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slut4daviii · 1 year

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character(s): i.hashibira

pt: 01/01

cw: phone sex, masturbating, voice kink, toys, overstimulation

summary: sleep, sometimes it was just so overrated.

a/n: fem-aligning | minors DO NOT INTERACT also, if anyone wants to request, imma make a masterlist inna a few hours.

title: a thump in the night

wc: 1200+

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“oh shit!” your voice trailed off, casually descending Inosuke’s walls, the mumbling of his own voice practically desensitized next to your hoarse, unwaveringly powerful tone.

he hissed out a groan, similar to you but much more needy. his fingers; index and thumb, came up to his pink nipples, rolling the bud between themselves. he let out an uncharacteristically soft moan, using his right hand to edge himself— stemming closer to his imminent orgasm

within his room, there was a soft humming noise, muted by the sound of your consciousness game noises, none of them being unfamiliarized to him. he heard the rapid gunfall, followed by hushed footsteps, then an unexpected burst of sound.

but what stuck out to Inosuke Hashibira was the sound of his own boyfriend. the way he would groan at each death, or suck in a quick breath to prepare himself to go around a corner, or even curse under each unprovoked breath.

another muffled moan left Inosuke, this time to the sound of you stretching. your voice was deep, almost lucrative in tone. and as each one of your joints popped, you would usher out a deeper more firm groan.

of course, in your case this wasn’t sexual by any measure. but Inosuke was a spectacle not too many people got to know. and for this reason.

you two had been dating for two years, and in that timespan, Inosuke had asked you to fulfill a few of his… fantasies.

the first being “[name]! oh [name]! I got an idea!” you should’ve left right there, but you didn’t, feeling obligated to listen to another one of your boyfriends dumb ideas. “you should fuck me!” was all he said. cut clean and dry, right? wrong. “you should handcuff my hands behind my back and wrap a collar around my neck!”

ok, not too unusual for him. it could be worse right?

“and do it while I’m hanging out of a window!”

you stopped, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “what?”

expecting him to back down was the first of your mistakes, thinking that the muscular broad was going to back away from you. no, instead, he repeated his order request.

“you should handcuff me and fuck me while I’m hanging out that —he motioned to the window perched right in front of your door— “window with a collar around my neck, choking me and threaten to drop me!”

the word butchered into your mind, imagining what that would look like. it was pretty. but you shook your head. “Inosuke.” you started softly, “we live on the tenth floor.”

“I know! I know! it’ll make it more fun! and then people can see how good your dic—“ you placed your hand over his mouth.

“no.”

Inosuke whined against your hand, his eyes looking up at you full of lust and desire. “Inosuke, I’m not fucking you in a window.”

that was your second mistake. thinking that Inosuke would just take that. so, from that moment on, Inosuke would come up with a new idea everyday. each one more chaotic than the last.

and you would know, you kept a list in your phone. for education purposes obviously

WAYS AND PLACES TO FUCK INO-CHAN

hanging outside a window

in the middle of a mall

in front of his parents

(with tanjiro)

(with mr.tomioka)

(with mr.tengen)

(with mr.rengoku)

until he blacks-out (then keep going until he wakes back up)

when he’s doing laundry (specifically, he wants to get ‘stuck’ in the dryer and have me pound him until he’s came enough time to fill up a cup)

children’s playground

against a tree

on a train (let anyone join)

on a priest alter (on a sunday)

the produce aisle (so he can snack)

while playing the game

with a gun pointed at his head (NOT doing that)

gangbang with at least 10 people present, but only 5 have to join.

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Inosuke was a wild card, but who could blame him, whenever the two of you do fuck, he cums at least four times, making sure you do the same.

but right now, the —in his mind— greatest idea in the world had been bestowed upon him. phone sex

you were still playing your game, giving it your full attention, believing that Inosuke had fallen asleep several hours ago.

Inosuke on the other hand, pulled the vibrator from his hole, leaving it slightly agape, rapidly clenching around his any movement.

“[name]…” he called to you, the sound suppressed by a moan. “nhgm… [name]! I—I need you!”

your ear twitched, not knowing if you were a) hearing things, b) hearing your boyfriend, or c) hearing something from the game.

you took your headset off, it falling to your neck in one swift motion. you strained to hear the sound again, also looking for your phone. “where did I—“

“[name]! mgh!” slick sounds rang from the corner of your bed, followed by another row of heavy pants. “[name]… I wan’to see you!”

you finally found your phone, pulling it from under your blanket and stared at the sight blaring from your dimly-lit screen.

Inosuke, with his legs parted and fingers crossed into himself. he was blushing madly, sweat falling from every inch of his skin. “mghm! [name]! [name]! lemme— your cock! I wan’tsee your cock!”

you felt your pants swell at the intonation and words, he was panting heavily, lust practically dripping from every word that left his mouth. “In—“ you gulped back your words, fumbling to find the right ones. “I—Inosuke..”

the boy tilted his head back, the raspiness of your worn out voice hitting him like a truck “fughk! [n—name]! say again! talk t’me, please!”

again your cock grew, impatiently throbbing against the silk lining of your boxers. you didn’t know what to say, it was a bit of anomaly, usually Inosuke was the one speechless, bound and hanging by your every word, but now it was you.

“w—what do I say?”

