found someone new to bother. Or something else... anything but this. Harry was pacing listening to Niall trying to get an idea of what was happening up at the front of the restaurant by asking one of the waiters to keep an eye on that table and let them know when the guy there left. Harry had his hands pressed to his lips, steepled in front of him.

“Principessa,” Harry said putting a hand on her shoulder making her jump again. “What do y’think?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I’m... I’m so sorry. I wasn’t focused, can you—”

Niall smiled at her sympathetically. “S’okay, Tesorino,” he promised reaching over and squeezing her knee soothingly. “Harry—but also very much me, too—would feel more comfortable if you stayed at our place.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Trying to sound braver than she felt. Which was albeit very little. “It’s probably not that big of a deal... I can stay in my apartment. I wouldn’t want to put either of you out or—”

Harry sighed and tilted his head back. It was obvious he was frustrated. Maybe even... angry... at her. “S’not a problem, Principessa,” his voice was clipped. Irritated.

She felt like everything that she talked about with Harry today was ruined. She looked at her hands in her lap. Fiddling with the thumb ring she bought she spun it around and around below her knuckle. “We’d feel safer with you at our place,” Niall was a little calmer than Harry. She envied that. Wished she could be calmer. Harry looked like he was going to rip the hair out of his head. He ran a hand over his face. The waiter came by to report that the man was gone, and all three sighed with relief.

“Can I get some stuff?” She asked quietly.

Niall tutted sadly. It really felt like she was in trouble at school. Harry looked so worried but immensely... mad. An emotion she hadn’t seen on his sweet features once in the nine months she had known him. “Course, Tesorino,” Niall nodded easily. “Harry will take you up to get whatever you need.”

Harry was silent the entire drive. Further making it feel like everything that was and could have been between them was ruined. He didn’t even hold her hand. It was completely unfair because she had spent many car rides without his hand in hers and it wasn’t a big deal. Now, after one day, it felt cold and horrible. It felt wrong and made her want to hold his hand so very badly in an attempt to fix it.

The time she spent packing was tense and silent too. Harry didn’t rush her, but he may as well have had a timer. It felt like everything she did was wrong and awful. She also packed way too much stuff which added to her stress. It looked like she was going on vacation for a whole week and that had to be overwhelming for Harry. For all she knew, he wanted to make out with her and maybe start dating. Not have her move in immediately.

Due to her frustrated daydreaming, she didn’t realize they were parked in a driveway. Niall had gotten a ride home from Antonio just a little before them, so he was able to do a scan ahead of time and sent a reassuring text that it was all safe to enter. She opened her door and Harry leaned across her immediately and pulled it shut. She turned to him, her expression a bit bewildered.

He got out of the car wordlessly and came to her side where he opened the door for her. He smiled weakly. The first sign of her Harry in an hour. “S’my job t’open doors for you, Principessa,” he murmured.

Her heart fluttered. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she answered because she didn’t know what else to say to that. She stepped out of the car and Harry released a light chuckle. She could tell Harry was trying to be casual as he looked around. Luckily, the neighborhood was small. It would be obvious if there were an unknown car parked nearby. Or a stranger lurking in the shadows. Someone would have called the police for such a suspicion before Niall even noticed.

He grabbed her duffle bag from the back, and she pulled her backpack from the passenger floor and slid it on before they walked toward the house. Niall’s car was parked beside Harry’s. The house was adorable. Not too big. Just one story with a nice yard. Niall mentioned it was two bedrooms, two bathrooms. Of course, there was a big kitchen because it’s where Niall and Harry shined, and it was important they had one.

Even if they rarely used it since all their time was spent at the restaurant.

She jumped when the light turned on for the front steps. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered.

Harry smiled sadly. The poor thing. Harry let her inside first, peeking one last time over his shoulder grateful there was nothing out of place as he closed the door. The three seemed to sigh with relief as Niall closed the front door and locked it.

“Welcome home, Tesorino,” Niall winked. He yawned, stretched, and smiled sweetly. “Make yourself at home, but m’very tired.”

“Yeah, of course,” she nodded quickly. “I’m sorry—”

“Shh,” he hushed, shaking his head easily, and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Sleep well, love. S’all good,” he promised and shuffled down the hall.

She felt wildly uncomfortable. Poor Harry. This was not what he signed up for. “C’mon,” he hummed and started after Niall toward what she assumed was the hallway with the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Harry opened one door and flicked on the light. “S’my bathroom. Niall’s is connected t’his room, so if y’have t’use it, y’gotta go through his room. But be careful, he has laundry mountains,” he warned. She wanted to inspect it more. What kind of shower curtain did he choose? Did he pick out the hand towels himself? Was it annoying that when they had friends over, they had to use his bathroom?

She smiled. “I don’t see myself going through his room.”

“Jus’ letting you know,” he shrugged.

She frowned. The vibe was so incredibly tense. He was visibly mad. “This is my room,” he flicked on the light as he entered the door across the hall from the bathroom. It was pretty minimalist. A dresser, a bed, a nightstand, a desk. On top of his desk was a collection of books lined up and bookended by a pair of brackets shaped like a bicycle going through the books. His laptop and a picture of what she assumed was his mom and sister were next to the books, too. There was a closet along the front wall, and she felt the need to look in and see all of Harry’s clothes. Most of the time she saw him in his ever-present black kitchen ensemble. Today’s adventure was one of the only times she saw him in dark jeans and a long-sleeve Henley. She imagined there was more where that came from but still wanted to know. Or maybe he just used it as storage and dress shirts. But it was exactly the kind of thing she wanted to know because of the stress of the last hour.

The room was painted with a light color. It was almost white, but she swore there was a hint of yellow-almost-peach color hiding in there and she only knew that because she was staring at it trying to figure out what color it was. “Mum insisted on the color,” he rolled his eyes. “Said m’choice of dark blue was depressing.”

She smiled again thinking about how nice it was that he listened to his mom. His bedspread was dark navy, pulled to the top of the mattress with four fluffy pillows. It matched the area rug he had under the desk. All his furniture was dark brown in color. “Blue would have been too dark,” she agreed. He smirked and rolled his eyes. It eased the anxiety in her heart a little.

“Are y’tired?” He asked.

“Hmm?”

“Tired, Principessa?” He repeated and she wondered if he thought she was stupid now. It felt like she was stupid.

“Uh...yeah.”

Wordlessly, he opened two drawers grabbing a couple of things out of his dresser. Then he stole a pillow off the bed. “M’gonna let y’sleep, then,” he said. “Wake me up if y’need anything. M’usually up by eight at latest on the weekend. But wake me up if y’get up earlier,” he promised heading for the living room.

She shook her head as if all at once, her brain returned to her head after the last hour. “Where are you going?” She asked stepping into the hall watching his retreating figure. He looked so boyish, carrying a pillow at his side, dragging it like a little kid. It was adorable.

He turned around to her looking at her with confusion. “T’sleep, kitten,” he smirked with an eyeroll.

Her heart stopped and she felt flustered all over again. “On the couch?!” Her voice cracked.

“Uh... yeah?”

“Harry,” she shook her head. “I can’t... I can’t kick you out of your bed,” she said hurriedly. “I won’t sleep.”

He smiled softly and shrugged. “S’okay, Principessa. Want you t’be comfortable.”

“I will be so uncomfortable if you sleep out there while I’m in your bed,” he looked pretty resolute in his decision, and she thought she might lose this one. It made her feel horrible. And she wasn’t sure she was very-well brave enough to go follow him into the main room and cram herself against him on the sofa if he did make his way out there. “Harry,” she whined and twisted her fingers together anxiously. “Please, don’t,” she begged.

“Well s’no chance m’letting y’sleep on the couch, kitten. So... s’very limited in our options here.”

“You can sleep with me,” she said quickly. Then her face turned the same shade as a firetruck. Harry smirked and she put a hand over her eyes. Harry stepped back toward her.

“I can, hmm?” He asked with a lilt in his voice that sounded like her Harry. The one that teased her, soothed her, and made her feel like nothing bad could ever happen to her simply because he liked her so much.

She pulled her hand away from her blushing face. Harry was standing with just inches of space between them. Her head tilted back so she could look at him. His green eyes hooded by his eyelids, and she realized he looked damn near exhausted. As much as she wanted to make out with him, it seemed unfair. The car, her family, the driving, the stalker. It was all a lot for anyone to deal with and definitely not what Harry signed up for today.

Of course, he made it seem like it didn’t bother him, but even she was tired. She couldn’t imagine how he felt. “Er...” she swallowed. “I meant... your bed is big,” she murmured. “And when I’m tired, I sleep like a zombie,” she admitted. “I mean, I won’t move or roll around and get in your space.”

“Hmm...” she could feel the breath of his exhale across her cheeks. “What if I want you in my space?” He wondered. Her voice felt like it was dead. Gone completely. No longer there.

“You don’t hate me?” She managed to whisper. “Or think I’m annoying? Or want me out of your hair? I know this is more than what you ever wanted to deal with today. On a day off to boot.”

She watched him wince very minutely. A twinge of his lips, a wrinkle on his forehead, and a quick jolt of his head twisting to the left. “M’not answering any of those silly questions, Principessa,” he responded instead.

“But you’ve been so mad the entire drive here. You... you didn’t hold my hand,” she whispered like a dumb elementary school student whose crush pushed another girl on the swing set.

His gaze softened. The pinch in his brow disappeared and his eyes went back from laser focused to the gentleness he always seemed to have when he looked at her. He brought his hand to her face and brushed his thumb on her cheek. “M’not mad at you. Of course, m’not. Y’did nothing wrong. You are...” he shook his head. “M’terrified of something hurting you. Someone hurting you. M’mad at him. I could never be mad at you, m’Principessa,” he whispered. “Been dreaming ‘bout you in m’bed. I’d probably sleep like a rock jus’ thinking ‘bout you in here while out on the couch,” he admitted making her heart stop. Harry knew all the right things to say. “After the last couple hours...” he stared at her steadily. “If I sleep in the same bed as you, kitten,” he shook his head and clucked his tongue. “I wouldn’t be able t’let y’go,” he promised.

Part of her thought she should be embarrassed by his statement, but she had been dreaming about way worse than Harry sharing a bed with her since she met him. Each time they touched she thought her heart would explode. When she watched him chop vegetables, or any time she caught a glimpse of his fingers doing anything, she imagined inappropriate touches that would make him think she was insane. “I’m okay with that,” she whispered breathlessly.

“M'gonna kiss you now,” he told her leaning closer to her. “M’not going t’stop for a while,” he promised.

“Are your rooms soundproof?” It wasn’t even a whisper anymore—it was quieter than that. The air that escaped her lips came out nervously. She was lucky he could understand her. It was a stupid thing to ask but her brain was malfunctioning once more, and it was the only thing she could think about; Niall just two rooms over and across the hall.

There was an ache in his jeans at her question, and he let out a low moan from his throat. His lips were so close to hers. “We’ll have t’find out,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. Not a kiss, just touching as he said the words. It still set her on fire. Harry dropped the pillow and his clothes and wrapped his arms around her waist firmly, before sinking his mouth on hers in a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. She ached everywhere, immediately and let out a groan as he lifted her just so her toes brushed the floor and could easily push her back into his room. He kicked the door shut and she truly prayed the walls were thick and wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Niall tomorrow morning.

She woke up after feeling like she had slept for a whole week. Her lips felt swollen, and light was filtering in from the window. It landed on the expanse of Harry’s muscular back unmarred by tattoos which she now knew covered almost every inch of his torso and most of his left arm, but not the right. As much as she wanted to take Harry’s boxers off last night, she could see the same amount of fatigue in his eyes as she felt in her own body. So, true to his word, they kissed and kissed and kissed and didn’t stop for a while—until her breath was so shallow Harry started to worry about her all over again.

Harry pulled almost all her clothes off, running his hands up and down her body in a way she had never experienced. It was as if he was searching for something but was still so gentle. Like whatever he was searching for was in an area filled with bubbles and he wasn’t allowed to pop any of them. It made her feel beautiful and whole. For however long they kissed, (she hadn’t a clue because she didn’t time it) she forgot about everything except Harry.

The tiredness took over eventually and Harry clutched her body to his. His body was warm and protective around hers, spooned behind her. “Is it everything you dreamed?” She whispered, her arms stacked and nearly crossed around the cage he had her in his embrace.

“S’better, Principessa,” he mumbled and kissed the back of her head. Her skin was so soft and warm. It really was better than he could have dreamed. But he promptly fell asleep.

Obviously, they had turned and moved a bit in their sleep. She leaned over and pressed kisses at evenly spaced intervals down his spine. She caught sight of his alarm clock reading 7:18. She didn’t want to wake him up—at least not till eight because he deserved all the sleep he could get after yesterday. But she couldn’t keep her lips off him. The room was chilly and lifting herself from under the covers to lean over and kiss his skin let the heat out from their little cocoon. It killed her to think he would have to go to work in the evening. Maybe earlier. He probably had prep stuff to do.

Her mind spiraled a bit, wondering if she would go with them. Maybe she should go back home? She kind of missed the smell of garlic and olive oil and didn’t realize it was such a comfort to help her fall asleep. Or would she stay here? She could get a new comfort in Harry’s lips.

