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[emelinstriker]

Mink (Ink MK) ♡ Opinions

Minky-Mink needs love too y'know.

Even if some people disagree with the choice of one's lover based on past experiences with said inky entity...

Also not gonna lie, I probably got the layout of Flower Fruit Mountain messed up cuz I just went purely by memory, so if something changed over the course of the show, and it shouldn't be like that in the current timeframe of the story, just ignore it- I can't be bothered with looking back at all the episodes involving the mountain and whatever happens on it- fdhgnfdhghfdg

Art drawn by me

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡ 

You and your friend MK were walking towards the waterfall on Flower Fruit Mountain. MK was supposed to train with Monkey King today, and you just decided to go with him to visit Sun Wukong again after not having seen him since the beach party you had following the downfall of the Brotherhood. You even brought some peach-flavored snacks for him!

Once MK split the waterfall and you entered, you almost immediately spotted Wukong seemingly napping on his peach tree. MK decided to grab his attention, "Monkey King! We're here!"

Monkey King opens his eyes and grinned, lazily waving. "Hey, bud. You're early." Then he noticed you before jumping off the tree to talk to the two of you. "Oh hey, (Y/N). What brings you here today? I don't think you said anything about joining in on training."

You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively as you let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh- Ah, no... I'm just here to visit. I haven't seen you since the beach party... And I brought snacks for you!" You then began to drop your backpack to shuffle around in it, grabbing some of the peach-flavored snacks. MK just stared at you in both awe and shock... How did you manage to fit all of those in there?! Meanwhile, Wukong snickered at the sight of all those snacks in your arms. He crossed his arms with a grin.

"Oh damn, you brought a lot... You sure these are for me? I could just, you know, use my hair and recreate those... Would've been a lot less expensive-" "No, no! I insist!" You interrupted him with a sheepish smile. "I'd rather have you eat actual food than food made from your hair, to be honest. It's a lot more comforting not having to ignore the fact that your food would technically be made out of your hair."

Wukong shrugged as he took the snacks from you. "Eh, point taken." He then glanced back over to your backpack and paused as something caught his eye. And yet, he didn't say anything as he slowly frowned in suspicion. His frown was quickly masked by a smile. "So, do you guys wanna come in?"

You grabbed your backpack off the ground and nodded before making your way inside with MK. Placing your bag on the couch, you turn back towards Wukong with a small smile as you place your backpack against the side of the couch. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you two, Monkey King. Otherwise I would've just spent the entire day at Pigsy's."

He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mention it. It's a lot more fun hanging with me and MK than at the noodle shop, if I'm being honest here." He said kind of smugly. "Who knows what could happen next? What kind of adventures await us while simply being in this room?" Monkey King added dramatically. Then his eyes landed on your backpack again as he got suspicious once more. Just to make sure of what he saw, his eyes flickered golden for a moment to confirm your backpack's content to him, revealing exactly what he assumed he saw... He had to bring it up now, because what he saw was dangerous...

"Say, (Y/N)... Have you brought anything else besides snacks?"

You tilted your head at him in confusion. "Um... No? I only brought snacks as gifts. I don't have other gifts for you, sorry..."

He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'm not talking about specifically gifts for me... I'm talking about if you brought anything else in general with you." You blinked at him, still confused, but at least he clarified his question.

"Um... I can just show you my backpack if that helps... I don't own any weapons or anything like that though, so I'm not sure why you're asking about this-" You said as you picked up your backpack, placing it on the couch. The moment you opened it, both MK and his mentor peer into your backpack with you. The ginger-furred simian already saw what was in there, but the sight shocked MK as he looks a bit... Confused? Betrayed?

"What... W-Why do you have that scroll, (Y/N)?" MK asked in disbelief as he looked at the black and blue scroll sitting at the bottom of your now-empty-of-snacks backpack. You were just purely confused about why both were stressing so much about the scroll... The scroll has never been evil since you got it a long while ago from your dad... All it did was give you a new friend... Or rather lover. And he's never done anything in the months you've known him personally.

"Nezha took the scroll and brought it back to where it came from... How do you have it? Did he give it to you? Did you steal it?" Wukong asked with a raised eyebrow. You nervously scratched your cheek. While your answer was simple and you didn't plan anything malicious, you really didn't feel comfortable with the way Wukong sounded... It was as if you were being interrogated for doing something horrible.

While you were trapped in the scroll with your friends before, something they didn't know about was how the scroll's curse never actually did anything to you, at all. And instead of reliving some form of memory of yours or the past like the others, you actually were just lost and wandering aimlessly... Until you met the curse and talked to it. Or, well, him... Because the curse took on the form of MK, but made out of ink, including imitating his voice. He probably took on your friend's form to appear friendlier, which worked to an extent... After all, you weren't used to seeing MK's monkey form made out of ink.

Long story short, you became friends with the scroll's curse and even got a lot closer after your dad gave you the now much more docile scroll... How he got his hands on it, you never questioned since this was far from the weirdest achievements he's managed to reach. You would not be surprised if he had connections to the Underworld or the Celestial Realm. He was probably also the one who brought back Mink. Because you remembered how the curse was practically blasted and defeated by MK before being used by Azure Lion... Well, the curse was responsive once more when you opened the scroll.

"W-Well, um... My dad gave it to me and told me to open it whenever I'm in trouble or feel lonely... S-So... Uh..." You stammered out. MK blinked at you in confusion and suspicion while his mentor's glare was fully set on suspicion.

"(Y/N), you've seen what that scroll does... even with the curse not actively haunting us or our past and future. Especially if it falls into the wrong hands... I'm not saying you're directly the one with the wrong hands, but you could be at risk of losing that scroll to someone who would only do bad with it. Azure Lion was one of those..." Monkey King states firmly, trailing off with a bit of sadness when he thought about his fallen brother.

You frowned at him. "But... Mink wouldn't let that happen twice... And I already am carrying the scroll around everywhere I go..." Your friends looked at you in confusion. Ah, right... They didn't know who Mink was. So you added, "Mink is the scroll's ink demon curse... I named him that myself and he seemed to like it-" "Wait, wait, wait-" MK cut you off, "You named the curse? And gendered it??"

You nodded awkwardly. Monkey King pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You know what? How about you just give me the scroll and I'll make sure it reaches Nezha again. Or I might as well just bring it back to the Underworld myself." He then reached his hand into your backpack. However, before he could grab the item, the scroll began to move. Monkey King and his successor took a step back in fear of the scroll lashing out at them and sucking them back inside to trap them. You on the other hand just casually reached your hand into your backpack, which seemed to stop the scroll from moving. Then you pulled it out and and held it in your hand.

"Mink doesn't like it when someone else holds the scroll of memory after all that happened... Usually I'm the only one he doesn't mind being carried by." You said, shrugging. Your words only seemed to confuse your friends more and more. 'How could you be so casually with such a dangerous weapon of entrapment?', they were probably wondering. Then you got an idea. "How about I introduce you guys to him? I know you technically already met him, but he's changed since you guys have last seen him..." And before they could respond, you open the scroll. Dread is plastered across your two friends' faces as they prepare to fight.

As the familiar black ink splat onto the ground beneath the scroll, a kneeling figure was formed by it on top of the small puddle. An inky figure with a swaying monkey tail and blue lights for a face... It took on the form of MK as it seemingly grinned at the real MK and his mentor.

"It really has been a while... MK, Sun Wukong."

