#I came inside trying not to cry and told my partner and they just laughed a little and went “Oh honey. It's okay.”

[thesaltyace]

I am SO ANGRY.

I should have pulled out of the garage to open the back hatch. But I opened the hatch while it was inside. Which was actually fine. The garage door was open, plenty of room.

But then I hit the button to close the garage door. While the hatch was still open. And now I have a huge scrape in the paint, down to metal, on the hatch. 🫠

I can't even right now. I'm so angry I could cry.

#The one positive thing is that I realized my home truly is a safe space #I came inside trying not to cry and told my partner and they just laughed a little and went “Oh honey. It's okay.” #And I realized I was holding back tears because I was genuinely upset at my mistake and not because I feared anyone else's reaction #And then I got hit with a whole nother wave of emotions at that realization #So anyway I brought my partner outside to show the damage and we both cringed and then went back inside and immediately started joking #And in writing all this out I'm also shocked to realize I never felt the urge to apologize either #Because it's understood that of course it was an accident and I already feel terrible about it #So like at least I've learned that I have in fact healed from my childhood quite a lot

[ughsimpp]

ATEEZ reaction when you hand him a couples toy

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I’m back for now but not sure if i’m officially back yet LOL but i miss y’all, hopefully y’all miss me (more like miss my post)

Hongjoong

You handed him a small box, he was puzzled when you had a gift prepared. He opened it and his eyes went wide. You bought a vibrator toy, it was the ones where you give your partner the remote and they can control the vibrations or speed of the toy that you’re wearing. You weren’t sure if he knew exactly what it was but the second you were about speak he handed you the toy.

“Go put this in.”

You grabbed it from him and was about to go into to the bathroom but he stopped you and told you to just do it in front of him. You removed your shorts and sat down on the couch, slowly inserted it in. It was cold to the touch but as soon as you moved your hand, you felt an automatic vibration. It was vibrating inside like crazy. You were gasping and whining at the sudden sensation. You felt it stop as Hongjoong walked closer to you, having that smug expression on his face.

“This is fun don’t you think? Why don’t we try it again a few more times mhm?”

Seonghwa

You and Seonghwa were getting ready for a date. You were still doing your makeup as Seonghwa was waiting in the bedroom. He waited until you were done and you came out wearing a black dress, showing off your curves. He was at an awe, he walked towards you and leaned in for a kiss. You both headed out and head to the restaurant. You both sat in the car for a bit so you thought it would be a good idea to hand him something, a remote.

"What's this?"

You sat quietly as he looked at the small remote. Confused as ever, he turned it on but noting was happening, that was until he looked up at you and you were squirming uncontrollably, you were breathing heavily as it it finally clicked in his head on what you handed him. Hwa had such a cheeky look on his face. You put yourself in this position so had to take advantage of this.

"Oh baby, you should have never handed me something so powerful."

Yunho

Yunho was sitting on the couch as you walked up to him. He figured you were up to something since you had that innocent but smug look on your face. You sat next to him and tossed him a remote, he looked at the remote and wondered was it for. You told him to turn it on as he did. You softly moaned as his eyes widen.

"Is this what I think it is?"

You nodded as he laughed, getting red from his cheeks to his ears. You whined for him to stop laughing. He tried to clam himself down but saw you making that 'face', he kissed your forehead and gave you a smile but soon that smile became a smirk. He tugged with the remote as you felt the vibration go faster. Your moans got louder as the toy repeatedly hit your sweet spot. Yunho turned it off and picked you up, heading to the bedroom.

"Let's put this toy to the test mhm?"

Yeosang

You and Yeosang's anniversary was tonight, he gifted things like new beauty products, snacks that you've been craving and a fuzzy blanket. As you handed him his present, he was excited. It was the jacket he's been wanting and matching pjs. There was a last gift at the bottom, he opened it and saw a remote. He asked you what it was for but you didn't say much but just for him to turn it on. He did but nothing happened, he put it on full max but still nothing.

"What is this for baby?"

Confused as he was, he looked at you and you were on the verge of crying, wasn't expecting him to put it on the max. You moaned his name to turn it off so you can speak up. His eyes widen as you told him and you coming down from your high. Him being cheeky as ever, he toyed with it again, turning it off and on. He was getting heated from hearing your whimpers and just the state you were in.

"I wonder how long you can last like this before you beg me to fuck you."

San

San, the sweet boy he is, never thought of doing more than missionary in bed. You thought it was time for him to explore. You ordered a toy online as it was gonna arrive in two days. You forgot about it coming in until you saw his text that you had a package. You rushed home and busted through the door, seeing him holding the box.

"Is this for us?"

You blushed from embarrassment and nodded, your eyes were down as San laughed. You thought he may think it was something stupid and a waste of money but you felt him pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was hot as you felt something pressing against you. You pulled back as saw his bulge growing. He led you to the bedroom and pushed you down onto the bed. His eyes changed, normally they'll be sweet and kind but this time it was as if he was hungry.

"I can do a much better job than that little toy of yours."

Mingi

You and Mingi were roaming the outlet mall, shopping for clothes and what not. You told him you'll be right back and he nodded. You walked into a sex store and stopped at the vibrator section. Sex with him was amazing as always but You were thinking about getting something to spice things up. You paid and went back to Mingi who was standing outside. As you both got home, we rushed to the bedroom called him over. He walked over to you as you handed him the box. His eyes widen as he blushed.

"Is this what you went to go grab earlier? And you wanna try it now?"

You nodded and tried to look innocent but Mingi knew that face. He took off his glasses and smirked, you knew that look so you squealed and got on the bed. Excited to try something new but little did you know, Mingi had other plans with your "new toy". You felt something small and cold vibrating inside but in seconds felt him inside you as well. You gasped loudly and was unable to speak. Mingi was satisfied on how you looked beneath him. You looked at him with those innocent eyes again as he spoke.

"Fuck...don't try to be innocent with me now. Be a good girl, I know you can take it."

Wooyoung

You and Woo were sitting on the couch as you will on a usual Saturday. He was invested in the new K-drama 'Marry My Husband' while you on the other hand was horny and feeling uncomfortable. You had a little dirty secret and he wasn't aware of it. As the episode ended he asked for the remote to play the next part but instead of giving him to TV remote you had him something else. He didn't realize it and pressed the button as you moaned, catching him off guard. He pressed the button once more as you calmed down.

"Are wearing something, as in like a vibrator?"

He didn't know what to say but you nodded, struggling to ask him to turn it on again. He smiled as he finished his drink, leaning closer to you as you looked away. His cheeky smile creeped up as his hand went up your shirt, removing it as the cold air touched your nipples. You moan as he kissed one side and played with the other, unknowingly he grabbed the remote and turned it on, you gasped and moaned loudly. He smiled as you looked at him with teary eyes.

"Aw why is my baby crying? Don't worry I'll take care of you but first let me play with you first."

Jongho

On your honeymoon in Italy, you and Jongho were enjoying your night with a fancy dinner and beautiful Italian music. Your evening was perfect as Jongho had a surprise planned. You weren't expecting something but you also had a surprise for him too, before heading back to the hotel, you both stopped at a nearby coffee shop. You got two Iced Americano and headed out. Walked into the room and saw a the bed covered in roses, bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne with chocolate covered strawberries on the side table. You were surprised and gave him a kiss.

"I got a surprise for you too."

He wasn't expecting you to have anything prepared. You handed him a box as he opened and saw a vibrator with a remote. He looked at you as you tried to look away. Wasn't sure if he'll know what to do with it but you soon felt his lips on yours. He pushed you down onto the bed with your lips still attached to each other. He kissed down to your neck and chest. You felt his bulge growing as he pulled away, giving you the sexiest look ever.

"I appreciate the gift but tonight I don't think we'll need it, right now I just wanna fuck you."

#ateez #atiny #hongjoong #san #seonghwa #mingi #wooyoung #yunho #yeosang #jongho #ateez smut #ateez reaction #ughsimpp

[sarahmysweetie]

You called

Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by @rafecgf : heey, can you do one with "you came" "you called" pls i need it 😭

Hii thank you so much for the request i love this prompt! Sorry that it took me long to write this but i hope you like this<3

Summary: You get in trouble and call Rafe for help. Luckily your boyfriend is always ready to drop everything for you.

Warnings: swearing, violence

Rocks crunch under my shoes as i walk along the sidewalk. I was just hanging out with my friends at the beach and now I'm walking back home. It's getting late and i check my phone. Rafe is still at that business meeting. My boyfriend and Ward invited some "future partner of Cameron Development" to Tanneyhill. I don't really know what's going on but Rafe told me that it's "an important partnership" and "the next step". He seemed excited so i think it's an important meeting. That's why i haven't texted or disturbed him tonight.

My bikinitop is still a bit wet, but the sun has dried it a little. I put on mini denimshorts before i left the beach and threw on an light button-down. I left the buttons undone, because it's a really warm evening even though the sun is already setting. Two shirtless dudes walk towards me, but before they pass me i see their eyes glance over my body.

"Slut", the brunette guy says to the blond one. They laugh and i spin around.

"Excuse me?" i ask. They turn around smirking.

"Oh i just meant that you're dressed like a fucking hooker", the brunet says. I've seen them at the golf club but i don't know their names. They're not even wearing a shirt and they're accusing me of walking around wearing a bikinitop? I'm too stunned to say anything at first.

"And you're a fucking dick", i say. I turn around again, trying to walk away but suddenly i feel a hand grab my wrist. Panic shoots through me immediately.

"Shut the fuck up. Walking around looking like that you're basically asking for it", the blond says. He is squeezing my wrist tight as i try to loosen his grip. No chance.

"Let go of me", i shout. The blond guy grabs my other wrist too, holding me tighter. The brunet glances over his shoulders quickly and then covers my mouth with his hand.

"Shh shh", he shushes me and i feel tears forming in my eyes. I want to travel back in time and just keep walking when he said that nasty thing about me.

"Okay okay i'm sorry", i say desperately, my voice muffled by his hand.

"You know what we do to bitches who run their mouth at us?" the guy who's covering my mouth says threateningly. His face inches closer to mine as i try to lean away from him.

"M-my boyfriend is on his way here", i cry. That's not true but i'm trying to scare these guys away. The brunet looks at the blonde one. Trying to figure out what to do with me. Please just let me go.

Next thing i do is a fatal mistake. I yank my body, trying to get my wrists free. I manage to escape from the blond one's grip and try to run away. The guys yell and grab my arm. I feel nails digging into my skin. I turn around and see the blond boy holding me tight.

