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Headcanon about Coryo: he is so romantic 🥰 if the end was... Different... And he has his Lucy Gray by his side, you can be sure she would be the most spoiled girl in all of Panem 💖

no you’re so right. in my perfect world Sejanus is still alive and the three of them took down the games, because like, when Coryo became president he would have that power and this time he used it for good 🤫

Lucy Gray gets spoiled ROTTEN. Because Coryo isn’t very…good with showing his love he shows it through the copious amounts of things he buys her. Similar to that Sejanus headcanon i wrote a bit ago, if Lucy Gray mentions wanting anything he will just buy it for her. She’s decked out like the queen she deserves to be!! and her and Coryo rule the world together (but in a good way)!!

Coriolanus Snow ± the fate of those who loved him

They are connected by their sugar boo

BONUS!

BOYFRIENDS BITE AS WELL AS THEIR BOO

I love how there's some characters in spiderverse who are just like "I am shoving an unreasonable amount of hair under a bald cap" that we just ignore for the same reason we ignore their mask-eyes moving, it's animation the physics are wonky and it's fun.

And then there's Pavitr like "I would I hide this glorious hair?

Looking for a modern au, with lots of bickering, undeniable sexual tension and with some tasty age difference sprinkled on top? Read A Bokeh of Perennials tonight

"Even Aphrodite envies you."

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

authors note: post 10 pm cry write guys i need to pee, this is a vent fic. also, headcanon that you call clarisse "risse" pronouned Reese bc awwwwwww

summary - you talk about ur body negatively

warnings - talk about body image, over excercizing, not eating/skipping meals, descriptions of body, flashbacks, itty bitty mentions of praying to not greek gods

Thud.

I wasn't enough.

Thwap.

"You need to work out, you're getting too big, and you're only 14," my mother said. I gulped and sat down. "Can we just... pray," I asked. "You need to fix it, usually, girls your age are body conscious.... haven't you seen [friend's name]? That was such a transformation," my dad said.

Thump.

"She lost so much weight, Y/N/N, why don't you do the same? Most people will do things when they see their friends are doing it," my mother said.

Thomp. My mother put her hand on my shoulder-

I went to punch the person who put their hand on me. They caught my hand and I sighed as I saw it was my girlfriend. Clarisse grabbed both of my hands and rubbed my knuckles. "How about we take a break, hm?"

I shook my head. I had to do this.

"Please, no more boxing for the day, you've been overworking yourself," she continued. "Risse, I'm fine.. I've got this," I reassured her.

"Just please, you've been boxing for at least two hours, maybe take a break, okay," she squeezed my hands and walked off. I sighed and went to the archery range.

I grabbed a fairly sized bow and then a set of arrows. I began to shoot around, not necessarily being good at it.

Thwip.

"Y/n, why'd you get new clothes, your old ones were cute," my friends exclaimed. I shrugged. "No need for old clothes..."

Thwap.

"Why don't we all go for a run, some of us need it," my friends said. I looked down and said, "We aren't all wearing tennis shoes."

Shhhk!

They never necessarily spoke much about my own weight, but they all weighed less than me and called themselves fat. They all were skinny or at least average.

"Y/n/n? Please, go rest, I bet you're tired," Clarisse sighed as she noticed me at the archery range. "I'm fine," I defended. "Go get some lunch, or I'll get some for you," she said. I shook my head. "I got it. Thanks, babe," I said.

-

"C'mon, angel, wanna sit on my lap, maybe take a nap," Clarisse asked. I laughed and shook my head, "You rhymed. And, no, it's... alright.."

Clarisse's eyes became sympathetic. "Baby, is it because this," she asked as you placed her hands on what she called my "love handles" and my hip dips. I looked down and shrugged.

"Baby, that isn't a big deal, you're truly beautiful... do- do you not believe me," Clarisse asked. She pulled me onto her lap and I looked down at my hands. "Hey, eyes on me," she said.

My eyes darted back up to hers and she said, "Would you like to know something really cool?" I nodded and she continued, "I think.. no- I know... That even Aphrodite would be jealous of your beauty."

My eyes began to fill with tears as I buried my head into her neck. "I love you, I don't deserve you," I said as tears stained her shirt. "I love you most, and yes you do, okay? You absolutely do, pretty girl," she said gently to me as her hands relaxed on my hips.

She leaned back on the bed and pulled me back so I could lay on top of her. "I doubt you wanna talk about it later... but how about we nap for now? And just... please... never... over exercise or over work yourself, angel," I nodded as she spoke and closed my eyes. There wasn't anything I could have done to have just to have someone as caring and supporting her.

— SHARING IS CARING

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader, luke castellan x aphrodite!daughter!reader

summary: the whole camp believes you to be sunshine personified, everyones bestfriend. and being absolutely stunning as well as off limits unless they want your girlfriend breaking every bone in their body. but it seems a certain friend of yours can’t help his feelings for you, and your girlfriend?

warnings: i’ve gone mental, fluff, threatening, violence, protective clarisse, kinda naive reader ngl, luke is lovesick and is confused about his feelings, not proof read

a/n: basically the two of them agreeing to be with you and now you have attack dogs <3

if there was one thing everybody at camp half-blood could agree on, it was that they all loved you. even if they acted differently, the idea of hating you was practically foreign.

for as long as you could remember, even if it’d only been two years, you’d been there, it’d been your home. and for as long as you could remember, you’d been best friends with luke castellan. he was unbelievably helpful when you first arrived, shy and sweet but overtime you opened up to him.

of course you were nice to everybody, but to your friends you were on a whole other level. almost motherly in a sense, always concerned for their well-being, their health and them over all. luke was no exception, if anything, you cared for him the most. but that was before clarisse came along.

even if luke wouldn’t admit it, he liked the attention. for once someone was caring for him, going out of their way to help him. you were always right there when he needed you, and he’d gotten used to being by your side. whether at breakfast in the morning, or by the creek at night the two of you went out of your way to be together.

and over your time together he not only began to feel protective over you but also something else. it creeped up on him, yes, but it wasn’t all that surprising with you being the daughter of aphrodite.

he found himself wondering if you felt the same for him, or if you were indifferent. with developing feelings came changed of attitude, he found himself annoyed. not at you of course, never at you, but at himself. he felt as if he had a real friend, someone he trusted truly yet it was as if his own body was sabotaging him with feelings. he didn’t want it to change, your relationship, not wanting to risk what you had.