Inosuke increased the speed of his hand, moving it along his length like the bullet of a shotgun. “an’thing! call m’slut! tell m’what yer gon’ do t’me!”

a flash of heat hit you, making you sharply inhale. you brought your hand behind you, finding your chair and sitting down. you pulled at the waist of your sweatpants, yanking your boxers off.

like a reanimated corpse, your dick sprang upwards, bobbing against your abdomen. by this point, Inosuke had noticed your quiet nature, thinking you went back to your game and tilted his head to look at his phone. it was perched up against something you couldn’t see, but when the two of you made eye contact, he came. his hole rapidly clenching then unclenching.

you propped your phone against your controller, moving quickly back to your painfully hard erection. you curled your fingers around your throbbing length and began tugging, feeling. like you could cum at any moment. “Ino, I need your voice. c’mon, talk to me.”

Inosuke shuddered, never moving from his revealing position. he looked at you through lidded eyes, watching as your hand traveled teasingly slow up and down your thick shaft, muzzling the tip in a full 360 spin before repeating.

“mgh! I want that! want daddy to fill m’up! wanna—“ he fell back panting, this stimulation from his screen too much. “want you in m’stomach. playing w’my organs. wanna clench around your big fat cock.”

Inosuke’s were only jumbled mumbles now, barely audible. but from what you could hear, you loved it, moving you hand faster, adding spin occasionally. it felt like your tip was on fire, begging to be released.

“c’mon babyboy, what’s my name?” you asked, your cum tickling up the middle of your shaft.

“d—daddy.” he mumbled, cock twitching with rigor. “you—you’re ngh! daddy!”

“oh yeah.” you croaked, your cock teetering on Inosuke’s every word. “say it again, cum for me, please.”

the word please made Inosuke weak in the knees, moving his three unused fingers to his empty hole and plunging them deep. he let out a string of moans, the sound instantly going to your cock.

“fu—“ you bit the insides of your cheek to suppress your moan, but the pleasure was too much— overpowering your body. “fughk! fuck! Ino-chan! haah! hah…” your orgasm maneuvered through your every vein, stars dancing within your blood vessels.

Inosuke was close, relentlessly thrusting his fingers into his hole “close! clo—“ his orgasm spoke faster, ripping forth from his slit, spraying thick, milky white ropes of semen all over himself. “ngkh! mgumh! fuhgck!” he seethed, the feeling too much.

another round of semen shot from him, this one not as powerful but just as plentiful, coating his chiseled abdomen and pubic hair, slowly trailing to his hole, outlining it in a temptation too strong to resist.

you picked up your phone and spoke with haste, “I’m coming over.”

assembling your things, you went straight to your bedroom door, hearing the click of a knob before a voice brought you to a screeching halt.

“[name], what the fuck was that?!”

your online friends, all clamoring over the sounds they’d just heard.

“fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, Inosuke.”

without another glance, you left your friends, blushing and talking amongst themselves about how you were masturbating.

“but… why was it hot—“ one said, earning a loud disturbance from the other two.

“SHUT UP!!”

#inosuke hashibira #demon slayer #smut #mondern au #gay #gay smut #dom male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #bottom inosuke #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x top male reader

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mcfnffnafut08 · 2 years

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Vinsmoke brothers reaction to meeting (Y/n)

This is a Highschool AU for One Piece (Mostly for these boys)

Background: The Vinsmoke family is one of the richest families in Japan, and while Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji are all in school their eyes fall upon their new desk mate. A classmate they never seen in class, but they felt something warm and happy inside upon making eye contact.

Extra: The Vinsmoke brothers were instead of experimented on, was instead taught stuff such as; Boys don’t cry, Boys do all the heavy lifting, Girl are meant to listen to the men 100%, etc.

Pairs are; Ichiji x Y/n - Niji x Y/n - Yonji x Y/n (All separate)

Hope this goes well for my first actual post and that everyone enjoys!

Vinsmoke Ichiji

He never believed in love at first sight. And knowing the lessons his father literally beat into him, all he did was go around and screwing different girl. Today was one of those days where the teacher had to give every student a new seating chart. Ichiji didn’t care much on these days since his seat mate was either a girl he already screwed or boys who were either scared or chill with him. Moving to the desk which was in the middle row four desk from the board, he waited to see who was going the be the ‘lucky’ person to sit next to him.

“Mx. (L/n) you’ll be seated with Mr. Vinsmoke. Middle row, fourth desk from the board.” Ichiji raised a brow. He has never heard that name before. Were they new? Indeed they were. Upon this (L/n) getting to their chair and look down at Ichiji, usually he would have made a either flirty/rude remark but upon meeting their (E/c) eyes.

“What the fuck?” “You good?” Ichiji slightly jumped and nodded. Through the rest of class, Ichiji kept sneaking glances at (L/n). He wanted to say something, but what? Maybe a flirt? No, that would probably weird them out. How about complement them? No, that might make thing a bit awkward. ‘Wait why do I care!’ Felling movement beside him, he turned to find (L/n) trying to reach down the grab their pencil. He almost immediately bent down and grabbed it.

“Here. . .” (L/n) stared at him before slowly taking it. He could tell something was up. “Is there something wrong?” “Aren’t you one of those fuck boys who screws every girl he sees?” A slight discussed look came on their face, and another weird feeling went off inside his chest. Why did hearing that all of a sudden hurt? He raised his hand and told the teacher he was going to the nurses office for the rest of the period, and left before anyone could stop him.

