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cozage · 8 months

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Hi. How are you? Congratulations! Can I please have an option 1? How about Law, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Sabo and Ace (feel free to pick and choose) teaching a s/o (preferably female) how to fight? Like Zoro teaching the reader to sword fight or Sanji teaching his to use black leg. Thank you 💙🤍💙🤍

Omg girlie hey!!! How have you been?!!? Good I hope <3

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Characters: gn reader x Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy Total word count: 650

Teaching Moments

Ace

Literally so patient and such a good teacher but works you to the bone. He forgets that you are new at this and he has been training since he was born.

Hand-to-hand combat isn’t necessarily your strong suit, but he figures out you're quite good with a pipe.

He is also very good at fighting with a pipe (is there anything this man is bad at?!?!)

He won’t pull punches or go easy on you just because he loves you. You will crawl away from your training sessions with bruises and cuts all over your body.

After your sessions, he’ll walk with you to Marco to get healed up, and then he’ll give you a really nice, warm massage to loosen up your muscles. That alone makes your training day worth it.

You sometimes feel like you’re not making any progress, but when you start fighting people who aren’t Ace, you realize you’re much better than most of them. Fighting the best of the best really has its perks.

Zoro

Zoro is a good teacher…most of the time.

He gets frustrated easily when you don’t follow instructions, and expects you to come in with basic sword skills, but you don’t have any.

You have to remind him that not everyone grew up in a dojo, where they learned about swords morning, noon, and night. After he learns that, he takes you back to the beginning, teaching you in a new light.

He returns to the bamboo stick and the formations, and suddenly he becomes happier, laughing more with you and telling you about his childhood at the dojo. Every skill you learn is paired with a “Well when I was a kid…” story, and it warms your heart.

He takes you to a store to get your own swords. He definitely believes that you need to pick your own sword. He gives you pointers and advice, but he mostly leaves it up to you. He knows how important of a decision it is, and he won't interfere with fate.

He takes it easy on you. He can skillfully decipher just how much he needs to pressure you to get you to continue to grow.

Zoro doesn't understand much in his life, but he does understand two things: swords and you.

Sanji

Sanji. Bless his heart. He is not a good teacher.

He goes too easy on you and treats you like you’re too fragile.

It actually begins to put a bit of a strain on your relationship because it feels like he doesn’t think you’re capable of fighting the way he does.

In reality, he just doesn’t think a lady needs to fight. And he certainly doesn’t want to hurt you during training. He can’t hit a lady, even to defend himself.

He wants you to learn, and you know he’s not being rude or malicious, but in order to save your relationship, you end up finding another fighting instructor.

Instead of fighting, you help him prepare meals. And thankfully, he’s more than happy to let you help him do kitchen prep.

Luffy

Luffy is…Luffy.

Your training sessions always start out strong. He’s surprisingly good at giving you pointers (“raise your elbow” or “a right hook would’ve been better than a direct attack right there”)

Sometimes he forgets that not everyone has gum-gum powers. He’ll advise you to fling your body towards your opponents and you’ll just kind of deadpan and wait for him to realize his mistake, which always leads to a fit of giggles from you both.

Training sessions never last long. You guys always get distracted by someone or something, or you all get hungry or start chasing each other around, laughing and playing another game.

It’s always fun, you’re just never sure how much you’re actually learning. Sometimes you get irritated and think neither of you are taking it seriously, but Luffy’s way of life is “if it’s not fun, we shouldn’t do it”.

Little do you realize, he’s actually training you through the games you all play, and the mischief you guys get into. He’s a pretty good teacher overall.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Multifaceted (S.R.)

Summary: Reader interrogates a witness. Spencer can’t believe what he sees.

Request: reader where she is super quiet, shy but really really sweet and soft spoken but she has these crazy interrogation skills and tactics that shock the team and Spencer Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Police interrogation mentions Word Count: 650

MASTERLIST

Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well. You’d only started working with the BAU a couple weeks ago, but in those few weeks, he’d taken a particular interest in you.

Of course, that had nothing to do with the fact you were attractive (although you were). That would be shallow.

Instead, Spencer liked you because you were kind. There was an undeniable softness about you that extended far beyond your features. There had never been a moment between the two of you where he felt anything less than appreciated.

For that same reason, Spencer was worried about your first solo interrogation.

He just couldn’t stop thinking of his own. Thankfully, those many moons ago, Hotch had been nearby to put an end to his misery when he’d realized just how far out of his depths he was.

So, Spencer tries to return the favor. He doesn’t tell you that he’s watching because he doesn’t want you to think he is expecting failure.

He stands by. Just in case.

Spencer quickly realizes, however, that you are not the one who might need saving.

Behind the two way mirror, he sees an entirely different side of you. A side that is brusque and intimidating and notably not like the rest of you. Still, your charm somehow bleeds through the rough edges.

Spencer finds himself falling in an entirely different way. That stomach-sinking sensation breaks and makes way for butterflies that feel almost inappropriate.

He watches you with a morbid curiosity as his idyllic image of you dies on the metal table.