but then late at night he’d find himself daydreaming.

holding your hand when walking together, cutting up your pancakes for you, securing your armour himself, sitting closer to you by the campfire, your sweet eyes looking up at him everyday, filled with even more love than usual. maybe even staring down other campers, who for some reason, had the silly thought that they could make a pass at you.

he’d overheard one of the new girls talking about her own crush on a girl. luke hadn’t meant to, of course, but he was currently sitting on the shore, cleaning off his muddy helmet. she rambled on about the girl she liked, how she walked and talked, how she smiled, how she daydreamed. he felt his throat tighten at the words, it was as if his own crush was being described.

then, she began to talk about a certain daydream she loved having, the fight scenario. in which her crush was training and perhaps losing, the other person being a bit too harsh to the point where she herself had to step in and save her girl.

the idea of being a saviour.

he thought it was stupid, his head was telling him so. but his heart thought differently and he secretly agreed. the idea of saving you, your hands clinging onto his arms for safety, teary eyes and rows of praise and thanks from you. fucks sake, he wanted it.

he wanted you.

but again, your time together, and his plans to be with you were cut short, a certain ares girl beating him to the punch.

the irony was not lost on luke at all. the first time you’d gotten a sliver of niceness from clarisse was when the two of you were walking together from the strawberry fields, having picked a fresh bundle on account of mr d randomly asking for them.

“is there such a thing as strawberry alcohol? is he going to try and have someone make it for him?” you joked as the two of you made your trek to the big house. “maybe he’ll eat them and pretend their alcohol-infused grapes.” luke laughed as your eyebrows scrunched together, “you can do that?”

the two of you continued on, sneaking a few strawberries here and there, of which mr d had sworn he’d be able to tell if any were missing. jake lockly, a new boy, was hot on your tail. he was brash and arrogant, handsome yes, but his personality was more than enough to send a girl running. and he had his eyes set on you, the girl everyone seemed to love. he viewed you as nothing more than a challenge, you viewed him as a creep, “hey y/n. you’re looking good today.” jake whistled, a cat call.

now, you were nice, yes, but gods he made it hard. so you figured the best way to react was to not speak at all, a thumbs up was all the acknowledgment you were willing to give and not what he was willing to receive.

“don’t be like that, i know you wanna talk to me.”

his voice was closer this time having picked up his pace. “it’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk to you, and it’s pathetic that you keep trying.” luke was so close to dropping the basket, and dropping him. “oh yeah, pretty boy? why don’t you go pick some more strawberries.”

you frowned at the comment, pondering the meaning of it, “i picked strawberries, what’s wrong with that?” jake flashed a toothy grin your way, “nothing princess, keep walking, leave this to the men.” his hand grazed your back.

and jake ended up with his face in the floor, courtesy of clarisse, “touch her again and i’ll break every bone in your body.” jake clutched onto his abdomen as clarisse laughed, and so did luke. “at least you didn’t kill him.” luke chuckled, “is he okay?” your shoulders drooped looking at his crumpled body. “who cares? come on mr d is waiting.” luke grabbed your hand and gently led you along, unaware of clarisse following along.

she nabbed a strawberry from your basket as you gasped, “come on!” she didn’t respond, rather grinning before eating it. “how’s your day been?” you smiled at her niceness, “stuck with luke all day.” his eyebrows furrowed, “it’s never a bad day with me. don’t lie.”

and after that you found yourself running into clarisse more often, training together, even if it was more so her beating the shit out of someone, and you watching. you ended up being around her so often that your body quite literally gravitated to her. whether at breakfast or in lessons, the two of you were always hanging out. so it wasn’t a surprise to you when she asked you out, and you were more than happy to agree.

the only people that found it surprising, was every other person around.

obviously, during the early stages, you’d heard the whispers and seen the stares directed your way, but clarisse had shut them down pretty easily. a kid ended up puking into the same toilet bowl they’d been dunked into, a tamer version being someone’s matress torn apart, and a few not super serious injuries.

not life threatening.

but at the end of the day, all you could care about was her. her smile that was only really directed at you, the jewellery she obtained by suspicious circumstances, the sweet words and kisses were all you could ever ask for.

besides her, you also cared about him.

you’d felt as if the two of you had grown apart in the few months you’d been with clarisse, not necessarily either one of your choices, nor faults, but it was upsetting. even when you tried your hardest to seek him out around camp, it seemed he was always surrounded by people, teaching, leading, or just, not there.

you’d known him long enough to know he was evading.

luke hated it, how he felt. the idea of not being able to control himself, and how he acted was unbelievably annoying to him. not having you by his side, all the time, had him realising how often you were around him, he’d grown to rely on you. your presence, support, your face, friendship, gorgeous smile.

yeah, there were a lot of things he liked about you. he thought he only felt that way for you, but the weirdest combination of people seemed to double them. seeing you and clarisse around was common now, but the longing wasn’t.

you’d talked about your strained relationship over a million times to clarisse, and quite frankly she’d had enough, of course she didn’t mind listening to you talk but it was honestly driving her crazy. which is how she’d ended up with luke, in the middle of the night, sitting across from eachother, talking about you.

“she’s my girlfriend.”

“she was my bestfriend first.”

“so why didn’t you make a move?”

“i didn’t want to mess up our friendship. she… she’s my best friend, i didn’t want to drive her away.” clarisse leaned back on the bench, hands supporting her body, “so what now? you continue ignoring y/n, making her absolutely miserable since her bestfriend won’t even talk to her. or you tell her, and you guys aren’t friends anymore.” luke scoffed, “what makes you think we wouldn’t be friends anymore?” clarisse leaned forwards again, “well she wouldn’t have anything to say back to you, she’s with me.”

“well she would’ve been with me if i’d confessed.”

“but you didn’t, who’s fault is that luke? you were too scared to ask her out, and that’s not on me. talk to her, let her know, and we’ll see what happens.” clarisse rose from the table, but a thought in her head pulled her back. she turned back to see luke sitting at the table, even more gorgeous than usual, annoyingly so, the moonlight was a paid actress.

luke looked up and met clarisse’s eye, “what if.. what happens if she has feelings for both of us, now, at the same time?” she grinned, “you’re not an ugly face luke, i wouldn’t mind.” there were few times luke castellan didn’t know what to say, but he sat staring, feeling warmth arise in his face.

maybe they could come to terms with this, work something out amongst all of you. he swore you liked him back, when you were friends and single, and even now that you weren’t. the longing gazed you sent his way, the shy waves, as if on thin glass, testing the waters. why settle for one gorgeous girl, when you could have two?

after all, sharing is caring.

isn't it insane though how schizophrenic people are viewed as violent and dangerous by the majority of society when in reality schizophrenic people are nearly 14 times more likely to be on the receiving end of violence than to be the perpetrators...

what about a mob batfam! au?