"Just please leave me alone and i won't tell anyone", i cry and plead. I close my eyes shut. I hate that they're touching me, i hate that i'm not home right now, i hate that i ever said anything to them. Suddenly i feel the guys jumping away from me. I open my eyes and see an old man on the other side of the road, looking at us from his frontdoor.

"Fuck, we gotta go", the brunet says and they start running. I look at the man with tears streaming down my cheeks. He looks at me but then goes back inside, closing the door. I don't waste time. I start running as fast as i can, trying to get as far away from those guys as possible. After a while i can't breathe anymore. My chest hurts and i double over, trying to get some air into my lungs. I turn to look behind me. No sign of the guys. I'm nowhere near my house, i ran into the opposite direction. I pull my phone out of my pocket with shaky hands. Rafe's meeting still hasn't ended. I press my eyes shut and close my phone, tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't want to disturb Rafe's meeting, i know how important it is. I take in a shaky breath. I need him, i need to get home, i need to feel safe. I open my phone again and call Rafe with trembling hands.

Rafe's pov:

"I want to thank you again for inviting me to your home", our new business partner says.

"Thank you for wanting to cooperate with Cameron Development", Ward smiles and stands up from his seat for a moment to shake his hand.

"Should we discuss our next project now?" i ask and spread a few papers on the table. Before anyone can answer, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket.

"I'm sorry", i say and grab my phone to silence it. Y/n is calling. I know she knows that i'm having a meeting so she wouldn't call me just for fun. Is she okay?

"I'm so sorry i have to take this", i stand up. I can see my dad looking at me like i'm crazy but i walk to the living room. I answer the call and press the phone to my ear.

"Hi honey are you okay?" i ask. First i don't hear anything on the line, but then i hear her shaky breath.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting Rafe, b-but something happened."

"No don't worry, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" my heartbeat rises. I'm starting to get worried.

"These guys they just- i know it was my fault i shouldn't have said anything- a-and now i'm far away from home and i'm so scared", i can hear her crying.

"Share your location and i'll be right there honey don't worry", i tell her.

"Okay Rafe", she sniffs and the call ends. After a second, she sends me her live location. I grab my car keys and rush back to the dining room.

"I'm so sorry but i have to go now, it's an emergency", i explain.

"But Rafe-", dad doesn't get to finish his sentence when i rush out.

Y/n's pov:

I'm sitting on the edge of the sidewalk when i finally hear a car coming. I lift my head up and see Rafe's car stopping almost right in front of me. Rafe jumps off the car, wearing nice clothes, rushing to me. A wave of relief washes over me when i see his face.

"You came", i say in between sobs and look at him as he kneels down and wraps his arms around me.

"You called", he whispers and hugs me tightly. I cling on to him like he's my anchor, my face glistening with tears. Rafe lifts me up back to my feet, still holding my body close to his. When he lets go of me, he eyes me up and down, searching for any kind of injury.

"Are you hurt?", he asks. I can hear the worry in his voice.

"My arm hurts but i'm fine", i say quietly and he grabs my arm. For a second it reminds me of the guys, grabbing my arm and wrists. But Rafe's touch feels different, it feels familiar. He touches me like he always has; gently and softly. He inspects my arm, stroking the nail marks. His face is filled with sadness and worry.

"Who did this to you?"

We get in the car and Rafe starts it. I put on my seatbelt and untangle my hair with my fingers.

"There is a hairbrush in the glove compartment", Rafe tells me. I open it and grab the hairbrush. Rafe always has everything i need in his car and in his room. That's one thing i love about him; he always thinks about me and buys these things for his car in case i need them.

"What happened?" he asks as we start moving. I sigh.

"These guys walked past me and called me a slut for wearing a bikinitop."

"What? Do you know them?" Rafe frowns.

"No! I mean i've seen them at the golfclub but i don't know their names and i'm pretty sure they don't know me either. But anyways, then i said excuse me and they got mad. They grabbed me and yelled at me and i tried to escape but they got me again and i begged for them to let me go and then finally some old man opened his door and the guys got scared and ran away", i ramble. I feel tears forming in my eyes again.

"A-and i know that i shouldn't have said anything to them i was so dumb i should've just kept walking", i look down as my voice gets quieter with every word, tears falling down my cheeks. Rafe puts his hand on my thigh, stroking it with his thumb.

"Honey i'm so sorry that you had to go through that but it was absolutely not your fault, you gotta understand that okay?" his voice is gentle but strict.

"They had no right to say that thing about you in the first place, and they had no right to hurt and scare you", Rafe keeps talking. I nod.

"I'm sorry for ruining your meeting", i turn my face to look at him.

"You ruined nothing", he gives me a smile.

"You wanna stay with me tonight?" he asks.

"Of course i do", i say quietly, finally breaking into a small smile.

I'm laying on Rafe's bed, wearing comfortable clothes.

"Thank you for coming to get me", i say.

"Of course i did", he says as he looks for the tv remote. He finds it and throws it on the bed. I stand up and walk to him. I put my hand on the back of his neck, lowering his head so i can press my lips to his. He kisses me back, holding my cheek. His other hand is on my back. When i break the kiss, he smiles down at me.

"Okay", Rafe says and pecks my forehead.

"You go lie down and i'll get us some ice cream from downstairs." I sit back on the bed and grab the remote and start to browse for a film to watch.

"You know i love you very much", he says before he leaves. I turn my face from the tv screen and look at his face.

"I know sweetie. I love you too", i smile. He smiles back at me.

"Okay mint chocolate chip or cookie dough?"

"Always cookie dough."

"I'll be right back, you pick a movie", he smiles and leaves. I hear bowls clinking downstairs and i smile. I get comfortable on the bed and pick a funny comedy, feeling safe and at home.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #obx #outer banks #obx rafe #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #obx x y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fluff

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 24

Alright lovelies. This part had me struggling a little bit. It's got some plot. Got some fluffy heavy petting. No Shanks today. Just the Hawk.

This is also where I start to do my own thing with our reader's devil fruit. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Kissing, heavy petting. Wine drinking

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Your boys leave the island together when you are back to one hundred percent. Both drag you in for kisses that last forever, memorizing the feel of your lips, and Mihawk surprises his partner by tugging Shanks down for a quick kiss before stalking away with a blush and a farewell. You laugh at the redhead’s flush, but Shanks gets you back for making fun of him by tickling you until you cry, uncle.

It's quiet with them gone, but you are glad that you're feeling better. The first thing you do is finish up any chores that your boys hadn't done for you while you'd been sick. There isn't much, but you're particular with the way you weed the garden. Neal stays by your side, eating any greenery that you hand him. The goat makes you smile, and you recall the day that Miahwk had left him here. The poor man had been lied to, the seller telling the warlord that Neal was indeed female, and Mihawk hadn't bothered to check.

You leave Neal to his own devices once you're finished in the garden. Sukuna and Hank greet you when you go inside, the big mutt lying sprawled out in front of the dead fireplace. Your cat yowls at you for pets, and you make sure to love on them both for a bit before pulling away.

Before Mihawk and Shanks had left, they had sat you down and explained that you needed to stop being so fearful of your devil fruit. Hongo didn't understand where your sudden sickness had come from, and after some brainstorming with Mihawk, both came to the tentative conclusion that maybe your lack of use had caused It. You told the men that unless needed, you didn't use your powers. You didn't like them, especially when your snow could be so dangerous.

The three of you came up with a game plan. You would take at least two hours of your day and train with your devil fruit. For now, the boys wanted you to keep it simple and focus on creating snow and turning your body into the cold substance. It was hard, and it took way more out of you than you expected it to, but eventually, the difficulty lessened, and you were able to manipulate your body without a thought.

Your island, bright and tropical, made the training even more difficult. At first, you're only able to create small piles of snow that Hank had a blast diving in, but the more you use your powers, the stronger you become. Your body temperature evened out, the fear disappeared, and you felt better than ever, and soon began to grow curious about what else you were capable of.

You grew bolder, forgetting about pacing yourself, and began to experiment with what you could do. How cold you could make your snow, and how much you could still control the liquid when it began to melt. Creating ice was beyond your abilities, but you can still compact your snow, and you start out by making a rough club out of the packed snow. You had cowed in victory, your screech echoing across the island when your fruit did its job and your creation stabilized. You'd scared the hell out of Hank and Neal, but the excitement had been well worth it.

When you weren't trying to make defensive weapons, you were seeing how large you could make snowflakes. The biggest you had achieved so far was around the size of a coffee mug, and you noticed just how pretty your snow could be. The individual flakes looked like flowers, each one unique to the other, and you grew to love them.

The more you used your fruit, the better you felt, as if the fruit had been waiting for you to accept it, instead of fighting against its abilities. You felt more comfortable with yourself, a hole you didn't realize you had filling up and making you feel whole. It was…nice, and you couldn't wait to show your boys all the things you learned about yourself.

It'd been three weeks since they left, and you missed them something awful. Sukuna and Hank filled the void when Mihawk or Shanks wasn't here, but your animals couldn’t cuddle or kiss you or hold a conversation like your boys could.

You mosie back outside, mind now preoccupied with thinking about the two men who had changed your life.

While you had been eager to add Shanks to the connection you shared with Mihawk, you couldn't help the trepidation you felt. You and the warlord had a comfortable relationship, built on affection and mutual trust. Shanks was a wildcard, and it still astounded you that the two men had been a thing long ago. How? You weren't sure, and unless they wanted to tell you, then you didn't plan on asking.

The two were complete opposites in almost everything. Sake and wine. Comfortable silence and rowdy parties. Quiet poetry and raunchy shanties. Mihawk screamed proprietary, and Shanks didn't have a proper bone in his body. Even the way they kissed you was different. Mihawk is always careful, and Shanks never knows when to stop.

You sigh from where you now lay in the middle of your front yard. Thinking about your boys only made you miss them more. You raise your hands, activate your fruit, and send a scattering of snow above you. The flakes are massive, though still around the same size as a coffee mug, and you smile watching the beautiful patterns fall around you.

You lay there for a long time, welcoming the cool that falls around you. With the acceptance of your devil fruit came your lack of care for the cold. Gone was the ever-present shivering and the need to bundle up constantly. You've stopped dressing in your thick leggings and sweaters, and the fireplace hasn't been touched in over a week. Today, you were dressed in one of the button-ups that Shanks had left behind and a pair of, much thinner, leggings. You liked how the baggy shirt fits you, giving you more range of motion.