There is nothing resembling fear in you as you face evil. You are composed yet terrifying in quick, loud movements.

As you lean closer to something vile, he notices your lip and nose twitch in disgust.

He catches the way the man in the room practically cowers at the sound of your raised voice. He is reminded of the saying:

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

That is how he feels about you.

When you storm towards the exit, Spencer runs to greet you. In that brief time, he stubbornly clings to his vision of you as something soft. He is convinced, however silly it might seem, that something else has happened to explain your behavior.

Yet when he turns the corner and hears the door click shut, he is met with a familiar smile.

“Oh! Hey Spencer,” you chirp happily.

“Hey…” he mumbles suspiciously. He searches your expression for any sign of distress.

He finds none. He isn’t ready to give up just yet, though.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You look confused, too. That is, until you realize what he meant.

“Oh, were you watching?”

“Yeah…” he confirms.

“So…” you urge him on with a wave of your hand.

He has no idea what you’re waiting for. You giggle as you notice his eyes following your hand like it would help the gears turn faster.

You snap your fingers. He snaps back to reality.

“Was it convincing?” you ask.

After a minute, he almost starts to question it, but he eventually concedes defeat.

“Wh—I-I mean, yeah!” he squeaks, “You were… very, very convincing.”

You recognize the flustered state of him. You take in pink cheeks and wide eyes that are looking anywhere but at you.

Slowly, you realize that Spencer had underestimated just how much of you he had yet to see. You capture that reaction in a treasured memory and tuck it away for a future date.

For now, you just giggle and return to the version of yourself that he was more familiar with.

“You think that’s bad?” you whisper through the side of your mouth, “You should see me when I’m hungry.”

Spencer laughs along with you, even though, if he were honest, he knew he’d like you just as much.

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khami-the-raccoon · 5 months

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Can you do a pt.2 of the (Platonic) Draco Malfoy x Professor reader please? Maybe he protects Draco from Lucius? Thank you in advance!

Hello! Thank you so much for your request, I was really hoping somebody would ask for the second part of that fic! I really enjoyed writing it. Have a good day!

Draco Malfoy x male! Teacher! Reader (platonic!) part 2

Summary: Second part of my fanfic about Draco x male! Teacher! Reader (platonic!) Where Y/N protects Draco from his father.

Word count: 650

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

General Masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

In the weeks that followed, Draco continued to find solace in Y/N's guidance. However, as the pressure from his family increased, Draco's struggles became more evident. He was distracted the whole day, and started failing his exams and his grades started dropping at a concerning pace.

It all came to a head one day when Lucius Malfoy visited Hogwarts to discuss Draco's academic performance. Draco had failed several subjects, even if Y/N would often help him study, Draco’s struggles with his family ruined all his effort to become better.

In Y/N's office, Lucius wore a displeased expression as he he slowly analyzed Draco's exam results. The tension in the room was palpable, and Draco braced himself for his father's inevitable wrath. He was looking down, almost shaking in fear, he knew what would happen next.

Lucius, unable to contain his anger, stood up and raised his hand threateningly at Draco, who tried to cover himself from the imminent pain, but before the situation escalated, Y/N swiftly intervened, stepping between Draco and his furious father.

Y/N's gaze was unwavering as he faced Lucius, his tone calm but firm. "Violence won't solve anything, Mr. Malfoy. Draco is already aware of his academic situation, and we are working together to improve. Your son needs support, not punishment." He said, trying to keep calm, but the single thought of Draco being hurt by his cruel father made him feel uneasy.

Lucius Malfoy, though taken aback by Y/N's bold stance, sneered, "This is none of your concern, Professor."

Y/N stood his ground. "As Draco's professor and mentor, it is my concern. I'm here to guide and protect my students. Resorting to violence won't make Draco a better wizard or a better person." He said, and put his hand on Draco’s shoulder in a reassuring way, he just wanted to make Draco feel safe.

Draco, still trembling from the close call, looked at Y/N with a mix of gratitude and relief. Lucius, realizing he couldn't intimidate Y/N as easily as he might with others, begrudgingly lowered his hand.

With a gentle expression, Y/N addressed Draco, "We'll work through this together, Draco. Your potential is not defined by a single setback. You have the strength to overcome challenges, and I believe in you."

Lucius Malfoy, seething with anger, left the room without another word. Y/N turned his attention back to Draco, offering reassurance and a supportive presence.

As the days passed, Y/N continued to stand by Draco's side, helping him improve academically and emotionally. The bond between them grew stronger, and Y/N's unwavering support became a beacon of hope for Draco, reminding him that he wasn't alone in his struggles.

In a vulnerable moment, Draco broke down in Y/N's arms, expressing his gratitude for all the help Y/N had provided to him. "Thank you for everything, Professor…" Draco whispered through his tears, a sentiment that echoed the profound impact Y/N had on his life.

Y/N and Draco worked together to rebuild what was broken. Y/N's mentorship became a guiding light for Draco, fostering not only academic improvement but also emotional resilience. The bond between them deepened, reaching a crescendo of emotion one evening when Draco, overwhelmed with gratitude, allowed himself to cry in Y/N's arms.