Bruce: The big Boss

Dick: The underboss of drugs

Jason: the sibling that ran away and is working to take them down (he’s going to get kidnapped back tbh)

Cass: enforcer

Tim: The right hand

Duke: underboss of money laundering

Damian: the soon to be left hand

-

how does this become yandere you may be thinking. What if Jason makes a friend and the entire family is suspicious only to realize that you genuinely care about him like they do (just less possessively ofc) and they’re like “if we bring them home then we can get jason too”

(BTW the author hates cops and cops will be portrayed negatively in this story)

UPDATE: There is an actually story for this now! here or if you prefer ao3 here

It’s On Me

Chapter One

Sugar Daddy Series

Minors Do Not Interact! This will be an 18+ Story!

Summary: You’re a single mama who got the opportunity to finally step into one of the best restaurants your town had to offer. But you realize you got more than what you bargained for. Meeting many new hot faces that get you riled up rather quickly, you wonder just exactly how you got to be in such a situation. With a strange turn of events you learned that nothing in life comes for free. To think it all started with the simple line, it’s on me.

Warnings: Your daughter spilling all your damn secrets and embarrassing the hell outta you!! Suggestive talk! Dirty thoughts! Shy Reader trying to contain herself and her horny thoughts 💭

Author’s Note: This chapter is mainly an introduction to new faces. The next chapter will definitely get steamy so bare with me we’re getting there! 😂 Slowly but surely we’ll get to the juicy stuff lol but don’t worry ima make it worth the wait! Just trust mama I got this ! lol 😂 please enjoy the ride 😉

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The Thousand Sunny.

The most expensive and hard to reserve restaurant in town was staring you in the face as you stood across the street. It was a beautiful stone building that looked like it was years back in time. Beautiful vines climbing and reaching up the side with roses of all colors in bloom. The entrance was gorgeous iron french doors with stained glass windows, the design a roaring lion.

You couldn’t help but gulp as you gazed at the out of place restaurant in a sea of modern buildings that littered downtown. It was a sight that was for sure, the architecture was stunning no doubt pulling many big spenders inside. You definitely weren’t one of them. Though you finally got the opportunity to step foot inside one of the most high class restaurants your town had to offer.

“Wow, is that it mommy?” Your daughter’s question snapping you out of your daydreaming.

“Yup that’s it.” You smiled brightly down at her making her giggle as she jumped up and down. You let out an airy laugh as you watched her giddy attitude. “Okay but first you have to be on your best behavior. Got it?” You asked causing her to give a nod in understanding.

Giving a thumbs up and a big bright smile she answered you with a simple, “You got it mama!”

~

With a smile you walked to the thin older gentleman who stood stiff as a board at the host podium. Wearing a stern expression he asked simply, ”Reservations?”

“No sir, but I spoke with Sanji earlier today.” You answered hoping the name alone would be enough, and it definitely was.

“You spoke with Mr. Vinsmoke?” He asked in shock. You nodded with a smile and you could tell he was going to speak again but was interrupted by a cheerful, “Hi.”

“Oh H-hello.” He responded to her before looking at you with a raised brow, “Unfortunately he’s not here.”

Shit. I came here too early.

“Sanji said he would buy us ice cream.” Your daughter said and you looked down at her, “It’s okay we can come back another time. I should’ve asked what time was best for him, silly mommy.” You said in a light tone to cheer her up.

“Wait! There he is!” Your daughter squealed with excitement, “Hi Mr. Sanji!”

Are you crazy yelling like that in here?!

You thought with wide eyes before looking in the direction she pointed at. Her giggles of happiness immediately caught not only the blonde’s attention but also everyone else around him. The gorgeous blonde stood with three other well dressed men that almost made your mouth water. All of them turned their gaze to the direction of the noise. You noticed how Sanji gave you the most dashing smile when his eyes met with yours. The people gathered around him instantly looking you up and down as well causing you to blush.

There’s no way they’re all friends. How could that many hot people know each other? It just wasn’t real. But like… what does a woman have to do to get sandwiched between those guys am I right? Cause whatever it is I’m so down! Wait! No I couldn’t possibly that’s so wrong.

You swallowed harshly as all the men stared at you, one licking his lips almost making your knees give out. You hoped they couldn’t tell the dirty things you were thinking right now.

Your heart beating fast in your rib cage as Sanji’s loud voice gave a dramatic, “Well hello ladies.” Long arms outstretched as he walked over to greet the both of you, making the host step back to allow more room. The hotties following close behind to meet you both.

“Hi Mr.Sanji ~! It’s nice to see you again!” Your daughter’s huge smile and kindness making the blonde’s heart swell.

“Oh Princess~ you’re too kind!” He melted as he clasped his hands together in glee, “It’s so good to see you both as well, truly.”

Wow he’s a real charmer.

“Yeah, that guy said you weren’t here.” Your daughter said with a head shake and a big smile, “He’s so silly. Doesn't he know it’s not good to lie.” You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips as your daughter innocently ratted him out. Sanji raised a brow as he glanced at the older man who physically paled.

You wanted to speak but you suddenly felt like every muscle in your body was made of cinder blocks. With all of his friends suddenly staring at you and your daughter you didn’t know what to say or do.

“Oh that so?” A man with dark hair and a scar under his eye said, scratching his head with a pout and a glare as he stared at the older man.

“I guess he is the silliest huh?” Sanji said with a smile as he sensed your reaction of panic to everything. “Yeah he is.” Your daughter laughed as she ran up to hug him. Her little form going to stand in front of him with arms wide as if she’s known the man her whole life.

“Cherry you just met him!” You said in a breathy gasp, “S-sorry!” You smiled in apology trying to go to her but Sanji scooped her up in a welcomed embrace that made your heart clench.

“No worries ma chérie.” He said with a wink making your blush grow even more.