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Vinsmoke Niji

Niji groaned seeing the new seating chart on the board. He was on the left is of the classroom, two desks away from the board. He sulked over to the desk and sat in the seat next to the runway. Soon some walked by him and sat beside him. He only took a simple glance at them, not really caring. Class started but all Niji did was pull out a chocolate bar and started to munch on it.

“Hey. . .Can you grab my pencil. It’s by your right foot.” Niji growled and snapped his head towards his desk mate. He was going to say some nasty remark only to freeze. Meeting the eyes of a (H/c) haired person, Niji felt something warm spill throughout his body. It was almost like he just got inside of a very warm bath.

Not really thinking, he bent down and grabbed the (F/c) pencil. Handing it to them, they took it. Silence feel between them, and Niji took small glances over at the person. ‘Shit I don’t know what their name is! I forgot to ask them. Damn.’ Feeling stupid, and for a first embarrassed he wrote on a piece of paper and slide it to them.

Soon getting it back and he quickly picked it up and read it. ‘I’m pretty sure it was on the board -_- But if you need to know, just call me (L/n). You’re Vinsmoke Niji, right?’ He wrote back a ‘Yes’ and handed it to (L/n). Getting it back and looked at the note. ‘I thought so. You’re they guy that got mad when my best friend rejected you. From what they told me, you began to throw the biggest tantrum they’ve ever seen lol’ Upon reading such a note, Niji felt hurt. Something in his heart clenched and he felt embarrassed yet again. Without any words, he got up and walked out of the classroom.

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Vinsmoke Yonji

Yonji could give less than two flying fucks. . .but he would love to be seated with one of the ‘cute’ girls in the class. But upon looking at the tables and found his name next to an unfamiliar one, he became upset. Though he tried to figure out who this (L/n) person was, all he got was that they were one of the students that were on the usual late bus.

So class started at (L/n) is still not there. Hell Yonji didn’t even get to figure out if they were a boy or girl. But upon the announcements telling everyone the late bus finally arrived, Yonji for once sat up straight. He was slight excited to finally meet his desk mate, praying it was a hot female. The back classroom door opened, and footsteps could be heard.

The footsteps got close to Yonji and then they paused. Yonji took the time to looked up at the person. He was surprised to meet (E/c) eyes starring at him. He could feel his heart beating faster just looking up at them, and his face heated up. They sat down next to him and the lesson went on as though they’ve been there the whole time.

Yonji just sat there staring at (L/n). Was this what people call love at first sight? Because Yonji was going to believe he was feeling that. Suddenly they turned to him with a raised brow. “Is there something on my face? Why are you starring at me?” And without any second thoughts Yonji just said, “You’re hot.” The teacher was quick in send Yonji out of the class since this wasn’t the first time he tried to flirt with students in their class. Walking out, Yonji dropped a note and upon opening it. It said, ‘Call me bay! XXX-XXX-XXXX’ Letting out a sigh, (L/n) ripped up the piece of paper and finished up with taking the notes from the board.

#one piece x reader #one piece #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #mondern au #ichiji x reader #niji x reader #yonji x reader #high school

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againstacecilia · 2 years

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Secrets

Welcome back to #BlurbTuesday! Back at it with the Poe Dameron emotional moments. 😂 Thank you for coming along on this journey! Asks are always open, and make sure to sign up for my tag list so you can know exactly when my writing is posted.

Warnings: Not a lot here, emotions and allusion to sex. For that last one I'll probably rate it T but the whole blog is 18+ only.

As always, love you all. 💖

The first time Poe opened up, it was the middle of the night. Pitch black surrounds you in his quarters, a solo room for his station. Covered in sweat, sheets wrapped around your panting forms, he tells you his first secret. Whispers it into the quiet and the world stills around you both for a couple heartbeats as the truth seeps in.

The content of the secret doesn’t matter; the simple fact he told you something about himself that lurks below the cocky, playboy surface was enough to light the fire in you again. Jumping up, you swing your leg over him and pin him to the bed.

“Tell me again.”

His eyes glisten in the light trickling in from the small window as he whispers his secret again. And another. And another until he’s pouring his heart out to you, hands reaching and touching and feeling every inch of you before you crash back into him, lips devouring his honesty and holding space for every part of him. You know each other’s bodies like a good book, familiar and comforting. But there’s still so much more that you didn’t think you’d ever know about him; more about yourself you didn’t hope to be able to share with him. In your own little world, though, the walls come crashing down.

Later, as the sun starts to rise over the base, he asks you to stay. He pulls you tightly to his chest and whispers an apology for not being better to you the last few weeks. Asks your forgiveness for the cold and distant man he’s been and promises that this isn’t a one time thing. He can’t stop wanting you, wanting to be with you. He’s tired of pretending he doesn’t stare at you across tables at meetings. He wants you to be the first person he sees when he and BB-8 unload from his X-Wing. Comfort and love fall from his lips onto your skin in the brilliance of dawn and, by the time you lose yourself in each other again, you can’t quite tell if the glow is from the sun or from the warmth radiating from your soul.

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houdinicorbini · 2 years

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Mordern! Ace x BPD! Reader Scenario

This is for my best friend who has BPD, so this is a comfort fic with one of their comfort characters

Love you, Lady!