"Thank you for believing in me," Draco uttered, his vulnerability laying bare the transformative power of empathy and kindness. Y/N, with a reassuring embrace, silently vowed to continue being the beacon of hope that Draco desperately needed.

In the aftermath of this emotional storm, Draco began to rise from the ashes of his insecurities, empowered by the unwavering support he found in Y/N. The incident marked a turning point, a catalyst for Draco's journey towards self-discovery and resilience, all made possible by the profound influence of Y/N's kindness and understanding.

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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I'm sorry the Hanniheads have been so rude to you. Ironic considering what he dies to the rude lollol. Take your time. There's no rush :)

This is sooooo not self indulgent lmao i was wondering about a yandere Hannibal waking up and his darling is totally gone. Her shoes are still there, all her stuff. He searches every where for her and finally finds her outside, having sleep walked all the way to the edge of the woods.

I sleep walk, I once woke up stirring an empty pot on the stove. Thank God my mom heard the commotion. I was around 12 at the time, now I'm 27 and it's calmed down a lot. I still laugh in my sleep from time to time, bonus points if you could perhaps include the reader laughing in her sleep?

►PAIRING: Yandere!Hannibal X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 650 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Panicked Hannibal | Possessive Hannibal | Worried Hannibal | Sleepwalking Reader | Sleep Laughing Reader | Some fluff | Hannibal Watching You Sleep | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Thank you for understanding. It has not been a fun experience, some aren't so bad and I appreciate them and others, well, they make me not want to write for the Hannifans. You know what's funny, is my wife and I were talking about that just the other day! Sleep walking can be terrifying! At least you were safe! Anywho, I hope this meets your request and finds you well. Sorry it took so long, it's been a crazy past few weeks! I hope this finds you well and safe. ►IMAGE CREDIT: I found this gif here. It is not mine nor do I claim any ownership. This gif does not belong to me. I found it on an outside source. ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

A void, an empty void. He could feel it, the bed felt cold, like it had been emptied for a long while. Hannibal shoots up looking over to see your side of the bed is empty, and cold.

"Where did you go?" He asked aloud, but low and behold no answer. His brow furrowed. "Y/N!? WHERE ARE YOU?!" He called out, but nothing still.

He looks around the bedroom, and all over the upstairs, you've got to be somewhere. He kept repeating in his head. He didn't like that you weren't here, his heart raced, he panicked a bit, and felt this obsessive need to find you. Where could you have gone, you couldn't have gone far. Calling your phone didn't help, you turned it off, but why? Why did you turn it off tonight? That was slightly unlike you.

Hanibal's brow furrows again, finding your phone on the bathroom sink. He leaves it there before he heads down the stairs. Looking around and sees your things are still here, your bag, your shoes, and the front door wide open. Where did you go?

He feels this deeper panic, did you get taken? Did you run away and leave everything here? He started to worry even more, feeling this deeper need to find you. He steps out of the front door and calls for you, but you do not respond. His jaw clenches and he starts to look around outside, walking the property until he looks in the grass and sees footprints, and he follows them.

The ground was wet from the dew, your feet were covered in blades of grass, some dirt specks, your night shirt hung off your body, swaying in the wind as the bottom of it brushed against your legs. You stood there, just staring into the black void of the woods. What were you looking at? What was it you were seeing? What was calling you? You just stood there, watching, swaying slightly, not aware of the chill of the summer night.

Upon following your footprints Hannibal find you, he knows waking you can be a problematic situation, so he guides you back inside. Blinking a few times, you look over at him and tilt your head.

"Were they not calling you, my Love?" you ask.

Hannibal shakes his head. "No, my Darling, they were not, I'm not as special as you are. Come now, back in bed." He states softly.

"Do you think they'll call for you one day?" You ask.

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, my Darling, I do not." He states softly as he gets you back into bed and covers you up.

The moment your head hits that pillow you're back asleep, but afraid you'll wander off again, he takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom and watches you. Like hell you're going to leave him. The idea of that happening angered him, but he wasn't going to take it out on you. He just truly didn't like the idea, it made him sick and aggressive and overly possessive.

Watching you, he pays close attention to your motions, maybe he can find a way to fix this, you didn't do it often, but when you did, it scared him each time. It was this little bubble in his chest that grew and grew each time he woke up and you weren't there. You scared him, you scared him deeply, and he didn't like that.

With a small moment of silence, he thought he heard you giggle, so he listened a little closer. Sure enough, you were giggling. A soft tilt of his head, and soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"How adorable." He spoke softly, shaking his head he let out a breath and leaned back in his chair and sat there watching you, making sure you weren't going to leave his side again.

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lixiesbrowniess · 7 days

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Hey sweetie, can i request lo'ak with x female human Reader please 🙏🌹❤️.

I really like your story, so, can I request smut: hard level only oneshot, and human female Reader has big breasts and it makes lo'ak want to bite or suck them.