Man why is he so hot! Stop being so nice it’s killing me!

“So I bet you’re excited to try some ice cream?” Sanji asked as he gave her a hug before setting her down when she was content. “Yea super excited!” Your daughter was practically buzzing with adrenaline.

“Super excited huh? Well you’re in luck little lady cause this guy makes the best in town.” A tall man with blue hair smiled at your daughter making her giggle behind her hands cutely. He wore a navy suit that somehow still looked good with his crazy bright hair. “The name’s Franky.”

“Ooooh I can’t wait Franky!” She giggled again.

“Hey Sanji I want some ice cream too~!” The man with the scar under his eye whined as he threw an arm over Sanji’s shoulder. Dark curls bouncing as he flopped his head to the side

“I already knew you would Luffy, can’t you see I’m talking to a Princess?” He chuckled with a smile as he looked at your daughter with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Princess? Oh really what kingdom huh?” The man you assumed as Luffy asked with glee that made your daughter’s eyes sparkle before she answered, “Princess Cherry Sundae!”

“No way! I’m Luffy! King of the maf-“ his words were stopped by someone hitting him in his side, “He was gonna say King of muffins.” A man with green hair grumbled as he looked at you.

No way in hell was he gonna say muffins. What the hell is he hiding? You thought before your attention went back to the handsome green haired hunk.

He was only in a black button up with a couple loose up top, sleeves rolled up showcasing beautifully strong arms. Veins rippling as he stretched his hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Name’s Zoro.” He said staring down at you slightly.

“Uh h-hello.” You smiled, “I’m Y/N but everyone calls me Honey.”

“Honey?” He asked with a smirk that had you suddenly regret revealing your childhood nickname.

“Is that because you’re a sweet girl or you taste like honey?” Someone said making your head turn quickly, your eyes met with a taller man with red shaggy hair and sunglasses on top of his head. The burgundy jacket he wore looked like it would rip at the seams from the size of him and it made you bit your lip before you snapped out of your lustful stare.

Wait did I just hear him say that. Is he for real?But… I mean if he’s asking me then shit, I might just let him get a bite. Wait nope you’re in mother mode play nice!

“E-excuse me?” Your flustered expression was alluring to the man, your face a blush as you stared wide eyed.

“You heard me.” He smirked making you swallow harshly.

“That’s a well kept secret sir.” You answered without thinking and it made him release a loud laugh, “Well shit doll now you’ve got my full attention.” The red head smirked walking closer to get a better look at you.

“Eustass Kidd.” He said holding out a large calloused hand which you took into your small yet firm grasp.

You laughed awkwardly before glancing over to Sanji, Luffy and your daughter who were now looking at you. They hadn’t noticed your little conversation thankfully since it made you slightly embarrassed.

“Nice kid.” Luffy smiled as he ruffled her hair, “You’re gonna have some to right?”

His smile was so big you couldn’t help but match it, “N-No I couldn’t. Seeing her enjoy it is more than enough for me. Thank you though.”

You thought you were being polite but Luffy’s smile dropped instantly, “No you’re gonna have some with us.” His voice a command as he removed his arm from the blonde’s shoulder, the action and tone making Sanji glare.

Did he just tell me what to do? As a grown ass woman?

“Besides you’ll love it. He makes the best ice cream ever. So come sit with me okay?” The smile was back just as quickly as it had left earlier it almost made your head spin.

Okay I guess I’ll give it a try I mean that is why I brought my baby here in the first place it shouldn’t be to bad.

“O-okay.” You said looking down at your daughter who was just jumping for joy, “Yay! Mommy and I love~ chocolate!” She answered for you. Taking your hand and Luffy’s into her small ones.

“Cherry I’m sure he wants some space dear.” You say nervously looking at Sanji and Luffy, the blond placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him belle femme, he’s mostly harmless and means well.” Sanji smiled as his voice dripped with charm that tried to drown you. It almost did but you couldn’t help your brain from over analyzing like it always did.

Did he just say mostly harmless? The fuck does that mean? Okay exit check!

Your eyes glanced around the building briefly looking for all possible exits as Luffy lead you all to an area in the back. Your maternal instincts in full gear as two men pulled back a black curtain only to reveal a large gold table with another lion engraved into it. Huge stained glass windows made the gold on the table and chairs sparkle as well as your daughters eyes that lit up in awe.

“How rich are you people?!” She squealed making the men laugh. You thought Sanji’s friends were on their way out but I guess seeing you and your daughter pegged to much curiosity.

Sanji pulled a chair out for your daughter as he bowed saying, “For you Princess Cherry.” Your daughters giggle making your heart clench.

She looks so happy but what the hell did I get us into.

“You can sit by me.” Luffy smiles as he takes your hand and practically dragged you to the head of the table. Pulling out the seat that was on the right he motioned you to sit, “Go ahead I don’t bite.” He grinned, making Zoro scuff under his breath, “Yet.”

Do these men think they’re sneaky? I am a mother nothing flies by me and these hawk eyes, especially not that damn knife you think is so concealed.

You thought as your eyes caught a glimpse of silver poking from the bottom of Zoro’s dress pants when he sat down next to you. You sat down slowly with a smile as you glanced up at Luffy who pushed your chair in until you were comfortable.

“So what’s your name?” Luffy asked, taking his seat at the head of the table. He sat on a gold throne with velvet burgundy cushions. It was huge compared to the gold and black chairs the rest of you sat on.

“Y/N.” You say learning from your earlier mistake but quickly you heard Eustass laugh with a big grin, “Yeah but everyone calls her Honey. Isn’t that something?” He gave you a look that you haven’t seen in a long time.

Is he trying to flirt with me? Goodness no! There was no way!

“Honey! Really? I bet you’re sweet huh!” Luffy grinned with a chuckle that had Sanji pale ready to come to your defense in front of your child.

Gratefully though she didn’t understand his phrasing, “No she’s only sweet sometimes but trust me before bed time she can be a real handful.” Your daughter's comment made the table erupt in laughter while you stared at her.

“Hey~.” You grumbled with a head shake.

“She’s funny, I like her.” Luffy’s laugh was loud as his hand whipped a tear that fell from his eyes. “Sanji get these two the biggest chocolate sundaes ever okay? And for mine, surprise me!” His eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of the yummy treats.

“So how do you two know Sanji?” Luffy asked when the blonde walked away. His tone was off, like he was quizzing you but kept a smile on his face for the sake of the child in the room.