Hank had even followed you around the entire island the other day, and the two of you explored the nooks and crannies of the jungle and the small mountain range to the west. The cove on the north side had rewarded your long walk with pretty sea glass and shells the size of your head.

You eventually rise out of the snow drift you've created around yourself, and with a wave of your hand, it begins to melt until there is nothing left but wet ground. You didn't need to be lying around daydreaming when there were still things that could be done. You'd rather not have to do any chores when your boys showed back up.

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Sixteen days later, at least that's what your calendar says. You hear the sound of booted feet against the hardwood of your floor. A grin splits your face, and you turn around to see Mihawk stalking through your kitchen, a smirk on his lovely face and his arms already open and ready for you to jump into them.

You do just that, flinging yourself into his arms. You hug your warlord tightly and then pull away to accept the kiss that Mihawk bestows upon you. It's been longer than either of you expected for him to be gone, and Dracule makes up for it in the way he holds you close and lingers to press his lips to your brow, “Hello, Dear One. I have missed you.”

“I've missed you, too,” you murmur and tug him down for another kiss before releasing your lover to meet his gaze. His eyes swim with content glee, and you flush at having it trained on you. It's been almost a year and four months since you've met the dark-haired man, and he could still make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Mihawk lets you go after one last kiss, and you go about making the two a glass of wine. You've learned to appreciate the fancy drink, and you were still too chicken to try the strong sake and rum that Shanks preferred.

The two of you catch up inside the kitchen, the warlord telling you of Perona's newest escapades and of the letter Zoro had sent him. You listened intently, eyes never leaving the handsome man as he told you about his time away. Listening to the stories the two men always had available was definitely one of your favorite pastimes. Both your boys had such rich, soothing voices that they'd put you to sleep more than once.

“Enough about me, I want to know how you've been. You look radiant, Dear One,” Mihawk murmurs and reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, fingers sliding under your chin to turn you this way and that. It was true. You looked brighter today, a light he hadn't seen before glowing in your eyes.

You set your glass in the sink and come to a stop between Mihaek’s parted legs. You watch his eyes narrow in on you, and he shifts to sit up a little straighter, “How about I show you, instead?”

Dracule licks his lips, hands reaching for your hips to pull you closer. His thumbs rub soothing circles into the sensitive skin there and he leans in to place a delicate kiss on your stomach, golden eyes catching your own, “Looks more like you’re trying to distract me, my dear.”

You can’t help the smirk that curls your lips, but you shake your head, “No, nothing like that.”

Now more curious than anything, Mihawk sits back in his chair but doesn’t move his hands. You raise your own and concentrate on activating your devil fruit, eyes narrowed, and tongue caught between your teeth. You want to make Mihawk a special one. One that would last.

It starts as a tiny flake, hardly bigger than what the eye could see before it begins to grow. It solidifies, branching out like a growing sapling and sprouting snowy leaves. The snowflake is about the size of a baseball, beautiful and perfectly symmetrical.

“If I did this correctly, then this shouldn't melt unless I want it to, or like. I die or something,” you explain, tone full of morbid curiosity. Mihawk pinches your hip in retaliation.

“It's beautiful, Darling,” Mihawk murmurs and carefully takes the gift in his hands when you hold it out to him. It's incredibly cold, but very impressive, “I'm proud of you for keeping up your training plan. You've not overworked yourself, have you?”

You flush at his praise, cheeks lighting up in delight, “Nope. I feel good, actually. Like I have more energy. Hank and I went around the whole island the other day.”

Dracule ticks a brow up, impressed by your jaunt around this island. He had offered before to explore the island with you, but you'd always be content to stay at the cottage and read your books. He hadn't complained since he was still getting to spend time with you, and this new development pleased him. He was glad that you seemed to be doing much better.

“Find anything interesting?” Miahwk asks you, and the sound of your voice soothes him as he listens to you ramble about all the bits and bobs you'd found in the cove.

After a while, you seem to run out of steam, excited babbling coming to a stop. By now, the two of you had moved to the living room, and you sat in his lap facing the warlord. Mihawk takes advantage of the quiet moment to slip his hands under your shirt, fingertips trailing over your cool skin and sending shivers racing up your spine. The more he looks at your shirt, the more he realizes that it doesn't belong to you.

“Wearing our clothes, sweet thing?” Dracule points out and extracts a hand to gently tug at the ruffles that fall down your chest. The top button pops open without much prompt, and Mihawk smirks when he gets a view of your cleavage. He leans in and presses a kiss to the valley between your breasts, humming in pleasure when your hands find his shoulders and dig your fingers in.

You blush and shrug, “They're more comfortable, and my old clothes were too constricting.”

Dracule smiles as a thought passes by. If you no longer wanted to wear your old wardrobe, then that was just an opportunity for him to go clothes shopping. He would love to whisk you away from your island and take you with him, just so he could see the wonder on your face with all the different fabrics and colors, but alas. His worries kept you safe, and Mihawk would not risk you over clothes.

“What would you like me to bring you next time?” He asks and feels pride in you when you immediately start listing off the things that you would like. It had taken his angel a long time to start asking for things instead of making careful suggestions. Mihawk took mental notes, already making plans to stop at several shopping islands to look for what you wanted.

It's nearing midnight before the two of you decide to head to bed. You've already dressed in your sleep clothes and snuggled in bed by the time Dracule steps out of the shower. He slips into a pair of soft sleep pants and slides under the covers, manhandling you until you lay spread across his chest. His mind is a little sluggish from the amount of wine the two of you had through the evening, and maybe that's why he doesn't protest when you scoot up and begin to suck gentle marks into his skin.

Mihawk sags into the mattress, hands finding your hips as he allows you your fun for now. Your lips feel delightful against his heated skin, and he hisses in pleasure when you nip the hollow of his throat. Feeling impatient, he tightens his hold on your hips and grinds up into your waiting heat. The friction is a sweet drag along his cock and Mihawk wants more than anything to be inside of you.

The warlord had yet to push for sex, and you had yet to offer it to him. Mihawk felt more like a handsy teenager than his fourth three years, but he felt like he's waited long enough, and tonight felt like a breaking point

“_,”Mihawk rumbles, and you slow to a stop, shifting to hold yourself up by his shoulders and catching his gaze. Even in your slightly inebriated state, you could hear the seriousness of his tone, and it made you pay close attention to him, “I want to have sex with you. I want to feel you around me as you come on my cock. Do you want me, too?”

@writingmysanity @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @myradiaz @fluffybunnyu @bookandstar @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @anastasiyax

#one piece #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x you #opla mihawk #shanks x reader #opla mihawk x reader #peppermint tea #smut #opla x reader #mihawk x shanks #mishanks x reader #opla shanks x you

[ismileeprnc]

hi! can i request how the dreamies would react to their partner being embarrassed to be vocal during sex? don’t stress about finishing this soon, do everything in your own time :3

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴀɴ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄/ 𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 ✔︎

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲! 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 :) 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁! 𝗬'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 💚

❦Mᴀʀᴋ. Do you realize how much more adorable you became to this guy? He’s the epitome of the heart eyes emoji with that little close mouth smile he does like >^<! “Why though? It’s just me.” (ExAcTly the whole point MARKUS) Nah, I’m jk but for real, he would be so sweet and gentle after that but if one happens to slip out, he’s not gonna get over how cute it sounded and praise you for it. (CAN I PLZ HAVE HIM 😩)

❦Rᴇɴᴊᴜɴ doesn’t quite get why you’re embarrassed but is still thoughtful to your feelings. He’s not vocal himself but may exaggerate a moan or two as a way to show it was okay to make noise. Also it let him know he was doing a good job.

❦Jᴇɴᴏ. My sweet little puppy is the only one I see who might be a little upset. Not of you being embarrassed (cause he doesn’t know yet) but he was already nervous whether he could please you or not and you not giving him any sign at all would damper his mood. So when you notice his slow thrusts came to a stop, you ask what’s wrong.

“Am I not good enough?” Awww. You would have to explain then that you were embarrassed to moan and he’d get all soft.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

❦Hᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ. Okay so maybe you should have told him that you were embarrassed to moan instead of saying, “I don’t moan.” cause now he thinks it’s a game. And when it comes to games, he’s always determined to win. His signature smirk toys at his lips as he eyes you up and down then taking a step closer.

“So you mean to tell me if I were to grab you here-” and sticks his hand between you to cup your sex. “You wouldn’t moan?”

❦Jᴀᴇᴍɪɴ. He saw you covering your mouth as he went down on you but didn’t say anything, thinking perhaps you weren’t trying to be too loud until he took your bud into his mouth, sucking harshly and causing you to moan. He lets go with a pop upon hearing you mumble a ‘sorry.’ Over a moan? He wanted to laugh but seeing you all flustered, he refrained from doing so and instead kissed the inside of your thigh.

“Make all the noise you want princess.”

❦Cʜᴇɴʟᴇ. He really wasn’t trying to make you moan. After you told him you were insecure of how you sounded, he doesn’t make a big deal of it and respects how you feel but daaaammmn! The way you felt around him was so good. His hips snapped into you at a certain angle, brushing over the spot that makes you see stars, “right there chenle.” You moaned loudly, not able to hold back anymore.

“God, you sound so perfect.”

❦Jɪsᴜɴɢ honestly wouldn’t care too much cause he’s another who’s not big on making noises. His main focus is that both of you were comfortable and that you were enjoying it as much as he was. If you happened to moan though, he would lightly chuckle, “that feel good?” Other than that, he’s not crying over whether you moaned or not.

#nct dream #nct dream reactions #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream blurbs #nct dream headcanons #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader

[jaehunnyy]

Memento mori

Synopsis: A painful memory in which Seonghwa remembers the origin of his pink hair.

Genre: soulmate!au, severe angst

Word count: 1k

Pairing: soulmate!Seonghwa x gn!reader (feat. Yuta and Irene)

Warnings: main character death, lots of crying, mentions of a funeral, time skip, possible grammar mistakes, please lemme know if i missed anything

In a world where soulmates were a thing, Park Seonghwa didn't expect he would meet his like that.

Truth be told, he was kinda annoyed by how fast his soon-to-be partner changed hair colors—and the fact that their soulmate mark consisted in having a part of your hair in the color the other dyed theirs didn't help much. So this pushed him to make an appointment to the nearest hair salon in his neighborhood and dye his hair to make it even, again.