OMG, this is gonna be so gorgeous 💋

Btw, Don't forget to take care of your health and always drink lots of water so you don't get dehydrated, your story is beautiful dear, I'm willing to wait until I turn into moss to be able to read your story. My dear 🌹😭

Oneshot: Boobies boy

Words count: 650 SORRY ITS' SO SHORT

Loak x human!reader

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron

Warnings: sexual tension, he's your bf, aged up characters 18+, slight nsfw, slight bl00d mentions, boobs playing, nipples sucking, slight biting.

Aged up to early 20

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

A/n: I know it's been toooo long I'm sorry for the wait guysssss I missed you :( Also thanks @kawaistrawberry21 I'll make sure to stay healthy but you must do that as well!! Eat well and stay hydrated all of you ♡ ♡

«Please just let me do it» Loak's tail was wagging in the air as you just keep your eyes on your work. «No is no Loak» you said as a sigh left your mouth. It was actually kinda fun to see him begging for it.

«C'mon just one lil bite» he exclaimed as his enormous hand cupped your breasts «I just can't resist» he's ears twitched as he looked into your little eyes. You were kinda surprised by his move so you couldn't manage to think and you find yourself back pressed against the tatami.

You gasped as he lifted your weaved top, but as you tried to cover up he blocked your wrists with one hand and pinned them down. He slightly stood on his knees as he gazed at your soft and big breasts.

His eyes were devouring you and as soon as he snapped out of his trance he licked his lips letting you have a preview of his great canines. «Loak-» you breathed out as he bent down placing open mouthed kisses on your likely hard nipples.

«Hmm?» he hummed as he started to manage your small body, you bit your lower lip to prevent any sound and you just slightly squirmed in his grip. He grew greedy and started to suck on your hardened bud.

As soon as he heard your soft voice his pupils grew larger and his tail wrapped around your calf as he started to take almost your whole breast. His canines slightly grazed your soft and sensitive skin.

Your eyes fell shut as he sucked hardly on your nipple, the light feeling of his canines and of his soft tongue causing you to gasp for air. You tried to free your wrists wanting to grasp onto his hair to pull them lightly.

He was reluctant for a moment but then freed your little hands, you immediately let your fingers curl around his braids as he started to press his teeth against your skin.

He hummed against your skin as he felt it crack slightly leaving a bit of blood to end on his tongue giving the whole thing a ferrous taste. You let a groan spill out of your lips at the light pain.

When he felt satisfied enough he moved to the other boob starting to lick and suck on the soft mount. «Love 'em so much-» he whispered against your skin between wet kisses. A silent moan escaped your lips as his fingers started to pinch the other bud.

«Loak-» you breathed out as your back arched slightly, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and to your lower region as he kept going. He made sure to leave two big hickeys before pulling away.

«We should do this more often» he chuckled leaving you abused bud out of his mouth and giving it a last lick. Your eyes opened as you frowned at him «just go and let me work now» you said blushing slightly.

He smiled and left a kiss on your forehead «fine I'll see you later then» he said before calling for his Ilu and then disappeared into the clean water. Your gaze fell to your breasts as you noticed two big purple spots «Skxawng» you whispered to yourself as a smile spread on your face.

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flusteredmoonn · 3 months

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ours; james potter

summary: "life makes love look hard," in which he proves to her that he aspires to live up to his parents relationship.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble, potentially canon divergent/ ooc james and sirius, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 650+

speak now tracklist. request.

green light flashed briefly through the living room in the potter's house before the room went back to it's dimly lit atmosphere. crackling from the fireplace echoed through the room as the soot settled on her coat. bag in hand, she hesitantly stepped onto the carpeted floor, footsteps following the commotion into the room.

"hello?" an all too familiar voice spoke as he continued to move in the direction of the floo network, hearing the pop and whoosh that came with travelling by floo, "y/n? you're here," he exclaimed moving excitedly towards her as his friends sauntered in behind him.

"james," she responded with a smile, giving him an affectionate hug before he insisted on taking the bag she was holding.

"hey boys," she waved to remus and sirius, smiling at them both as she briefly embraced each of them, before smoothing down the front of her outfit. the boys reciprocated the girl's greeting and the four fell into a natural conversation. quickly, the fireplace magically resumed its comforting light, small crackles filling the empty space of the room as a wood stoked fire appeared.

"how've your holidays been?" remus plainly asked the girl, who responded positively, returning the question to the rest of the group. though it wasn't long before they were settled in another living room space, chatting and laughing over several packets of leftover honeydukes sweets from term time as they played several rounds of exploding snap.

laughing into the night, they were soon interrupted by a small pop, and a nervous voice speaking sweetly to the curly haired boy, "master james, dinner is ready for him and his friends," the house elf was blunt, avoiding the lingering glances of the other three in the room.

"oh, thank you lucky," james smiled at the nervous house elf, who upon the response disapparated with a small pop. he stood up, straightening his trousers, turning back to his girlfriend and holding his hand out for her to take before leading the group to the dining room.