There was some serious tension in the air as they both glare daggers into the ink demon in front of them. Mink stretches a bit as he stands up from his kneeling position. "No need to look so hostile. I'm not even doing anything." He then wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his tail around your leg. Despite him being made out of ink, the form the curse took on was quite solid and somewhat warm to the touch. "I'm just here to make sure my beloved human feels comfortable."

"MK, Monkey King, meet Mink. He's my, um... goopy boyfriend." You said sheepishly, to which Mink seemed to smugly grin at the other two. MK and Monkey King were both baffled. You were dating a literal curse placed upon the Scroll of Memory to keep others trapped in it! How could they not be shocked??

Though, for MK it wasn't so much the fact that you were dating a curse that confused him, instead it was the fact that the curse decided to use its ink replica of him to be affectionate with you. This, in of itself, made him feel uncomfortable and a bit disgusted since he saw you more as something like a sibling... And basically seeing a depiction of himself being romantically involved with you was just weird to him.

"...Alright, that scroll really has to be returned though-" Monkey King started, but then was cut off the moment he tried reaching for the scroll in your hands. An audible, ominous growl could be heard coming from Mink, which sounded more like a corrupted monster than the usual voice replica of MK.  The curse glared at the Great Sage Equal To Heaven while holding you close.

"That scroll now belongs to (Y/N). No one else will have it. I refuse to let anyone ever separate me from them!" Mink said angrily, which was a huge difference in behavior compared to when the group was trapped within the scroll.

Meanwhile, you also held tightly onto the scroll, hugging it close to your chest as you shook your head. "Sorry... But Mink and I already agreed on him staying with me... Which does unfortunately mean I have to keep the scroll around me at all times..."

"But does it really have to take on my form??" MK whined in response as he eyed Mink.

Mink shrugged in return before letting go of you to cross his arms. "What can I say? I just like this form. It's simple, not too tall or too short, not unfamiliar to (Y/N)... And I get to off-handedly remind you of our conversation a while ago! Isn't that fun~?" He said that last part rather mockingly, which made MK clench his fists. On the other hand, Monkey King's eyes softened a little as he looked at you, worried.

"(Y/N), think about this... Even if it- he- the curse, isn't doing anything right now, you can't forget about that scroll being more of a weapon against even the divine... Mink might trap more people in the scroll. And maybe even trap you in there agai-" "I would never do that!" Mink angrily cut him off, MK's replica voice sounded insulted. "Out of all the beings in existence that can get imprisoned, my beloved human will never be one of them! They can enter and leave the scroll freely whenever they want. It's already like their second home anyway." The ink curse added firmly before taking your hand into his.

Monkey King scoffed. "In my opinion, it would still be best to bring you back to where you belong. In the scroll, and in the Underworld."

"Well too bad, bud. I'm not leaving. You can't keep me from (Y/N)." Mink retaliated. The MK copy then seemed to pout as he shows a blue-glowing tongue, pointing it in the simian's direction like a stubborn child. Monkey King's eye seemed to twitch in annoyance.

"Mink isn't even outside of the scroll in public... He only ever comes out whenever we're alone..." You added, trying to defend the curse. Monkey King hesitantly sighed.

It took some time and some more arguments, but eventually MK and his mentor gave in and agreed to let you keep Mink... On the condition that Mink continues to stay in the scroll around people, and of course that you never use the scroll against others, even if you hated them. As if you were going to plan anything with the scroll anyway...

But on the other hand, Monkey King told Nezha about you, Mink, the scroll, and your relationship with the scroll's curse, and... uh...

He was not happy.

Like, at all.

However, that did not stop Mink from being with you. This actually ended up becoming more of a game of Nezha trying to "rescue" you while Mink would just hide you in the scroll whenever the Lotus Prince was around. And while Monkey King usually wouldn't help you with Mink, he would slowly start to join in on this little game and be the one to hide the scroll, pretending like he didn't see it. Just to mess with Nezha for the fun of it.

Soon, the rest of the crew found out about Mink's more permanent reappearance. While it also took a while, they did slowly start to accept him. Pigsy was the most pissed off one, just because Mink would end up leaving ink everywhere he went in the noodle shop... And of course, when Pigsy would tell you to it all clean up due to Mink technically being your responsibility, all the ink on the ground would suddenly disappear the moment you turned the corner to grab a mop. Sandy was probably the most open to the idea of you finally having found someone to love. Even if that someone was the literal curse that kept the group within the scroll... But at least Mink was nice to talk to! On top of that, Tang tried talking to him about history since Mink knew about everything immortalized within the scroll, to which Mink would ominously reply, "Wanna see for yourself?"

And of course, MK and Mei were still very much on edge... Especially MK due to, well, the entire topic of you literally dating an ink copy of him. Though, Mei kind of over it after realizing that she could now have another cool friend to hang out and have fun with. Mink's ink really helps in scary pranks, after all...

Then there was your relationship...

"Listen. You didn't specify when you said you wanted to have our next date on Flower Fruit Mountain." Mink said with a sly grin. You gave him a comedically unamused look.

"But I said Flower Fruit Mountain, not Flower Fruit Mountain within the scroll."

"Oh c'mon, there's not much of a difference anyway. The mountain barely even changed from the memories in the scroll. In my opinion, anyway. Besides, the actual mountain wouldn't let me do this-"

Suddenly a bunch of fireflies were summoned around you two as you sat on a cliff, leaning against Mink's inky body. You looked at them in awe as they lit up the night sky of the mountain's memory. "...They're beautiful."

"I could just throw in something cheesy. But the sentence of 'Not as beautiful as you' wouldn't exactly apply..." He started as you looked at him a bit offended.

But before you could chew him out over that comment, he added, "...It wouldn't apply because I've seen many use this line in the past, and literally none of the memories displayed within the entire history of the scroll's archive would compare to you. Not even all of them combined..." Which in turn made you snort as your offended look faded. Mink gave you a sly grin again at your reaction.

"...Just in my opinion, sweetheart."

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Run Wild 1

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You transferred in to Kortac thinking you'd be the only shifter. You were wrong. Very wrong. But maybe these two aren't so bad after all.

Warnings: Swearing, minor jumpscare, reader is very briefly harassed (and deals with it too), brief violence, implied threat of violence, shifter etiquette.

Word count: 2k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!mink shifter!reader

You paused outside, bag still in hand, inhaling deeply. Nobody had warned you that there would be shifters here. 

Probably because your own status as a shifter wasn't anywhere on your paperwork, but still! 

Well. Maybe you'd get lucky and you'd avoid them, at least for now. After all, KorTac was not a small company, there was every possibility that you'd be able to just sneak by as one of the new recruits. Maybe–

You stopped dead as you spotted someone watching you from across a short field. Sunglasses concealed his eyes, and almost no skin was visible. But you knew he was staring at you. 

Well. Fuck. 

You hurried to slip in the middle of the other recruits, hoping that would help you hide. 

Okay. This was… less than ideal. Maybe you could still salvage this. If you hid with the others, your scent wouldn't be as noticeable. And you'd just have to be very careful about where and when you shifted, which had been your life for the past few years anyway. 

And it worked. For a solid week, nobody approached you or questioned you or anything. Recruit bunks were less than ideal but, again, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before. 

One week of training, getting to know the new base, and staying under the radar enough. 

Then your luck ran out. 

You were heading back to the bunks with a group of recruits when they all stopped dead. You stumbled to a halt a moment later. 