He got inside the building, barely noticing the other customer who sat on the chair next to the one he would occupy for the next few hours. It looked like they were also going for a big change, but Seonghwa was too excited to pay more attention to this, already explaining what he wanted to the hairstylist, who also happened to be one of his friends. He was lazily reading a magazine, while Yuta has already started bleaching his hair. The only thing that could be heard was the soft chatter of the two boys, and the occasional sounds of the utensils his friend was using; Seonghwa felt relaxed for the first time in a while.

"I can see they are still giving you trouble with the colors, but at least you pull them off." the eldest laughed, making Seonghwa roll his eyes.

"Just do your job, or I won't give you money."

Yuta pretended to be offended, he loved teasing the younger boy.

"I am literally trying, but the pink strand in your hair makes it a bit hard for me, you know?"

Seonghwa frowned as he heard the word pink. His hair was black when he arrived there, with no sign of strange, unmatchy colors.

"You have to be joking with me. There was nothing wrong with my hair."

"Then maybe you should lift your head and look in the mirror yourself."

The boy let out a silent sigh, before looking in the mirror and seeing it with his own eyes. One of the hair strands that was covering his forehead was indeed pink. Suddenly, a similar struggle caught their attention.

"I swear I applied the pink dye everywhere, Y/N. You've seen it too, and you can see well that it turned blonde now." Irene, the other hairstylist whined.

The males turned in the direction of the voices, only to realize that the person standing next to Seonghwa had the same problem. Yuta took Irene aside, smiling to her as he whispered a simple "I think we're facing a pair of soulmates here." making the girl giggle as well. Seonghwa dared to finally glance at the stranger next to him, noticing the little flaw in their hair. His lips curled into a little smile, not knowing exactly where to start from.

"Excuse me, what was your hair color before the pink?" he asked, voice a bit trembling from the emotions.

"Black." they admitted, scanning the boy in front of them.

It all made sense now. A weird way to meet his soulmate, but definitely a special one.

"I think, actually, I am pretty sure that we are soulmates," he smiled cutely, before he stuck his hand out to the beautiful person in front of him.

"I'm Seonghwa," he smiled.

They shook his hand, giving him a shy smile.

"I'm Y/N, and I would love to know more about you."

Even though things were a bit awkward at first, they agreed to start out as friends and get to know each other better, until they felt comfortable enough to make it official. Finally, the day they would meet as official lovers came, even though it felt like a lifetime for Seonghwa—though not in the circumstances he wanted it to be. He would have never expected to be at his lover's funeral that day, trying hard to stay strong for their mother, in order to comfort her.

"You're such an angel, Hwa. They would have loved to have you by their side." their mom stated between sobs, her arms tightening around Seonghwa's neck while her forehead rested on his shoulder.

This was the last straw for the boy. He started crying his eyes out, his pearly tears landing on his dark suit.

"I wish I had met them earlier…" he whispered, petting the elder woman's hair to calm her down.

"I hope you will have a happy ending in another life, honey." she gave him a sad smile before kissing his forehead, preparing to leave and give him a moment alone.

"I hope your mother is right, Y/N." he forced a smile, then wiped his tears and set the big bouquet of roses on the grave.

Deep down, he knew that this was a scar he could never cover, no matter how hard he tried. No stitches could ever repair his broken heart, but he had to be strong and live a nice life for both. He touched the pink strand of hair he never got rid of, feeling the tears forming in the corner of his eyes again.

A few weeks passed. He faced the mirror, looking at the unrecognizable person reflected by it. He really needed to get something done, so he decided to call Yuta, politely asking him to come over since he couldn't find the strength to return back to the place where it all started. He decided that a part of him will always belong to his soulmate, the lover he didn't get to cherish. That's when Seonghwa dyed his whole hair pink—a color of healing, but also one that will always remind him of the someone loving him, as much as he planned on doing while they were by his side.

#ateez fanfic #ateez seonghwa #ateez angst #seonghwa angst #ateez x you #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #park seonghwa x reader #kpop angst #kpop imagines #ateez imagines #park seonghwa #seonghwa oneshot #seonghwa x y/n #ateez x y/n #angst #seonghwa imagines

[zombiedumbie]

why'd you have to f*cking disappear?!

based on disapper from beabadoobee

summary: the reader thinks they is falling out of love with luffy

tags: angst

pairing: luffy x gn!reader

word count: 749

an: hey guys this is the first time i'm posting something i've written here so i have to ask how the fuck does everyone have such nice fonts in their presentation and shit? i want to make my posts beautiful too

You've always loved Luffy. From the moment you joined the crew, you knew you'd love him. But lately, there was something hovering between you two, something you didn't understand. It felt like a dense gray cloud between you, causing a heavy fog, and you couldn't find it anywhere.

And when you understood what it was, you believed you didn't love him anymore.

In fact, you did love him - you loved his charcoal hair, his straw hat that gave the crew its name, his way of laughing and joking about everything he could, how he always cared for everyone in the crew, especially for you. But you didn't know if you still wanted to be with him.

Luffy had saved you many times, just as you had done the same for him. You had experienced so many moments together, shared so many secrets. So why didn't you feel the same way as before? You wanted to love him so badly! You wanted to be by his side when he became the Pirate King, to help him in every way you could find.

But when Luffy looked into your eyes, you felt nothing. It was as if all the love you felt had disappeared.

You looked in the mirror many times, searching for the love that was inside you, and asked yourself, "Why did you have to fucking disappear?"

Luffy noticed your coldness, the way you would move away when he tried to get closer, how you wouldn't look at him anymore, and he especially noticed your sadness.

"Y/N! I...", he tried to talk to you once, while you were on a trip between islands. "I'm busy, Luffy, can it wait?", you tried to make time, trying to make the feeling come back, while repeating, "Please come back," like a mantra.

How could you love someone you avoided talking to for days? How foolish.

You didn't want to realize that it also affected Luffy. The same Luffy who seemed too foolish to care about such things was now lost in his own head all the time.

"You need to talk to him," Chopper told you once, and you knew he was right, so why did you avoid him?

Luffy, on the same day, found you on the ship's deck, watching the sunset alone, humming a song. Then, when you looked into his eyes, you realized why you avoided him.

It was fear of telling him what happened.

"Y/N...," he lowered his head and held his hat in his hands. "Did I do something?" You swallowed hard. Seeing Luffy like that broke your heart into hundreds, thousands, millions of pieces. You had no other reaction than to hug him.

He hid his face in your shoulder and neck and remained silent for a while, but you knew he was very hurt. You didn't have the courage to say anything, to say that it wasn't his fault but yours, you couldn't say that you didn't love him anymore.

"Please, say something," he pleaded with the muffled voice of your hug.

"Luffy, I..." You swallowed hard again, and he squeezed you tighter. "You didn't do anything," you took a deep breath not to cry, but the tears inevitably came.

"I think..." it was difficult to talk with all that weight on your heart. "I think I don't like you the same way I did before," Luffy was frozen in your embrace, silent for some time. You wanted to be able to read his thoughts, to be able to control your own feelings, to go back in time and never have met them, anything to ease the captain's feelings wrapped in your arms."Why didn't you say it earlier?" he asked, raising his head. There was a trembling smile on his face. "I-I can't make you like me again, can I?", your hands were still on his arms, your thumbs shaking as you listened. "You're still my partner, no matter what happens."

"Luffy..."

"It's okay, Y/N!" he stood up, gently removing your hands from his arms. "You don't have to worry about me, I'm okay." You wanted to say a thousand more things, but nothing would be enough to fill the hole in his chest. You thought it was best to stay quiet.

Luffy turned, heading towards the kitchen, but stopped halfway and came back.

"Can I give you one last hug?", he asked, and you nodded in agreement.

You stood up and hugged him, tears streaming from your eyes like waterfalls. Luffy held you for a few minutes. When you stopped crying and dried your face, another question was asked:

"One last kiss?".

"No. It's better not to".

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x you #one piece angst #luffy angst #one piece fanfiction #zombiedumbie writing

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

8.5 movie night part 2

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Now here you are, letting the schools' richest, most spoiled students into your roach-infested dorm. You never believed in nightmares coming true, yet here you are in one.

“Oh, What a nice place you have!”  You could see Ningning gritting her teeth throughout the whole sentence. “Really? It looks like shit to me.” And there goes Haewon onto the ground from a not so subtle jab from Ningning.

 “Ok, So what movies next? Let’s let Wonyoung pick!” You tried to steer the conversation away from that embarrassing reminder.  

“You just feel bad that you knocked her out.” It did not work.

“Anyways….Wonyoung what movie?”

“Hm, I heard ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ is a good romantic comedy! It’s about being hopelessly in-love with your best friend and trying to win their heart!”

Your stomach began to churn.

it’s definitely just a coincidence that she chose that, right? 

“Aw, that movies so cute! I wish I could experience being in love with my childhood friend!” 

Ok, now it’s starting to feel intentional.

“Y/n, you ever felt like that before?” So, bumping into them wasn’t a coincidence at all. This was on purpose. Still, no way they would blurt out your secret, right? It was obvious at this point that you were nervous, and the silence in the air began to drag out.

“No way she has! She’s only grown up with Yujin and me. We would know if something was going on in her life.” Jimin defended you, but why did that still hurt so much? You felt a ping in your heart, and your stomach dropped. All you could do was laugh and agree, yet the air in the room didn’t get any less awkward.

“So, are we starting the movie?” Yelled an impatient, loud Yunjin, and so the film began.

You hated the movie. All you could do was relate. Would you stop Jimin from getting married? Would you ever tell her how you felt?

You began to feel overwhelmed and slipped out of the dorm while everyone focused on the film. Stepping outside, you let a long breath out. You didn’t even realize how tense you were feeling inside. The thought of Jimin seeing your reaction, Yujin potentially having another slip-up, or those rich assholes teasing you was enough to make you incredibly stressed.

This moment of peace didn’t last, though. You heard the door open and quickly straightened up. You couldn’t let your friends see you so anxious. Only it wasn’t your friend at the door; it was your psych partner?

“Why’d you run out?"

“I don’t have time for you, Ningning. Just leave me alone.”

“I didn’t come to fight, honestly.” How could you ever believe that? She’s the whole reason that you’re feeling like this.

“Really? Then why are you out here?”

“I know what it feels like, y’know. To be in love with a friend, just for it to end badly.”

You found that hard to believe, but stayed silent.