"i didn't know you had a house elf, james," y/n spoke quietly as they walked through an aged wooden archway.

"yeah, mum doesn't necessarily support it but she likes the extra help, i guess," he spoke, looking at her, pulling her seat at the table out for her. with a pop, the food appeared on the table, along with crockery and an array of cutlery next to it. mr potter walked through another archway leading into the room, supposedly from the kitchen.

the man laughed, throwing his head back as light laughter echoed behind him. the boy's parents sat down opposite himself and his girlfriend, remus and sirius seated at each end of the table. swiftly, the meal commenced and slight chatter began to rise throughout the room, several conversations filling the space.

sirius and remus pulled faces at one another, whilst james' parents looked gleefully to each other. the boy watched his parents, as they seemed extraordinarily happy, exchanging what seemed to be an old inside joke between them as they erupted into loud laughter. james looked to y/n, who seemed to also be watching the couple, a delicate smile upon her face as she admired their contentment. he replicated her smile, looking back to his parents with a happy sigh, he moved one of his hands to rest over her own, squeezing it slightly.

his parents had always seemed happy throughout his whole life. it was something he aspired to achieve for himself. something he had thought was possible with lily, yet something he found rather comfortingly within his girlfriend, who seemed equally as admirable of his parents relationship, how they still openly joked childishly, and seemed to be in their own bubble of love.

and it was that moment which the boy concluded that he would give y/n the same happiness his parents shared.

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tavyliasin · 3 months

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A gift, from Tavylia and the Dear Abdirak fans who made this happen, and of course the star of the show himself~

Hello darlings, dear ones, and sinners all~ This cameo is our gift, for all of us who know pain a little too intimately. Written and joint funded by Abdirak fans and Lia, to provide some measure of comfort. Please, enjoy, know you are heard, you are loved, and you are never alone when enduring the most intense of Loviatar's affections. (And all my gratitude to Declan for making this so very swiftly right before going offline for his holiday)

--- The script, including content there was no space for, and some more notes from Lia, will follow after the cut~ This one is clean, no NSFW content, so feel free to proceed at your leisure. For those new here, please be aware that the majority of my content is around NSFW writing with a few art shares and essays on fandom things. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay even if you're only here for this one video.

About The Script

Even with the additional payment, the maximum character limit in a request is 650. My original draft? 1117. We got out the knives, we cut it up, we boiled it down to the most pertinent line, and still had to defenestrate some of the punctuation. Far be it from me to ever know the meaning of brevity, loves, simply not in my extensive vocabulary. I also cannot thank Declan enough for the stunning performance, both in the game and in the cameo, and for giving us a character who we can relate to and adore in so many unexpected ways.

The Script We Sent

[greeting] Loviatar Maiden of Pain felt the echo of your pain singing through infinite realities. In her mercy, she has allowed us to speak. Agony is a cloak that you wear, armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I might envy you, but you did not choose this path. Your penitence is unnecessary. Let go, dear one, do not punish yourself further. The ebb and flow of exquisite torment, the rise & fall of the tides, you need not try so hard to swim. Breathe. Whether it is of the flesh or mind, your devotions have been heard. [reminder to share burdens/rely on each other/not alone/anything else]

The Original Draft Script

Greetings, Dear Ones, beloved of Loviatar - perhaps too beloved, in your case… Your pain sang through the fabric of the planes of infinite realities, catching and pulling at the Weave like a loose thread. My Goddess, the Maiden of Pain, she felt your echo through her web. Through her mercy, she has allowed me to speak with you. Agony is a cloak that you wear, an armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I might envy you…but you did not choose this path. Your penitence is not necessary. Let it go, dear one, do not punish yourself further. The ebb and flow of exquisite torment, the rise and fall of the tides, you need not try so hard to swim through them all. Breathe, keep your head above the water. Whether it is of the flesh or of the mind, your devotions have been heard by our most beloved Maiden of Pain. You endure it well, and you are not alone. There are other voices that sing her melody, listen for them, share your burdens and know you are all very dearly loved by the most gracious Loviatar. Even if her affections are a little excessive…

Lia's Notes And Thanks

First of all, a HUGE thank you to the dear ones who helped this happen, with encouragement, editing advice, and throwing some pennies in the pot to cover the cost I couldn't do alone. I shan't name names but you are already well aware of the endless affection I hold for you all. For everyone else, I really do hope this brings you some measure of comfort. It's important to recognise how much we tend to give of ourselves even when we suffer most, and how harsh we can be towards ourselves too.

You are not a burden, having needs is normal and natural, the people who matter most should be there to support you just as you would wish to be there to support them were your roles reversed.

We can rely on each other to a degree, even if it is just to listen, to say "I understand, it's alright to feel all of the things you are feeling. You do not have to be strong, you do not have to wear that mask of endurance with me." So do let go of that guilt, dear one, it does not serve you. If you would like to read more of a discussion on chronic pain, Abdirak, fandom, please see the main essay on the topic (click here) though be aware there is discussion of the more spicy topic of how pleasure and pain can be entwined, even for those of us who feel too much pain in our every day.