Harry’s breathing was steady, no indication that her lips had woken him. But she heard her phone vibrate from somewhere in the pile of her stuff. She slipped out of bed feeling guilty and wrong about leaving him. She grabbed her phone and managed to find a shirt and pair of pants from her duffle bag and picked up her phone so when it started to vibrate again, signaling the person at the other end was not giving up, it wouldn’t bother Harry. Near silently, she stepped out of the room closing the door quietly.

Luckily, Niall and Harry’s floors didn’t creak when she padded back toward the main room. “Hello?” She asked her phone softly.

“Where are you?” Eleanor asked alertly. “I’ve never seen that address before and I’m terrified. Are you alright?”

Shit. She should have warned her.“I’m fine,” she assured her immediately. “Really, everything’s fine,” she promised her through her whispers.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because Harry and Niall are sleeping,” she sighed and put a hand to cover her eyes.

The silence was deafening. “Are you...?” Eleanor gasped. “Halelujah!” She sang. She smiled and felt herself blush even though she had no reason to. It’s not like Eleanor or anyone for that matter could see her. “So that’s Harry’s address?”

“Yes, Mom,” she rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to worry—” She stopped and cleared her throat because she didn’t want to worry Eleanor and certainly didn’t want to lie to her. But technically, there was a need to worry. “You don’t have to worry right now,” at least that was the truth. Technically. Hopefully, she could figure something out before it became a serious problem. “Why are you awake?” She asked.

“I had to pee and needed water and I checked my phone for the time, and it said you were at a new, unfamiliar location,” Eleanor sighed with relief. “How did you end up there?”

She sighed. “It’s... a long story,” one that she didn’t have details for yet because she didn’t know all of them. Ones that she didn’t want to worry Eleanor with when she was supposed to be asleep. “I’ll... call you later. Go back to sleep. I’m okay,” she promised.

Eleanor released a yawn, and she could hear the ruffle of sheets. “She’s okay,” she whispered.

“Wonderful,” she heard Louis grumble.

“Jesus Eleanor, let the poor man sleep,” she rolled her eyes.

“Enjoy La Casa di Harry,” Eleanor sang once more, then hung up almost instantly.

Harry was just starting to wake up. Bits of a dream he didn’t remember still on the edge of his mind. But he smelled bacon, home fries, and toast. He moaned quietly as he stretched and turned to see the sweet girl, the star of all his daydreams, standing in the doorway with a plate of food steaming in the early sunlight. His chest felt a warmth he couldn’t describe. “Hey Principessa.”

The groggy, warm, and creaky voice he had when he woke up was her new favorite thing. She felt a pulse of adoration for him flow through her like she had been electrocuted. She was lucky she held onto the plate. “I made you an omelet,” she answered softly. She hated being loud in the mornings. Mornings were meant to be quiet and gentle.

“You didn’t have t’do that,” he sat up against the headboard. She walked over to him, dodging Harry’s discarded jeans and T-shirt, and stepped around her own jeans and sweater.

“I did, though,” she nodded knowingly.

“Did y’sleep okay?” He asked as she settled the plate in his lap. It looked delicious and Harry’s stomach growled without him fully realizing how hungry he was.

“Very,” she smiled. “I... I just want to bring Niall his breakfast, then I’ll be back,” she said standing beside him as he looked at her. The sun coming through the blinds outlined her like the angel she really was, and Harry was sure there were cartoon hearts floating around his head as he gazed at her.

“Hurry,” he said cutely biting into the toast. She giggled and scurried to the kitchen and then back down the hall. Harry sipped from the water bottle he left on his nightstand and nearly choked as he realized his mistake. “Wait!” He called.

“Oh... oh I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, you make breakfast, too?” Niall asked sleepily. Harry sighed, tilting his head back against the board behind him and rolled his eyes. “Gonna have to compete for you soon, Tesorino, if Harry doesn’t make a move,” there was a pause and Niall shuffled by Harry’s door. Naked as the day he was born.

She stood in the doorway looking a little surprised and pink cheeked as ever. Harry smirked. “Should have warned you.”

“Any time you want to make me breakfast in bed, Tesorino, my door is always opened.” Niall smiled and pecked her blushing cheek as he headed back to his room holding the plate and ketchup bottle in his hand.

She looked at Harry who casually nibbled on his yummy food. “Did y’make yourself some or are we sharing?” He asked.

She shook her head to rid herself of the image of Niall naked across his bed. “Uh... hold on,” she said. “I’ll go get my plate,” she answered.

“Must have got her second guessing,” Niall shouted.

“Niall, shut it,” Harry growled.

After they ate the yummy food, she put their plates in the sink and promised she would wash everything in a bit. She closed the door as she returned, hurried to snuggle under the blankets, and curled up to Harry’s warm body. This had to be what heaven was like. Harry holding her in the sun-rising morning on a Saturday. After a few little turns and movements, she wound up lying with her ear pressed to his heart. His fingers skimmed up and down the length of her arm and it was hard to believe that after all the time he spent thinking about her in this capacity, she was here. Even if there were a million problems and he was still exhausted just by thinking about last night... she was here.

There wasn’t a thing he had done in his life that felt as nice as holding her.

The rise and fall of her body against his made him happy. She was okay. Physically. He certainly wasn’t going to let anyone get to her. After a bit of contemplation, he noticed she had fallen back asleep. He brushed his lips on her forehead and combed her hair softly along her hairline with the pads of his fingertips.

It was easy to pretend nothing was wrong because it felt so perfect. He tried not to think about all the problems that were outside their little cocoon. He wanted to take the night off but honestly, not working might make his mind a little too wandering to all the bad that could happen.

Plus, if she came along to the restaurant or her place, she would only be a short walk away. Not a ten-minute drive across town that would make his anxiety skyrocket. She startled awake, just about as quickly as she fell asleep. It couldn’t have been more than seven minutes. She twitched and frowned, nuzzling her nose against his chest. “Y’okay, Principessa?” His voice was low and gravelly. He kissed her forehead, but it felt like he was kissing on the part of her heart that was infatuated and in love with him.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Think I fell asleep again for a minute,” she murmured.

“S’okay. Y’can sleep,” he offered. “M’not going anywhere for a while.”

“No?” She asked, was that hope in her voice? God, he was going to say something stupid like he loved her.

“Niall’s going t’do prep. I’ll go in right before the waiters and waitresses do for the evening,” he explained. “So, we’ve got some time t’relax,” he promised. The smile on her face couldn’t stop and Harry thought he might explode from how sweet she looked. “What?” He asked.

“I’m glad... we get to spend the day together,” she admitted, her cheeks turning his favorite shade of pink. It was adorable to see her tuck her face into Harry’s chest. He thought his heart might explode if he fell any harder for her.

“All y’had t’do was ask, Principessa,” he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. Her skin was so soft and he had blindly felt every inch of her in their late night make out session. He kissed her repeatedly until his lips were sore and the tug on his own lips from hers got weaker. “’D’ve been at y’door any time,” he promised.

“I really thought you were mad at me last night,” she whispered sadly.

“You?” He shook his head. “Can’t imagine a way, la mia dolcezza.”

Her heart ached so badly for him.

They shared at least a thousand more kisses. Her breathing was erratic when Niall knocked on the door and Harry managed to calmly answer him. His body was hovering above hers, his hips locked between her thighs. “M’heading out,” he called.

“Bye Niall,” Harry said without an ounce of suggestion that they were doing anything other than playing a board game. She was astounded he could keep his composure like that. Maybe she wasn’t so good at kissing him like she had hoped (but Harry assured her it had nothing to do with that, but he just wanted Niall to go away faster).

“Bye Tesorino,” he called with a smile in his voice. Her voice felt shaky when she answered (even though Harry assured her many times over that Niall had no idea she was breathless from kissing).

Harry’s body was lean but sinewy. His boxer briefs pulled tight around what had to be... she couldn’t think about his penis too long or she would be done for. But she could feel his hard length grinding against her core as he kissed her and kissed her for way longer than she thought she’d be able to emotionally handle after a day spent with her family and finding out her stalker was back.

Eventually her stomach signaled to the pair of them that it was time to eat again. Harry headed to the kitchen to get something ready for her. “S’no garlic bread and eggplant,” he shrugged with a wry smile handing her a plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and celery sticks.

She never wanted to leave.

“M’gonna, shower, kitten,” he kissed her forehead. “Shout if y’need something, yeah?”

“Or if I want to join?” She asked, batting her eyelashes up at him innocently.

He groaned. “Don’t tempt me, Principessa,” he kissed her quickly on the lips. Fortunately, Eleanor texted her to keep her occupied the length of his shower.

Do you live there now?

She put the phone to her ear and Eleanor answered on the second ring. “I don’t live here.”

“You haven’t left yet. Which is awfully suspicious.”

She smirked and rolled her eyes. “He spent the day with my family yesterday,” she said softly. “Emma called me a bossy bitch and he told her that it wasn’t very nice,” she swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat—the same one she had yesterday when she overheard the conversation. “And he met Ethan—”

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered back.

“—El, he’s...” she sighed shaking her head. “He’s wonderful.”

“I know. We’ve been waiting for you to notice!”

She rolled her eyes but chatted with El for the length of his shower. The sound of the water running eventually stopped and she promised Eleanor to call her again with a better update.

Harry returned to his room with a towel wrapped on his hips and even though she had spent all night and morning pressed to his mostly naked body, save the boxers, this was somehow more naked. Her heart was flying, and she tried not to stare. “Could I also shower?”

He chuckled. “Course, kitten. Let me get you a towel.”

She wished she was cheekier to ask him for his. But instead, she took the time to let the hot water run over her body and further forget about the crazy day she had yesterday. The difference between the state of her brother’s bathroom versus Harry’s was immense. She wanted to send a picture to him and Ethan explaining what their bathroom was supposed to look like, but she didn’t want him to know she was in Harry’s bathroom.

Once showered and dressed, Harry was waiting in the living room. He smiled at the sight of her, dressed in leggings and a dress that fell just above her knees. She looked beautiful, simply put. Even with wet hair he swore she could be a model. (But she strongly denied such a statement when he voiced it to her). She settled herself next to him. Snuggling into his embrace. The afternoon was quiet. He kissed the top of her head every so often while running his hand up and down her arm. She suggested reading for a while and Harry thought it was adorable and sweet. Her face was concentrated while her eyes scanned the pages. A pucker between her eyebrows. Harry thought she was adorable. It was hard to concentrate on his own book when she was in his house, on his couch, sitting so close to him.

About an hour before Harry mentioned they needed to leave for him to head to work, she noticed a shift in him. It was like the night before. When he didn’t hold her hand in the car and when he seemed so...cold. It was almost subtle, the way his body language and demeanor changed. Although they spent the better part of the day in silence (between reading and kissing) the silence within the last hour before they left was tense and cold.

Harry held the door open to his car again. She thanked him graciously. “Oh... I forgot my stuff,” she realized. The distraction of his change in attitude had thrown her off again. It was hard to think straight. She meant to take it with her when they left but, in the moment, Harry had asked if she was ready to go and his voice was so flat, so devoid of inflection, she wondered if he had been replaced with someone else that looked like him.

He cleared his throat putting the car in reverse despite the predicament. “M’bringing y’back here,” he shrugged.

She frowned. “Oh.”

Tense silence ensued. Biting the inside of her lip, she wanted to be braver and reach out and grab his hand. Just like the night before and try to squeeze his fingers between hers. It felt unfair they had to leave their bubble of peace and quiet. Heading to the restaurant—especially knowing he might show up—was obviously ruining whatever was happening here between her and Harry.

He parked outside the restaurant, the sidewalk filling with people for the Saturday dinner rush. Harry scanned as quickly as he could and took a deep breath. “Do y’see him?”

She swallowed and shook her head. She knew she would know if he was there. It happened every time he was around. It was like his gaze was magnetic toward her and there was nothing like the sense of someone staring at her. “Are y’okay?” He asked. “I can take y’back t’my place.”

The thought of being alone in Harry and Niall’s house while Harry was working seemed agonizing. He wouldn’t be home until midnight—maybe later. She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head. “I’m fine,” she promised.

“Principessa,” his voice was gentle.

“You didn’t hold my hand,” she whispered. “Again.”

Harry sighed, ran a hand over his face and then tapped his hands on the steering wheel. “M’sorry. But...m’scared,” he admitted. “M’going t’do anything t’protect you, my love,” he promised. It felt like her heart skipped a beat at the new pet name. “But, m’really scared,” he admitted. “If something happens t’you...” he shook his head. “I feel like...like I just got you,” of course he did. He did just get her. It was barely twenty-four hours ago that he had kissed her for the first time. “There’s so much I want t’know ‘bout you. So much I want t’spend time learning and m’jus,’” he shook his head. “S’not fair.”

It wasn’t fair. Harry didn’t deserve this. He deserved easy. Deserved a girl that didn’t have a crazy loud family or a stalker. Harry deserved a pretty girl that... wasn’t her. “Nothing is going to happen to me,” she whispered. It was nice that her voice sounded more courageous than she felt.