It made you shiver and you hoped he hadn’t noticed, but he did and it made his eyes flash. If that was even possible you weren’t sure but it made your heart speed up.

“We’re neighbors!” Cherry answered before you could and you nodded with a smile, “Yeah we have been for a while but we never really talked until earlier today.” You said.

“Yeah he said he’d buy us ice cream cause we’re poor.” Her choice in words made your mouth drop and eyes widen in shock.

Okay wow I really need to teach her to not spill so much! Lay it all out there, why don’t you! Goodness child!

“Oh really?” Luffy looked at your daughter who nodded, making your breath quicken in embarrassment. When his gaze turned to you again he licked his lips slowly as he eyed you up and down. Leaning back into his seat he gave a nod as he looked at you, “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that any time soon.”

You raised a brow and wondered what he meant but Sanji burst through the doors with a cheerful, “Dessert is served!”

“Yay! Thank you! This is the best day ever!” Cherry squealed and your mouth definitely watered at the sight of the delicious chocolate dessert.

I’m in a chocolate wonderland!

Sanji served everyone a dessert, knowing exactly by memory what everyone would like. Taking his seat he watched you intensely as he spoke, his slender fingers lifting a glass of red wine.

“Bon appétit.” He gestured and you blushed as your hand suddenly started to shake with his gaze on you. Grabbing your spoon you dove into the delicacy before you, your eyes widened at the taste.

Before you could stop yourself your eyes rolled back and you let out an embarrassing moan, “Mmm~!” After you realized what you did you threw a hand over your mouth in shock.

Suddenly every eye was on you, except your daughter’s, making you blush wildly. You glanced at Luffy who had a wide grin while Sanji blushed just as much as you, if not more. Franky gave a whistle at the other end of the table while Eustass and Zoro just chuckled next to you. The sound of the two large males seemed to rumble throughout the room like thunder.

No one said anything thankfully and you ate the sweet treat quickly and definitely quietly. Time passed with your daughter babbling away as Luffy asked her all types of little questions. Favorite color, favorite toy, etc. and it made time go quicker.

Not soon after you were being escorted out the door with the two owners and Eustass. Zoro and Franky had gone to the restaurant's bar after having their desserts.

“Thank you so much for everything.” You thanked with a smile as you stepped outside.

“Absolutely it was my pleasure.” Sanji replied with a hand to his heart and a toothy grin. His eyes were so bright they looked like they could turn to hearts if it were humanly possible.

“I told you he makes the best in town!” Luffy grinned.

“Wow, that's a cool car!” Your daughter shouted, gaining your attention as she tugged on your hand.

Your eyes widening at the bright red Lamborghini that the valet stepped out of. A huge skull with red hair, goggles and fire in the back adorned the hood. The design was shining brightly on the exotic car and it made you nod, “Yeah that’s definitely something.”

“Yeah maybe you can see the backseat someday.” Eustass’ husky voice whispered in your ear as he walked by with a wave that your daughter returned with glee. You gulped as you watched him drive off as if he didn’t just whisper that to you.

“Damn brute.” Sanji grumbled under his breath as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from inside his suit jacket.

“Shishishi!” Luffy laughed with a wide grin, “Well it was really nice meeting you guys.”

“I can say the same. Thank you really, it was great.” You thanked again, making both the men nod.

“No problem, you can pay me back.” Luffy smirked, making Sanji glance at him in curiosity.

“No she can’t.” Your daughter said simply, causing Luffy to laugh, “That’s fine there’s other ways besides money to pay someone back.” Luffy had a lopsided grin on his face as he looked you up and down.

“Oh okay! Like a job, then mommy can pay you back!” Your daughter said after having a thoughtful expression. Her words made your heart quicken, goodness why was she so open!

“You know what Cherry I knew I liked you for a reason!” Luffy laughed as he bent down to ruffle her hair before his eyes locked with yours. There was a dark look in his eyes that made you feel some type of way.

After being stared at all day it was getting to you, a heat forming in the pit of your stomach. It’s been far too long since you took care of yourself intimately. Getting so wrapped up in your new role of single motherhood makes you neglect other parts of your life. It was becoming too much. All the little comments they were making, their hungry gazes, what have you gotten yourself into!

“I’ll see you soon then Honey. I’ll have Sanji give you the details soon.” He smiled.

You stuttered out without thinking, “I couldn’t possibly work here. I don't even have nice enough stuff for a place like this.” Your face flushed at your embarrassing words.

“Don’t worry about that.” Luffy grinned before stretching a hand to point behind you at the black suv that pulled up.

A man with curly hair that was pulled back in a ponytail opened the door with a big smile. “Your ride ladies.” His nose was long and you instantly thought of ways to use it as his chocolate skin glowed in the sunlight.

Luffy wore a grin as he stared at your shocked expression, the sound of Sanji’s lighter being heard next to him. “We’ll see you soon.” The blond said with a smile.

Luffy licked his lips as he spoke, “Hey Y/N if you ever need anything just let Sanji know. And I mean anything and it’s on us.”

ONE PIECE (2023) Mackenyu as Roronoa Zoro

mommy natasha relentlessly fucking your little pussy😊

Dr. Romanoff

Gynaecologist Natasha Romanoff × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Dark! Natasha, G!p Natasha, dub-con, fingering, speculum, breeding kink, crying kink, degradation ans praise kink, dub-con, mean and nice Natasha, restraints, doctor kink, mommy kink, possessive Natasha,

A/n: NO PLOT JUST SMUT, not proofread, so sorry if there's any mistakes. Enjoy<3

"Open your legs, baby, let me examine your princess parts." Her voice hypnotised you with its husky tone. Natasha leans in, her deep green eyes pricing into your soul. Dr. Romanoff was your favourite doctor. she always made you feel so good. You slowly open legs your to reveal your sensitive, wet pussy, you put your feet into the side slots. As you comply, Natasha's eyes wander over your exposed pussy, glistening with your arousal. Your labia is swollen and plump, just begging to be touched. Natasha's gaze lingers on your exposed cunt. Her fingers slide gently through your folds, spreading your moisture around, causing a shiver to run down your spine and a little moan to tumble from your lips. She admires the pink of your sex wanting to destroy your cute pussy.