Tavylia's Offer

I'm going to round this one off with a simple offer to you all. Should you wish for words of comfort from a beloved character (probably BG3 but if I know the character well enough I can try others), send them to my ask box, or on Discord/Twitter/Anything on my Carrd. This is what I have worked on before, mostly SFW (only some light suggestive moments) as the focus is on comfort to the reader.

Abdirak - Migraine Comfort Yurgir - Migraine Comfort Tav - General Comfort, with Audio Multi-Character Comfort Drabbles (Including Abdirak)

If my little words can bring you any measure of comfort or relief, you need only ask.

Farewell for now, Dear Ones, darlings, loves, Pain Pals, - all of you. Please take care of yourselves - hydrate, nourish, and for the sake of the gods please allow yourself some rest and be kind to yourself for a change. And I do mean all of you. No exceptions, now. Love yourself with grace and forgiveness, care for yourself as if you were the most precious friend you have ever made. I hope to see you all very soon~

May Loviatar's blessings be more merciful. ~ Lia

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #abdirak #cameo #chronic pain #chronic illness #comfort #words of comfort #comfort in fiction #pain pals #Loviatar #loviatar loves you as you are #tavylia also loves you #so learn to love yourself too #feel free to share this post and save the video for the times you need to hear it most #thank you again to everyone who helped make this happen you're stunning you really are

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444rockstargf · 8 months

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HIII IM SO EXCITED OMG

can I request a guided masturbation with Jack Thurlow? the reader has their back against his chest, and he is leaning over them just holding his hand over theirs. the reader can have female genitalia but ultimately, it's your personal preference.

thank u so much 💗🤺🤺

yes ofc!! yall have the best ideas

"you take the wheel." | jack thurlow

high by the beach. - lana del rey

female!reader x jack

word count: 650

contents: guided masturbation, praise, degradation, overstimulation

you were sitting in front of him, his hands keeping your legs far apart from each other. he was resting his head on your shoulder, looking down at the sticky mess in between your legs. he whispered sweet little compliments as you felt your soul leaving your body.

he allowed you to touch yourself, but only on one condition. he was in charge of every movement you made. the speed, the pressure, and when you were able to cum. you had no choice but to follow his orders, no matter how it made you feel.

you felt yourself reaching your fifth orgasm of the night, choking out sobs and begging him to let you cum once more. “come on, doll. hold it in for me just a little bit longer. i know you can. such a good girl…” he placed his hand over yours, making you move it faster over your aching pussy. you were so wet that you could hear your fingers moving.

“getting close?” he whispered. you sobbed out. your body was trembling. he instructed you to stick in two fingers and move them slowly. the pace was agonizingly slow. you bucked your hips into your fingers, trying to get more friction, but he dug his fingers into your thigh, making you whimper.

your clit started to pulsate as your liquids stained your bedsheets. he gripped your hand firmly, making you finger yourself faster. the sounds that came from your pussy were making him go crazy. he couldn't think about anything except how much he wanted to destroy you tonight.

your body was shaking vigorously, the burning sensation in your core growing by the second. you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. he had you in this position for hours, turning you into a helpless sobbing mess. he brushed your hair out of the way and started biting your neck, drawing a little bit of blood.

“i love seeing you like this, baby…” he said softly into your neck. he made you take your fingers out, making you rub your aching clit. you felt the sensation coming back again. the one that made your back arch, your eyes water, and your entire body go numb. no matter how many times you came, you could never get enough of the feeling.

you choked out sobs, telling him that you couldn’t hold it in anymore. he simply just chuckled and told you what a whore you were being, that you weren’t even able to keep yourself together for him. you pleaded with him, telling him that you could hold it in and that you’d be a good girl for him, but your words were interrupted by moans and sobs.

“you can go faster now…” you immediately pumped your fingers in and out at lightning speed, your fingers dripping with your previous cum. your body felt so hot with all the things going on. the things he whispered in your ear made your body completely submit to him, making you completely unable to comprehend a single thought by yourself.

tears streamed down your face as your body trembled uncontrollably. jack smiled as you fell apart like this. he loved pushing you to this point. “wanna cum for me again..?” you nodded frantically, trying to hold back your sobs. “go on, slut. cum all over your fingers like a good girl.” that was all you needed to hear.

you reached another orgasm, this one being even stronger than all the ones that came before. your body melted into his as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. your cum flooded all over the already ruined bedsheets, forming a little white pool underneath you. jack gave your pussy a few slaps. “such a good girl. but im not done with you yet.” he smiled as he watched you shiver. for you knew exactly what was to come.

author's note: holy shit yall did not hold back on the requests. i literally cant thank yall enough for the support. they should all hopefully be out by the end of the week!!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow #jack goes home #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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Let's Beat the Heat; Deuce Spade

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

AN; This is for the lovely @ithseem! Thanks for the request, and I hope you enjoy this Deuce drabble! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were still stuck in Twisted Wonderland, and spending your summer in Ramshackle. It wouldn’t have been horrible; your friends came and visited, brought you out on little day trips, heck, even Crowley was leaving you alone for once. But there was one itty-bitty thing which made it unbearable. There. Was. No. Air. Conditioning. And today was the grossest, most humid, most insufferably hot day of the year. Apparently it hasn’t been this bad in over a decade. So, you were sprawled out on the hardwood floors in a feable attempt to cool down, but you were just sticky and laying on the floor. Absolutely miserable.