Tw: suffering from mental illness, anxiety, declining mental health, suicidal thoughts, self-sabotaging, depersonalization, derealization, intrusive thoughts, slight cursing

The specific BPD I am writing for is Quiet BPD (also known as Discouraged BPD). These are not all of the symptoms. I only added just some of what people who have it have to deal with, if you want to know more about Borderline Personality Disorder, I recommend you do more research since I am not a professional and don't have it. Not all of the symptoms I have written here speak for everyone who has it.

Ace has known you for many years, hell, you two were great friends before you even considered getting together.

So it's only natural that he can tell when something is up.

What gave away that something was wrong in the beginning was the fact that you haven’t been responding to any of his calls and texts for a few days.

Which can be fine, sometimes people are just busy, but he can read you like a book and knows that your mental illness isn’t being kind. This man observes people, so he can tell when something’s not right.

He knows that you have moments of self-sabotaging to where you don’t take care of yourself. So, before he gets to where you live, he decides to make a quick pitstop at a store.

Once Ace walks in, he just starts putting anything and everything he knows that you'll enjoy in the cart.

He got regular food, goodies that you'll get once you've actually eaten some food, and a few coloring books as a distraction. He also intends on getting you groceries too.

He was walking around the store with a full cart within just five minutes of entering, and he still had other things to get.

After everything was gotten, Ace quickly loaded up and rolled out, possibly breaking the speed limit to get to your house as quickly as possible.

He had some frozen items that he did not want to melt after all.

He did not tell you beforehand that he was just going to drop on by your place, so it was a real surprise to see Ace with grocery bags covering his arms and one being held in his mouth.

“Wha-“ you were about to question him when he cut you off by stepping into your home. “I’ll explain in a second.” His response was rather muffled due to the plastic bag he was holding.

With him, two trips are for the weak.

Once Ace went into the kitchen, he showed no signs of coming out, so you had to walk in to see what he was doing in there. You find him preparing what you assume is a giant batch worth of spaghetti. Based on the ingredients he had out.

"How've you been?" He asks, looking over at you before turning his attention back towards the preparation of the meal that you love so much.

You can already tell that he knows, Ace was always so quick to know when something was wrong and when you needed someone.

But he obviously wasn't going to flat out demand an answer, he'll wait until you are comfortable enough. There's no point in trying to force it.

You were quiet as you started fishing for a response, but you decided to be honest since Ace already knew, there'd be no point. Lying would just make you feel worse, and that was not needed right now.

"Not well." You answer truthfully.

"After I make this spaghetti, we can sit down and talk, only if you are up for it though. In the meantime go and sit on the couch, get comfortable!" He said, acting like he owns the place, though it's not like you minded, his attitude did make you smile a little.

You did just as he suggested and went to the couch, getting the tv set up while you waited, maybe some background noise will help ease the anxiousness anyways.

Putting on the first movie you saw that didn't make you want to rip your hair out at this moment, you sat down on the comfy couch, getting yourself under a big blanket you had already there.

It was comforting knowing that Ace was just in the room next to you, doing what he could to help you through this. It truly meant a lot.

After a little bit, the smell of the well seasoned sauce activated your stomach, causing it the growl uncontrollably.

More time had passed and you had gotten quite distracted by the movie, to the point that you hadn’t even realized that Ace was right behind you, not until he put his hand on your shoulder, scaring the shit out of you.

"Gah!" You whip your head around, looking at the man who was wearing a shit eating grin. "You didn't answer me when I called, so I had to resort to more drastic measures." You could see that he clearly enjoyed that.

"Here. Now eat up." He said like it was more of a demand than a request.

"Thank-" And he was already gone before you could say anything. Looking down at the plate, you saw that he gave you a generous helping of spaghetti.

A minute later, Ace reappears, holding his own plate, carefully sitting beside you, making sure not to spill his food.

"Here you go." He hands you some napkins.

"Thank you." You say while taking them, grateful of how thoughtful he was. This can be a rather messy meal, and you don't want to deal with a messy face right now.

You turn up the volume a bit, since there's going to be eating. It helps with your mental health, and Ace totally understands that. Whatever helps you out.

You thoroughly enjoyed the food, not exactly taking your time, which caused Ace to lightly pat your head, his way of him telling you to slow down.

After a good portion of your food was finished and your face has been wiped, you placed the plate and napkin on the coffee table in front of you, not wanting to deal with it at this current moment.

"It was absolutely delicious." You say with a small smile, happy that you got an actual meal.

That plate was the most you've eaten in a few days.

Ace followed and did the same thing before scooting closer to you and placing the blanket over the both of you. It was comfort time.

"Now, do you want to talk about it?" He asked, calmly grabbing your hand in an attempt to help make you feel safe enough to talk about what's going on.

You let out a sigh, letting it bubble up wasn't going to help, but a part of you was worried to talk about it. You know he's trustworthy, but your BPD is telling you otherwise.

You understand that someone has good intentions but then it tells you the exact opposite, it's just a constant battle that you are getting incredibly tired of.

"It's just the usual really, nothing new."

"That doesn't mean you can't talk about it, it may be all the same, but it's better to let it out before it swells up. New or old."

He had a good point, it was better to get it out now before it boils over.

Ace paused the movie, giving you a chance to talk.