The biggest man you'd ever seen in your life stood in front of the group of you, hood concealing everything about him but his eyes. Bulging arms crossed over his chest, effortlessly intimidating the entire group. 

"You stay." The voice was accented differently than you expected, and those eyes focused on you. 

"The rest of you, go." 

You jumped and turned to look, finding the sunglasses man from before standing behind the group. 

The rest of the recruits all vanished. Great. 

"With me." The sunglasses one turned sharply and started walking. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that the big guy was still behind you, clearly waiting for you to obey. Shoulders slumped, you gave in. 

The three of you walked to the far end of base, where there was no one around and a lot of open space. Great. Not threatening at all. Cool. 

"You're a shifter." Sunglasses stopped and turned to look at you. His tone was almost bland except for the thinnest bit of anger. 

You just swallowed but didn't verbally reply. All three of you knew the truth. You knew they could smell it on you, just as you could smell that they were both shifters. 

"You didn't come introduce yourself." He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, tipping his head until you could see his eyes, almost amber. 

"Didn't know there were shifters here." Which was the truth, but also a weak excuse. Any normal shifter would have asked ahead of time. 

He took one step closer to you, and you resisted the urge to back up. "Packless?" 

You nodded, just once. But didn't bare your throat to him. Not yet. 

"Shift." 

You blinked at the order, and it was an order, with the full weight of the alpha behind it. You chewed on your lip for a moment, glancing back at the big guy again. He leaned closer to you, big and threatening. 

Well. This was potentially going to be embarrassing. 

You shifted, not bothering to remove any clothing first. It was the first time in years you'd shifted in front of others, and it left you oddly anxious. You wiggled out of your clothes easily and peered up at the two. 

They were much, much bigger this way. (Most everything was when you weighed two pounds.) 

They both stared down at you. The big one crouched down slowly, one gloved hand reaching out slowly to you. 

"Tiny," he muttered. 

You bared your teeth at him, undaunted by his size. You'd bite him if he kept this up. 

"Enough." The alpha crouched down too, hands dangling between his knees, sunglasses inscrutable. “You’ve got two options here. You submit, or you transfer out.” 

Well. When he put it like that. You took a couple cautious steps closer to him, heart hammering against your ribs. You knew what you had to do. It was just. Not easy. But you forced yourself to roll over onto your back, exposing your soft underside. (Although, really, you were so tiny if either of them caught you it wouldn’t be hard to hurt you.) 

The alpha rumbled softly in approval, making it easier to stay still. “Shift and get dressed,” he ordered. “We’ll show you the pack room.” He pushed up to his feet, motioning to the other shifter as well. Leaving you to shift and scramble back into your clothes in record time before jogging after them. 

“You have a pack room?” You glanced between the two, undeniably curious. 

Sunglasses looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Never had one?” 

“Of course I have.” You looked away. You were terrible at lying when asked a direct question like that. Lying on paperwork was so much easier!

“Where did you transfer from?” That came from the giant in the hood. 

You told him slowly, a little reluctant. Because you knew that if they checked records, there weren’t any shifters on that base, and hadn’t been for years. 

There was a very good possibility that you’d still get in a boatload of trouble over this. Fuck. 

The alpha went first into the barracks, and you followed him. He completely ignored most of the rooms, instead heading for the back of the building. He pushed open a door, striding inside. 

A very large couch took up a good portion of the room, with a TV in front of it. A corner had been dedicated to a minifridge and microwave. 

It was… oddly cozy. And smelled entirely of the two of them. You blinked a couple times, looking around. This was not what you’d expected. At all. 

The alpha settled in the single chair in the room, while the big one took the couch. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not sure where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to do. 

“Sit.” The alpha nodded to the couch. So you sat, carefully, on the edge of one cushion. He huffed out a soft sound of amusement. “We’re not going to eat you.” 

“I was not thinking that, that’s actually worse.” You wrinkled your nose. 

“What is your shift?” The big one tipped his head to one side, like some big curious pup. 

“A mink.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “You?” 

He huffed. “A bear.” 

You blinked. You’d always known that bigger predators were more common than little ones like you, but damn. You turned your gaze to the alpha, curious. 

His teeth glinted when he smiled. “Tiger.” 

“Well.” You pursed your lips. You were comically tiny in comparison. Even as a human, you were considerably shorter than both of them. 

“When was the last time you were in a pack?” The alpha didn’t lean forward, but you could tell he was curious. 

“Recently,” you hedged. 

The alpha huffed but didn’t push further. You had a feeling he was letting the topic rest for now, rather than permanently. 

“You’re allowed here any time,” he said instead of continuing questioning you. “Tomorrow you’ll start training with us.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. At least not so soon. Sure packs were supposed to do stuff like that but you’d expected more of a trial period first, or something. “Yes sir.” 

He nodded once, and that was that. 

Of course, training turned out to not be what you’d expected. Horangi first put you through your paces, expression completely hidden, only whiffs of scent giving you any clue as to what he was feeling. Mostly amusement. Undoubtedly at your expense. 

König simply watched from the sidelines, but he was easier to read. He enjoyed watching you, occasional murmurs of encouragement or little hisses of sympathy. 

But neither of them moved when a big guy sidled up to you, smirking.

He was gonna be an ass.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing here?” the big guy asked, mockingly cooing at you. 

You showed your teeth in a smile. “Training.” 

“Yeah? Training how to be a good girl?” He chuckled at his own joke. 

You did not. You narrowed your eyes, assessing him quickly. He was bigger than you, with a longer reach. But he was probably slower. Not to mention he wasn’t suspecting a thing. 

So you brought your knee up hard into his crotch, grinning with malicious glee at his pained wheeze. When his hands flew to cover himself, you punched him in the chest, once, hard. Just above his diaphragm. He wheezed, doubling over, struggling to breathe. 

You stepped away from him to give yourself space… straight into Horangi. You jumped, but his hand simply settled on your shoulder, stilling you. 

So when the big guy finally lifted his head, looking mad as hell, he faltered at the sight of Horangi behind you. 

“Run along.” Horangi didn’t even sound threatening. Just bored. Like this didn’t matter to him, a mere blip in his day. 

The soldier didn’t question it, just hobbled away carefully without another word. 

Huh. Okay, this whole pack business wasn’t all bad. 

Of course, it wasn’t all good, either. Training with the two of them put a noticeable distance between yourself and the other recruits, which made for some very annoying moments at meals and in the bunks. It also gave you less free time (which wasn’t all bad but it was something to grumble about). 

Slowly, though, you relaxed around them, spending time in the pack room and learning more about them. Not that they made it easy - as much as you didn’t like to answer questions about yourself, they were every bit as bad. Getting information out of them was difficult, and most of the time you didn’t bother.

But you did learn by observing. You learned that Horangi preferred tea, that he liked night runs, that he liked water (you’d found him in the base pool more than once). König had a variety of video games he’d play, but he didn’t like to play with an audience. He was also more easily startled than Horangi, which you discovered on accident but absolutely did not regret. 

You hadn’t thought you were sneaking. But you walked into the pack room to find König very invested in a game, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He hadn’t acknowledged you, hadn’t even seemed to notice you.

And, well… Look. Minks were mischievous. It was a thing. And you’d been very well behaved around them so far, had only been a bit sassy and hadn’t played any pranks at all.

Yet.

You were literally looking at a golden opportunity. 