“Yeonjun and I grew up together as neighbors. He was everything to me. We did everything together, and he even gave me a promise ring when we were 7 years old. Sure, it was a daisy he tied around my finger, but it’s the thought that counts. Then that bitch, Aeri, came in and took him from me. I know I blame her a lot for it, but both parties were responsible.” Ningning’s voiced started to crack up.

“ It ruined me for a while. I couldn’t show up to school and told everyone I was going to Paris fashion week; In reality, I was hauled up in my room eating mint chocolate ice cream.”  Was she actually being genuine? She wouldn’t even turn to look at you, is she trying not to cry…?

“Oh, I’m sorry that happened.” That was all you could say; you couldn’t help but actually feel bad for Ningning. You could feel the hurt in her voice. Is she really trying to relate to you? Well, if she’s pouring her heart out to you, what do you have to lose? She already knows about your crush.

“If it makes you feel any better, I can kind of relate. You already know how I feel about Jimin; It’s not a surprise anymore. We blame friends our freshman year of high school. When I first laid my eyes on her, it felt like my whole world turned into color. She was always so attentive and never left me behind, no matter how popular she got. Yet she could never see how I felt about her. I watched her date person after person, always wondering when it'd be my turn. Sophomore year, on Valentine's Day, I even got her a chocolate bear and bouquet; in return, I got a ‘Thanks, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.’ The one time I decided to be brave enough and confess, I was too late.”

Tears started running down your face before you could even process them. You never told anyone how you really felt before; besides Yujin, you never could. Jimin was always part of your friend group, so it would’ve just made things weird. So being able to vent, even to someone you hate, felt good.

You waited for the awkward silence to start, but instead you felt a warm embrace. The same person who was threatening you less then 12 hours ago, is hugging you.

“It’s okay; your secrets are safe with me. Don’t worry about Jimin finding out; she won’t.”

Before you got a chance to respond, you heard the door slam open and a loud “LET’S GO!” Came from Haewon. You’ve been outside so long that the movie had ended. Quickly drying your tears, you waved goodbye to your surprise guest of the day and apologized once more for hitting Wonyoung.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did she say anything to you?” Yunjin was defensive and ready to chase Ningning down if she did hurt you.

“Nah, we were just talking about the midterm project. Anyone up for one more movie?”

And so you spent your night laughing and crying at various movies with your friends, still wondering what would come from the conversation with Ningning.

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masterlist ~ next

(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ;

#kpopsmau #ningning x reader #ningning #aespa x reader #aespa #non idol au #kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #smau #ning yizhuo

[breezy141]

★✩𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 -𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧✩★

summary: you and your partner were sat under the stars, lying down in their arms.

warnings: a lil bit of swearing.

“woah look at that one!” pointing to the sky you pointed out to a group of stars, you smiled as your admired the beauty above you. since you were little, you have loved being outside, obviously as you grew older you were told to stay inside when you can.

it upset you to say the least, you want to be able to go out and pick flowers, have picnics, go for long walks. the closest you ever got to that was going outside with a modded rifle, clearing areas which were close to the WLF bases.

however, as of right now, you were lying on a fluffy blanket with your woman outside. you had both snuck out, there are less guards out when it hits midnight so you two decided then was the perfect to get out and go for that long.

“wait where?” abby piped up, trying to follow your eye line “there! follow my finger” she lifted her head and tried her very hardest to find those stars. she did succeed though. “oooo, pretty” you nodded in agreement. abby pulled her arm out from under you and pulled out two beers she had packed in her bag.

“here you go gorgeous” she said as she popped off the top and passed it to you “oo, thank you very much” abby clinked her glass with yours and you both took a long swig.

“ya know i was wondering, if you would like to start coming out with me and manny for clearing. i know you cant decide but you could always ask. i don’t like knowing you’re out there alone, i trust you but i hate it” you smiled at her request “i’ll ask tomorrow alright? if not, i can always ya know sneak out and go with you” you shot her a wink and took another gulp of your drink.

abby nodded, you could tell she was overthinking hard “hey baby, im okay. i’ve always been okay, you know i don’t get to close to them things. im a sniper, not someone like yourself” you gave a small laugh, you placed your beer down and shuffled towards her.

“i know, i just don’t want someone to ever find you. you know what has been happening to other soldiers” abby looked down, playing with a piece of cotton that has came off her shirt.

“hey, that won’t happen to me. i’m too hidden, no one is going to find me. even if they do, i know how to handle myself abs” she looked up at you “i’ll always come back to you, just like i know you would do the same for me” abby nodded and pulled you into a hug.

“i don’t want to lose you, i cant. i cant go through that feeling again” you held her tight, rocking from side to side. “you won’t, i promise you will not lose me. i won’t allow you to feel that pain again. i love you abby” she kissed the crook of your neck “i love you too y/n”

you pulled pack and held her cheeks “stop cus you’ll make me cry” abby let out a small laugh and placed her hand on top of yours.

#abby tlou #tlou2 #tlou1 #abby anderson #fluff #tlou fic #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #abby x fem!reader #abby x mas!reader #abby the last of us

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! <3

May I ask how Jack would be with a daughter with very low self-esteem? Being in adolescence and seeing how everyone else has a partner or even kissed, when she never did, she feels ugly and strange.

-You told your papa everything, every secret, every problem you had, dreams and wishes, he knew everything about you.

-Jack raised you by teaching you that you never have to be afraid to tell him anything, he could never be mad at you, especially if you told him the truth, even when you broke his favorite teacup, you told him the truth and he just pecked your cheek, and you went out shopping to get a new one.

-As you grew older, this didn’t change, you told him everything, telling him about what you did at school, what happened with your friends, everything.

-However, recently you’ve been a bit more withdrawn, he’s seen your hesitance and he’s been able to see, via the colors of your soul, that you’re anxious about something.

-Jack never pushes you to tell him, he wants you to come to him, to trust him with whatever was bothering you, and he’s left himself open, subtly inviting you to talk to him, without outright saying it.

-When you came home from school, a few days after you’ve been afraid to approach your papa, he was surprised when you hugged him, burying your head in his chest, trying not to cry.

-He wrapped his arms around you, pecking the top of your head gently, “It’s all right, Y/N, papa’s here.” You nodded softly which made him smile, but it was half forced, seeing you were sad, that was a color he hated seeing on you.

-Your voice was soft, meek, as you finally spoke, “Papa, am I strange?” your question took him a bit by surprise and he felt like he needed a bit more information, “In what way?”

-You hesitated and he felt your grip increase on the back of his shirt, “Do… am I-am I pretty?” he was floored by your question, and he instantly pulled back, lifting his hands to cup your cheeks, “Y/N- of course you are- you’re beautiful inside and out! The sun goes down each night because it can’t compete with your radiance all the time!”

-His words did bring a smile to your face, and he pecked your cheek softly before guiding you to the table to make you some tea, “What brought all this on? Is there another bully? Do I need to handle things?”

-You heard his tone and instantly refused, “NO! No, that’s not- that’s not… it’s…all my friends have a significant other and have held hands and kissed and I was… I didn’t know if I was odd, since nobody has ever- has ever asked me out before.”

-Dear God, Jack knew this day was coming, the day when his precious baby wanted to start dating. You panicked as he had blanked you, overfilling the teacup which shocked him out of his shock, and you helped him clean up.

-He cleared his throat, trying to pretend he wasn’t embarrassed which was rather funny to see before he took one of your hands in his, “Y/N I-I’ll be honest, only because I’m your father, I don’t want you dating, but I know that’s not how life works- stop laughing!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his words, but he smiled, seeing you smiling.

-He sighed softly, his eyes closing, “Love is something that takes time, if it’s real, true love is not something that can happen in a day, it takes patience and time and hard work, not that I have much experience, and it may not come around at the same time for everyone. Your friends may all have partners, but not everyone will find their true love immediately, they might have to go through a couple to find the right one.”

-His words were comforting, and he smiled softly, reaching over to stroke your cheek, “You’re beautiful, Y/N, but take your time, you don’t have to rush into anything just so you can be like your friends.”

-You  nodded softly, feeling better about yourself before he pulled back, pulling out one of his knives, “However, when you bring home a boy, he and I are going to have a private talk!” you immediately rolled your eyes, “Dad~~~~” he laughed at your whine which got you laughing.

-Jack calmed down, smiling as he sipped his tea, relaxing, you always came to him with everything, in time.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper

[batwritings]

Omega foosh, or if you don’t like A/b/o then foolish getting all subby during heats

I do like ABO but I firmly believe Foolish is an Alpha....but that absolutely has nothing to do with him being subby ;) Enjoy!~

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It wasn't the early morning sun that roused you from sleep, nor the cool breeze that would have you curling back into your bed partner. None of the normal things that would get you to start your day. No, rather, it was the claws nicking into your hips that pulled you to consciousness.

Concern was the first thing to cross your mind as Foolish rarely kneaded you this roughly. If it weren't for his physical appearance, you'd swear he was part cat. "Foolish?" you groaned, rolling to face him as best you could. He had a death grip on your hips, making it hard to move. "You okay baby?"

Finally he was within your site, and you were both calmed yet somehow more concerned. Bright emerald eyes were watching you, pupils blown wide. The totem god was worrying his bottom lip between his sharp teeth, nearly making them bleed. You knew this look all too well, and all the pieces settled into place.

"Aww guppy," you cooed, prying his hand off your right hip. You kissed his palm, making him whimper. "Is it that time already?" Despite your teasing tone, you were genuinely curious if you were reading the room right.

"P-p-please," Foolish stammered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He rolled you onto your stomach, his arms caging you in on either side of your head. "Please let me in..."

You huffed a laugh, adoring how single-minded Foolish became during his ruts. You remember being rather shocked during the shark hybrid's first mating cycle. It was rare for an Alpha to retain such an Omega-like demeanor during their breeding cycles. Not that you minded of course; you'd been told from the day you first presented that you acted far more like an Alpha despite not being one.

"I've got you Alpha," you shushed gently, reaching back to take one of Foolish's members in hand. With your guidance and his eagerness, it only took a single thrust for your deity of a partner to be inside you. It seemed he'd been working you up for a moment, judging by the amount of slick already accumulated between your legs.

Foolish's head fell to rest against your shoulder, relief flooding him at the sensation of finally being able to fuck into you. He set a brutal pace, whining softly in your ear. You knew he was looking for praise, even if your fuzzy head was having a hard time coming up with it at the moment.

"Such a good boy," you whined, rocking back into him as best you could. "Such a good Alpha. Filling me up so good aren't you? My Alpha, my mate."