"Mmm, you're quite the dirty girl, aren't you?" Natasha purrs as she circles your clitoris eliciting a moan from deep within you. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded. "You're always so wet and eager for me" Her fingers massaging your clit with expert precision. "Yes, mommy, for you only"

Natasha slowly inserts the tip of her glove covered finger into your dripping pussy. After gauging your response, she begins to slowly circle her finger inside, massaging your walls and collecting more of your wetness. Her finger continues to circle inside of you, pumping in and out, filling you up. "You're very tight. Doll have been using the toys I gave you?" You shaked your head no. "No, I'm sorry, Mommy! I tried, but it's too scary. I want you not silicone and plastic."

"Well, let's see if we can't loosen you up a bit," Natasha murmurs, adding a second finger to the mix. her fingers finding just the right rhythm inside you. Natasha brings her over hand to your clit and added pressure on the swollen thing as she continues to stretch you with her fingers.

"You're such a slut for your doctor... maybe I should make you my personal fucktoy, hm?" You eyes rolled to the back of your head as increases the force of her thrusting, her fingers curling deeper inside you as she hits your sweet spot over and over, making you moan and quiver beneath her touch. "Gonna cum mommy." You moaned out. "You can cum baby drench mommy's fingers." Natasha groans, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh as your muscles tighten around them, you screamed with pleasure. "Ahh, there you go," Natasha purrs, her fingers continuing to probe and stimulate your sensitive g-spot as you cum. "That's a good girl." She helped you ride out your high, pulling her fingers out from your greedy cunt that pulled her in. Natasha watches as your juices drip from her fingers, a wicked grin spreading across her features. "You filthy, little whore" she murmurs.

She licks her fingers clean, her tongue swirling around the remnants of your orgasm. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mix of satisfaction and arrogant dominance. She shuffles closer to you on her rollie chair and wraps her muscular arms around your plush thighs and pulls you down on the exam table drawing your pussy closer to her face. You whimper, knowing what was going to happen next. She placed a soft kiss onto your inner thigh. "Mommy, please, I'm sensitive." Natasha chuckles darkly at your plea, the sound vibrating against your swollen nub. She didn't care. She dove right in. Feeling the warm, wet tongue against your sensitive folds, Natasha continues her assault on your sensitive flesh. Her tongue delves deeper, seeking out every last drop of your arousal while her other hand returns to play with your clit. Natasha's fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as she continues her onslaught. Her tongue laps up every last drop of your sweet juices. Your fingers dig into the table, legs aggressively shaking. You chest heaved, face screwed shut at the immense pleasure. As you climax, Natasha doesn't relent, continuing to torment your sensitive nerves until you're forced to cum hard. She catches the essence of your orgasm on her tongue, savouring the taste of power and control, licking up the sweet nectar like a hungry animal.

She pulled away. your slick smothered all over her face. She stood up and leaned down in between your legs. Her breath fanning across your face. "Clean up your mess." You began to lick your doctors face. Natasha's lips part slightly at the corners, a soft moan escaping from her throat as you clean her face with your warm, wet tongue. She watches you with lust-filled eyes, her body trembling slightly as she tries to keep herself under control. You were the perfect little thing, the perfect object for pleasure. "Now your abit loosened up and I've already felt for anything in your little cunt," she kissed your forehead. "Let me get the speculum."

She saw the fear flash in your pure eyes. You hated the speculum. It was big and was uncomfortable. It's the whole reason Natasha tried loosening you up every appointment to a point where you could take it comfortably, so it wouldn't hurt you. "Mommy, no, please." You begged. She interlocked her fingers with yours and kissed your lips gently.

"Please, for me, don't you love me? Plus, if you can't take the speculum, you definitely wouldn't be able to take my dick, be a good girl."

Hesitation flashed through your eyes. But it was for her, and you wanted to make her proud. "Fine. But only for you, Mommy." You said. She smiled and kissed your plump, sweet lips again.

"That's a good girl." She whisped into your ear.

"This might be a bit cold," she warned, gently spreading your labia apart with one hand before slowly inserting the speculum. "Breathe through it," she instructed softly, watching your reactions closely. "And tell me if it hurts." As Natasha gently inserts the speculum into your soaked pussy, her fingers curling around the entrance to stretch your opening wider before sliding the device inside. Her other hand rests on your stomach, feeling the movements of your insides through your skin. Natasha watched as the speculum slid effortlessly into your pussy, revealing a deep, quivering hole that begged for her touch. She grinned with renewed excitement, knowing that this was just the beginning of what she could do to you.

It hurt a bit. A few tears sprung up in your eyes neck, and apart from that, it was okayish just very uncomfortable. Natasha stroked your stomach. "Good girl, taking it so well for Mommy."

After checking your pussy Natasha's slowly pulled the steel instrument out, now covered in your sweet honey. She saw how you pussy slightly gaped at the disappearance. Your hole begged to be filled. Some snapped inside her, and she placed the speculum down on the table next to you guys and started strapping your legs down to the table. "What? Fuck Natasha? What the hell are you do - " You were cut off by a harsh slap to the face, a whimpered fell from your lips as salty tears immediately fell. "Don't question me, and you know i don't like you swearing." She said in a harsh tone.

"Today's the day you take my cock like the slut I know you are."

Your eyes widened in fear. Desperately, you tried to wriggle away, but you were helpless.

"Natasha, no!" You cried out. You were so vulnerable towards the redhead. She slapped your inner thigh hard.

"What's my name." Natasha stared at you deeply. It felt like her gaze was eating you up. You knew had messed up.

"M-mommy." You stuttered out trying to save yourself before it was too late.

"That's a good girl, no more whining, or I'll make it worse." Two of her fingers came down to graze your asshole, rubbing the tight ring of muscle, hinting at the terrors she would do to your unused ass.

You nodded, submitting. There was a point of fighting the successful women she was way too powerful. You look down at her member. It stood tall and proud, the grith was deadly, and the size was just all too much.

"I don't think I can take that."

"You can, and you will." She responded.

Her hands went down to hold your hips in a strong grip. Natasha's eyes never left yours as she began to push forward, slowly introducing her cock into your tight, unyielding hole. The sensation was both exhilarating and degrading, causing a mix of pleasure and humiliation to wash over you. With one powerful thrust, Natasha pushed the rest of her length into your soaking heat. The thick, veiny shaft filled you up completely, stretching you to your limits. She groaned deeply, relishing the feeling of being so deep inside you. You immediately screamed in pain mixed with pleasure, tears returning.