It took you a few seconds to think it over, to decide what to say and how to put it into words, some of the things you were dealing with can be rather difficult to explain.

But you were going to try, you had a feeling that Ace was going to listen, whether he understood or not.

"I've been struggling with a lot of things lately. From intrusive thoughts about ending it all, to not even feeling real and like I'm living outside of my own body."

You stare down at the table, not wanting to make eye contact while you continued to talk about your problems.

"I've been having a hard time wondering if I'm real or not, it's getting so bad that I can't even recognize myself in the mirror. It's a horrible feeling."

You could feel tears threatening to spill, but you'd rather not cry in front of someone, not right now anyways. Though it was starting to become too late for that.

"This feeling just won't go away, it's been happening for a few days now." You say in disappointment, growing tired of this feeling that's been plaguing you.

Now you were trying to stop the tears that were escaping, but for every one tear that you wiped, two more would appear, and then you just couldn't stop it anymore.

"I know I could have gone to you for help, but it's nothing new and I didn't want to bother you." You said in between sobs, finally looking at him here and there.

Ace kept listening, not wanting to cut in until he was sure that you had said everything that needed to be said, even if he had to sit there for hours, he would do it, just for you.

"And my intrusive thoughts have not been kind to me in the slightest, constantly telling me to just end it all, and I don't even want to, but it's just so constant that it makes it feel like I do want to."

You paused for a moment, giving yourself time to think after confessing a lot of what's been on your mind.

"Then there's the main thing BPD, which is also why I didn't talk, it's been forcing me to self sabotage. I've barely been taking care of myself, I probably wouldn't have eaten much today if you hadn't of come by." You admitted, not really proud of it, even though it's not your fault that your mental illness has been kicking your ass.

You looked at Ace again, this time waiting for him to talk, which he understood and did just that.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, placing a supportive kiss on your forehead while wiping away what tears he could.

He placed one more kiss on your nose before speaking.

"And how are you feeling at this exact moment? Are you still feeling the same way you described?" He asked.

You did a 50/50 motion with your free hand. "Luckily, I feel like I'm in my own body today, and the thoughts haven't been too violent today, and thanks to you, I actually got some food in me." You gave a small laugh at the end there, though it sounded a tad bit forced.

"I'm glad to hear that it's not going as bad as it was, that's an improvement, I don't mind you asking for help when this happens, but I know your reasons and I can't fault you for that."

Ace started fiddling with your hair with his other hand, which you didn't mind, you welcomed it actually.

"Did something happen to make this start? Or was it random?" He asked, letting go of your hand so he could use his to play with your hair more.

You felt guilt hit you right away. You almost didn't want to mention why, but nothing was going to get better, and you would once again just feel bad. So what's the point in hiding it?

"When we were hanging out recently, there was something you said, your tone sounded off to me and I fully regret not saying something sooner, and I know that's on me. I should have just talked about it with you and clarified what you meant right away." You began to feel the tears coming back as you rambled.

"And after that is when my mental issues just began attacking me at once, but it wasn't your fault, I just-"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Ace quickly said, trying to get you to calm down. He immediately grabbed ahold of your hand once more.

"It's alright, may I ask what I said to make you feel that way. And I'm not mad, I just want to make sure everything is alright." He wanted to quickly clarify that everything is fine.

You explained exactly what it was, trying to apologize for taking it the wrong way, to which he cut you off.

"Sometimes we just take things the wrong way, it's human, the best thing we can do is to talk to that person and ask this to clarify what they meant. You can use what happened to learn, not to beat yourself up."

"You're not upset?" You asked, genuinely surprised, not that he's ever given you a reason to be surprised.

"Of course not! Now if you had stolen my dessert, we'd be having a different conversation." He laughed, causing you to join him.

You both stayed on the couch for a little bit longer, you resting your head on his shoulder as you calmed down.

Ace did get up at one point, to put the dishes that were on the table into the sink, and to give you some tissues. He knew you were going to want them soon.

After some time, you began to feel a bit better, it helped to have Ace right by your side, telling you soothing things while feeling him kiss your head every so often.

It made you feel incredibly loved.

"Now! I got you favorite donuts." He suddenly says while getting up, not waiting for you to get up with him, thus causing him to just drag you into the kitchen, to which you accepted while saying "Weeeeee!"

"Get off the floor." He said while helping you up, acting as if he wasn't the one who just put you there.

Once you were standing, Ace took that opportunity to wrap his harm around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could place a few kisses here and there on your cheeks, causing you to giggle and proceeded to give him the same treatment.

At least you tried before he turned his head, causing you to kiss his lips, flustering you but making him feel victorious.

"You already taste sweet and you haven't even had a donut yet~" Ace flirted, making you playfully hit his arm.

"You dork, now hand me a donut."

"I require something in return. Something special."

"What." You accidently sounded more aggressive than you intended.

When Ace gave you a certain look was when you realized what you did, making you laugh once more.

"Now, one more kiss and I'll grant you what you want."

You gave a sweet smile before leaning, getting ready to kiss and then you quickly steal a donut before running back to the couch, giggling like a gremlin.

You thought you had won, that was until Ace, very sneakily went up behind you once more.

"I think you forgot something." He whispered in your ear, causing you to jump and scream.

"WHY!?" You yelled.

"You went against what we agreed on." He says while bapping your head.

"Ow."

"That did not hurt."