The totem god keened at your sweet words, trying so so hard to get his other member in you. He explained it to you once; it didn't feel good enough to just breed you with only one of his cocks buried in you. He snuffled around your shoulder, around the mating mark he'd left in your skin.

A sharp pain blossomed along your shoulder, causing you to cry out as it mixed with the pleasure. Foolish let out a soft appreciative growl that faded back into a higher moan. "That's it Alpha," you praised, locking your fingers with his webbed ones as best you could. "Mark me, let the whole SMP know who I belong to."

The closer you got, the less coherent your praise became. Foolish didn't seem to mind, having manage to slip his extra cock inside you as best he could. His mind was on it's singular track that came when he too was gaining on his own orgasm. "Y/N..." he huffed at one point. "Say I'm yours, please mate..."

"Y-yes Foolish, you're mine," you moaned loudly. "All mine, all mine, my mate. C-cumming...!" You walls spasmed around the members the clenched around as you came, head snapping back to bonk against the shark hybrid's.

The force and sensation of you coming had Foolish following suit, a strange sounding growl falling from his lips. Both of you relaxed slightly, your Alpha doing his best to support you from fully collapsing. A warm tongue licked at the fresh wound he'd made on your shoulder.

"Thank you Y/N," Foolish rasped, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I didn't expect this one."

You chuckled softly, petting the golden skin of his face fondly. "I knew guppy, I knew," you sighed, pressing a kiss to his hand.

"I'm with you Alpha, all the way."

#bat writes #anon reqs #foolish smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut

[xxbatmanb3y0ndxx]

tw : satire, “fatphobia”, sh mentions, yaoi, saw fanfic (part 1/2 it wouldnt all fit) Hoffstrahm:

it was a brisk night, Mark Hoffman had just gotten off from work and was pulling into the Mcdonalds. Classic fatso. He was feeling especially obese tonight, and little did he know that his ex coworker had just been hired (at mcdomalds). As Hoffman pulled up to the Drive-thru, a familiar voice startled him, running a cold chill down his fatroll riden back. “Can i take ur order fam” asked Peter Strahm, who’d just been let off from his job, for his involvement with the Jigsaw Killer. “hello?” his raspy, hourse vocal chords rang out. this was cause a few weeks ago he stabbed a pen through his neck. and he was also let off for watching porn on the job. “uhm… I’ll get 3 big macs, 4 large fries, a cokey wokey, and uhm… a kids meal, chicken nuggets w a boytoy please.” Mark hoffman remarked. “wow, must be a pretty full car, huh?” Strahm chuckled. “no, it’s just me …” Hoffman replied with a sort of depression in his voice that could make even the strongest man weep.

As he pulled up to the next window, Mark handed Peter his card, and when Peter stuck his hand out to grab it, Mark noticed the cuts on his arms. they were red and puffy, some still fresh. Mark winced at the sight, he never wanted to see Peter hurt like that. “why are you cutting those flowers? I know how it feels to do that… please stop… for me..?” Mark looked up at Peter as he said it, who’d begun to cry. His sorrow sobs made Marks heart start to thaw. “I lost everything” Strahm said, “my job, my voice, my diginity, my partner…, even my Grindr account is dry as hell.” He started to grab onto his Mcdonalds uniform, he felt the visor become tight, he felt trapped, alone.. “You’re not alone, Peter, I’m here for you.” Mark started to climb out the window of his car, but his fat stomach got stuck. He wanted to climb inside the Mcdonalds and give Strahm a hug. Everyone always told him he gave great hugs. Lawrence, who was also working at Mcdonalds since Allison took the house, the kid, the car, and even sold his fursuit, he was left with nothing. All he had was his boytoy twink, but since Adam was so depressed all he did was lay in bed and piss into empty mountain dew bottles. Lawrence was yet again the sole provider. “this is a mcdonalds drive thru.” Dr. Gordon reminded them. Mark hoffman tried to look up at Lawrence, but he was halfway through the car door. Peter tried not to giggle, Hoffman was so rotund, so chubby, a living tub of lard, it was hard not the laugh. Tears started to form as he could no longer contain his chuckles. “Do you still want those big macs and shit?” Strahm asked Hoffman. “Yes, can i get a little help here?” Hoffman remarked. “Yeah i’m coming.” Peter came outside, and started pushing the fat rolls back into Marks subaru. Once he was back in, Hoffman invited Strahm to sit with him. “Why do you do such a thing to yourself..” Mark asked. “i-i feel like i deserve it sometimes…” Strahm replied. “all you deserve is the world, baby girl.” Marks hands started to caress his 44 year old thighs, there was something so sexually appealing about this middle-aged man. It was so hot to think about his bunyans, his morgage, his hairy balls. They both started to get hard, a big bulge started to show through Mark’s slacks. Peters boner was much more painful, because he was packing 9 and a half girthy, thick inches. Peter might of been a tranny but when he got that deformed spring roll permanently attached to his downstairs, he wanted to make sure it was worth it. Peter hadn’t even noticed that Mark was hard, because his penis was barely 4 inches. Mark grabbed a hold of Peters belt buckle, fumbling trying to take his pants off. Peter realized this, and immediately dropped his pants, only to reveal some not so whitey-tightys. there were a few shart stains in his undies. Mark looked over at peter, in all his glory, with his sweaty bod and his humongous cock. Mark quickly took his pants off also, showing off his pissed covered boxers. Mark was addicted to piss. He loved pee. He had a total piss kink, and prayed that Peter did too. When Peter looked over at Mark, he screamed. “OH YMGOD WHY ARE UR BOXERS COVERED IN PISS OH MYFOD THEYRE BRIGHT YELLOW OH MYOG EW” he shrieked out of disgust. Mark started to feel turned on and embarrassed at the same time. “Did you bring the food” Marks oval shaped ass asked. “uhm… yeah…” Peter replied. He took out the bag, holding the excessive amount of big macs. He pulled the drinks out too. Mark immediately started digging into the happy meal, only to realize he got a girls toy. “oh mygod. oh my god.” Hoffman stuttered out as he started to freak out. “oh mgof OHM YOGF IS THIS A FUCKING GIRLS TOY. OH MYGOF YOU WORTHLESS PIECE KF SHIT LILL YOUSELF OH MYGOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IM GONNA LITERALLY COMMIT SUICIDE RIFHT NOW!!!!!!” he yelled, his voice bouncing off the corners of the car. “Youve been naughty, very very naughty.” Mark said as he stared daggers at Peter. Peter tried to get out but Mark had locked the doors. “Here.” Mark said, handing Peter two of the large cokes. Peter was puzzled,

#saw #saw fic #saw fanfic #saw fanfiction #peter x mark #mark hoffman furry #hoffman x strahm #saw mark hoffman #mark hoffman saw #strahm #saw strahm #peter strahm #agent strahm #detective strahm #TW #saw 5 #saw vi #saw v #saw iv #saw 4 #saw is epic

[naturesapphic]

After show

Melanie martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff and tired mel (some sensual stuff as well 👀)

“Happy pride month everyone! I love you all so so so much! Drive home safely bye!” Mel said into her microphone to everyone in the crowd as the show was just over. She ran off stage and started to immediately look for you. You were in the crowd near the side of the stage and you were escorted to her when a security guard said that she was searching for you.

You stood behind the stage when Mel came up to you with a big bright smile. Well, you think it was a big smile but it was hard to tell with that mask on. When she first told you about and showed you it kinda freaked you out but it’s really starting to grow on you and you loved how it suits her.

“Hey babes! Did I do okay out there?” She asked shyly. She knew she always did good but there was always a little doubt that she may not have but you and the fans always push those doubts away and she always grateful for them and especially for you.

“You did amazing angel! Every time you go up there. You get better and better. I’m so proud of you”. You exclaimed happily as you leaned up to kiss her neck since her mask covered most of her face. “Cmon babes.” She said as she took your hand in hers and guided you outside to where there bus was.

Y’all went inside and she sat on the couch to relax while you went to get some makeup wipes and some things to help her get undressed from her costume and mask.

You helped her gently take of the mask and you smile when you see your beautiful brown eyed tooth gapped girlfriend smiling up at you. You signed in content “I love you so much melly. I’m seriously so so proud of you and I’m so glad im apart of this journey with you and just know that I will always be here. From start to finish.” You said softly to her as you began to wipe some of the make up off of her.

Her eyes start to water at your words and she started sobbing softly into your chest. “You are the best partner I’ve ever had. I love you so much y/n!” She said with so much love in her voice. You cooed at her softly and petted her head as you held her tight against you. She lifted her head after a few moments and put both of her hands on your face and kissed you deeply. You whimpered at how sensual the kiss was and started squirming around a little. Mel smirked in the kiss and pulled away with same said smirk.

You gave her a look and she pouted. You gently wiped her wet face with her hand and she admired you the whole time with a smile on her face. You giggled “why are you looking at me like thatttt”. You whined in embarrassment while Mel laughed. “I’m sorry! I can’t help me. When you took my makeup off I felt so loved then when you said those sweet words to me I started crying because no one has supported me like my fans and you have. Then you made me horny and now I’m just admiring the work of art that I get to call mine.” She said in a soft voice that made your heart swell up.

Mel yawned and started to stretch which caused you to yawn back at her. Y’all both giggled and you got off her lap and she got out of her costume and put on a nightgown as did you. Matching ones at that. You took her soft hand and let her to the back of the bus and went into y’all’s shared bunk. Mel went in first near the wall then you crawled in after her and laid down beside her. She started spooning you from behind and placed kisses all up and down the side of your neck which caused you sigh happily. You yawned and closed your eyes with a smile on your face as Melanie told you how much she loves you and how she will never ever leave you. After a few moments, making sure you were asleep, she fell asleep soon after.

A/n: I hope this story made sense sodkdkfkdodo no one has sent requests so I’m trying to come up with ideas for her so I hope y’all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

#melanie martinez x fem!reader #melanie martinez fanficfion #melanie martinez #melanie littlebodybigheart #melanie portals #melanie martinez x reader #melanie martinez gxg #melanie k12 #crybaby #k 12 album #k 12 melanie martinez #k 12 #k 12 film #k 12 era #k12 #portals

[heartsoulspiritelite]

BETTER THAN YOU BAY BAY

MJF x Adam Cole

(when they break up imma literally be crying for days. They are my only source of happiness)

Summary-

Max couldn't explain to you, why he felt the urge to protect Adam after his match against Samoa Joe, he can never stand to see the ones he cares for hurt.