“Principessa,” he looked at her pointedly. He reached out, cupped her face softly and skimmed his thumb along her cheek. “You are deflecting,” he said knowingly, a sad smirk on the corner of his mouth. “Trying t’get me not t’worry ‘bout you.”

It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. She did it implicitly without even her brain acknowledging it. She looked at her lap even though Harry still held the side of her face to keep her from moving. “You...you don’t need to.”

“M’always going t’worry ‘bout you, Principessa,” it sounded like a promise.

No one ever worried about her. Except maybe Eleanor—but mostly about the stalker and not much else. Not in a bad way, Eleanor just knew she was okay aside from that . But Mom and Dad depended on her for everything. Growing up she did way more than was expected of her. Carrying a weight on her shoulders that she didn’t know she could hold. James and Emma did the same thing. They didn’t even mean to, it just happened. She didn’t need to be worried about by other people. She was the worrier. Like it was her job. We don’t need to worry about her. She’s lovely. Every parent-teacher conference. Every guidance counselor. Every supervisor or boss. No one ever worried about her.

But here was Harry.

The emotion in her throat felt like it was tying her vocal cords together. She nodded silently. “Okay,” she whispered.

“What do y’want t’do?” He asked softly. He could see something wracking her brain. Something making her spin out internally. He wanted to read her mind more than he wanted anything in the world. Wanted to know what she was trying to keep from him.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. That was probably as close as he could possibly get to reading her mind.

“Okay,” he grabbed her hand with the one not holding her face. His gaze dropped to her eyes, and he applied gentle pressure to the side of her face. A reminder he wanted her to maintain the eye contact she was obviously nervous to hold. “Then m’going t’make a few decisions for you. If y’don’t like it, y’don’t have t’do it, alright?” She nodded. She wasn’t sure anyone in her life had ever given her direction before. It felt weird just imagining. Always the decision maker, always a leader, never a follower. “I’d like y’to hang in the kitchen. Y’can work or whatever. M’sure there’s stuff t’do. When we’re done, I want you t’come home with me again,” he scanned her face for anything that might upset her. “S’that sound alright?”

She nodded silently. It did sound nice. “Can...can I check a couple things I didn’t get yesterday?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “M’not...” he sighed. “M’not ordering you that y’have t’do this. M’jus’ trying t’make this easier on me and you,” his voice was gentle, of course it was. She nodded.

“I know, I appreciate it,” sincerity thick in her voice.

“One last thing,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

She pulled back, away from his mouth so she could look up at him expectantly and he smiled, the first real smile since his demeanor changed with the thought of heading back to work, her apartment, and essentially, the scene of the crime. “If y’want t’hold m’hand, you jus’ have t’reach out and grab it, Principessa. M’all yours,” he promised and kissed her forehead again before dropping her hand and her face to exit the car.

When there was a lull, she told Harry she was going to head upstairs and check on a few things. He responded with a half-smile. It was so sexy it made a shock short through her. Her hands smelled like garlic from peeling cloves of it and her eyes kept watering from chopping shallots, so she knew her mascara was smudged. But Harry was looking at her as if she was made out of Christmas lights, sunsets, flowers, and anything else that was beautiful.

“Principessa,” he said quickly stepping away from the flutter of activity of the main part of the kitchen. “You’re sure he’s not here?” He asked again.

She nodded. “I’m sure,” she promised. “I wouldn’t...I wouldn’t go up there alone if he was.”

“Okay,” he pecked her cheek. “Jus’ call if there’s a problem, yeah?”

She smiled assuredly. “Of course.”

She headed to the front of the restaurant, sidestepping the waiting customers and realized her car still wasn’t there. In her hot kisses and time spent with Harry, she forgot completely that her car was still at the shop. Nonetheless, she went to her mailbox—blended in with the other businesses nearby and unlocked it with a small key. The complaints of the wait were minimal—even in the February degree temperatures. “There’s a really hot chef here,” a girl about her age muttered to her friend.

She smirked excited to tell Harry about the compliment. Fortunately, the alleyway still wasn’t creepy. Neither was the stairwell to her apartment. Both miracles because she was a little worried that might happen and another reason why she wanted to get the mail before heading down the small space. Everything in her apartment was in the very same place.

She sighed and sat on her couch with the pile of mail. Since most of her important mail was online, she didn’t really go to the mailbox all that often. She grabbed a notepad of paper she had been using interchangeably for a grocery list and to do list. She pulled the top layer off which read eggs, milk, bread, standard things she always needed. The grocery list went on her coffee table, and she started scribbling a second list. Chores she needed to get done around here, in theory tomorrow. She was pretty sure she could convince Harry to take her home earlier while he did prep work.

The car needed to be dealt with Monday—especially if she was to drive herself to work in the office on Thursday. She added a couple details about work and then sifted through the envelopes. Not much mail was delivered to the apartment. There was the standard issued fliers for the grocery store, which she set aside to clip coupons. Mostly junk mail and letters asking for donations. Her W-2 arrived—finally. It turned out that HR didn’t finalize her new address when she moved above Dolcezza. Which was a good thing in some ways, but she wanted to get her taxes done sooner rather than later—which was then added to her do list now that she had the paperwork to do it. While she went through the remaining envelopes, scanning expiration dates for coupons she might not have gotten to in time, she decided to answer her text messages she had missed.

Thanks for the help, little love. Her mom had texted. It was nice to meet Harry.

Her cheeks heated up as she slid her finger in the envelopes making piles of trash and things to add to different files. Coupons for her favorite retailers also made a significant little pile.

Always, Momma.

Thanks for the cupcakes. Emma had messaged her at about noon. Probably in the middle of the bake sale, but at the time she was making out with Harry and completely forgot to respond. She tried to remember if Emma had ever texted her thanks, ever.

No problem, Em! I'd do anything for you. She hoped she already knew that but after overhearing her talk to Harry, she wasn't so sure, and wanted to be clearer.

There were two messages from Eleanor that she would get to later, still. She didn’t need to open the thread to know she was asking for details about Harry that she wasn’t sure she was ready to answer yet. The final missed messages came from the three-person chat that included James and Ethan. It was a picture of a freshly cleaned bathroom. A candle lit and new fluffy hand towels.

Would you sleepover with me now? Ethan asked.

She rolled her eyes and snorted. James sent a vomiting emoji.

No, but I wouldn’t hate having to pee there.

Ethan answered immediately. Even after her long delay. Hot, with a heart-eye emoji.

You need help.

Quit hitting on my sister!

She honestly couldn’t wait to show Harry the messages. It was funny.

For a moment she forgot about the weekend. The craziness of it all. She was simply going through her mail, smelling the garlic and olive oil rising from the restaurant. Harry was down there waiting anxiously for her to get back, she was sure.

So, in the forgetfulness of the crazy weekend, it was a bit jarring to look at the last piece of mail she had pulled from the envelope and see herself in a picture of the little alleyway from about a week prior. Her work bag on her shoulder and a coffee cup in hand. She had stooped to pick up a package outside the entry way of the door up to her place. There was a small note behind the picture. A scrap piece of paper, really.

It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t because the writing was illegible, but because her hand was shaking while she held it, her eyes blurring with tears.

I knew I’d find you again. I missed you.

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Extreme Slime Expansion

Warning: Extreme Rapid Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario 😜

Ok I normally don’t do long form writing, but I wanted to put this somewhere lol. One of my biggest fantasies is myself being a slime girl with the ability to pump up humans with my slime. I’m not into NC so only if willing, but I’d wanna pump up a skinny girl hundreds and hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes, and then some 🤤

I’d start by thickening her up all around, watching her skinny thighs fill out, her rear showing more definition, her breasts slowly becoming fuller and rounder, the rest of her body developing a layer of supple fat. My slime works as a biological imitator, so my cells instantly mutate to whatever host cells I want to replicate. In other words, her body is genuinely gaining all of this weight, and I can mold her in any way I want

First I’d concentrate my slime straight to her lower half. Rapidly her hips widen, her thighs thicken, her cheeks swell with pounds and pounds of fat and flesh, and her skin keeps up the pace, the volume and surface area of her ass increase exponentially. I push her up against the mirror so she can see how bottom heavy she’s becoming, going from “thick” to “bbw pear” to “cartoon mom” and beyond, dense fat packed into her hips and thighs and enormous cheeks

Next I’d focus on her belly, slime pumping into her pound after pound until her gut sprawls out before her, love handles turning into dense fat rolls, belly button swelling up on all sides and getting deep. I grab her hanging belly as it sags lower and jiggle it around. Still though it’s stuffed so full of fat and adipose that it extends out straight in front of her, and she moans feeling the vibrations jiggle through hundreds of pounds of new tissue across her body

Suddenly her boobs explode outward in size as I finally concentrate my full power on them, surging with glutted fat and newfound breast tissue. Rivers of slime can be heard forcibly gushing their way into the now ocean of titmeat. Of course I have to force a ton of slime into her nipples as well, swelling them up huge and hard, the size of an average girl’s dildo. Each boob rolls to the side of her gut, still riding as firm on her chest as possible at this size

As she blows through the entire alphabet of bra sizes and into the unknown, I can’t help but squeeze a few dozen collective pounds into fattening her fupa and entire vulva, giving her a wobbling, gravid pussy bigger than her head, and a clit bigger than a soup bowl

She must be, what, 600-700 pounds now? I can only imagine the mixture of fear and excitement she’d be feeling, knowing she let me make her as big as I wanted. Surely we must be done right? She can’t even see the mirror anymore! Little does she know we’re just getting started…

I broadened my slime flow to the rest of her body and begin pumping. Her only request was to maintain some semblance of mobility, and I planned to happily oblige.

Too much weight to carry? Slime poured into her muscles to beef them up, and she modifies her stance to accommodate the enormous amount of new muscle needed to keep her mountainous ass cheeks lofty and firm, to keep her legs from buckling under the sheer weight. Not enough structural integrity? Slime reinforces her bones, strengthens her joints and ligaments, adding even more fat and skin in the right places to maintain balance. Heart going to stop from pure insane obesity? The chambers of her heart suck up my slime like a sponge, becoming like biological steel. I’ll shape and mold her body in any way necessary to maintain every bodily function, maintain some human resemblance…. All so she can take more.

More fat. More slime. MORE.

I finally realize that she’s going to need more height and a larger frame overall or else the laws of physics will catch up with us, and so the massive pile of woman begins growing up as well as out in every direction.

Awww but now she’s not visibly getting much bigger! 20 pounds a second looks like nothing on her, and that’s no fun 😏 So I take a deep breath, enter her every remaining orifice, and make one final push

*GLUUUUUURGLRGLRGLRGLRG*

Her body sounds like a fire hydrant in reverse as hundreds of gallons of slime force there way into her mountainous form, instantly turning into flesh and bone and fat. Soooo much fat.

Finally I stop when I hit that magical number- 2000lbs. I can’t wait to tease her, “you literally weigh a ton, you’re literally as big as an elephant, it might take some getting used to, but you can walk waddle short distances!”

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. This gigantic blob of a once skinny woman had me drooling over her every roll and curve. I was particularly proud of her gargantuan ass cheeks that were each the size of a refrigerator, and yet miraculously didn’t touch the ground, instead perpetually wobbling and jiggling acting as a counterweight to the insane amount of flesh forced into her boobs, belly, and pussy.

“MMMMMMMMMM” I heard her moan as she tried to lean forward to rest on her boulder of a belly, “I’m soooooo hungryyyyyy”

I stood behind her, admiring that I could now see her enormous blubbery vulva, glistening and dripping as a testament to how horny and sensitive I’d made her

“Me too babe, me too 🥵🤤😋”

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Will Oklahoma Call Animal Control on Students?

This article was originally posted to the Otherkin News blog on Dreamwidth.

Content warnings: Rated G. Sexism against transgender people. Adults who cause danger or distress for children by outing them as transgender or showing them animal bloodsports.

Summary: In 2023, Republicans in the US began to propose laws (bills) that would be against furries or people who identify as animals. They continue to do so in 2024. The first two such bills of this year are Oklahoma House Bill 3084 (OK HB 3084) and Mississippi House Bill 176 (MS HB 176). Read on for information about these bills from this and last year, the urban legend that inspired them, what may happen next, and what you can do. This five page article (plus references) is a twelve minute read.

Humphrey’s anti-furry bill in Oklahoma

Republican Representative Justin Humphrey (he/him) specializes in writing bills that are intentionally bizarre so they will attract attention, and then cleaning them up later so that they will pass into law. On December 6, he wrote OK HB 3084, as its only sponsor. He prefiled it on January 17. It was introduced for its first reading on February 5. Here is the bill on Oklahoma’s official site, and on the third-party site Legiscan. It proposes a new law, which would read in full:

“Students who purport to be an imaginary animal or animal species, or who engage in anthropomorphic behavior commonly referred to as furries at school shall not be allowed to participate in school curriculum or activities. The parent or guardian of a student in violation of this section shall pick the student up from the school, or animal control services shall be contacted to remove the student.”

In Humphrey’s interview with Rolling Stone about this, he specifically said that he wrote the furry bill in response to having heard about students using litter boxes in school. The Stone pointed out that that’s an urban legend that never happened at all, but he thinks it’s happened sometimes, if not widespread. He said that “furry” is the common name for a “mental illness” and “sexual habit,” and that there’s an “actual psychological term” for it, which he didn’t say because he found it “very, very difficult to pronounce” (Ehrlich, 2024).