This little game continued on as you both just watched movies throughout the day, cuddling and just eating junk food, with healthy meals.

He even brought out the coloring books he got you, joining in as you two began to talk about whatever came to mind.

You being in his company helped greatly, you both spent most of the rest of the day glued to one another, trapped under that blanket, to which you did not mind.

Man is built like a heater and you were cold anyways.

But jokes aside, Ace helped you a lot, more than he realizes, his timing has always been spot on, you don't know how he does it.

You're just grateful he's there with you.

#x reader #headcannons #comfort fluff #comfort #mental heath awareness #ace portgas #ace one piece #one piece #one piece ace #ace d portgas #fire fist ace #mondern au

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ar-agon · 2 years

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Marko: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Dwayne, not looking up from his book: Spear.

Marko: BLOCKED.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #incorrect quotes #the lost boys incorrect quotes #mondern au

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thedemonofcat · 2 years

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Modern Au where Geralt decide to suggested him and Jaskier watch a horror movie one night. Thinking that Jaskier will get scared and try cuddle close to Geralt for comfort. This way Geralt can cuddle with Jaskier with out actually having to ask.

Only it backfires and Geralt is the one to get scared. It all fine in the end as they still get to cuddle, just not in the way Geralt planed

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #jaskier the witcher #the witcher #joey batey #henry cavill #gerskier #geralt x jaskier #mondern au

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alli9son · 1 year

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Here’s a modern au of Attack on Titan i’ve been working on 💓💓 lmk if anyone wants to see the time laps lmao it was 7 minutes on procreate

#aot fandom #attack on titan #mondern au #vans skate #thrasher #procreate #skater #aruani #levi erwin #eremika #mtv unplugged #ipad kid

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nec-romantic-nightmare · 2 years

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Working on drawing Himiko, Rao and my bb Rakuen in more modern outfits

I haven't added Waka since these sketches not done yet but soon UwU

#okami #okami art #okami oc #okami rao #okami himiko #okami hd #mondern au

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bbwhyte · 1 year

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It was a cool winter day, the kind of weather where it's just cold enough to throw on a zip-up and some festive socks. You were especially excited because it was the first day of December, Christmas music finally aired on the radio and the streets were filled with festive decor.

On a day like this, you'd usually take a joy ride around town to look at the festivities with some hot coffee but instead, you found yourself serving the coffee.

Your school and some others thought it was a great idea to host an event at a local ski resort to help raise money for the school and help the economy. You weren't going to go but all of your friends were and you couldn't bare being left out.

So, instead of sitting in your warm car, you were sitting in a freezing train car with other morning commuters. Some were barely awake, others were leaning over their significant other taking a quick snooze and you were in the middle listing to Christmas music in your cheap earbuds.

You pulled your jacket closer to you as you shivered wondering why there wasn't any heating installed and waited for your stop.

You lived in Mondstadt and had to take the train to liyue for your job, the commute would take 30 minutes in your car but taking the train ensured you'd get an extra couple minutes of sleep and, you got to skip traffic.

You looked out the train car's windows and just took in the beauty of the morning, the clouds covering the entire sky and blocking out the sunlight, if you didn't know better you'd still think it was night.

After the coldest 15 minutes of your life, you finally saw the train doors open to the 7th street station

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Prinzessin der verurteilung: it seems that fate has blessed us with exceptionally wonderful weather.

Oz: (The weather is nice out today.)

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You scrolled through your phone while on break, occasionally taking a sip of your hot drink. On your first day of work, you were just going to quit and go back to your warm blankets but the free drinks were a perk that made you stick around.

You'd only been working for a solid week so you couldn't help but wonder when you'd run out of drink combinations. Today's concoction was a mix of coffee and hot cocoa with some vanilla. You saw a customer order it earlier so you decided to try some yourself and it was delicious.

Your mindless scrolling was interrupted by your co-worker barging into the break room and throwing her belongings on the table while quickly clocking in. Your eyes widened at the scene that was being displayed in front of you, it wasnt often you saw her stressed.

Her sudden urgency disappeared after she clocked in as she leaned her forehead against the wall to catch her breath.

"Nice seeing you too," you said in a teasing tone while sipping your coffee-cocoa mixture.

The purple-headed girl shot you a glare before going into the bathroom to change her clothes.

You checked the time on your phone to see your break flew by faster than expected, it ended two minutes earlier.

You lazily got up out of your chair and stretched, your bones making a satisfying cracking noise. You took a deep breath before walking out of the break room immediately greeted with the scent of coffee and the sound of bickering customers.

You walked up to the cash register and waved your other co-worker, Charlie, away so you could run it. He said something along the lines of "Where the fuck is Rosaria my shift ended 10 minutes ago." under his breath.

All you did was shrug as he stomped into the break room. The first customer that greeted you was a young man that was around the same age as you, maybe a little younger? His outfit was always adorable you couldn't help but compliment them.

Today he was dressed in a white sweater with a green shirt over it with some kind of insignia on it. All matched with dark green pants. His hair had green highlights and he always wore it up in two braids.

This wasn't the first time you'd seen him, he came in every day at the same time ordering the same drink, you had yet to try it but it always intrigued you with its vibrant green color. He always ordered a Matcha latte and occasionally ordered a bakery item with it.

That latte was the first drink you memorized because of how often he came in.