You couldn’t quite contain your little wiggle of excitement, but then you went still, coiling your muscles. Still no acknowledgement from your big packmate. One slow breath in, and–

You leapt. 

König shrieked, dropping the controller and grabbing you before throwing you off his back in a move you couldn’t actually follow. You did follow flying through the air, hitting the wall a few feet from the TV, and falling to the floor. (Fortunately you didn’t hit the wall hard.) 

There was dead silence for a full three count. 

“What the fuck?” Horangi demanded as he burst into the room, taking in the scene. 

You bounced back to your feet with an absolutely gleeful grin, totally unharmed. “Wow, that was fun! Let’s do that again!” 

“No!” König sounded mildly panicked, hands up, palms facing you. “Do not!” 

“What happened?” Horangi growled out, hands flexing at his sides.

“My fault,” you immediately said, shoulders hunching just a little. “I just wanted to play a little prank. Tried to jumping on his back. But he sent me flying, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages! Please?” You made your eyes big and shiny before turning your gaze on König again. 

And he faltered before swearing softly in German. Horangi came to his rescue. 

“No,” he drawled. “Not unless you want to bring some mats up here so you have a better landing place. I’m not fixing the wall if you dent it.”

You immediately brightened and König groaned. 

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The bastards and Nezha

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Despite the ups and downs thank you for giving us this AU! Your work and your desire to bring content to your followers is much appreciated

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Hi! I love your Al writing. Could you do something where the reader is very playful and often wants him to chase her?

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Alastor x GN!Reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, not explicit but as a general rule MDNI 18+

author’s note: thank you so much, i really appreciate hearing that you like the way i write him! i’ve been trying my best to respect his character as much as possible while still having some fun, so that really means a lot 🥹 i decided to go with fluff and gn! just to be safe, but hopefully i’ve done your ask justice - thank you for sending it my way 💖✨

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“Dearest, have you seen my bow tie?” Alastor called from the bedroom, nearly making you drop your earring in the bathroom sink.

This was a loaded question, as Alastor had a handful of identical ties. Of course you knew which one he was referring to, unsurprised that he had figured out it was missing. That had been the point, after all, but you weren’t ready to call your little game quits just yet.

“Which one, the black?” you called back, smiling at yourself as you secured the earring. Teasing him was simply too much fun.

Alastor had been working very closely with Charlie and Vaggie over the last couple months planning a grand re-opening of the hotel to showcase it to any and all interested sinners. After countless late nights and meticulous scheduling, the night was finally here. So naturally, Alastor had gotten a fresh suit and tie to mark the occasion.

He appeared in the doorway, eyeing you with suspicion in the mirror, and you busied yourself with the second earring as your pulse jumped. You knew he favored red, but you wouldn’t be opposed to him wearing black more often. If you had thought the tuxedo was nice while it hung in the armoire, it was positively magnificent on Alastor. All that was missing was the white bow tie.

A small part of you felt bad to use this as an opportunity to play around, but you couldn’t help it! The past week had been particularly stressful — wouldn’t it be nice to let off a little steam before the big event?

“Is this really the time for one of your little games?” he asked, voice low, your eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as he caged you in from behind. You shivered as he placed a kiss to your bare shoulder. He was good at playing games, too. “I know you’ve done something with it.”

“And why would I sabotage your big night?” you asked, turning your nose up in feigned innocence.

His large hands gripped your hips, causing you to gasp, and you felt yourself shrinking into him as his intense eyes stared you down in the mirror. The satisfied smile on his lips almost made you lightheaded. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but it was a welcome twist, though you didn’t mistake his roaming hands as lustful. Lucky for you and unfortunate for him, the bow tie wasn’t hidden on your person. Did he think he was dealing with an amateur?

Alastor tutted and released you after a brief but thorough pat down. “Not here, hm? I’ll give you one more chance to tell me before I become cross.”

You slipped out from under him and made your way to the door, pausing only long enough to wink before making a run for it. He said your name in warning from the bathroom before coming after you, chasing you around the suite as you giggled. You were shockingly adept at avoiding him; he normally only caught you when he cheated.

The chase went on for a minute or so before a shadow wrapped around your waist and tossed you on the bed. A couple more pinned you down as Alastor loomed over you, a winning look his face.

“Come darling, we really don’t have much time. Especially if you’ve wrinkled it.”

You pouted and laid on the melodrama, pretending to be offended. “Wrinkle? Do you really think I’d stoop so low?” When all he did was raise an eyebrow in response, you sighed. The game was over. For now at least. “It’s in my underwear drawer.”

He scoffed and brought a hand to his head, finally releasing you from his shadow’s hold as he made his way to your dresser. “Why here, of all places?”

He was so cute when he was perplexed, and you smiled to yourself as you watched him fuss with the tie.

“Because you’d never think to check there, obviously.”

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#mink writes #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fan fiction #alastor x gn!reader #x reader #alastor fluff #hazbin hotel fluff

[princesssmars]

plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #mike #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #mike munroe smut #minke munroe fluff #football player!mike #college!mike

[lawomi]

Heart Pirates depart from Zou! Part 2/2

What they see is... over here 🔞 BlueSky💃. ...She's genuinely an airhead. (Its on tumblr too now. Lol)

OC Omi is She/Any nonbinary

Blah blah blah... and brief devil fruit summary.

He gives in to Shachi and Penguin and lets her board, but with the catch that she's required to escort Nekomamushi! Of course, she stays... thanks to some situations I might draw. Oops.

Hito Hito No Mi: Model Werewolf gives a mink a semi-human form & boosts power + speed under Any moonlight.

Its awakening allows minks to sulong regardless of time or moon phase with the catch that it takes further intensive training to control compared to the typical sulong.

#trafalgar law #heart pirates #bepo #one piece shachi #one piece penguin #one piece #one piece mink #oc x canon #law x reader #law fanart #law one piece #one piece bepo #op bepo #op shachi #op penguin #lawomi #my art #op mink #anthro #furry #one piece x reader #one piece x oc #one piece au #heart pirates au #fan devil fruit #mink oc

[mink-place]

Thank you for answering my question, can I request headcanons of the pillarmen’s S/O being obsessed with touching their hair :)

Of course, dear! Thank you for your request, I don't write often for our lovely pillarmen so hope this isn't too ooc.

Pillarmen's s/o that is obsessed with their hair.

Kars

He knows that his hair is amazing, he spends a lot taking care of it.

He likes when you touch his hair while he's relaxing.

The only time when he's not letting you touch his hair is when he's busy with something very important.

Far from that, he's pleased to have you touching his hair, and maybe he'll even return your affection.

Wamuu

He's confused, do all humans are this obsessed with hair?

He doesn't take much care of his hair, just a bit to keep it with a clean look, but far from that nothing.

Likes to touch your hair more than you touching his.

Will let you touch his hair ofc, but feels a little weird in a sense that makes him a little shy.

Esidisi

Everytime you touch his hair, he touches yours too, he doesn't really understand this kind of affection, but it's okay with it.

He gets to like it, won't ask you to do it tho.

Will start taking more care of it when he realizes you like his hair.

Santana

The first time you tried to touch his hair, he just got away from you.

He's not used to physical touch and it's very weird about it, so it may take him a while to grow to like it.

Go easy on him or he'll get overwhelmed and run away from you.

When he's used to it, he likes you to touch his hair when he's trying to sleep, it comforts him.