There was knocking at the front door. Did I invite anyone over? Ughhhhh it’s too hot for thinking! “Come in,” you groaned, turning your head over to see who decided to come over.

“Hi, love,” Deuce greeted before stopping upon seeing you trying to meld yourself to the floor. He furrowed his brow and then his eyes widened, having come up with a plan. He placed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be right back, okay?” And off he went, putting his plan into action.

“Hi, love, bye love,” you sighed. And you just layed on the floor, staring up to the ceiling. Note to self; wring Crowley’s neck the next time I see him for making me stay in this damn place. INSTALL AN AIR CONDITIONER FOR THE LOVE OF SEVEN!

Were you staring at the ceiling for a minute? An hour? You had no clue, but you heard the front door open and shut. Deuce was back, and he was carrying a box of ice pops. “So, it isn’t much, but it should help a bit. But it’s outside.” He reached out his hand, helping you get up. “Up we get… now, close your eyes.”

You gave him a tired look, but followed your boyfriend’s request and closed your eyes. It was too hot to really question what he was up to. At least with Deuce, you knew it would be something sweet, a bit awkward but very endearing. Very slowly, since Deuce was going at a snail’s pace, the both of you got outside. “Can I open them now?” You asked, waiting for the go ahead.

“Yes,” he chuckled nervously, waiting to see your reaction.

And upon opening your eyes you saw a kiddy pool, no deeper than mid calf, filled with water and ice. A smile broke on to your face seeing the bright blue plastic covered in cartoon sea creatures and mermaids. “This was your idea, sweetie?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “It isn’t much, but I thought it could help. Do… do you like it?”

“Of course I like it,” you laugh, cautiously testing the water with a finger. It was bitterly cold. “It’s perfect! Thanks, love!”

Deuce smiled upon seeing your cheery face and happy laughter, happy to see that your energy was back. “Not as perfect as you.”

Taking an ice pop, you booped him on the nose with it. “You’re also perfect, you know,” you hum.

His cheeks flushed pink at the realization that he said that outloud. Yes, the two of you have been dating for a few months now, but he still found himself blushing. He brought out an ice pop and booped you back on the nose, a soft look in his eyes. “I love you.”

Today might have started off as the hottest day in recent Twisted Wonderland history, but thanks to Deuce, the day had shifted. Yes, it was still hot as Sevens, but due to the sweet actions of your sweet boyfriend, it wasn’t so bad. Maybe getting stuck here wasn’t all that bad. You had the right people… you had your person. And that was enough.

All you needed was Deuce… and some ice pops, and a kiddy pool filled with ice water so you didn’t get heat stroke. But telling Crowley off could wait for another day, for now, beating the heat with your person was far more enjoyable and important.

#dove does events #100 follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade x gn reader #all you need is deuce a kiddy pool and ice pops #deuce is babey #ramshackle is probably insufferable in the summer and damn well crowley didn't install some central air #but you have a deuce who spent like $50 to make you happy... and so that you didn't become a permanent addition to the floor #deuce is your person and you are his #he would still blush regardless of how long together the two of you have been dating #hope you enjoy this ithseem ^v^#ithseem!#you get to decide on the ice pop flavour btw #Congratulations on 100 followers 💖💖And here's to many more #I humbly ask thee for Deuce Spade with the prompt “Let's beat the heat”#Fluffy and romantic pls #<- I HOPE YOU GET MORE GYAAAAAAAAA #this is my humble answer #twst fluff #deuce spade fluff

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luvxiem · 9 months

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can i request mysta with 9 'i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your [partner/gf/bf]' and 13 'you're being so lame right now'? fluff please! ^^

last minute

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: ~650

✧ pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, little humor

✧ summary: your boyfriend refused to tell you what he was wearing to your best friend's costume party leaving you curious and pouting, but little did you know that he was just deflecting because he hadn't found one yet.

"what are you wearing?"

mysta looks over at you from where he stood in the hallway of your shared apartment, his hand still raised near his head where he was fixing his hair.

"what do you mean?" he asks. "isn't it obvious?"

"well clearly i wouldn't be asking if it was."

"i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your boyfriend!" said boyfriend of yours is wearing a beige sweater that you tend to steal pretty often and a pair of lightwash jeans, as well as the little magnetic charm bracelet that you bought the two of you on a whim after seeing it on an instagram ad (even you are not safe from big data knowing what you like, and bracelets with magnetic half-hearts that form a full heart when together is exactly the type of thing that you would buy).

"babe, you're being so lame right now. also, couldn't you have done like, y'know, a catboy or something? all you have to do is draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner, it's not that hard."