He probably was referring to “anthropomorphic behavior,” which he wrote in his bill text. That isn’t a psychological term or a mental illness, it’s about cartoon characters. The furry fandom uses “anthropomorphic animals” as a synonym for furries, fictional talking animal characters. “Anthropomorphic” often gets misused to mean “animal-like,” but its literal meaning is “human-like.” Humphrey’s wording would suffice to expel all students from a school: kids who act like animals and kids who act like humans. He likely based his bill on last year’s dead Oklahoma Senate Bill 943, which he didn’t write, but which also used the word.

Humphrey’s bill is the first that says to call animal control on furries. Would they refuse to pick up a student, or could this really cause students to be arrested and detained? Animal control is dictated by the local government (Bradshaw and Vankavage). Sometimes it may be outsourced to contractors who wouldn’t respond to this bizarre request, but in many cases it’s managed by local law enforcement. For example, one Oklahoman city ordinance says that all its animal control officers who are not already part of law enforcement “possess all authority of a police officer of the city for enforcing these animal regulations” (Vinita city code 2005 5-3-19). Humphrey explained that this part is a joke that he doesn’t intend to stick to, though, saying,

“if you want to treat these people as actual animals, you call animal control. I’ll be happy to rewrite the language [to replace ‘animal control’ with mental health professionals]. But right now, I put that in there to make the point. A sarcastic point” (Erhlich, 2024).

(Bracketed text in original.) Introducing a bill with an absurd part and then deleting or altering it to let it pass is a tactic that we see in one of last year’s bills, and it’s a favorite tactic of Humphrey’s.

The day after Humphrey filed his furry bill, he called it his “crazy” bill, saying, “I’ve laughed and said, well, we ought to neuter them and vaccinate them and send them to the pound." KOCO News reported, “Humphrey said although it may not become law, he wants to bring attention to what he called a problem” (Jones, 2024). Perhaps, like the urban legend that inspired it, the bill’s purpose is to attract attention by being intentionally absurd. It makes up a guy to get mad at: it describes an invented situation that has never happened, then recommends penalties for that imaginary situation, and those penalties themselves are something that may not be realistically carried out, or which would have absurdly high-stakes consequences. Humphrey’s furry bill doesn’t mention transgender people, but he wrote it in reference to an urban legend that parodies transgender people. Humphrey has also made many public remarks against transgender people, and he has supported anti-transgender bills (Murphy, 2021).

Other Representatives believe he may have intended for the absurdity of his furry bill to distract attention from more serious bills. On the same day that he prefiled this, he also filed a racially discriminatory bill about Oklahomans of Hispanic descent, House Bill 3133 (Jones, 2024).

Part of Humphrey’s amusement here is that he has a beef with animal control. In addition to his hostilities toward LGBTQ people, one of his long-term goals is to reduce the legal penalties for cockfighting from felony to misdemeanor. Throughout the US, this blood sport is illegal, and it is a federal crime to bring a child under age sixteen to any animal fighting events (Humane Society). Humphrey approves of allowing children there, saying, “You’re dang skippy I’ll take my kid to a chicken fighting before I’m gonna take them to see a drag queen” (Leigh, 2023).

This year’s anti-transgender and anti-furry bill in Mississippi

Introduced on January 17, MS HB 176 would require schools to out transgender students to parents, and to allow faculty to not accommodate any student who

“identif[ies] at school as a gender or pronoun that does not align with the child's sex on their birth certificate, other official records, sex assigned at birth, or identifying as an animal species, extraterrestrial being or inanimate object.”

As the nonprofit journalism site Mississippi Free Press noted, “There are no known incidents of Mississippi schoolchildren identifying as aliens or inanimate objects, but the idea of children identifying as animals may stem from an unsubstantiated urban myth about litter boxes that spread among Republican officials in recent years” (Harrison, 2024). Here is the bill on Mississippi’s official site, and on the third-party site Legiscan. The bill’s seven authors are all Republican Representatives: Charles “Chuck” Blackwell (main author), William Arnold, Randy Boyd, Larry Byrd, Dan Eubanks, Jimmy Fondren, and Donnie Scoggin. In the same month, Blackwell also sponsored the bill MS HB 303 (about digital currencies) and co-sponsored the bill MS HR 17 (for deporting undocumented immigrants back to Mexico) (TrackBill).

An overview of last year’s anti-furry bills

Important background for what’s happening is that last year in the US, sexists introduced more than five hundred bills to limit the rights of transgender people (Reed, 2023). Four of those were also against furries or people who identify as animals. They were mainly against the rights of transgender students, and also opposed “a student's perception of being any animal species other than human” (North Dakota House Bill 1522) or “anthropomorphic behavior commonly referred to as furries” (Oklahoma Senate Bill 943).

The text of the third, Indiana Statehouse Bill 380, only talked about dress codes and “disruptive behavior.” Later, this was amended to say “distractive behavior.” However, its writer said that it was to prevent “imitating or were behaving like a furry” (Herron, 2023). The bill’s unspoken real aim was to prevent transgender students from dressing as their gender.

The fourth was a proposed amendment to Montana Senate Bill 544. It would have changed this internet censorship bill to also censor “acts of transgenderism,” which it defines as “a person being in the mental state of believing the person is transgender or transspecies” (Scribner, Shepard, and Sol, 2023). The word “transgenderism” is a dogwhistle used by people who oppose transgender rights. “Transspecies” is not typically thought of as a subset of it.

By the end of 2023, what came of those four bills? The line about animals was later deleted from the North Dakota bill, though it was still anti-transgender (Scribner, March 14, 2023). It passed on May 18, becoming law that will oppose the rights of transgender students. Last year’s Oklahoma bill died in committee. The Indiana bill passed on May 4, and will prohibit “distractive behavior” in schools. The Montana bill passed on May 19, and it’s still a clumsy plan for internet censorship, but the final text did not use the amendment that talked about transgender or transspecies (Legiscan). So far, no laws have passed with texts that mention anything along the lines of furries or identifying as nonhuman.

What are anti-furry bills really about?

These bills happened because of an urban legend. In parody of transgender students, Republicans made up a story that schools have litter boxes for students who identify as cats. Fact-checking site Snopes has been debunking this legend (Palma), as has Reuters Fact Check. This panel by a historian gives very detailed information about the legend’s development (Chimeras, 2022). Republicans imply through this legend that letting transgender students use the restroom that matches their gender identity would be as ridiculous as giving litter boxes to students who identify as animals.

What are the facts about people who identify as animals, if any exist? Surveys of the furry fandom show that most people who call themselves furries do not identify as animals (Plante et al, 2016, pp. 113-114). However, there are real people who sincerely identify as animals or nonhuman beings. Many call themselves therianthropes or otherkin (Scribner, 2023, “Simple introduction”). Sexists use the word “transspecies” to parody transgender people. However, a few transgender people call a nonhuman aspect of themselves transspecies (Chimeras, 2021). None of them did the things in schools that the urban legend says, so the legend isn’t true, and the legend wasn’t created in response to them. The threatening intent of the legend and bills is toward transgender people, but could cause trouble for furries and people who identify as animals.

Are there people who think of their gender identity as something nonhuman, and is that based on or part of the concept of being transgender? Transgender people who don’t feel they are a woman or man only or all the time have a nonbinary gender. Some people feel so different from a woman or man that they say their gender is something other than human. Since 2014, some call themselves xenogender, meaning “alien gender.” This can be a metaphor for something difficult to put into words, and they do not necessarily think of themselves as literally nonhuman, though some do. Surveys show that most nonbinary people define their gender in relation to being a woman or man; only 1.7% of nonbinary people call themselves xenogender or a variation on that word, and no other xenogender identity comes close to common (Gender Census, 2023). However, identifying as nonhuman is not inherently a form of being transgender, and was not developed based on the concept of being transgender.

What happens next for Humphrey’s anti-furry bill?

On February 5 and 6, it had its first and second readings, and it was referred to the House Rules Committee to read it next. That Committee has seven Republicans and two Democrats (State of Oklahoma). We’ll see if they let it die the same as last year’s Oklahoma bill, or if they vote for it to progress toward passing in some form. Remember the aforementioned interview where Humphrey said he doesn’t expect it to pass. Its purpose is to make “a sarcastic point” and attract attention away from other bills.

What happens next for the Mississippi bill?

The day it was introduced, MS HB 176 was referred to the Mississippi House Education Committee and still waits for them to vote on it. Given that the Committee has a majority of Republicans (according to its government site and legislation tracking site, BillTracker.com), and the bill’s similarity to the North Dakota bill that passed last year with the portion about non-humans deleted, they’re likely to pass this bill in some form. The director of the Mississippi branch of the Human Rights Campaign, Rob Hill (he/him), said,

“We’ve not seen this kind of bill in Mississippi before, and we hope that our leaders will resist another effort to stigmatize and isolate transgender and nonbinary youth and their peers [...] This is a very dangerous bill. It’s dangerous for the lives of youth … and it further perpetuates Mississippi’s image of being a place of discrimination” (Harrison, 2024).

What can you do?

Page Shepard (they/he), House of Chimeras (they/them), and I presented a panel about the bills last August. In the recording of our panel, skip to the timestamp 23:44 to hear what ordinary people can do about bad bills. In the written script of our lecture, see Slides 21 through 25.

About the author of this article

I’m Orion Scribner (they/them), and I’ve been writing and researching as an alterhuman community historian for more than ten years. I’m a moderator on Otherkin News, a volunteer-run blog about current events relevant to the alterhuman communities. My partner N. Noel Sol (she/her) did some editing in this document, especially in regard to animal control. Thanks for proofreading by my partner system the House of Chimeras (they/them), and my colleague Xylanth (it/its). I never write articles with the assistance of procedural generation or so-called artificial intelligence (AI), and that type of content isn’t allowed on Otherkin News.

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Bradshaw, A. and L. Vankavage. “The Role of Local Government in Animal Control.” Humane Animal Control. https://resources.bestfriends.org/sites/default/files/inline-files/Chapter%202_Role%20of%20Local%20Government%20in%20Animal%20Control.pdf?bG9ehcLSrIR08a1N_X1wbpYDzgy8_orb

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Herron, Arika (Jan. 26, 2023). "Indiana lawmaker targets furries in schools. Schools say there's no problem." IndyStar. https://www.indystar.com/story/news/politics/2023/01/26/indiana-statehouse-bill-targets-furries-schools-say-no-problem/69840839007/ Archived Jan. 26, 2023. https://web.archive.org/web/20230126101035/https://eu.indystar.com/story/news/politics/2023/01/26/indiana-statehouse-bill-targets-furries-schools-say-no-problem/69840839007/

Humane Society Legislative Fund (February 4, 2014). “Farm Bill Strengthens Animal Fighting Law, Maintains State Farm Animal Protection Laws.” The Humane Society of the United States. https://web.archive.org/web/20141025151239/http://www.humanesociety.org/news/news_briefs/2014/02/farm_bill_passed_020414.html

Legiscan, IN SB 380. https://legiscan.com/IN/bill/SB0380/2023

Legiscan, MT SB 544. https://legiscan.com/MT/bill/SB544/2023

Legiscan, MS HB 176. https://legiscan.com/MS/bill/HB176/2024

Legiscan, ND HB 1522. https://legiscan.com/ND/bill/HB1522/2023

Legiscan, OK HB 3084. https://legiscan.com/OK/bill/HB3084/2024

Legiscan, OK SB 943. https://legiscan.com/OK/bill/SB943/2023

Leigh, Sunny (April 15, 2023). "Bill to reduce penalties for animal fighting shut down in Oklahoma Senate". KTUL. https://ktul.com/news/local/bill-to-reduce-penalties-for-animal-fighting-shut-down-in-oklahoma-senate-cockfighting-chicken-fighting-dogfighting-humphrey-kunzweiler-humane-society-animal-wellness-gamefowl-lawmakers Content warning for animal cruelty. This article goes into some detail about the more criminal and violent extremes of animal fighting.

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Murphy, Sean (15 April 2021). "GOP Oklahoma lawmaker criticized for transgender comments". AP. https://apnews.com/article/legislature-oklahoma-bills-oklahoma-city-5db54da2949c3398d3fc7c53714bdc36

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Plante, C., S. Reysen, S. Roberts, and K. Gerbasi (2016). FurScience! A summary of five years of research from the International Anthropomorphic Research Project. FurScience: Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. ISBN: 978-0-9976288-0-7. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/304540208_FurScience_A_summary_of_five_years_of_research_from_the_International_Anthropomorphic_Research_Project The relevant section of the book is also on the project’s official web page here: https://furscience.com/research-findings/therians/7-2-animal-identification/

Reed, Erin (December 30, 2023). “Erin's 2024 Anti-Trans Legislative Risk Map.” Erin in the Morning. https://www.erininthemorning.com/p/erins-2024-anti-trans-legislative

Reuters Fact Check (October 18, 2022). “Fact Check-No evidence of schools accommodating ‘furries’ with litter boxes.” https://www.reuters.com/article/factcheck-furries-rogan-litterbox-idUSL1N31J1KT Archived February 13, 2023. https://web.archive.org/web/20230213110524/https://www.reuters.com/article/factcheck-furries-rogan-litterbox-idUSL1N31J1KT

Scribner, O. (March 14, 2023). “A formerly anti-alterhuman but still anti-transgender bill will be heard Wednesday.” https://otherkinnews.dreamwidth.org/88744.html

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„Nobody leaves this room until we’ve found my ring!“

Oh, great. Ava needs to be at the other end of the campus for her next class in fifteen minutes.