But the number one questions on his mind are, Where was Adam? Why was he so late to Max's match? But when he tries to ask Adam about his things go a little bit south until Adam returns beat up, and Max doesn't take any bullshit answers

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Who did this to you ?!

He couldn't explain to you, why he had such a strong urge to protect Adam tonight, especially after getting his ass handed to him. But he does give himself props. He beat Joe. You told you he would, he never doubted himself. But even after he felt like practically dying, He saw Joe try to lunge at Adam and risked everything just to protect his brochacho.

Max's number one question is, Where was Adam? Why did he take so long to show up? He was supposed to come down to the ring and support his best friend throughout one of his most important matches in his career against Samoa Joe, it's long time story telling yall. This match meant so much the kid inside him. They did it. They proved it to everyone, infront of his New York peers. Why the fuck was Adam so late?

Okay he's not really mad. Adam still came and supported him, he was an amazing friend, and even injured himself for Max.

Walking back stage was tough, he felt so much pride, but at the same time all he felt was agony. Everything hurt. In all honesty both men were in pain, Cole was still suffering from his ankle injury he endured moments earlier.

Adam was helping him walk, While trying to hide his own limp. He had Max's arm around his neck with his arm wrapped around Max's back. They made their way into doc sampsons and sat there in silence with occasional small talk until both men were cleared to leave.

"Max how are you feeling?" Adam asked gently once they were in the car headed to the hotel that the roster was staying at.

"Everything fucking hurts" He replied while favoring his neck, turning his head slightly to look at Adam

Cole grimaces slightly in sympathy

They soon arrive at the hotel and walk in silence until they reach their shared room.

Adam hasn't shared a room with Britt in so long, he feels guilty, but it's not really his fault. All tag partners room together everywhere right?

They take turns showering and unpacking and packing up certain things until both are done and drained.

Adam walks out of the bathroom and he finished brushing his teeth and took a seat by MJF who was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedframe, scrolling through his phone while holding an ice pack to his neck.

Max looks over at Cole and sighs.

"How's your leg doing? Dude what the fuck even happened?" He asks laughing slightly

Adam shows a small smile

"Max I don't even know, I jumped the ramp to get around to you guys faster and I guess I screwed up my leg or something" He says rushed, he didn't want Max to worry about him, he knows he would so he tries not to make it a big deal.

Max throws him a concerned look

"Dude are you gonna be-" He tries to ask before getting cut off

"Max im gonna be fine alright, everything's good, let's not focus on that let's focus on you. You're in more pain than I am, tonight was your night. You won Max, and I couldn't be more proud of you" He says reassuringly and scoots closer slightly

Max smiles back gratefully but still not fully convinced. He doesn't want to push it so he asks the question that's been on his mind since he saw Cole rush out to cheer him on.

"Adam. Where were you? Why'd it take you so long to show up?" He states seriously

The older man shifts uncomfortably and avoids eye contact

Max notices

"Cole."

"Look. I- uh. I needed to visit Roddy alright. But then he tried to guilt me into staying longer. I didn't. I came back to watch you of course. I'm sorry I never told you, didn't mean to alarm to and i stayed backstage because i thought you wanted to do this on your own." he says quietly still avoiding eye contact

"Bay Bay, how many times do I have to tell this to you. The man is clearly faking it. He's just acting like a jealous ex fucking boyfriend so you'll pay attention to him"  He states trying to get the information through Adam's head, after readjusting his grip on his icepack

But apparently this angers him

"Max what do you know? All everyone has told me is that I'm stupid for being your friend. They all tell me how your gonna turn on me once the time is right. Roddys just acting like a dick right now, but he's still my friend. I need to support him like im supporting you. If they have to get used to the fact that your my bestfriend than you can get used to the fact that Roddys mine" Adam rushes out quite angry

Max feels his eyes widen, and backs off not wanting to cause chaos

"Fine. Goodnight" He says quietly, dropping the subject.

Max turns lays down on one side of the bed and gets under the covers before turning around, facing away from Adam, he lets his icepack rest behind his neck.

"Turn off the lights" He orders before going to sleep.

Cole suddenly feels guilty eat away at him.

This was Max's night. Why did he freak out on him? Everything the man said was true.

"I'm sorry Max" he whispers before getting out of bed to turn off the lights

He doesn't crawl back into bed though. No, he puts on a hoodie and leaves the hotel to go on a walk to get refreshed.

He still has a slight limp but he's had worse. He can deal with it.

He's quite chilly out so he tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets in an attempt to stay warm.

He doesn't get very far until he hears hushed whispers.

Cole tries not to look back and keeps walking. That is until he feels himself get grabbed and thrown onto the ground.

He groans in pain.

The group of people keep kicking and clawing at him. Adam let's them, he doesn't attempt to shove then away, he just curls up into a ball and waits for it to be over.

The attack goes on for another 5 minutes until he hears them talk to one another before leaving.

"Fucking asshole" He hears one of them say, the voice sounds familiar

He tries to look up and catches a glimpse of who they are. All he sees is blurs for about 5 seconds until his sight clears.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Its Roddy & The kingdom.

He should have known. Honestly he should've. He shouldn't have went to that damn hospital. He should've stayed with Max the whole time.

He's slowly drags himself off of the ground and rubs away the blood flowing from his nose from when he face planted onto the ground.

He groans in agony limps back to the hotel slow as ever.

He attempts to open the door quietly so he can sneak back into bed without worrying his tag partner.

But obviously that doesn't end up happening. The universe never seems to be on his side.

He opens the door to Max worryingly pacing around the room.

Once his eyes catch Adam's he rushes over and starts talking a mile a minute.

"What the fuck?! What happened?! Are you okay? Who did this to you. I swear to God Ada-"

"MAX im fine okay don't worry about me" he cuts Max's rambling off in an attempt to shrug of his concern.

Max grabs Adam's chin and stares him in the eyes.

"Don't worry about you?! Adam I swear to God. Don't you lie to me. Who. Did. This. To. You." He says dead serious

Adam shivers

"Max. I-"

"Adam. I'll fucking bend you over my knee" He says a threat.

Coles eyes widen as he feels his face get hot at that.

He knows he's serious to. Max will. It's almost happened before.

"It was Roddy and his gang" the flustered man whispers

Max is furious. He'll fucking kick their asses.

But he calms down enough so he doesn't flip out anymore infront of Adam.

"Come here" He guides Adam gently into the bathroom and sits him down on the counter.

Max goes between Coles legs and grabs a were wash cloth, he gently rubs the blood of his face and body.

Adam catches himself staring at Max, the way he's being so careful not to hurt him more. He likes the way Max looks whens he's focused. It's hot.

"Max.." Cole whispers to get his attention

MJF looks up from where he was almost finished patching up Adam's cuts on his arm.

"What is it?" He says concerned

Max examines Adam's face and gently puts his hand on his cheek and rubs

"Kiss me or leave me" he says quietly but bodly

This catches Max of guard and he flinched a bit, looking wide eye and flustered

"What?" He says confused

"Please, kiss me or just get it over with and leave me" The long haired man whimpers

The curly haired man smiles

He grabs Adam's face lightly and presses his lips onto his

Adam grabs the back of his neck and carefully as he can without causing the other man any pain.

"I'm not going to leave you Adam, I love you to much to do that" He whispers once they break the kiss

Adam smiles

"I'm sorry for getting upset at you earlier. I knew you were right. I just wanted to give him a chance" he apolagizes

"Its alright man don't apolagize, but don't think they're getting off the hook for this. Im gonna fucking kill them." Max states, he's eyes full of fury.

"Thanks" He starts before hopping of the counter so he can properly hug the man

"And by the way I love you too Max" he finishes and grabs Max so he can reconnect their lips.

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Edit- so um I made this before I watched 9/27 dynamite bruh I did not know Adam's ankle was THAT BAD like holy crap😭

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~

#better than you bay bay #adam cole #mjf aew #adamjf #adam cole bay bay #better than you and you know it #aew imagine #oneshot

[ily-fictional-women]

Help

Summary: A surprise visit turns out to be perfect timing. 

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Gn!Reader

Warnings: TW for self-harm!! While this is a hurt comfort fic please understand this could be triggering to you or others, be mindful. 

Word count: 1154

a/n: As I mentioned earlier I’m not posting about my other ongoing fic right now because I want to take a break from it so I don’t rush things like I did the last chapter. Anyways, if you’re currently struggling with mental health talk to a professional or someone you trust. I hope you enjoy the fic, sending much love! Also editor creds to my bsf who doesn’t want me @’ing them yet. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.) 

No one talks about what happens behind the scenes as an Avenger. While they all smile and pose for cameras all the time, no one is truly happy 24/7. Everyone is hurting in some way no matter how well they hide it. And the pain was becoming too much for Y/n. They were drowning in their thoughts, and with Carol being gone for a few months on an off-world mission it only got worse. The days became longer and the nights felt colder with no one there. Y/n had no one, no one. Or that is what the small voices Y/n felt in their head. The voices got louder and louder. 

Because of that eventually, they did. Y/n was alone and Carol isn’t supposed to come home for about a month or two. This could give them enough time to blame it on something else. Closing the bathroom door to their apartment Y/n took the cold metal to their wrist. As the blood started to spill they felt some satisfaction. It felt like the internal pain that had been building up was finally released. Some people believe harming yourself is solely for attention, but it isn’t. It’s about feeling a type of pain you can describe to others and understanding yourself when you can’t do the same with the pain you feel inside. 

As Y/n drew more lines they felt a release. A release of emotion they couldn’t share with anyone. But then they heard a loud heavy thump. It was Carol– she came home early. Carol typically lands on Y/n’s apartment balcony, and while they usually saw it as romantic and cute, now was the worst time. 

Carol slides the glass door to the balcony entrance walking into the living room before closing the door. “Babe?” she hollered out. Carol searched the living room and kitchen searching for Y/n. Then she searched the bedroom expecting to find her partner asleep. But all she saw was an empty bedroom with the bathroom door closed. Carol laughed “Sweetheart, you’re not hiding from me right.” 

Shit. The wave of guilt already started to wash over Y/n. Not trying to alarm Carol they did their best to sound okay “N- no, no I’m not hiding Carol.” The small stutter and the weak laugh that followed the reply weren’t convincing enough for Carol though. “Y/n, you’re scaring me. Are you okay in there?” More panic started to fill Y/n as they didn’t have time to clean the wounds. “I’m okay Carol, p- promise.”  