This is too short, sorry for that q-q

#jjba #jjba part 2 #pillarmen #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #kars jojo #esidisi jojo #wamuu jojo #santana jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #mink-place

[miadraws0]

Some manga panel minks sketches ❤️‍🔥

I miss when Phinks was drawn like the blockhead he is and him in general

#phinks x reader #phinks hxh #phantom troupe #hxh #hxh fanart #minks #my art #miadraws #phinks

[cherryskyies]

AOT men when you find a ferret outside

includes: Levi, Erwin, Armin, Eren, and Reiner

based on true events, I literally found a ferret in my backyard a few days ago so now I'm a ferret mom.

navigation || masterlist

#serious i have no clue how to care for yhis ferret but i have a vet app set and google has been my best friend #his name is actually elios (el-eye-ose) but it started as minks because i thought he was a mink at first #attack on titan #oneshot #anime #levi #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi headcanon #snk levi #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi smau #aot au #aot eren #aot smau #aot texts #eren headcanons #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren #reiner #reiner x reader #reiner fluff #snk reiner #snk oneshot #armin x reader #erwin x reader #ferret

[emelinstriker]

Asjgxgivkk pick him up and play with him like a barbie (ngl tho he'd probably bite me lol)

#eternal servants au #esau qna #esau mink #esau x reader #lmk ink mk #mink x reader #art

[roastedchik]

Why.... WHYYYY there is not "Ink MK x Reader"?

What's up with my boy?!

I'm just

#i wanna a fanfic with my baby #fanfic #ink mk #mink #lmk #inky mk lmk #lmk ink mk #lego monkie kid #lmk fanfic #i have a request #lego #lmk fandom #lmk fanfiction #ink mk x reader #i wanna #aaaaaaaaa #*dies*

[cebwrites]

fluff headcanons (PenShachi, Bepo)

gn reader, poly (PenShachi x reader) word count: 0.7k

Penguin and Shachi

They’re the definition of do not separate - that one meme of “this is my boyfriend _, and this is his boyfriend _”?

Yeah, that’ll be the three of you

Penguin and Shachi have long been a thing by the time you board the crew and potentially catch feelings (childhood friends to lovers softies)

They’re more open than most, though, so you’ve a better than average chance of success if you fall for one of them, just know that the other isn’t too far away and you might fall for them, too <3

Shachi absolutely loves seeing you and Penguin in casual wear, especially since all of you are in uniform a lot of the time, he’s reluctant to go on actual shopping trips but watching you two model all the new fits you picked up later? He’s beside himself with the heart eyes

Penguin is a little more discrete about this (or at least tries to be, he’s got an ‘image’ to uphold, after all) but it always tugs on his heartstrings whenever he sees you wearing his or Shachi’s caps - a surefire way to get quick smooches from your flightless boyfriend

They’re both bi! Pen has a lean to men and Shach has no preference but gosh, are they in love with each other, adding you to the mix too? The more the merrier

Penguin is also a trans man <3

Shachi was a little worried about what the arrangements would be with someone new, especially Penguin’s comfort and opening up, but the more the three of you got to know each other, the quicker you bonded and the easier it got for him to trust you

On a strictly surface-level basis, however, Penguin is the most territorial

Whatever free-time the three of you can squeeze between Pen and Shach’s shared first-mate duties with Bepo, you’re grateful for 

Some nights you paint each other’s nails and giggle about cute girls in magazines, other nights you watch the boys’ eyes light up as they gush about the Sora comics, and sometimes all any of you have energy for is passing out together after a long day and simply laying in each other’s presence

Bepo

The sweetest, darlingest little angel you’ve ever met

He doesn’t recognize his own feelings at first, the way his heartbeat picks up whenever you smile at him, how his paws get kind of sweaty when you lean against him (it’s not from the Tang’s Heat), and god forbid lay on his plush tummy for a nap - he feels like he’s soaring!

You bonded with Bepo because the two of you were close in age, him being the youngest on a crew consisting of people mostly 30 at up, next to his own captain, who even then was 26 with Bepo being four years behind

Once the two of you are settled in, confessed feelings and all, he’s super cuddly; like, super cuddly! He just loves being close to you!

The Tang’s heat might pose as an obstacle to this, but the moment y’all are in air conditioned side of the ship Bepo’s taking advantage of the situation and getting in at least a few hour’s worth of snuggles in

If it’s too hot too be that close, he’ll still cutely tug at your uniform sleeve whenever you’re by his side

It’s no surprise that his favorite occasions are when the crew gets to dock at a winter island and he gets to hug you as much as his heart desires under the guise of ‘keeping warm’ - nobody buys it (including you) but you indulge your polar boyfriend’s whims anyway because he’s cute

Bepo isn’t fussy about attire, he sees you in uniform every day and thinks you look wonderful, but when temperatures permit it, he just likes to lay with you against his fur, your bare skin against his paws too

Putting on anything with paw prints definitely makes his sweet little heart skip just that much faster, though

Along with the various other ways he shows affection, Bepo likes to “mouth” at you with his snout, just little boops and nuzzles throughout the day - he gets flustered when you point it out though, please reassure him with lots of smooches and cuddles

Polar bears also purr.... and Bepo definitely does, when he’s cuddled up to you wherever that may be <3

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #op penguin #op shachi #penshachi #op penshachi #penguin x shachi #penguin x reader #bepo #shachi x reader #penshachi x reader #op mink #op bepo #bepo x reader

[kookiesandcreams]

THE UNFORGETTABLE LOVE

Summary: Life takes unexpected turn and you meet your childhood crush. His confession has you in tears. Well, is there a turning back now?

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader × Jimin

Warning: mention of love making, angst, fluff, injuries and hospitals, heart breaks.

A/n: Istg this story made me immensely sad even though I was never lucky enough to experience true love :( I hope yall would try to connect to this one.

It's unedited as usual.

Check out my other work here.

"Here you go," Jimin said handing you a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

"Thanks, Jimin.'' you smiled at him as he ruffled your morning hair.

"So, is there something bothering you?", he asked, sipping on his warm coffee.

"No. Nothing important," you tried to brush it off.

He turned to look at you and ran his hand through his hair. His deep pools searched for answers in your worried ones.

"Baby," he began, "anything and everything related to you is important. I won't force you to share your burdens, but just know that I'm here for you." he smiled.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and swallowed the bitter liquid in one go. Jimin picked up both the mugs and left the living room to wash the dishes. The memories of the past loomed over your head as he left you in solitude. That one phone call seemed to pause your life and change your track as a comma does to your sentence.

"Hello, is this Kim Y/N?"

"Yes, I am,"

"Could you please come to Bae Jang hospital? We have a patient under the name Jeon Jungkook here. He met with an accident and we need someone to sign the papers for the further procedures."

Jeon Jungkook; your childhood crush and best friend. Lost were the days when you both used to giggle and hide behind the huge tree trunk on your school campus to avoid the teachers. You were torn apart to hear the news but couldn't bring yourself to go and meet him. It was already difficult for you to let go of him. But were you going to leave him on his own? He was–

"Hello ma'am, are you there?"

"Ye–yes," you gulped hard.

"So are you coming?"

Would you go?

"Baby, I'm done with the dishes. Do you want to watch some movie?"

"No, I'm leaving. I've some urgent work," you said grabbing your waistcoat and purse. You knew for sure you couldn't forgive yourself if Jungkook would have to suffer because of you. You had delayed your visit already. No more would you make him wait.