„Is he serious right now? It’s not our fault he lost his stuff.“ Doug, one of the other students dramatically rolled his eyes.

„Oh come on, have some sympathy. It’s probably antique and ridiculously expensive. Just help him find it and we can all be on our way.“

Just five minutes ago Ava was listening to Professor Gadlings lecture about early modern drama when he noticed the lack of his ring. One of the braver students had once asked him about his kind of uncharacteristically flashy ring he was sporting on his left hand.

The professor was known on campus as a very down-to-earth guy, almost suspiciously normal. Wearing cozy and practical clothes he always gave off the impression of a perfect son-in-law. In Ava’s opinion there was still a kind of mysterious aura about him but she never managed to put it into words. Not too much was known about him despite his cheery and social behavior.

It all added to his attractiveness. If one was into middle aged history professors…so basically at least half of the class had a crush on Mister Gadling and Ava surely was a leading member of the unofficial Dr. Robert Gadling fan club. For academic purposes only, of course.

That particular ring however didn’t seem like something the man would buy for himself. It was gold, beautifully carved and had a massive ruby embedded in the center of it.

It was just a touch too flamboyant for their professor that there had to be a story behind it.

But all he would give them as an answer was a sly smile and a cryptic comment about „how Shakespeare would die of jealousy if he could see him now.“

Said ring was now missing. When Gadling noticed his bare finger all hell broke loose.

Running his hands frantically through his hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail only to undo it seconds later. Crawling under his cluttered desk and painfully bumping his head in the process.

For a minute or two it was admittedly funny to watch the man sweat but now Ava just felt sorry for him. If she’d own such an obviously expensive piece of jewellery she would freak out too. Maybe it was an old family heirloom of some kind. The man owned all kinds of weird historic stuff, that much was for sure.

And apparently now they all had to help him find it if they wanted to leave this room anytime today.

So this is how Ava finds herself now on the surprisingly clean floors of lecture hall number five, looking for a shiny piece of metal along with her classmates.

Gadling seems to slowly but surely drift off into panic mode, spurring them on while turning every pocket of his trousers inside out, his hair sticking in every direction like one of the cartoon characters from her childhood. A mad scientist indeed.

“It has to be in this room! Keep looking! I can’t go home without it…and believe me when I say we’re all going to have a terrible night of disturbing dreams if we don’t manage to find it!” What is that supposed to mean, please?

Just as he’s about to flip his desk - yes, the very heavy and very antique looking desk - an unfamiliar voice breaks the chaotic atmosphere.

“Are you looking for something specific, professor? You seem quite distressed.”

And if Mister Gadling appeared ‘distressed’ before he’s outright shocked now.

In front of the old oak door leading into freedom - Ava can’t wait to finally leave this madhouse - stands the most gorgeous and posh looking goth prince she’s ever seen. Damn, those cheekbones alone are to die for, but his voice…dark, soothing, absolutely mesmerizing. The man looks regal even in a place that is anything but. That long flowing coat is a bit much though.

“Oh. You. Are here.” What happened to her eloquent professor?

“Indeed I am, Hob.” Hob? What kind of nickname is that?

“I mean why? Why exactly are you here? It’s just that you never visited before.”

Ava crawls back from under her chair to not miss a minute of whatever the hell this is.

She swears that Gadling - Hob, she remembers - starts to blush like a shy school girl. Who is that man that makes her professor lose his cool?

Meanwhile the rest of the classroom stopped the search for the ring, instead staring without shame at the play in front of them.

“My duties prevented me from visiting one of your lectures. I apologize for that. But you missed something of great value this morning. I thought you might want it back.”

And with that emo king (Ava really needs to find out that man’s name) calmly walks towards her professor, completely unaffected by his nosy audience.

Once he reaches the other man he gently takes his hand, opens it … and places a ring into his palm. Not just any ring, no.

The ring that “definitely has to be in this room”, as Ava recalls professor Gadlings voice. So much for that.

The stranger looks clearly amused at mister Gadlings obvious embarrassment.

“You left it next to the sink after washing the dishes. Then you realized how late you were and forgot to put it back on. I had to stop Matthew from hiding it under his pillow.”

Did Gadling have a cat? That man would surely get a cat and name it Matthew.

Gadling looks as relieved as he looks stressed by now.

“Thank you. I may have overreacted a bit.”

More than a few students agree on that but are too smart to make a comment.

That dark dream of a man fondly tucks a strand of hair behind their professors ear and wow, what’s happening? Ava tries to be as silent as possible to not ruin this moment. Her friends will never believe her.

Apparently Gadling finally found his voice again.

“You came all this way just to…”

“To take your wedding ring where it belongs, husband.”

And with that he places an almost chaste kiss on the other man’s lips and abruptly turns around to leave the - absolutely stunned and silent - room. Everyone is openly staring at poor mister Gadling now. Ava is pretty sure she saw one of the younger students filming or at least taking a picture of the whole thing. She’ll have to ask for evidence.

“Okay listen. None of this ever happened. You saw and heard nothing. Thank you for your help. Goodbye.”

Gadling quickly dismisses his students and almost flees the lecture hall.

Days later Ava still isn’t sure she witnessed a very elaborate fever dream

#I just love to embarrass hob #and I know Matthew isn’t a magpie but the idea of him stealing shiny stuff from dream didn’t leave me alone #he’s a little shit and I love him #hob is also the hottest prof on campus and dream is fed up with all the students dreaming about marrying HIS husband #dream of the endless #the sandman #hob gadling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling #my 2 am writing

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A shower thought I have because of the current sumeru event and the hexagon polycule (I haven't started playing it yet) :

All the participants trying 90000% harder not only to win, but also to impress you while Layla and Faruzan are just

"🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️pls don't hurt us"

Wanderer also ofc wants to impress and win but his ego took a heavy blow after being listed in as "Hat Guy"

Alhaitham can't really participate but that won't stop him from making snarky remarks over them ( *cough cough* Kaveh and Cyno * cough cough*)

I was waiting for this event like a kid for their favorite cartoon show to air no kidding and it DID NOT disappoint<33 (I want either Kaveh or Layla to win so bad ☹️) And by the laws, brainrot is unavoidable :)

spoilers under the cut! [ au masterlist ]

I was thinking about Reader being chosen as one of the Commentators for extra spice actually— imagine how much harder the boys work to get your approval, this is the moment they get to show off, after all. No one can question it, you have abundant knowledge and capability from your travels, are eloquent with words, well acquainted with every contestant and can generally keep everything in euphony ; Nahida didn't even find any room for a contrary opinion as Alhaitham and Hat Guy brought these points forth (separately) so matter of factly. Having you there will just make this even a little (no, a lot) bearable for them, is all.

Faruzan is amused to a degree, ho, youngsters these can be so passionate! Though there slowly forms a concern for your future as she realizes that their efforts aren't just simple courting tactics. Layla's just... scared. She may or may not have accidentally looked through your constellation and it may or may not have traumatized her a little.

The fact that Kaveh wants to buy a place for himself with the prize money?? *chefs kiss* The architect has come to the realization that he needs to iron his backbone if he's to court you officially, he needs to show you that he can achieve way more than that insufferable cabbage (soon to not be) roommate of his. And when Kaveh is serious about something, you better know you're not going to have it easy anymore.

Tighnari is such a showoff in the first round, creating that butterfly show not only to catch potential students but to impress you knowing you have an affinity for pretty things. He didn't entirely lose in the second round either, as you rushed to take care of him, he savored all that attention more than the water he passed out without :/

Cyno is, well, ... Cyno. Don't get him wrong, he most definitely wants your praises and he does get them in the second round. On a side note, based on the Biryani factor joke he made I have a new headcannon that Cyno regularly tells you food puns — now whether you enjoy them is purely up to you :)

Though, things with him really get interesting in the final round as Wanderer takes him head on (or I'm assuming something similar since it's not out yet). Even the densest person can tell they're ready to tear each other limb from limb here, but honestly, who has the guts to stop these two? Not like you aren't mildly entertained by their duel either.

You're surprised when you heard that Wanderer was taking part, you recovered quickly though ; squeezing him affectionately like you usually do and even jokingly adding what else he was doing behind your back (not missing the way he tensed up). Whatever his true motives are, it's apparent he's determined to prove something to you. He's trying to better himself, alright. But old habits die hard, how can these mortals even compare to him? If he can (and he will) establish the fact that he's obviously the superior choice —to you only, of course as he doesn't give a crap about what others think— then taking that dent to his pride will be worth it.

Alhaitham is the saltiest version of himself throughout the whole event (Nilou's sweating bullets throughout the whole time). Most of the actual commentary is done by you and Nilou as he just occasionally quips in to add a snarky remark or to do announcements. Doesn't waste a breath fleeing from the venue when a round ends and even whisks you along with him. At one point though, he asks who you support the utmost among the participants (no, ‘everyone’ isn't an acceptable answer), purposefully when they're gathered together. You aren't dumb, you know that despite the tone in which he delivered it, this is the pinnacle of this competition for everyone. If he was just fanning the flames before, he's poured out an entire barrel of gasoline in it now.

Oh, we cannot forget the Traveller and Paimon who are actually doing their job just...deadpanning by the sidelines as everything unfolds :>

(also, you're going on a date with dehya and candace sooner or later, no questions asked.)

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about indigenous languages and racism

because of what happened on the qsmp with fitmc, i think it's important to talk about why it's racist and deeply harmful to mock indigenous languages.

language in indigenous culture is very important. it's how we connect to our history and stories and it's always been targeted by colonizers as something to stamp out. indigenous languages were considered 'primitive' and gibberish. they were mocked with nonsense words, much like fitmc did. they were considered less than.

residential schools forced native kids to learn english (or french) and gave them english names. they weren't allowed to speak their language or they would be punished. i need to be very clear that children died in these schools. this isn't something minor. teaching children in indigenous languages was outlawed in canada until 1996. it was outlawed in the usa until 1990. it was literally illegal to speak and teach indigenous languages.

and it wasn't just in the us or canada either. it was also against the law to speak indigenous languages in colonized parts of africa. it wasn't legal to teach afrikaans until 1920 though disparity and apartheid hindered this.

fitmc speaking gibberish meant to mock native languages to a racist caricature of indigenous people is racist, whether he meant it to be or not, and excusing it with 'it was a cartoon reference' with no actual apology isn't okay.

i would deeply appreciate people reblogging this. miigwech.

#FitMC #qsmp #native issues #quackity smp

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glad to meetcha. my name's chai and I'm just your friendly, yet angry, neighborhood homie. my pronouns are it/that, I am an experience. I'm forever 23 until I decide it's my time to age up. I've been manifestin' my whole life, but have consciously been manifestin' for a good few years now, and only recently have i decided to get serious about it and live life in creative mode as intended. i am a law of assumption fiend and stand by that. also, i'm a major nerd when it comes to anime, cartoons, and anything animated in general. no, i promise i'm not a disney adult.

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i make shit posts, post about ways to interact with yourself on a subconscious level, post about my own personal void journey, and sometimes like to rant. i am not a strictly void based blog. before anyone sends me asks about what they can and cannot manifest— imma answer ya right now, the answer is yes ya can have whatever ya want, even the unbelievable shit like magical powers and monster sps (don't judge me). if ya can think about it, then ya can literally have it. there's no limitations, for real.

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currently, I've been on a new void journey using psych-k consistently, as well as using psych-k to change my own limitin' beliefs about myself and my perceived limitations that should have never existed in the first place but were put in place by society and those around me. i want nothin' more than to help others become the best they can be. however, i am exceedingly blunt and can be mean on accident or on purpose, sugarcoatin' shit is just not my thing. you've been warned if ya choose to interact with me.

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psych-k, affirming on a deeper level

muscle testing yourself & others

dear subconscious...

got questions about psych-k? read this before sending in an ask.

did your ask not get answered? this might be the reason why.

building a manifestation foundation

using code words for manifestation

more posts to come!

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void 'n victory

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how do i know if i have resistance?

explaining psych-k in portuguese.

when did i first learn about psych-k?

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benk625-blog · 2 years

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The New Gods

“I vote against Contact.” Nordrix said with a heavy sigh.

“This is unprecedented.” Andrynn sputtered. “In all my years of surveying unaligned civilizations. I’ve never heard a concern from Cultural Studies. Economics and Warfare tend to quash admittance to the Interstellar Union.”

“I am aware.” Nordrix replied. “I did not come to this conclusion easily or lightly. My full and thorough report will be available soon.”

“Can you summarize for the committee?” Asked Gr’chykk of Warfare. “These deathworlders would formidable foes to the IU. If First Contact is handled properly, they could instead become our allies.”

“First Contact is inevitable.” Hypool of Science added. “They are on the verge of developing FTL transport and communication.”