With Y/n’s voice sounding teary Carol tried to open the door “Y/n? Why is the door locked? You never lock this door.” The insistent questions set in even more panic for Y/n “Carol, it’s nothing.” Y/n starts tearing up and their voice cracks. “Please just leave me alone for a second.” Mid-sentence they had started to cry making Carol break the doorknob and open the door. Immediately Y/n held their arms behind their back holding the blade in one hand. 

“Y/n, honey. What’s behind your back? And why are you crying? Did something happen?” 

“Carol, I told you it’s nothing!” 

While Carol was focusing on Y/n’s face she did look down for a second, noticing the small droplets of blood dripping on the tile. “Oh my god, Y/n your bleeding!” Carol took one of Y/n’s wrists seeing the cuts. This made Y/n slowly collapse onto the floor leaning against the cold porcelain bathtub behind them. What started as small tears slowly turned to sobs as Carol knelt next to Y/n. 

“Baby, baby. It’s okay.” 

Y/n cried out “It’s not okay Carol! I’m scaring you and you’re probably mad at me fo-” Carol cut them off sternly “Don’t say that. Look at me okay.” She took Y/n’s chin gently motioning their head to look at her “I will never be mad at you for something like this.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay, good. Now Y/n I need you to give me the knife and tell me where your first aid kit is.” 

Y/n wiped away some of their tears while handing Carol the blade “The first aid kit is under the sink to your left.” As Carol started taking out the first aid kit and the alcohol next to it, Y/n started to profusely apologize “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Carol.” But Carol shushed them “It’s okay Y/n. There’s nothing to be sorry for I just need to get you cleaned up right now okay? You didn’t cut that deep, you’re okay Y/n.” Y/n nodded, the burn of the alcohol seeping into their cuts as Carol clean off the blood surrounding them and made them whimper. 

“I know, I know baby. We’re almost done. I just need to put some cotton on them then wrap your arm up.” 

After a few more minutes Y/n was finally patched up. “Can I ask you something Y/n?” They nodded. “Is there any more?” 

“Any more what Carol?” 

“Anymore blades or knifes Y/n. Was that your only one?” 

Y/n looked down at their arm, not able to look Carol in the eye “No, it’s the only one I use.” 

“Okay, I just want you to be safe.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, but I think we need to talk more about this Y/n.” Carol stood up also helping them get up as they both went into the bedroom sitting on the bed. “You want me to hold you while we talk?” Y/n cracked the smallest smile that faded as fast as it appeared before nodding. Nestling themself into Carol's side so Carol could rub their back, Y/n felt at peace. 

“So, Y/n. What’s wrong? Just talk to me.”    

“The depression was getting worse. I guess it just felt like I had no one. I was hurting enough to the point I needed a different kind of a pain to focus on.” 

“I know, and I get that. But Y/n, that relief is only temporary. It only makes things better for a moment.” 

“That’s the point though Carol” they started to tear up again “I just needed a moment of relief. I needed something to make me feel better for a moment.” 

Carol wipes away the tears that started to fall from Y/n’s eyes “Okay, just please, if you ever feel that urge again. Please, talk to me, or anyone else. Or do something that feeds that urge but doesn’t hurt yourself as much.” 

“I promise.” 

“Okay.” There was a moment of silence between the two as they each held onto the other. While to Y/n it did at times feel like they had no one, Carol was here. One day at a time, talking every day one day at a time is what it takes.

#carol danvers #captain marvel #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x y/n #mcu fic #ily fictional women #hurt/comfort

[randomingoftherandomness]

Wang Yao x Lan Jue

The first meeting after the war, and the promised meal.

Hi friend! Thank you for the prompt. I'm assuming you mean Wang Yan and not Wang Yao? (ง ื▿ ื)ว In any case! Enjoy! This one may have taken a life of its own haha

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"I would have been equally as happy to have this meal at your house."

Peizhi merely smiles in response, gaze darting across the table to spy at the way Mowen is lazily fanning himself while watching the serving girls artfully arrange the first round of their dishes for this evening.

Hiding the way his lips twitch in quiet amusement, he takes a deep sip of his cup of tea.

"I made a promise that I intended to keep, Mowen," Peizhi says gently when the girls bow, moving on delicate footsteps to retreat from their room. "A meal to celebrate your victory."

Mowen huffs, rolling his eyes. "Please stop. It's as if you don't already know that the threshold of my father's residence has almost been worn down by all those grateful families looking to hitch their daughters, sisters, or some such to me."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

Mowen parts his lips, eyes wide as if this, of all the insanities and terrors that Peizhi has ever spouted, is the one thing he has never expected to come out of him.

Peizhi expects him to respond in his typical bluster. To reply with some dismissive comment or another about how men like him need to be picky about who they choose as their partner, to wave away his comment with a laugh and a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Instead, Mowen closes his mouth, pursing his lips and says nothing.

Peizhi sighs, moving to refill Mowen's empty cup. "I can do that," Mowen says shortly, taking the teapot away and topping up his cup himself.

Watching him as he takes the practised motions of ladling out a bowl of soup for Peizhi, placing the best cuts of meat and vegetables on his plate before he even takes any for himself, Peizhi is struck with a sense of forlorn at the singular realisation that, ah, I've made him mad.

"Mowen-ah..."

"Eat," Mowen says curtly. "Eat up."

Heart thudding in his chest, twisting just that bit painfully, Peizhi plucks up his own chopsticks to do as he is told.

Mowen does not say anything and Peizhi feels, for the very first time in the hours and days and months and years they've shared together, lost.

"I didn't mean to offend you," He tries when the silence drags on. "You know I do not mean--"

"You meant what you said, Peizhi," Mowen interrupts, gaze kept low. "Don't disrespect yourself or me by telling me that you didn't mean to say what you said."

The unspoken, do not disrespect us and everything we have shared hangs heavy in the air, and Peizhi is seized by a shame that chokes him from the inside out.

Because it is true. He has meant every word he has ever said when it came to them. Every shred of honesty shared in the midnight hours when there was nothing between them but the night air and the tangle of their hairs on brocade pillow. Every single unspooled tenderness on love-marked skin, every decadent secret told only in kisses and breaths brushing against cheek and jaw.

Peizhi has always meant it.

Which is why he has to make Mowen understand.

"Do you truly believe it does not hurt to hear about how one family after another has attempted to marry their girls off to you? Do you truly think that my heart is that fickle when it comes to you?"

Mowen looks up at him. The corner of his eyes tinged with red, brown eyes dark with hurt.

"I find that I know you less and less," He answers. "Our first meeting since I came back, and you're trying to marry me off. My lover whom I've not seen for many months, the same one I've fought life and limb to come back to, is the one person I did not expect would try to do that."

Guilt holds Peizhi by the throat.

Abandoning his seat, he crosses over to Mowen, letting out an unbidden cry when he is welcomed into strong arms with no resistance. Somewhere outside their little private room, someone laughs. There's a floating note of music. It's neither the time nor place for them to be doing this, but Peizhi cannot bring himself to care.

It's too public a place for a final surrender, and yet, Peizhi cannot think of a better setting.

"Forgive me," He begs, pressing a kiss to Mowen's temple. Closing his eyes, he breathes in deeply. Lets Mowen tangles his hands in his robes. Allows himself to be moved to straddle Mowen's lap.

"Do you really want me to marry someone else?"

Peizhi does not hesitate to shake his head. Keeping his eyes fixed on Mowen, he shakes his head again as he cups the sides of his neck. "No. Never."

"Then please," Mowen whispers. "Please never say that to me again. Even if the Emperor himself commanded me to, I won't marry anyone. In this life, I'll only ever have you."

Heart caught between sadness and elation, Peizhi, presses their brows together. Synching their breaths, he lets Mowen lay him down on his back. Lets the air in his lungs be stolen by kisses and drowns in the familiar weight of Mowen's body finally pressing on his own.

Fingertips caress his cheek. Peizhi nuzzles into sword-calloused palm. "We should have had this dinner at home."

"Now you know," Mowen scoffs, leaning in to kiss the corner of his smile. "Haven't seen you in months and you drag me out for dinner when we could be having the same meal in bed."

"In bed?"

"In bed," Mowen confirms, pulling back, and taking Peizhi with him as he goes. "Half naked with me feeding you."

Peizhi bites back the chuckle that threatens to escape him.

He straightens his clothes and looks over the dishes while Mowen does the same for his own. Presentable enough or not, it really doesn't matter, he'll make sure that Xu Dong picks them up via the back door. Maybe he can get the servers to pack this up for tomorrow's meal.

"I'll be going to pick Lan Hui up in a fortnight to come to live at Lan Manor again."

"That's good, I think he'd be happy to be home again," Mowen answers, reaching over easily to redo his crown with practised ease.

Reaching up to wrap a hand around Mowen's wrist, he says, "Come with me."

"What? Are you so eager to announce to your son that I've finally made an honest man of you?"

Peizhi lets loose a short bark of laughter, leaning into him. "No, I want to tell him that I'm taking him home and surround him with family again. And I want you there when I do it."

Mowen raises an eyebrow before teasingly asking, "And you want to tell him you've gotten him a new stepmother? Is that why you want me to be there? Should I dress in some women's things? I think I could pass for a pretty woman if Lan Hui's eyesight is a bit shot from all the reading you make him do."

"Rascal," Peizhi chides, moving aside to call for a server. After he relays his orders, he turns back to Mowen, drinking in the sight of him. "Though I would need to pay an astronomical dowry for your hand in marriage, I would do it. Just so that I can see you in a dress."

Mowen's laughter rings loud and happy in the room. When he closes the distance between them, he eyes up the door before sneaking in a quick peck to Peizhi's cheek. "Even in a dress, I'll still have my Lan-daren under me, panting and aching for me and only me."

A frisson of desire starbursts up his spine at the timbre of Mowen's voice and the dancing of his breath on Peizhi's heated skin. Eyes fluttering open, he swallows tightly. "Check on the server and tell him to hurry up."

Dark eyes flicker over his face, glinting with mischief. "Whatever my husband asks of me," Mowen purrs in reply.

#a league of nobleman fic #a league of nobleman #wang yan #mowen #lan jue #peizhi #what's their ship name lol #mowen x peizhi #wang yan x lan jue #gab writes stuff #this was supposed to be cute and quick oneeeee #not one that literally took so much! i despair at my self control #menaso thank you for the prompt!