"That's it, baby. Let it out," Natasha encouraged, her fingers curling into your soft skin as she began to move inside you. Her thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into your untouched depths. Your body shook.

"Too much?" Natasha teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded frantically. With a low moan, Natasha picked up the pace even more, her hips slamming against yours in a primal dance. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful."

You attempted to escape, but the restraints were too strong. Her cock continued to pound into you, each thrust hitting a little deeper and a little harder. She was relentlessly you sobbed underneath ner. She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "There's nowhere to run, baby. You're mine now."

"H-hurts." Your voice came small. "Good," Natasha purred, her voice vibrating against your skin. She liked it when you'd squirm like that. It makes me feel powerful. She reached down between your legs, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of thighs, causing your hips to buckle.

"There's my good girl," Natasha cooed, her hips thrusting harder into you. "You like that? Want more?"

You shaked your head no.

"Mommy, please."

She didn't listen. She continued her abuse. "You're mine," Natasha groaned, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Say it!" She ordered, her voice thick with lust. As your walls stretched to accommodate her large cock inside your velvety walls pleasure quickly took over.

"Y-yours." You moaned out.

"That's right," she hissed, her teeth nipping at your neck. "Tell me how much you love it."

"So much." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Tears of pleasure filled your eyes, rolling down your flustered cheeks.

"Aww, is it that good? You have to cry, baby? Yeah, cry like a the dirty bitch you are." Your crying only added to Natashas lust, your tears of pleasure sent her wild.

Your eyes rolled to the back of the head in pleasure, your moan echoing throughout the empty clinic.

"Such a dirty flesh light." She spit on your face, her slavia rolling down your cheek.

The degradation from her only fueled you more, your walls tightening ever tighter around her. "Oh fuck," Natasha moaned. "So fucking tight." She ground her hips against you.

As she fucked you, you became a mindless whore the only thing giving you life was her. Her cock using you hole as a pice of meat, pounding into you for such a long time. You drooled, mind not responsive nor there, all you could do was moan and quiver beneath the intoxicating. woman. The way your pussy felt was amazing Natasha couldn't last for as long as he usually could.

"Yes!" Natasha screamed, her orgasm washing over her. "I want to breed you," she panted, her heart racing. "I want to claim you completely."

You were too dumb down to respond.Natasha moaned as she held herself deep inside you, feeling the walls of your womb clenching around her. Your orgasm came crashing over you like a tidal wave, you screamed with pleasure, shaking uncontrollably. "Yes!" Natasha moaned her orgasm washing over her. "I want to breed you," she panted, her heart racing. "I want to claim you completely." As the last few drops of Natasha's seed filled you up, she let out a long, satisfied moan. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes still locked on yours. "You're the perfect breeding bitch."

As your juices mixed with her own, Natasha felt herself reaching another climax. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "I'm cumming again." She pushed deeper into you, feeling her seed pouring into the depths of your womb once more.

With a soft groan, Natasha pulled out of you, her eyes still filled with lust and possession. She leaned down, kissing your neck gently. "Such a dirty little secret," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "But I love every bit of it."

She peppered kisses all of your face, you were barely conscious, your orgasm hitting you so hard it weared you out.

"Good girl." She met your drowsy eyes, and before they closed into a peaceful slumber, her voice rung through your eyes, almost pushing you faster.

"Mine."

That’s Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. That’s because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.

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Headcanons

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase w/Shy Sister!Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase w/Daughter of Aphrodite Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Jason Grace Headcanons (General)

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🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase Headcanons (General)

Imagines

coming soon…

Drabbles

🌊 Protective Brother | Yan Platonic!Percy Jackson

Yandere Profile

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Reactions

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Love Letters

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson (Romantic)

🌊 Yandere Percy Jackson | Prompts 3, 4, 12, 26

🌊 Yandere Annabeth Chase (Romantic)

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⚡ Yandere Apollo/Eros Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

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⚡ Yandere Dionysus Headcanons (General)

⚡ Yandere Artemis Headcanons (General)

⚡ Yandere Eros Headcanons (General)

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⚡ Yandere Apollo and Ares w/Pregnant!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

⚡ Yandere Icarus Headcanons (General)

⚡ Yandere Artemis/Athena Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

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Imagines

⚡ Escape | Yandere Hermes

⚡ First Time | Yandere Ares

⚡ Mama | Yandere Artemis

⚡ Forced Love | Yandere Eros

⚡ A Flower in the Winter | Yandere Demeter

⚡ One Destiny, One Beauty | Yandere Aphrodite

Yandere Profile

⚡️ Yandere Greek Gods Profile - I

⚡️ Yandere Greek Gods Profile - II

⚡️ Yandere Greek Heroes - Profile

Emoji Prompt

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Love Letters

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⚡️ Yandere Ares (Romantic)

⚡️Yandere Hera (Platonic)

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NSFW Alphabets

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Reactions

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Concepts

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⚡️Yan!Mama Hera vs Yandere Apollo

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The holidays can be stressful

TBOSAS CRACK! TAKE: ✨HIMBO CORYO SNOW✨

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So I was drinking and talking with my friends about TBOSAS yesterday and I remember one of them joking and saying something about how the story would’ve been so much different if Coryo Snow had the same ✨goofball energy✨ as Tom Blyth (his actor).😂

I think I choked on my drink on that one, ‘cuz imagine thee Coriolanus Snow (Le Poor Cabbage Boy) with the same himbo goofball energy and carefree attitude as Tom Blyth. The Hunger Games would’ve died right there and then. Heck! Dr. Gaul would rather feed herself to her mutts or die from aneurysm than consider Himbo!Coryo as her apparent heir and apprentice.

Also, Dean Highbottom would probably be too busy dying inside whenever he sees a happy Coryo Snow smiling and skipping like an idiot while hanging out with his genuine BFF, Sejanus Plinth.🤣

Dean Highbottom be like:

Casca: *is drunk AF* Oh Panem, why am I even here? Just to suffer-

Coryo: ✨Good morning✨❤️, Sir! I hope you’re having a great day today. *waves like an idiot*😊

Casca: Fml. The bane of my existence is here again.😩

Coryo: My dear friend Sejanus gave me some chocolate cookies earlier. Do you want to try one, Sir? They’re very delicious~.🥰

Casca: *dumbfounded* How the heck are you even Crassus Xanthos Snow’s son?!