“In my full report I strongly argue for Interdiction.” Nordrix answered. He wished they would just read the report. Confrontation made him uncomfortable.

“Unacceptable!” Screeched Smathley of Economics “I have never seen such a potential for mutually beneficial trade. I demand a preliminary summary this instant.”

It was unavoidable now. Nordrix was prepared for this demand. He stood up and prepared his files and notes to be displayed to the Contact committee. It would have to be a convincing argument and be made succinctly.

“My area of expertise is comparative religion. Specifically, I analyze cultures through the lens of what abstract concepts they deify. Certain motifs are repeated in each and every member culture in the IU. Gods of warfare, natural cycles and bountiful harvest are universal. This is apparent to most people without the academic knowledge I hold. May I assume that as given?” His colleagues agreed.

“Humans have an archetype previously unknown in the IU. They call this god-type ‘The Trickster.’ It occurs through out the cultures of this planet. The Trickster is hall marked by cleverness, deception and transgression of the taboo. So far, I have not discovered a major religion that centralizes this figure. Despite that, I have found that Trickster behavior is endemic to human society.

“If humans were to enter the Interstellar Union, they would unleash chaos and anarchy on our society. The number of words and phrases they have dedicated to untruths are staggering. It is routinely accepted that contracts will be voided, treaties broken and objective facts can be ignored.

“Culturally normative behavior is a paradox to them. It is expected that during their maturity that youths will violate customs, taboos and laws. As human adults attain maturity, they will begin to enforce the social values they ignored only a few years previous. When they become elders, they will mourn a false past that exists only in their imagination.

“Worst of all, they constantly improve on these techniques. If a human practices deception with innovation and novelty, they will usually do not face consequences. Legal systems seem designed to malfunction in this exact way. Social approval is similarly fickle. There is absolutely no standard for when a behavior is praised, normalized, politely ignored, forbidden or condemned.

“Here are some specific exam-“ Nordrix stopped talking as the audio-visual broadcast system seemed to go haywire. A rapid series of painted images flickered, creating the illusion of movement. He knew these were called cartoons. Loud, instrumental, march music assailed the sound wave receptors of the committee. A man in a green out fit wearing a horned crown laughed. A robed woman threw a golden apple. A monkey rampaged across a banquet table eating everything in sight. Spiders, crows, raccoons and coyotes in a parade.

The last image was a grey rabbit, standing on its hind legs holding carrot in a gloved hand.

“Nyaaaaaaa, What’s up doc?”

Humans had made First Contact.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are aliens #humans are confusing #humans are silly #humans are space australians

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chihuahuawashere · 27 days

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RadioStatic!!!!

They’re doing it freaking freaking one time when Alastor was in his deer rut and defined laws of nature and accidentally got Alastor pregnant.

Alastor freaked out because what the hell he’s a make deer also you can’t get pregnant in hell! PLUS him and Vox are still in the new stages of their relationship this is their hell this is their first time having sex man how could this happen!!

Either way Alastor dips he doesn’t want to put the burden of father hood on Vox. He’s parents were in a forced marriage because none of them thought to use protection and his life with parents who live each other were terrible. Only his mother loved him and when push came to shove and he had to kill his dad. He didn’t want to do that to his child.

He was gonna do better and do what his mother should have done. He left. He didn’t say a word because he knew that if he did he would have stayed. Asked Vox to be a father and ruin his life. So at the dead of night he left their bed and when Vox woke up he was gone. Didn’t leave a note or anything.

He gave birth with his Shadow and Nifity and Rosie by his side. But to be honest he felt more alone then ever. He most definitely suffered from PPD and Husk/Rosie took over looking after the fawn most of the time when Alastor depression hit the hardest

Husk and Rosie feel into the dynamic of good cop bad cop. Rosie is really good with kids since she’s around them all the time while Husk is the voice of reason and has to be the one that says no. But on rare occasions he’ll say yes.

Since Husk was being an amazing uncle he let him get a TV inside their house. It’s big and old and the quality is shit but it’s mush more better then going to the pub and being forced to socialize only to try and watch Dance Moms. So HEY beggars can’t be choosers.

He even lets the little one come into his room once and while to watch some cartoons (obviously when Al isn’t home otherwise he thinks he’ll finally kill him). Al has a rule that all the doors in the bedroom open unless it’s night time.

Alastor had to pass Husks room in able to go downstairs and heard singing, Alastor thought husk was watching a musical and /oh/ does Alastor LOVE musicals. He stoped by the door way to see what he was watching only to find the Princess of Hell herself fighting Katie Killjoy and singing about a “Happy Hotel”.

It’s basically a place where sinners get redeemed and go to heaven. This is perfect! Alastor doesn’t believe that a sinner can get redeemed but he knows he’s daughter will! She never sinned before nor has she been given the chance to have free will as a human to even BECOME a sinner in the first place! They’ll have no choice but to take her up there!

But first he needs to see if it’s legit enough to bring hes daughter there. Let alone if the hotel is actually real. He goes to Rosie and asked if his little miracle fawn can stay with her for a while and tells her his plan.

Obviously she agrees to take her in no strings attached. Then he goes to Husk and Nifty and tells them about the plan. Nifity agrees to do it because she’ll always follow her king roach anywhere he goes and Husk has no choice BUT to agree. (He also sees the good in that little girl and wants the best for her but won’t say it)

After awhile at staying at the Hotel Husk and Nifity help him build the courage to try and talk to Vox again. Nifity Pure Pressure him into and Husk giving him tough love. He went to the tailor fist to 1) procrastinate 2) to look his up most best when he sees Vox.

Only to see him across the Tailor shop speaking absolute slander about him threw the TVs. It breaks his heart but he understands completely where all this anger is coming from, but hearing how utterly pathetic and desperate he sounds while singing he knows that Vox doesn’t hate him entirely. So he deicides to tease him a bit (stayed gone song) but once the musical number ends he breaks down crying to his radio tower.

To Be Continued

#alastor x vox #vox x alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #voxal #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #radiostatic #staticlovetune #staticradio

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eddies-house · 11 months

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So Here I Am, I’m Trying - E.M. (18+ ONLY)

Eddie x fem reader

5.5K Words

Eddie throws a few punches to defend your honor and gets caught up with the law in the process, causing you to be upset with him. He swears he would never end up like his dad however he now sees the parallels and is scared to lose you.

Warnings - physical fighting, a moment of sexual harassment, jail, PDA, smut, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, let me know if I missed any

A/N - this was literally supposed to just be smut so idk how this happened but these are my babies now 🥹 and I may want to create some lore around them, pls let me know what you think

Masterlist

Eddie getting in a fight at The Hideout just after performing with Corroded Coffin because some creepy skeezy guy had been staring at you the whole time he was on stage. He’s all sweaty, curls damp while a cut up muscle tee adorns his torso and he’s wearing his signature ripped black jeans. Being super protective over you, you’ve always warned him against physical fights since it would only get him into further trouble and he’s always for the most part listened, usually leading you away with his arm around your waist and at the most giving whatever lowlife who was trying to talk you up a scowl. Not tonight.

Tonight, he’s watching from the stage as the band begins packing up, Gareth carrying an amp out to the back where the van is parked while the others gulp down some water. Some middle aged man with a greasy comb over and a disgusting smirk plastered on his face is eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it. He’s too close to you for Eddie’s comfort, only a barstool in between you. From across the room, time slows down as the prick has the audacity to reach over and cup your ass while still sitting at the bar. Your demeanor shifts to discomfort, wincing at the touch as a gasp escapes you—eyes bulging out of your head not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do.

Absolutely not.

Eddie is seeing red, there is no other thought in his mind other than the fact that he is going to without a doubt fuck this guy up. He’s sprinting across the bar and before you can even register it, his fist collides with the guy’s jaw and then he’s wailing on him, now on top of him on the floor, fists alternating as they make contact with the man’s face. “You think that shit’s okay?!” Knuckles pound into his nose. “Touching girls without their consent make you feel like a man?” Another blow to the cheek. “Doesn’t feel good does it!!” He screams in the man’s face, grabbing his collar before throwing another punch. You’re shouting for Eddie as he continues his assault. “Eddie, Eddie—Ed STOP!” He’s hearing none of it. And that’s when Hopper steps in, grabbing Eddie off the man and shoving him back though Eddie still attempts to lunge at the guy. “Munson!” Hopper addresses him sternly, brows knit together. “What did I tell you the last time this happened?” Hop asks, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face as if he were disciplining a dog. “Hop, this guy was being a fuckin’ creep, you can’t seriously put all the blame on me—“ “—I can when you’re the only one throwing punches.” Hopper interrupts. “M’ gonna have to take you in. You said it wouldn’t happen again yet here we are.” He says with regret in his tone, eyes showing the tiniest bit of sympathy. “You’ve gotta be shitting me, he was trying to feel up my girlfriend—I-I’m just supposed to let it happen?!” Eddie is fuming, if this were a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears. “Kid, it still doesn’t make it right and now I have to take you in. My partner will deal with this guy for now but you gotta come with me.” Hop addresses Eddie like a disappointed father.

Within minutes Eddie is being escorted out of The Hideout in handcuffs, you following closely behind. “Eddie, why would you do this?! That guy wasn’t worth it! Do you feel like a man now that you let your testosterone dictate your actions?!” Now you’re fuming, seeing your boyfriend being taken away to jail for the night because of some perv was not in the cards. Yes, the guy was a total dirtbag but now Eddie is getting punished which wasn’t a win in your book. He looks at you before he’s forced into the cop car, a smirk on his face. “Baby, I’d do it a million times over. He deserved what he got and I’ll gladly sit in jail knowing his face is busted.” You scoff at this, now you’re aggravated. Taking a step toward him and getting in his face, your eyes remain on his, burning a hole. “You’ll gladly sit in jail and leave me at home worried sick about what could happen to you in there?! Eddie, you let him win!!” Your eyes are beginning to well up now. “That perv?? You let him get to you and now I have to go home alone and hope that you don’t get into any more fights!! Cause that’s what you like to do apparently!! You like to fuckin’ fight all in the name of being a man. A stupid. Fucking. Man.” You enunciate each word, getting closer and closer to his face. Emotions are running high after everything that just occurred and maybe Eddie is a little bit riled up which leads him even further into the hole he dug himself. He laughs but there’s no humor detected. “Like my old man, huh? Guess it’s better I get started sooner than later.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, in fact it’s entirely the opposite of happy. Looking up at the night sky, the stars noticeably brighter than other nights, your face displays pure annoyance with him. “You are not making this about your dad. You made the decision to punch someone and to keep going knowing that the cops already had you on their radar because of the last time. You made that decision and if you feel like that makes you more like your dad then that’s on you.” Your words are venom to him. “But you are not going to sit there and pretend that you’re a man just because you got a few punches in.” You finish with a sniffle, sucking back the tears that had gathered on your waterline.

His big brown eyes stare at you sadly as he’s pushed further into the car, the door closing while the blue and red lights flash around you. Hopper offers a sympathetic look, his face softening toward you. “You okay?” He asks. Biting your lip to keep from sobbing, you only nod. “I-uh-I’m gonna have someone escort you home. Unfortunately the law isn’t gonna let us do anything to the other guy since we can’t prove what happened. I’m real sorry, kiddo.” He explains, bringing a hand to your shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze. Just great, the sole reason why you and Eddie are now fighting is going to get off without any kind of punishment. “If it helps, I’ll keep an eye on Ed in there. You can come collect ‘m tomorrow morning.” He reassures you. “Thank you.” You whisper.

And with that, Hopper gets into the driver's seat, Eddie looking at you through the window, much like a kicked puppy. As the car starts to slowly drive away, he mouths an ‘I love you’ and you're left standing there trying to process all that just happened. Did I have to blow up on him? You question yourself momentarily. Now you can’t stop thinking of him sitting in a jail cell by himself all night, thinking he’s the exact incarnate of his father. You didn’t mean to be so harsh with him but at the same time, his starting fights were only going to further put him in a tough spot. He had to work ten times harder because of his reputation given to him by his father at a young age. Eddie never had it easy and all you can do is cry because all he’s ever wanted was to be loved, to be truly and unconditionally loved and yet the town hated him before he could even learn to speak up for himself, creating circumstances that no kid should ever have to grow up in. And now he was in jail most likely reflecting on everything that went wrong, thinking he might’ve lost you because he was mirroring his dad’s criminal record. Eddie had been arrested before when he was younger for stupid crimes like vandalism but was always let go within a few hours, never held overnight so he had time to let his thoughts fester. Although you were still mad at him for letting himself give into his rage, you were also a nervous wreck since he’d probably be beating himself up—thinking he was like his father and anytime those thoughts stuck around, he was a mess.