Walking on the cold tiles of the hospital, memories of the past clogged your mind. You hurried to his respective room.

There he was, with scars on his face, hand plastered in POP. He had become thin and pale. You went over to him and held his big hand in yours. They were rough and hard, completely in contrast to what they were back then. You felt yourself sobbing. The beeping of the monitor, oxygen tube under his nose, bandages all over his body; this was never the way you imagined him to be.

How? How could a man like Jungkook possibly get involved in drink and driving? You remember him politely refusing the whiskey you offered him when you turned 17. You had sneaked it from your father's stock and mixed it with orange juice. Your lips twitch at the memory.

"No. I'd never let this alcohol corrupt my virgin body." Your body cracked hard at his overreaction. Your fingerings twitching to boop his cute nose.

What happened to that old Jungkook, your muscle pig who easily tackled you to the ground and looked into your eyes like your held stars in them.

You were just his friend after all. You scoff.

"What happened to you Jungkookie?", tears threatened to escape your eyes. Your lips quivered as your hands braced his in a tight hold.

You expected an answer to a question which you knew he couldn't provide you with.

The most important person of your life had long back become a chapter of your memory you barely go through.

Or at least you thought so.

You passed your final exams with flying colours. This is a perfect time, you thought when you approached him with a small box in your hand.

You smoothed the ends of your pleated skirt and applied some baby pink lip tint. You knew he liked that colour on girls. You sprayed some fresh fruit collagen on your wrist and crook of your neck while keeping his sensitive olfactory sense in your mind.

He was hanging out with his friends when you saw him. You heard them congratulating him on something.

Must be for his scores, you believed.

He noticed your presence and gave you his bashful smile, showcasing his bunny teeth. For some reasons unknown, you blushed.

Well, not exactly 'some reasons unknown'.

He approached you and you looked down at your feet; you were shy.

"Hi Kookie," you waved at him.

"Hi Y/N-ie" he waved back.

"You look pretty today," he chuckled and booped your nose.

You smiled wide, "Thank you." You bit your lip.

You tucked the stray strands of your hair behind your ear and looked up at him.

It would be difficult for someone as normal as you not to fall in love with Jungkook. He was known as the golden boy of the school. Being the best athlete in your city, he still managed to score well. His art was worth a million dollars, you thought. The way he sang, his honey-like voice was enough for anyone to drown in the sea of tranquillity. His doe eyes easily allured and trapped hearts like fish in fishnet.

"There is something I have to tell you," you said trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yes! Me too. Trust me today is the best day!". He was practically jumping on his toes due to excitement. Your heart swelled in your heart.

Your heart started pounding in your chest at a speed unbeatable. Does he feel the same about you? You thought it was one-sided.

Silly you! You smacked your head in your mind

You giggled and said, "You go first".

Never knew the further sentence could devastate you...

"Choi Jin-ha accepted my proposal. And that's, not the only news, she has been having feelings for me for a while!", he exclaimed.

His happiness had no bounds. His eyes twinkled and his lips curled into a smile, automatically. Oh! That was the reason they were congratulating him for.

The box in your hands dropped to the ground and made a loud thud. But, not louder than the thud you felt your insides make. Your heart seemed to skip a beat. You looked down and signed out abated breath.

There he was, your crush, picking up the box and looking at it for possible damage.

Your eyes were filled to the brim. You felt a sudden pang of sadness stab your heart. Was this it?

Was it going to end now?

"Aren't you happy?"

How couldn't you be happy, when your Jungkookie is happy.

"Of course, I'm happy you idiot!", you smothered a smile.

"I knew it. You know. you are the first girl to know. Don't you feel privileged, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow at you playfully. You wanted nothing more than to go home and bury your face in the pillow to cry your heart out. But you remind yourself about his precious moments. Being happy for him is the least you could do as a good friend. So you have to bear with it and be happy for him.

You stroked the scar on his cheek and looked into his onyx pools, "My Jungkookie is happy, I'm happy."

He smiled, completely forgetting that you had something to say. That was the last time you saw him, except for the nights you looked at his photos and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day you had packed your bags and left for Seoul. Singing: something that calmed you down. Your love, of course after Jungkook. You decided to prioritize your career, forgetting about Jungkook.

Easier said than done. Your first song, Sorry, my love' was dedicated to him. For your abrupt departure must have had a bitter feeling in his heart. Following songs were too, somehow related to him. Your best one, 'Hey, my love; the one in which you described him, was super hit

You remember very well, that Jimin walked in your life like an angel. Provided you shelter and care in difficult times. He was the sweetest person you could have ever met. From holding your hand while crossing the roads to holding you in his arms after making love with you, he shined like a bright star in your eyes.

You knew, forgetting Jungkook was never an option, for you always dressed up to his liking. Wearing warm colors, applying light make up and wearing accessories just like the way he liked.

Somewhere deep down in your heart you knew you were waiting for him. You always wanted to be ready for him. But, at the same time, you had caught feelings for Jimin. For the past couple, of years he had been by your side through your thick and thin.

"Why Jungkookie, why could you never see me as more than a friend? You said I looked pretty, you felt comfortable with me, even your parents loved me! Still, you never saw me the way I saw you!" Your voice cracked.

Fat tears streamed down your cheeks. You felt a grip on your finger. You looked down to see Jungkook moving. His face twisting in pain, you guessed. You immediately rang the bell and the doctor and nurse surrounded him.

They checked his vitals and removed the oxygen tube from below his nose.

"His waist had a deep cut, we stitched it but you have to be extra careful for a few days. Complete bed rest has been advised. He'll be discharged by next week. And yes," the doctor said turning a few pages you assumed were his reports, "no alcohol at all!"

"Thank you, doctor," you said and glared at Jungkook.

The doctor stopped suddenly and turned to look at you. Clearing his throat he began, "You are Kim Y/N, right? The singer?"

"Yes." you smiled.

"It's our privilege to have you here," he said and closed the door behind him and the nurses bowed and followed him.

"You are back? I knew you'd come." You could feel the excitement in his voice.

"Why? Why did you do this to yourself?"

His eyes watered but there was a smile on his face. His calloused fingers caressed your hand in his hold.

"I knew you'd come. I liked you too back then. But I never thought I was enough for you. I felt like you deserved everything." he beamed.

You shivered. His words hit you like a fire truck. How misunderstandings and gaps in communication changed the course of your lives.

But now, it was late.

"I still like you," he said without batting his eyes.

"What about Jin-ha?" Her name left a bitter taste on your tongue.

"She left me. Apparently, it was a dare for her. She crushed my hopes and feelings and walked over to my dreams. I felt like I was nothing without you: my support system." The clench of his jaw was enough for you to tell how much he despised her.

He clutched your hand tighter and sobbed.

"How did you get my number?", you had to keep your silly heart at bay now. You can't ruin everything you have.

"Your sister, she gave it to me."

You hummed and nodded your head, seemingly understanding everything.

"Y/N, will you accept me? I'm sorry. I was a fool back then. Please, don't leave me now." He was looking at you with anticipation.

"Jungkook", you began and sighed, "it's too late now. Jimin and I are engaged and he has been nothing but kind and loving towards me. If I return to you and leave him, won't that make me a bad person who uses others? I do not despise you, I loved you and maybe I still do, but I must make a wise decision. But trust me, the time I spent with you was the best. I'll treasure it forever." You were sure years left your eyes like a flowing river. The weight of your heart was heavy in your chest.