As you handed him his latte you hesitantly complimented his shirt. His eyes lit up at the unexpected compliment.

"Thanks!! You're the first person to notice but I designed it myself," he announced with pride.

You played along with it and asked more about it, he explained that he made it for his band which consisted of Him and two girls named Barbra, and Xinyan. As much as you wanted to grab a table and speak with him for the rest of your shift you couldn't.

You said your goodbyes and he wrote down his number and his name on a napkin before he left. You couldn't help but blush a little at the kind gesture.

You shoved the Napkin in the pocket of your apron before tending to more patrons before your co-worker came out the back.

"Well that didn't take long at all," you said sarcastically while making a coffee.

"It was only like 10 minutes," Rosaria said while tending to the cash register.

After a while, the orders coming in started to slow down and you and Rosaria ended up talking about various customers that caught our eyes while occasionally asking the remaining customers how they were doing.

"Y/N!"

"Y/N!!"

Rosaria scream-whispered to you while you were wiping down some tables. "What?!" You scream and whispered back to her, "Blueberries here~" She said teasingly. You blushed at her words. Blueberry, is the code name for your mall crush. Rosaria always teased you about it but, you knew she liked him too I mean, who wouldn't?

He walked in and the restaurant was dressed in his scent. He always wore this strong cologne, just by the smell you could tell it was expensive. He walked up to the bakery case and crouched down scanning over the selection of pastries held inside.

He held his hand up to his chin pretending to think about his item of choice. He stood up and asked Rosaria what she would recommend. His words were smooth like honey you were mesmerized by them alone. If he told you to jump off a bridge you'd do it without hesitation.

"Hm? What I would get, id recommend you ask her, she has quite the sweet tooth," she said giving you a small smirk. You mouthed the word "NO" before he turned to face you. Cold blue eyes pierced your soul as you felt yourself freeze up. "What does a cute thing like yourself order?" He said with a smirk.

You felt your face heat up and your heart beat faster at his kind words but, a part of you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. "Uhm I would order the uh blueberry muffin." You said sheepishly trying your hardest to maintain eye contact. "Sounds great, I'll get two." The man said while turning back to the counter.

"Do you want that warmed up?" Rosaria asked while glancing at you, giving you a 'nice going' look. You mouthed a quiet 'shut up' before looking back at the table you were previously wiping.

You continued to eavesdrop on Rosaria and "Blueberries" conversation. He stuck around for a minute still talking to her, not even sparing you a glance. Though, you didn't think anything of it.

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Stargirl: Hand in marriage 💍 😍

Y/N: Bett, when the reception 😉

Wolfgang: Pretty.

Prinzessin der verurteilung: it seems that the two of you could be deemed gorgeous.

Rosaria: "she's my best friend yeah we not a couple."

Y/N: "she's a rock star she's a sex symbol."

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#fanfic #genshin impact #albedo #albedo genshin x reader #genshin mona #chat fic #mondern au #genshin x you #x y/n #x reader #december #chirstmas #winter

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kobutareads1 · 1 year

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Commander Handsome by Erwins_eyebrows

Modern AU. Eruri. One shot. Hange pimps out Erwin for charity.

Fast, funny and sexy. Zeke is briefly mentioned once, but it's the only time where I've liked him. He sets off a chain reaction which brings Erwin and Levi together.

#eruri fanfic #erwin x levi #mondern au #Erwin's_eyebrows

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filhadoboto · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 (General Audiences) Relationships: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Baghra & Alina Starkov & Genya Safin

Characters: Alina Starkov, Genya Safin, Baghra (The Grisha Trilogy), The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, Pregnancy, Engagement, Baghra is the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, 'Get married make babies'

Summary: Alina meets her neighbor Baghra’s attractive son when he comes to help his mother recover from surgery.

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againstacecilia · 2 years

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Say It Again

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader, modern!AU (part of the No More Wasted Time universe)

Word Count: 1.5k (ish)

Rating: Teen and up (BLOG IS 18+, THOUGH, MINORS DNI)

Excerpt: “I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…” “Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.

Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader being sick, fluff, EMOTIONS

Summary: When you get sick, Poe immediately jumps into action taking care of you.

A/N: Found a prompt from this wonderful prompt list and thought it was time for a certain moment to be shared between these two. 😍 The prompt was Damn, you're burning up. Thank you, as always, for @creatively-analytical for giving this a look over and beta reading for me, I LOVE YOU. 💖

Cursing every god you could think of, you reach up to flush the toilet you’d been hugging for the last 10 minutes. The early morning light seeps through the gossamer curtains over the small bathroom window, a breeze causing them to sway along the sill. You lean against the wall and tip your head back, sweat sliding down your neck and body shaking. Damn co-workers, coming to work sick and spreading it around…

You start to drowse, your stomach calm enough now to actually relax. The breeze dries the sweat from your body and your breathing begins to even out when…

Knock knock knock

The sudden rapping on your door startles you and you jerk awake, stomach once again beginning to roll with the movement. You shakily stand, opening the bathroom door and stumbling to the front door before peeking through the spy hole.

“Poe?” Your voice is haggard, throat raw from being sick.

“Baby? Everything okay?”

“Poe I’m so sick, you should go. I don’t want to give you this.”

“Hey let me in, you sound terrible.”