You were forced to worry throughout the night, laying there with the bed void of your dear Eddie. Sleep wasn’t going to come easily while you stared into the darkness of the room just wishing tonight never happened. The air conditioner whirred as you tossed and turned, silent tears escaping your eyes. Every time you were on the brink of a light sleep, the fact that Eddie was in a cell had you stirring awake. Like the universe could read your mind, the blaring ring of the phone filled the room, causing you to sit up in alarm at the sudden noise. You stare at the phone on the nightstand for a moment trying to register who would be calling although you have the slightest idea. Scooting to the edge of the bed, you pick it up and hear steady breathing on the other end as you answer. “Hello?” The phone on the other end shuffles around for a second before you hear him. “H-hey. It’s me.” And without a doubt you know that it’s your Eddie. “Hi, Ed.” You respond, still trying to keep your guard up because what he did was not okay but you oh so badly want to just melt and tell him how you haven’t been able to sleep at the thought of him being in there. Twisting the phone cord around your fingers anxiously, you hear him inhale before continuing. “I-um—I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. It was stupid, I was stupid and I let that jerk get to me.” You’re quiet, unable to formulate a response. “And uh—the thing I said about my dad earlier, I—I don’t know—I was just pissed. I’d never in a million years want to be like him.” He sounds choked up but he’s definitely holding it all back which confirms that he’d been comparing himself to his dad all night, it was his worst nightmare. “You’re not.” You state softly. Although Eddie is in the doghouse with you right now, you think it’s right to reassure him. “I—I-I’m gonna do better, I promise.” You catch a quick sniffle on his end. “Baby, please don’t leave me. I don’t know why I let this happen, but please don’t give up on me.” His voice sounds strained like he’s doing everything he can not to cry. “You’re my rock and I don’t—I don’t deserve you. But I want to be a better man…for you.” You can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose while he stares up at the ceiling, the way he gets when he’s starting to get emotional but won’t let himself give in. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.” You speak gently. “You’re already a good man, Ed. You have your moments but you are the most loving and kind man I have ever met. You are not him.” You remind him. “Fuck.” He whispers with another sniffle. “I’m just sorry. I never wanted to put you through this, fuckin’ talking to me while I sit in jail. And all because some fuckin’ prick wanted to get handsy with you and I couldn’t just take you and walk away.” You imagine the sorrow in his face, eyebrows scrunching in frustration and a frown on his pretty lips. “Eddie, we can’t change it now. We’ll do better tomorrow, okay?” You tell him. “I’ll do better. You didn’t do anything wrong, sweets. Other than have me as your boyfriend.” He talks down on himself. “Baby. Stop. I love you. Even if you get your ass thrown in jail, I love you because that’s what love is. Unconditional.” You explain, hoping he takes your words to heart. And he does. “I love you. You should probably get some sleep. Got a hot date in the morning.” He jokes. “I do.” You confirm with a smile. With hushed good nights, you place the phone back on the hook. Even from fucking jail Eddie could make you blush.

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The parking lot smells of cigarette smoke as a few police officers talk among themselves on their smoke break right outside the Hawkins Police Department. You mutter a ‘good morning’ as you approach the doors, one of the officers rushing to hold it open for you while you thank him. Checking in with the woman at the front desk, you explain that you’re here to pick up your boyfriend, Eddie Munson and she says she’ll let Hopper know. The station is quiet and there’s not a lot going on. Not a soul sits in the chairs placed in the lobby and the scent of shitty coffee surrounds the room.

Your ears pick up on two male voices coming down the hallway and you catch onto the very end of the conversation. “Don’t let it happen again, kid. That girl out there is a catch and the way she was looking at you last night while I took you in wasn’t just any look.” You recognize Hopper’s gruff voice. “Munson, I know your old man really fucked things up for you but for the love of god, don’t go fucking it up for yourself.” Your ears perk up at your boyfriend's last name. “Hop, I’m never comin’ back to this shit hole, trust me. I’m gonna go out there and marry that girl…start a farm or something, big happy family.” His tone is humorous but you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach at his words. Before you know it, Hopper and Eddie emerge from around the corner. Eddie’s hair is a wild mess, bangs sticking every which way and bags decorating his under eyes. His syrupy doe eyes gaze at you with nothing but love, you swore you could see them softening even more before you. “There she is.” He smiles in disbelief, almost as if you wouldn’t show up to come and get him. “And there he is. My hot date.” You say playfully. He’s blushing, a shy grin on his lips.

Once the appropriate paperwork was filled out and signed, Eddie was free to go and you were just happy it was over. As you both walk to the car, it’s almost like he’s afraid to touch you. You don’t blame him, the last time he saw you were seething but you’d gone fourteen full hours worrying about him and all you wanted was to kiss him now that he was at an arm's length. So you do. You grab the front of his shirt in your fist and bring him into you for a sensual and passionate kiss. Surprised at first, he stumbles back but catches his balance as he brings his hands to your waist. As you pull back to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours, a genuine grin on his face. “What was that for?” He asks while stroking his thumb along your hip. You inhale a deep breath before confessing. “As much as I hate that you punched that guy cause violence never works, it was really hot. The way you got all protective and how he never stood a chance.” Smiling shyly at him now, a smirk makes its way to his face. “Oh, really?” He mutters, eyes glancing to your lips. “But I also never want you to get into a fight again so next time if someone is being a creep—maybe just take it out on me.” Your words go quieter at the end, timid.

Now his smirk grows, hand traveling to the small of your back as he moves you a little closer to him. “Take it out on you, huh? Did I get you all worked up, baby?” He teases. Your thighs are clenching together, searching for any kind of relief. “Eddie.” You whine, squeezing his exposed bicep. “Tell you what.” His finger tilts your chin to look up at him. “I’ll take you home and fuck all that neediness right out of you. And then I’ll take you out on a lunch date.” He decides. “Buy you flowers. Those roses you like.” He speaks with a hushed tone, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky. “Start a farm?” You gently mock his words from earlier. A flash of shock crosses his features before he tugs you closer to him, if even possible. “Start a farm. Get you a ring. Have a nice little wedding with all of our goats and shit. Have some kids. If you want. Whatever you want.” His words are spoken with such tenderness. “I’d like that.” You whisper, lips hovering over his. You’re enamored by the way his eyes take you in, large pools of chocolate you could swim in for hours. “Can’t wait to marry you. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Sorry if that’s too forward. But it’s true. You’re it for me, baby.” The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. You’re smiling fondly at him, unable to form a response as your eyes blur with tears, the happy kind.

All of the sudden you’re pressed against the cold metal of your car, Eddie’s body against yours as he moves his thigh in between your legs, not paying any mind to anyone who might be able to see. You hum in content as he moves his lips against yours, plush and a little chapped but still soft. “Gonna let me take you home and fuck a baby into you?” He rasps, tongue lightly skimming your bottom lip. You’re heaving, the throbbing between your legs is making you squirm in his arms as he has you caged in against the car. “Mmmm Eddie.” You whimper into his mouth. “No baby yet, but please make me cum.” You whisper while tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Within seconds he’s off of you, opening the passenger door for you and gesturing like a gentleman, insisting that he drives back since he put you through so much trouble this past night.

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Once he pulls up to the trailer you’d both purchased, only a short distance from Wayne’s, he’s on you immediately, he can’t keep his hands off of you as he keeps pressing kisses into your neck while you stumble up the wooden steps to the door. If any neighbors are watching, neither of you notices. You stop for a moment as you hand him the key to unlock the door. “Wait, you haven’t eaten in like fifteen hours, shouldn’t we go—“ He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a boyish smile on his lips. “Sweets, I’m about to have a feast.” He pushes open the door and bows as he gestures for you to step in. Your face feels hot, he has flirted with you millions of times but each time he still leaves you flustered.

Closing the door and dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter, he attaches himself to you again, pressing you against the wall while one hand holds your jaw and the other your hip, his tongue grazing your top lip teasingly. “Please.” You whine pathetically into him. He tuts while gazing down at you, his lashes casting elegant shadows against his cheeks. “Gonna take my time with you, honey. You’ll get what you want but it’s gonna be my way.” He knows precisely how to turn you into putty in his hands, how to tease you so tortuously that you’re begging—all huffy and whiny desperate for more. And he knows that you absolutely love it when he won’t give in right away.

“Promise to never spend another night in that shit hole again, okay?. Cause then I don’t get to do this.” His lips trail from your jaw, sucking carefully down to your neck, his hand ghosting over your clothed core, causing your breath to hitch. “Or this.” His hand dips into your waistband, calloused fingers just barely touching over your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. “And this.” His voice his low as he continues his assault on your neck, his fingers coming up to roll your nipple between his fingers through your shirt and you swear you’re dripping to the point that your thighs are sticky. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna get you so cum drunk.” He says against your skin. All you can do is let out little mewls. “Huh, baby? You all worked up and needy? So pathetic and whiny for me.” At this point you’re grinding your heat into his thigh, searching for any kind of friction at all. “Eddie.” You’re whimpering miserably.

His strong hands grip under your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom as you begin to kiss down his stubbly cheek and along his jaw, the scent of his aftershave still lingering from yesterday. Finally, he pulls your pants down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor, then pulling his shirt over his head, now displaying his many tattoos and lean figure. Your eyes land on his happy trail, his delicious little happy trail that you could never get enough of and it has you rolling your hips. “Shh, sweetheart. ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.” His ring clad fingers lingers over your soaked panties, gently caressing you in his hand. His other hand tugs at the hem of your shirt and you quickly oblige, throwing it off. “Good girl.” He purrs, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “This too.” He demands, finger hooking into the strap of your bra, letting it snap back into place as he releases it. His eyes are drinking you in, he’s practically drooling at the sight before him. In no time, you're flinging the bra across the room, almost completely exposed to him except for your panties.

Plump lips start kissing their way down your torso, leaving you shuddering at the sensation, his hand still cupping your heat which leaves you feeling hopeless, completely at his mercy. He takes a nipple in between his teeth before sucking on it carefully, his tongue caressing the little bud as it hardens, your back arching and your breath catching in your throat. A large hand moves from your heat to your upper thigh, traveling down to grip your ass, every touch setting you on fire. His lips begin working on the other nipple, his other hand twisting the now neglected one between his fingers, you letting out a sigh as you squirm, hips wiggling against him. “That feel good?” He asks cockily with his mouth against your breast. All you can give him is a moan in response. “Bet I could make you cum just from this alone.” He chuckles. He could but you know it would also take a while and you need release now.

“Ed, please.” You beg. “Please, been thinking about you since last night.” You admit through heavy breathes while he continues to tease you. “Mm?” He sounds pleased while glancing up at you through hooded eyes. “What, does it turn you on when I get all protective? Did you secretly like that I put that guy in his place?” His raspy voice has you wiggling against him again, his bulge pressing into your thigh through his jeans. “You know I don’t like fights.” You manage to get out. “Especially when they get you arrested.” You’re gasping for air, his lips still sucking, fingers still pinching the other bud. “But fuck…”. You sigh. “You’re so hot and it’s so sexy how protective you are of me.” You finish your thought, fingers dancing along his shoulders.

Abruptly, he stops what he’s doing, now hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket. “Yeah, sweets?” He taunts. “Mmhmm.” You squeak as he blows air over your sopping wet center. “Please do something.” You plead with him, grabbing at his curls, attempting to pull him closer. “Yeah?” He asks, eyebrows raised, cockier than ever. “Yes!” You chirp back. “Well since you asked so nicely…”. He trails off before attaching his lips directly to your clit, your hands tugging at his hair and your hips bucking up. His arms wrap around your thighs as he buries his face into you as if you were his last meal. Tongue tracing shapes into your clit, he teases your hole with the tip of his finger, moans escaping you left and right. It made it even filthier that he kept his rings on. Your hips are twitching, legs shaking, no signs of him letting up anytime soon.

His finger pushes inside of you, curling into your walls before adding a second one, just how you like. As you try to grind yourself up into him, his strong arms pin your thighs to the mattress, his free hand pushing down on your lower stomach so you’re forced to endure the pleasure. That feeling starts to build up, the one that you can’t stop chasing once you start, white hot burning pleasure. Eddie continues curling his fingers into you, hitting the right spot every time which only makes you whimper softly. He takes a moment to detach his lips from you, looking up at you fondly as your chest quickly moves up and down, blissed out beyond belief. “Look so pretty, baby. Think you can cum for me?” He asks. While he inquires, his hold on your lower stomach loosens as well as his arms draped over your thighs and at this you try to roll your hips to meet his fingers only to be pinned back down by his powerful arms, thighs unable to move and hips held hostage by his hand holding you there. “I asked you a question, honey. You already that cum drunk? Didn’t even cum yet and here you are, looking like you’ve been fucked stupid.” His words are mean in the best way possible. “I—I can cum for you Eddie. Please let me cum.” You gasp for air. His thumb begins to circle your clit, finding a delicious rhythm while his other hand is occupied by curling his fingers precisely inside of you. Lips are trailing along your hip bone, becoming wet and sloppy as your slick coating his lips paints your body, his tongue then gliding over your skin—body trembling. “There it is, sweetheart, almost there. Show me how good it feels.” A whisper against your stomach.