By the time you completed talking, both of you were drowned in the sorrow of separation. One thin string: relationship with Jimin, was what restricted you now. How you wished you had told od him everything earlier.

Maybe, you both were never meant to be together...

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[technomink]

Uhh yeah just wanted to say that request are now open!!

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[willowbelle]

Just Give In

new fic per request! ♡︎

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: established relationship, consensual somnophilia, begging, throat-fucking, slight degradation, praise, use of "good girl", sleepy sex, riding, cock-warming.

summary: law is an insomniac. law and reader have an established relationship & mutual agreement regarding somnophilia. reader sucks law off while he sleeps. law wakes up & sleepy sex ensues ♡︎

word count: ~3,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron @shamblespirate @eelnoise @maddddstuff

(only slightly proofread bc i need to go to sleep. ironic, right?)

Just Give In

A restful night’s sleep wasn’t a pleasure Law typcially found on his agenda. 

Sleeping for more than four hours at a time was almost too indulgent for him; a taste that was rare, forbidden, almost. 

He seldom found himself able to close his eyes long enough to feel fully rested, yet, he persisted, like he always did, working incessantly through the day, accompanied by nothing but the dark circles that tainted the skin beneath his eyes.

Despite the heaviness weighing upon his eyelids, sleep always eluded him like a distant desire; unrealistic, unattainable. His mind, always restless and relentless, simply refused to succumb to the peaceful embrace of sleep. He tries to rest, but to no avail, tossing and turning in the sheets with each gentle sway of the Polar Tang.

Today was different, though. 

Your crew had recently partaken in a particularly difficult battle, and to say that Law was exhausted was quite the understatement. He was drained; completely depleted of everything within him.

He had stretched his abilities to their utmost limits, and now, he lay before you in a state unlike any you've ever witnessed — utterly spent and motionless.

Bepo is attempting to set Law up against some pillows on his bed, but of course, he’s protesting, weakly shooing the bear away. 

“Enough, Bepo,” he rasps out, “I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

“But Captainnn-” the mink whines, teetering back and forth from foot to foot, “You saved our lives. It’s the least I can do-” 

“Saving your asses isn’t forgein to me, Bepo,” Law sighs, pain evident in his tone. He leans his head back against the plush fabric of the pillows, “All of you,” his eyes open again, steel irises scanning between you and your crewmates as you stand anxiously against the walls of your captain’s quarters, “Out.” 

You knew better than to disobey Law, especially when he was in such a terrible state, so you swallowed your pride and followed your crewmates’ lead, letting out a heavy sigh before turning towards the door. 

“Wait,” Law’s voice prompts you to turn your head, your wide eyes meeting his half-lidded ones as he musters a weak smirk, “Not you.” 

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After some more convincing from his captain, Bepo finally relinquished supervision over Law, slowly making his way towards the door, trading places with you as you took his previous seat on the edge of the bed. 

The polar bear takes a few more anxious glances over towards you two, “You’ve got him, right, y/n?” he persists. 

You smile softly to reassure your distressed crewmate, “I’ve got him, Bepo.”

He smiles in response, letting out a relieved sigh, apprehension aided by your confidence. 

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You wait until Bepo’s furry form disappears into the hallway before opening your mouth to speak, turning your head towards Law again.

“So, Law,” you begin, but as your eyes meet his condition, your voice catches in your throat, and the remainder of your sentence fades into a whisper.

He’s asleep. 

Your heart feels funny in your chest at the sight of him, but you can’t quite place the feeling. 

He’s stirring slightly, softly snoring, inked chest rising and falling with each breath. 

He looks beautiful. 

Even though the two have you had been dating for quite some time, you had never seen him asleep. 

Your boyfriend was an insomniac in every sense of the word, and every night, as you both retired to your shared bed, you inevitably drifted off to sleep before him. Occasionally, you'd awaken throughout the night, only to find him absent from your side. You'd grope through the darkness, waiting for your eyes to acclimate to the dimness, until you could locate him. More often than not, he'd be bent over his desk, engrossed in jotting notes in his notebook or poring over the pages of a medical textbook.

This sight was unfamiliar, to the extent that witnessing him in such a seemingly normal human state verged on feeling forbidden.

Your mind begins to race, but you don’t try to catch it. 

The two of you had engaged in somnophilia a few times throughout your relationship; you’d often awaken to the feeling of Law’s hot tongue lapping at your aching slit, slender fingers engulfed within your tight cunt. 

You were always on the receiving end, of course, but you often found yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to take on the role of the giver.

And so, as you gazed upon Law sleeping soundly, his previous words reverberated in your mind,

“I doubt you ever will, but if you happen to catch me asleep sometime, you’re welcome to indulge.”

You could vividly remember his expression and the tone of his voice when he said it—confident, smug, almost, as if he were utterly convinced you'd never get the opprotunity.

Law was always busy; always working, always thinking, always disturbed. 

He was pretty fickle when it came to sex, and you constantly remained unsure of what side of him you’d be encountering each time the two of you entered the bedroom. 

But here he was; sleeping, peaceful, undisturbed. 

And you just couldn’t fucking help yourself. 

You release a trembling, apprehensive breath before surrendering to your desires.

Your hand finds itself on his strong thigh, but he stirs a bit, making you jump slightly. 

However, to your contentment, he remains asleep, turning his head to the side, unconsciously giving you more access to his neck. 

You bite your bottom lip before slowly sliding your hand up his leg.

You admire him like he’s a work of art in a museum; taking a mental picture of every dip and curve of his muscles, every line of black ink that decorates his tan skin, every indent of his abs, each hair on his chin, you worship it all. 

And so, you persist, delicate hands continuing their silent work.

You slowly and carefully straddle his waist as your fingers begin to work at the buttons of his shirt. You peel the fabric from his body, your heart racing within your chest, its pounding reverberating in your ears, causing your head to feel flushed with heat.

Your hands slide up his toned abdomen, fingertips finding themselves tracing the intriquite lines of the ink adorning his skin. 

You can’t help but let out a shaky, quiet moan, obsessed with the way his muscular torso looked cradled between your thighs. 

In this moment, you are nothing but a devotee, tracing his form, limb by limb, each imperfection of his skin burning into your skull as if they were put there simply to be admired by you. His body was a masterpiece, one that you’d gladly study over and over again, obsessively, till you could recite his every feature in your head in perfect detail. 

You carefully lean forward to place gentle kisses and love bites along his chest, down his stomach, taking precautionary glances up to his face to ensure he was still asleep. 

His eyes are shut, but his breathing has changed slightly; it's more labored, now, coming out in quiet huffs as he slightly trembles beneath you. 

You continue your gentle pursuit, rubbing your hands up and down his sides as you kiss along his happy trail, giggling softly to yourself at how the coarse hairs tickle your lips.  Each touch is a prayer, each gaze a hymn, and you relish in the way the feeling of his warm skin seems to seep into your own. 

Your hands tremble as you work at the button and zipper of his jeans, fearful that the noise will awaken him. It doesn’t, though, and you find satisfaction in your accomplishment, impressed by your own skill.

Now for the difficult part: pulling his pants down. 

You cursed at Law in your head; although you had always found his love of skinny jeans sexy, you now found it rather…inconvenient. 

You anxiously bite at the tender flesh on your inner cheek as you loop your fingers around his waistband, taking a deep breath in before abandoning all caution and pulling his jeans down. 