Coryo: Well, people say that I look like him. So yeah, I am his son.😀

Casca: No you ain’t! You’re too nice and too happy to be his! So you must’ve been adopted!

Coryo: But sir, I really am his son.🥺

Casca: Please just tell me you were adopted-

Coryo: But sir-

Casca: Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me! Please, I beg you!!😭🔪

Coryo: Sejanus! Sej, help! The Dean is drunk again! He’s saying weird things to me!

Sejanus: I’m on my way, my love- I mean, ✨bestie✨!😘

One Piece Men Dealing with a Dangerously Reckless S/O

context: by dangerously reckless I mean someone who never has a second thought about throwing themselves in harms way and doesn't care what it does to them

t/w: passive suicidality, self harm? (better safe than sorry) angst. Mentions of blood, injury, and death

LAW

It'd probably lead to a big argument where he threatens to kick you off his crew because losing you would legitimately be the death of him. He can't lose anymore people he loves to violence. When Bepo tells Law you didn't even hesitate to plunge into a thicket of razor wire to help your crew mates escape, it doesn't read as admirable to him. It reminds him too much of himself on Spider Miles. After he gets your side of the story, which pretty much confirms it, he doesn't talk to you at all while he cleans the mud and blood from your skin and stitches the slashes that cover you from head to toe. Normally, even if you've fallen asleep, he talks you through your treatment, but not after your stunts. He's that...scared? Angry? Distraught might be the right word. Every time you do something like this, he's speechless because his thoughts are racing with the reality of losing you. He feels sick to his stomach. On nights like these, he doesn't know whether to sleep far away from you or hold you so close to him you can't breathe.

LUFFY

At first, Luffy doesn't care. He has the utmost faith in his crew, and they put themselves in harms way all the time! Getting injured is just being a pirate sometimes! That's pre-timeskip. Post-timeskip Luffy still has a lot of faith in his crew and a lot of faith in his ability to protect his crew, but he's...different. He believes things are always going to work out no matter what and if they don't he'll make them, but sometimes he wakes up in the middle of night and stares at you, tracing all the scars you've gotten from one fight or another. And then the what-ifs begin to creep in and the nightmares start. After literally diving into a sea king to retrieve Nami's log pose and Chopper has patched you up yet again, you wake up to Luffy calling out for you in his sleep, sweat dampening his hair and his face twisted in fear. You soothe and shush him until his breathing evens out, but he holds you tighter still. It's not in his nature to "bench you" or doubt your strength just because he's in love with you. That would be controlling and doubting you, and he would never do that. But that doesn't mean Zoro and Sanji don't take notice, even if Luffy won't say anything they make it extremely hard for you to pull off any careless "heroics."

ZORO

Much like Luffy, Zoro doesn't think much of it for a while for the same reason. This is the guy that was completely ready to cut his own legs off, after all. But that doesn't mean it doesn't concern him, especially because you don't seem to have a rhyme or reason for all the shit you pull. And he would say something to you about it. Maybe not directly after you jumped straight into Marine gunfire to cover a little girl, he just wants you to be alive at that point. But after days of taking care of you as your wounds slowly heal, after he's certain you're not going anywhere this time, he'd make sure the two of you are somewhere alone and quiet to talk. As far as Zoro's concerned not going down without a fight is completely fine, dying for your dream isn't considered giving it up, but acting like it isn't a possibility is stupid. And he'd tell you as much. For most of this he wouldn't be able to look at you, just because if he does fear is going to take hold of him, but for that last bit he would. Zoro would search your eyes hoping you understand what he's saying. He'll tie you to the ship if he has to, he'd do anything if it saves you from being so stupid as to forfeit your dreams.

SABO

Dying for the cause is par for the course. It's a grim reality that Sabo begrudgingly accepts, although he does have a bit of youthful naivety that it won't ever happen to anyone. He won't ever believe the revolution isn't worth it, but you do make him question it for the first time. He loves you so much he has to compare you to the whole world for a moment, and that's one of the worst thoughts he's ever had. Because the whole world still wins. The guilt would eat him alive until he blows up (somewhat literally) at you for drinking the last of a rare poison to keep it out of the enemy's hands. Angry tears roll down Sabo's cheeks. When he yells at you, he's shaking with anger and fear. It's not up to him, but he doesn't object when you're completely benched while you recover and for a little longer after that. It takes a while for him to no longer angry and scared out of his mind, but once he is he's back to himself. If can visit you every day he will. He has hope for the world's future, and hope for yours too. He's not leaving either behind.

Hello lovely,

I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)

Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky

Please. That would be nice.

Take care honey

oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰

Love Hurts

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+

Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.

It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.

It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.

That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.

“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.

“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.

He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.

“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.

He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.

“Not really.” He admitted.

You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.

You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”

His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.

“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.

“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.

But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Like what?”

You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?

“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.

“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.

“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”

“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.

“No, no Buck listen—”

That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.

“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”

You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.

“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.

Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.

He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.

Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.

“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.

Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.

“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.

You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.

“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.

Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.

Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.

“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.

“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.

Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.

“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”

Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.

“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.

Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.

“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.

Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.

“Bucky I—”

“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.

“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.

You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.

“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.

Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.

He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.

“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.

You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.

“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.

Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.

“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.

Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.

God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.

You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.

Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.

You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.

"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.

He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.

Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.

“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.

Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.

“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.

Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.

“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.

You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.

“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.

Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.

“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.

You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.

Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.

“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”

You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.

“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.

Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”

“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.

His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.

Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.

Yeah… just one more day.

You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.

Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.

You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.

The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.

You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.

You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.

Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.

You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.

You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.

You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.

You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.

Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.

You furrowed your brows, looking him over.

“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.

You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.

“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.

You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.

“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.

You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.

“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.

He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.

You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.

Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.

Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.

“He hates me.” You mumbled.

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.

“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”

You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.

“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.

Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.

You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.

He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.

He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.

Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.

“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.

“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”

He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.

Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.

Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.

“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.

“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.

You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?

“Then why?”

“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.

The anger was approaching.

“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.

He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.

“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”

You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.

You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.

“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.

You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.

“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”

You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.

“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.

It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.

“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.

“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.

“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.

“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.

“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.

“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.

Like he could finally breath.

“Why?” He wondered.

You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.

“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.

“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.

You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.

“Never again— I promise.”

This time, he wouldn’t break it.

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