You step back from the door, unlocking it and opening it just an inch to peek through at him. Red basketball shorts cover his legs, a white hoodie over top, curls unruly and eyes suddenly filled with worry. “I feel terrible, you definitely don’t want what I have.”

He gently pushes against the door and you give in. The urge to keep him from getting this flu is overpowered by the desperate need to be held, to be taken care of. He steps in and closes the door behind him and takes you in.

Your hair is plastered to your face and neck and you’re shivering now. You had torn off your layers once the fever had kicked in, too hot to be covered up, but now that the sweat was evaporating from your skin it was suddenly freezing. Without meaning to, you wrap your arms around your body and start to sniffle. Tears line your eyes.

“Baby, baby what’s up?” Poe asks gently, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You push your arms into the sleeves, the hem brushing your thighs and completely covering your sleep shorts. More tears start to flow as he pulls you into a hug.

“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”

“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.

“Oookay, let's get you into bed.” Without warning, Poe sweeps you up into his arms and walks you back into your room, laying you gently on the bed. He reaches up to sweep the hair from your face. “Damn, you’re burning up. Have you taken anything?”

You shake your head no, burrowing into the pillows and blankets. “Been having a hard time keeping things down.”

“I’m going to the store to get you some stuff. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Not really a lot of places I can go…” You mumble, eyes closed.

A soft chuckle comes from next to you. Poe kisses your forehead before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You’re asleep before he leaves.

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When you wake up, Poe is sitting next to you on the bed. Glasses are perched on his nose and he has a book in his hand. You watch him read, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a muscle in his jaw flutters.

“You’re cute when you read.”

His eyes flick to you over his glasses, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “There she is. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I think…” you start, rolling onto your back. You immediately regret the movement as your stomach churns. “Ope, not alright.”

You bolt up, aiming for the bathroom. You make it to the toilet but aren’t able to shut the door before retching, acid burning its way up your throat. You heave again. You feel a hand begin gently rubbing your back, Poe’s presence a warming anchor.

“I don’t want you seeing this, Poe,” you manage to pant before retching again.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He reassures you, hand never stopping its calming circles. “I’ve seen worse.” He begins humming a familiar song to comfort you as coughs wrack through your body. A simple tune, bringing memories of dingy karaoke bars and hushed patio conversations…

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes

Then the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize

How much I love you…

After a minute you feel confident that this episode is over and flush the toilet. Poe leaves for a moment before returning with a cool, damp washcloth. He wipes your forehead before laying it across the back of your neck.

“Sprite or ginger ale?” He asks.

“Ginger ale.” Your eyes close again as your body vibrates.

“I’m on it.”

You hear him shuffle to the small kitchen. He opens the freezer, ice clanking into a glass. The fizz of a bottle opening reaches your ears. He pours the soda into the glass and comes back to you, sitting on the floor beside you.

“Try and drink just a little bit.”

You open your eyes and reach for the glass. A silly straw sticks out from the top and he gives you a little wink. A tired smile sneaks its way across your face before you take a small sip, savoring the cool of the soda down your raw throat and handing the glass back to him.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You tell him, head falling back against the wall. The bubbles in your stomach seem to be working, calming the raging sea to something more manageable.

“Hey, this is what I’m here for,” he says, adjusting the washcloth on your neck. “What else do you need?”

“Help me back to bed?” you ask. He stands, offering his hand and you take it before standing on fawn-like legs. He puts his other arm around your waist and supports your tentative steps back to your bed. Climbing in, he covers you back up and takes the washcloth.

“I’m gonna put your soda on your nightstand and go get you some water. We’re gonna try to take some medicine before you fall back asleep, okay?”

Your stomach lurches again, but doesn’t threaten to do anything else as he goes back to the kitchen to grab a grocery bag. He brings the entire bag back, pulling out various snacks and bottles and lining them up on your nightstand.

“Poe, what is all this?”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Well, I know what works for me when I’m sick but I don’t know what works for you so I had to guess.” There’s Gatorade and Pedialtye, rice cakes and saltines, flu medicine and anti-nauseas; the bar of chocolate catches your eye and makes you laugh.

“Chocolate?”

“That’s for when you feel better.” He grins.

A warm feeling blossoms in your chest, different from the fever raging in your body. Watching him fuss over you, running back and forth to freshen your washcloth or refill the ginger ale you’re slowly drinking, you realize that this man would really do anything for you.

“Poe,” you whisper as he turns to go back to the kitchen to heat up some soup for you.

“Hmm?” He turns to face you, hovering in the doorway separating your room from the living room beyond.

Your voice catches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest and making words difficult. You take a breath…

“I love you.”

He looks at you, frozen in place. After a heartbeat, he closes the space between you in three strides and drops to his knees next to your bed. Joy radiates from him.

“Say it again.”

You take another breath, throat tight with emotion. “I love you.”

He surges up and kisses you, his hand tenderly cupping your jaw. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. Resting his head against yours he responds, “I love you, too.”

With your emotions already high from sickness, the joy filling your chest begins to escape as tears. You laugh, lifting your hands to rest on the sides of his face. “You’re definitely going to get sick now.”

“Absolutely worth it,” he replies, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. He looks back at you and smiles, a smile so blinding the rest of the world becomes shadowed and inconsequential.

You run your thumbs along his cheekbones. “Say it again.” You repeat back to him.

“I love you.”

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