You’re shaking from the pleasure, almost on the brink of your orgasm. It builds and builds, Eddie replacing his thumb with his lips yet again, suckling on the swollen bud. “‘M gonna—‘mm gonna—“. You can’t even finish your thought as you pant like you’re in heat. Eddie mumbles against you, coaxing your climax out of you, fingers still working you like a guitar. “C’mon baby, cum all over me.” You reach that point where you’re about to release but it won’t wash over you yet, still chasing it desperately. Whines fill the room, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your eyes clench shut and your back arches off the bed beautifully, your walls pulsing around Eddie’s fingers and your clit throbbing under his mouth. Nails scratch down his bare shoulders as he encourages you through your high. Whimpering from overstimulation as your body tries to wiggle away from him, his strong hold not allowing you, he continues. “I know, baby. I know.” He coos. “Let it all out, angel.” And as you come down from cumming so hard, he doesn’t give up, still tracing his tongue over your clit, fingers still inside of you. “E-Eddie, so sensitive!” You grip his shoulders, claw marks now running down them, your body trying to move out from under him but he won’t have it. “What’s the matter, baby? You were just so needy and now it’s too much?” He mocks. Your stomach muscles are tightly clenched, hands now gripping at the sheets below you in fists. If you said your safe word he’d stop without hesitation but that’s not what you want, in fact you love when he overstimulates to the point that you’re not even on planet earth the following few minutes.

Eventually, your face looks fucked out enough to Eddie’s liking, removing his fingers as your release spills out into the sheets, sucking on his fingers as if he’d just devoured his last meal. Your eyes are shut from exhaustion but you know you’ll have the energy to keep going after you recover. Eddie’s presence hovers over you as he presses a loving kiss to your cheek, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his side. The motion causes friction down there and at this you let out a whimper. “I know, poor baby.” Eddie murmurs into your hair. “All cum drunk and I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet.” He whispers.

He’ll let you lay there to regain your composure for as long as you need. And in this time you take it upon yourself to bring up his words from earlier. You tilt your head up to look at him as you rest against his chest, eyes becoming doe like before you ask your question. “You really wanna marry me?” You ask with a hint of insecurity. He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin thoughtfully. “I do.” He confirms with a soft kiss to your lips, meaningful and promising. “In fact…” he states, sitting you both up against the headboard, removing his arm from around you to turn away from you, hiding something from your line of sight. Face contorting into confusion, you try to sneak a glimpse at what he’s doing but it’s not successful. He hops out of the bed, a puzzled expression on your face as he gestures for you for you to scoot to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side.

“So, I know this isn’t exactly all fairytale-like and all big and extravagant but…”. Suddenly he’s down on one knee. You’re completely naked and he’s shirtless in his ripped jeans, panties shoved haphazardly into his back pocket, one of his rings, the skull one that occupied his ring finger held in between his fingers as he promises it to you. “Will you marry me?” He asks, a shy grin on his face, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess from you tugging on it and you think to yourself that this moment couldn’t be more perfect. No it’s not some big premeditated gesture but it’s so Eddie and everything you love about him so there’s not a doubt in your mind when you answer him, tears rolling down your face. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you!” You're nodding vigorously, extending your left hand out so he can slip the ring onto your finger. It’s entirely too big but you don’t care as you gale at it as if it were a diamond. Your hands cup his cheeks and you kiss him like he could disappear in seconds, him pushing you back into the bed as he hovers over you, a lovesick look etched into his features. Mumbling against your lips, he swears to you that he’s going to save up and buy you any ring you want. He finds it endearing when you tell him the one you want is already on your finger. “Okay, then if that’s really the one you want we can get it resized. Your fingers are too little.” He’s holding your hand up and inspecting it, a playful grin on his face.

The remainder of that day is spent making love to each other, making each other feel good in every way possible. And, yes, the ring does fly off and across the room whenever you’re undoing the zipper of his jeans but as you’re crawling over to retrieve it he just grabs you by your chin, a proud smile gracing his features. “How’d a pretty little thing like you wind up with a guy like me?” He asks genuinely. You take a moment to grab the ring from where it landed, moving to stand in front of him and setting it in his palm, forcing his fingers around it as you reply. “How could I not end up with you?” You offer before speaking again. “Hold onto that for me, I’m gonna need it to become Mrs. Munson.” The smile that pulls from him is enough to make you tear up as you finish unzipping his pants, about to give him the best head he’s ever had. That he deserves.

~end~

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(NSFW/SFW) Having FWB Relationship with Law

If you like to read the Monster Trio Version you can read it here!

A/N: Ngl this may not be as good as the first one but one comment asked so nicely for it :(((. Also this is SUPER LONG—

CW: Mentions of sex, more Angst than usual because Law has mf trust issues, Law is pushing back his true feelings for the reader it’s not an actual one sided love, Fluff, FWB to Lovers(?), and yeaaahhh

You fell for him, but it was his idea—well moreso you were already in love with him before the agreement even happened

It was something you knew was going to happen when you agreed to it seeing that Law wanted nothing to do with an actual relationship with you.

He’s been your captain for as long as you can remember, and through out your journey he has seen you go through heart break after heart break after heart break of terrible men that do nothing but use your kindness and some even your body without any regard of your feelings

How it started:

You only did this because your feelings for Law never subsided so you tried to fill yourself with anything to get your mind and heart away from him but alas it never worked

One night you both were working together in search of something—you were like an assistant to him—and during your break with him you both started to turn to the topic of relationships.

“So you’re ganna keep on giving these idiot men a chance, huh?”

“Gatta get laid somehow.”

You somewhat regretted your wording swing as Law frowned at your response. You didn’t have sex with any and everybody it was only about 2 dudes you ever gotten that far with your entire journey; one being a green haired swordman and the other being some pineapple haired guy. They both were sweet, but you knew the relationship you wanted wouldn’t last.

Law got tired of your complaining. It wasn’t long until you blurred out something you knew you couldn’t take back;

“Well maybe if my captain was the only one to satisfy my needs I wouldn’t be searching it from random pirates.”

It was a stupid, stupid, STUPID thing to say. You knew it. He knew it, but it was too late now. You couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol because Law cut you off after one cup.

“Is that right?” His tone was dark, you look over at him across the desk you were already sulking in and furrowed your brows. Law got up to take away the empty glass being twirled in your hands to sit on his desk beside you. His eyes never broke from yours and he had an unreadable face. He didn’t look mad, disgusted, or annoyed. Amused maybe?

“Look at me.” He noticed you breaking eye contact first, flustered still at your outburst and grabbed your chin. “You know if I ever got into a relationship with you—or anybody else for that matter I’d just end up breaking your heart. So us being a thing will never happen. It would be too much of a distraction.”

“…I know..” You groaned, his words stung so hard you just wanted to go back to your room with a bottle of Sake and drink until you forgot about this entire conversation.

“But…Just know I never said I didn’t find you attractive…and that we could still make something out of nothing.”

If you were in a cartoon your left ear where he was sitting beside would have enlarged itself 3 times the size. Did you hear him correctly?

You sat up straight and before you could ask him to repeat himself he was already invading your mouth. It wasn’t long until the research you both were doing was forgotten and you spent the rest of your night a moaning mess under your captain.

How it’s going

If you would have told yourself 7 months ago you’d be having almost daily sex with Law just to not have any strings attached you would have laughed hysterically , but here you were; laying under him, heavy breathing being exchanged, and then having to get up and leave before anybody on the ship seen you.

The sex was amazing, it really was, but you still felt empty even though he always filled you up .

After taking what you now feel like is the walk of shame to the bathroom and then to sleep you just think, why doesn’t he at least want to cuddle you afterwards? Maybe some reassurance you’ve done good? Hell even a Pat on the head, but all you get is a quick kiss after he pulls out and the veiw of his back as he rolls over to go right to sleep.

One night you wanted to stay, just once, he really worn you out since he has been so pent up dealing with the strawhats and barely seeing you anymore you just wanted a little affection. Just a Little. And you’ll be on your way.

His back was facing you again, you admired his tattoos, wanting to trace them over your fingers as he held you close telling you how good you were for him, how beautiful you looked….

How much he loved you—

“What are you Doing?” His voice was cold. He broke you out of your empty thoughts and you noticed your finger making contact with his damp back. “You still want more or something?”

“N-no! I…I Just um…” Law turned over to make eye contact with you resting his head on his hand gazing at your body partially covered by the thin blanket. “I wanted you to…to hol—-“

“You want to be held?” He almost sounded like he was scoffing, you couldn’t blame him. You weren’t very subtle hiding your feelings for him even after he talked to you throughly that you both would never get into a relationship. It broke your heart a little when you thought that one day these moments of intimacy May run it’s course, and it may be soon from the way you seen him get so close with that one beautiful black haired Strawhat girl lately.

“I—forget it I’ll go.” Law almost did. Almost. But he knew he couldn’t. For the last few months he felt a tinge of guilt because he knew how much you loved him. He thought that maybe if you spent more time with him, got to know the real him besides just with sex— knowing how much of a grump he was, how straightforward and blunt he could be, maybe you’d be turned off and move on.

But he was so wrong and he felt bad. He started to feel like he was misleading you. He didn’t want that. He really didn’t want any of this he didn’t know how to be a boyfriend, how to take care of your romantic needs, how to share, how to be someone you need.

He knew that. He knew he couldn’t be with you.

So why was it when he seen you talk to that green haired swordsman today he got so angry? Was it jealousy? He knows about your past with him and he also knows you’re a grown consenting adult with no strings attached so WHY did it bother him so much?

Law grabbed your wrist, you looked back at him with sorrow and a hint of shock in your face feeling his grip tighten.

“You can stay.”

It was only three words, but it was what you always wanted to hear from him.

It was what you needed to hear.

You crawled back into bed hesitantly and Law noticed so he pulled you in closer to his chest. You heard his heart and it was pounding as if he were running a marathon.

Holding you was new, you both were still naked and a tad sweaty, your breath tingled on his collarbone, but this is the first time in a while Law felt…

Comfort.

Your fluffy body was something he enjoyed holding. Maybe he could get used to it.

But he didn’t want to he knew he would just end up hurting you in the end if he furthered this and thinking that caused him to back up a little.

“You can sleep here tonight. You’re probablyly—-“

“Why can’t you love me, Law?”

He nearly choked on his own breath hearing the hurt in your voice. You sat back up looking defeated. You’d probably end up getting kicked out because of this, but you didn’t care you wanted answers.

“You…you knew I still had feelings for you and you..you still put me in a position to fall more in love with you and it hurts!”

You didn’t mean to holler at the end of your sentence, but it was all too much. You hated yourself for getting into this situation and you hated him for allowing it.

“You knew I would never say no to you, and for us to be doing this for so long and I try to respect you not wanting to be with me so you don’t hurt me, but you’re hurting me more by being away. I want you! Do you know how hard it is going day after day seeing the man that you are in love with not feel anything back but in the same day can lay down with you and just fuck you?! I’m so STUPID to even let it go this far and I’m sorry! Okay!? I’m sorry I can’t stop thinking about you and about us! Not if we keep this up—“

“Then let’s end this.”

At that point your heart was torn. It was a truth you didn’t want to hear, but it was bound to happen eventually. Your eye immediately trickled with tears, you wanted to slap him, seeing how quickly he was willing to let you go especially after pouring your heart out, but—

“Let’s start something new then….I want to…I been wanting to for the past 3 months…but y/n I—“ Law sat up straight hitting his head on the headboard groaning—he didn’t want to spill his heart out because he wasn’t great with sentimental words but it was either that or just let you walk out of his room and possibly out of his life because he couldn’t believe if you guys broke off your little agreement like this you would still want to be in the same crew anymore.

And he couldn’t lose another person he loved.

“I’m sorry you feel this way…and more importantly I’m sorry for not being more attentive to your feelings. I…Y/N i do care about you….okay—?”

“I just…—”

“I don’t want to disappoint you…I thought that maybe if you seen more of me and realized who I really were you’d back off but now I feel like either way it goes I will hurt—-“

You cut him off with a kiss—it was a bit harsher than he was used to with you, but he managed to return the kiss back and pulling you closer to let you straddle him. You didn’t care about his stupid assumptions you knew he’d kill for you So what makes you think he’d actually hurt you on accident or on purpose for that matter? You also knew about his trust issues so you were willing to work on it for the sake of your relationship.

“Break my heart then, Law…” you muttered under his lips to then find his eyes. “If that’s what it takes to show you that you’re worth loving…then do it…break my heart.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“That doesn’t even make any sense, y/n.”

“None of this really does make sense but….” You pulled back to admire his tanned skin, covered with a red tint and pulled back some of his strands of hair. “I’m willing to work on it with you.”

It was moment of silence between you both. He couldn’t look away from your eyes shining in the night as the moon bounced off of it. Maybe it was the post sex high or maybe he was really in love but you looked breath taking at this point.

“…I am too, y/n.—”

“I love you.”

You damn near cried on him and he did too, you almost couldn’t believe it.

“Wait what—“

Law rolled his eyes playfully and scooted you so close your nose was touching his.

“I…” he kissed your lips softly slowly rolling you over on your back,

“Love..” He kissed your warm neck with his hands rubbing the sides of your hips so gently.

“You.” Law bit the other side of your neck where your weak spot was and granting him a sight of you moaning just above a whisper, you were pretty like this.

He went back to your lips to return a most steamy and passionate kiss with his tongue rubbing against yours until you eventually end it with you sucking the tip of his tongue.

Freaky asses

“I love you, too Law.”

Law knew he had more to work on about himself so you both agreed that no longer will there be any of the “no strings attached “ rule, but now you both can start off with talking it slow

With you being his.

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