He stirs, as expected, but doesn’t awaken, simply letting out a low groan and screwing his eyes shut tighter. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him in nothing but his underwear; to your surprise, he’s hard, and the realization makes your cheeks flush with heat. 

You lean down, warm breath meeting his crotch, peppering his clothed cock with gentle kisses. 

His head rolls back and his back arches a bit, an unconscious moan erupting from within his chest. The abrupt noise halts you in your steps, prompting a swift glance back at your sleeping boyfriend. You gaze at him in awe as he doesn’t awaken, just twitches beneath your touch.

You bite the waistband of his boxers, clenching the fabric between your teeth as you pull them down, finally freeing his twitching, needy cock. 

The sight makes you inhale sharply, breath caught in your throat as you take in the unfamiliar sight of Trafalgar Law fully exposed before you; naked, vulnerable. 

You inch forwards, closing your eyes before opening your mouth and sliding your hot tongue along his thick shaft. Your tongue leaves a stripe of glistening saliva in its wake, the substance lewdly decorating your boyfriend’s pulsing cock.  

“Mmmggf,” Law groans at this, and his hands ball into fists at his sides, gripping the sheets. 

Your feel your core tighten at the sound, heat flooding your veins and collecting in your aching sex. You persist, lust at the forefront of your brain, taking his weeping tip into your soft, warm mouth. You hum around his head, delighted at the feeling of him filling  your mouth. 

He winces, back arching off the mattress as his eyes screw shut tighter, unconsciously reaching down to grab at your hair. 

You circle your tongue around his tip a few times before slowly beginning to bob your head up and down, taking his shaft down your tight throat, captivated by the feeling of his thick vein pulsing against your tongue. 

“M-mmm!” Law whines weakly in his sleep, trembling beneath you, completely at mercy to you and your wicked mouth. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in harder, moving your head up and down more passionately now, determined to make him erupt down your throat.

The unmistakable sounds of gagging and slobbering fill the room, and your cunt twitches at the lewdness of the situation, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together for any sort of stimulation. 

Suddenly, you feel the familiar sensation of fingers yanking on your strands, making you tilt your gaze upwards, your captain’s cock still eveloped within your mouth as you anxiously look up at him.  

Your eyes widen as they meet the state of him; he’s awake, eyes half-lidded and blown with lust as he gazes down at you. His face is red and flustered, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, aided by his sweat. His face looks unlike how you’d ever seen it before, and it feels like his stare is burning holes into your face. 

He looks entirely and utterly needy.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” he groans breathlessly, teeth clenched, each word punctuated like a growl; desperate. 

But before you can even think about responding, he’s manuvered your hair into a ponytail within his grip before thrusting his hips upwards into your mouth, throat-fucking you mercilessly. 

“Nghh,” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows as he continues to relentlessly thrust his hips, making you whimper and gag around his length. 

“You wanted it,” he groans, his voice tinged with a smug tone, “Now take it.” 

“M-mm!” you whimper around his shaft as he continues to abuse your throat, earning a low, guttural groan from within his chest, 

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, “Take that cock.” 

The grip he has on your strands is unwavering as he continues to fuck your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each pass, making you gag, tears spilling from your eyes. 

His body grows tense and you know he’s getting close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unsynchronized. 

His pelvis continuously bumps against your face as he continues, the hair from his happy trail tickling your nose. 

“F-Fuckkk-” he rasps out, body shuddering beneath you as he unapologetically bursts down your throat, hot ropes of his semen tainting your esophagus and inner cheeks. 

You cough, pulling off him, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. 

You gaze at up him, eyes teary and wide, fearful that he was angry at you for disturbing his sleep. 

He’s breathing heavily, tattooed chest rising and falling frantically. His face is flushed pink and sweaty, fucked-out. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, 

“Come on, y/n,” he smirks, still attempting to catch his breath, “Don’t tell me you can’t finish what you started.” 

His persistence and brashness causes your core to tighten once more, heat rushing through your body, making your limbs tingle. 

His words command you like puppet stings, your obedience unwavering as you straddle him once again.

You take a moment to remove your clothes before seating your bare pussy against his throbbing, desperate cock. 

In a final attempt to tease him, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your leaking slit against his impressive length. 

“Enough,” he groans impatiently, “Show me what you really want, y/n.” 

And so, you surrender to your longing, allowing it to take control as you grab ahold of Law’s cock, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sinking down. 

You hiss at the sting, the sensation painful but not unfamiliar. The two of you moan in sync as you continue to lower yourself, the feeling of his big cock stuffing you full was almost too much for either of you. 

You want to tease him more; slow down, pull off, anything to give you some control back, but he’s desperate, and you’re no better. You instantaneously give in to your desires, sinking down all the way and leaning down to kiss him as his cock is now fully engulfed within you. His lips meet yours with such urgency and desperation it makes your head spin. He groans weakly into your mouth, “Come on, baby,” his voice is strained, a rare inflection that you knew was for you only, “Move for me-” 

You comply, giving in to his command and beginning your dirty work, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth, delicious moans erupting from the mouth of the trembling man beneath you. 

“F-Fuck,” he slurs, voice raspy, “more,” he groans, grasping at your hips. 

You begin to bounce on his cock, grounding yourself by resting your hands on his strong chest. You let let your head roll back, becoming absorbed in the feeling of Law’s impressive cock sliding in and out of you, pulsing against your tight walls. 

“You’re so damn tight,” he groans through clenched teeth, “That pussy’s so fucking good to me.”

His praise only makes you work harder, grinding you hips back and forth to gain some friction against your aching clit as you continue to bounce up and down, your skillful hips and tight cunt earning more weary moans from him. 

He reaches up to grasp at your tits, molding them in his strong hands and pinching at your erect nipples, making you squeak.

“Mm-mm, Lawww-” you whine wearily, heat racing through your veins as your head begins to grow tingly. 

Your legs begin to tremble as you continue to ride him, and he notices you losing momentum. 

“Here, baby,” he chuckles softly in between groans, “I’ve got you.” 

Law grabs your hips and holds you up, opting to thrust into you from below, making you squeal at the new sensation. 

He’s still exhausted, of course, so his thrusts are slow and sleepy, but unforgiving nonetheless.

Your tight walls continue to restrict and twitch around his aching cock, and each time his tip lazily brushes against your cervix, you both feel yourselves coming undone. 

“Fuck," he rasps out, “Not gonna last long.” 

Law continues to weakly thrust into you, and the sounds of wet squelching and skin-hitting-skin fill the room. 

Your breaths are labored and hot as you kiss again, moaning wearily into one another’s mouths. 

You’re both close, desperately chasing your impending orgasms. 

“L-Law-” you cry out shakily into his mouth, a warm, tingling sensation enveloping your body as you cum, gushing around his cock as you collapse onto his chest. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he grits his teeth, mustering a few more weak thrusts and groaning loudly before finally spilling his hot seed into you.

 “Fuck, I love you.” he gazes into your eyes, cradling your head in his strong hand and kissing the top of it before letting his head fall back down to the pillows. 

He lets out one final sigh before giving in to his body’s needs, stiffening beneath you and closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take him once again. 

You offer a gentle smile and press a tender kiss to his cheek before closing your own eyes, your body tensing as it prepares itself for sleep. 

“I love you, too, Law,” you murmur softly, following your captain's lead and slowly drifting off to sleep. 

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