"i dunno—i just thought it'd be cute if we matched."

"eww, do you have a crush on me? that's cringe," you joke, scrunching your nose in mock disgust. you're unable to hide your smile as mysta's eyebrows raise in confusion. his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the wall with a rather cute pout.

"what are you talking about, we're literally dating," he deadpans.

"says who? do you have proof?"

"the fuck you mean proof—of course there's proof we've been-"

"is the proof in the room with us?" you ask, making a show of looking around the room. mysta groans loudly as his head falls back and that's what breaks you, your laughter loudly ringing in the air while your boyfriend rolls his eyes.

"you are so fucking annoying, you know that?" pushing himself off the wall, mysta walks over to where you're seated on the sofa.

"you love me," you grin, pulling him by the arm down onto the couch beside you. grabbing his chin, you angle his face toward you so that you could leave a sweet kiss on his lips. his face is dusted with a healthy flush when you pull away, and his eyes dart from your own, down to your lips and back to your eyes again. and so, unable to deny your lover of his needs, you peck him again. and again. and again. until he finally has enough of your increasingly aggressive kisses and pushes your face away with a laugh.

"stop it, you kiss like a woodpecker," he whines, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sound of your giggle.

"i can't help it, i just love you sooo much," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing out the 'o' for as long as you could before mysta rolls his eyes at you again.

"you're lucky you're cute,"

"mmhm. y'know what else is cute?"

"what? if you say 'your mom' i'm gonna punt you across the room."

"hey, your mom is very cute! but no, what i was gonna say was your quote unquote boyfriend outfit. since when did you steal this sweater from me?" mysta levels you with an unimpressed stare.

"you mean my sweater? i had to dig it out of your side of the closet, you gremlin."

you tug at the fabric and hum.

"okay, well, it doesn't smell like you anymore so honestly i don't even want it. even if it is super soft."

mysta removes your hand from his sweater and intertwines your fingers instead, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"i knew it, you only want me for my cologne, don't you?"

"hey! i like your ass, too."

"why am i even dating you."

[ WRITTEN 230722 ]

500 follower event prompt list

#this is me being silly teehee #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.500 #mysta rias fluff #mysta rias x reader #luxiem fluff #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #mysta.txt #SORRY FOR NOT WRITING IN AGES :')#please take this short silly req as an offering...#i think dating mysta would just have a lot of silly banter back and forth

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cozage · 7 months

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Fox and Hound

Request by @missscarletta7: This would be about Zoro and it would be pre-straw hats back when he was still a bounty hunter he is trying to catch the reader for their bounty. But the reader is a ninja and keeps narrowly escaping and outsmarting Zoro. It even stops being about collecting the bounty he just wants to catch the reader. Then he finally does but doesn’t have the heart to turn them in and lets them go so he can keep following them

Characters: gn reader x Zoro Word Count: 650

Someone was on your trail, they had been for weeks. You had never seen them, but they were closing in. Fast.

You were an artist of escape, though. You were a master of disguise and hiding in plain sight. Whoever was following you would never be able to find you if they managed to corner you.

Unfortunately, that finally became a reality. You peered down through the trees, watching the path for the person who had been hunting you. A green-haired man with three swords walked along the path, carefully staring at the ground.

Roronoa Zoro. The demon of the East Blue. The man who never stopped tracking a target until he was able to turn them into the Marines.

He stopped a few feet away from your tree, and your heart leaped into your throat. You had laid a false trail, but he seemed to see right through it.

His eyes looked up and scanned the tree line, smirking as he searched for any sign of you.

“I know you’re here!” He called out, confident as he gripped his blade. “We can play this game as much as you want. But I always win.”

You didn’t dare move. You didn’t dare breathe. He was goading you, trying to get you to move or show your hiding spot. But you weren’t so stupid. You wouldn’t give him any indication where you were.

He sighed and shook his head. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He pulled out his blade and sent a swipe across the trunk of the tree you hid in, and the tree began to topple to the ground.

You jumped to a neighboring tree, using the sound of the falling tree to cover your sounds.

But Roronoa saw right through it, and he cut down the next tree, and then the next. And the next.

He was relentless, but you were desperate to escape. So desperate that your haste caused you to land on a dead branch, sending you tumbling to the ground with a surprised yelp.

He was instantly on top of you, pinning you to the ground. You thrashed desperately, trying to get out of his hold. But it was futile; his grip was iron-tight. You were trapped.

He stared down at you, assessing the situation while he waited for you to calm down. Once you had finally given up fighting, you met his eyes.

He smirked. “Gonna beg?”

You scoffed. “In your dreams. I don’t beg. Especially not from the likes of you.”

Zoro laughed. He wasn’t used to this kind of spunk. People were always cocky until he had them in his hold, and then they broke and begged to be let go. You were his first mark who hadn’t groveled.

He was intrigued, he couldn’t lie. He was curious about you and your methods. You had been one of the most skillful people to track. You left almost no trace in every town you visited, which explained why your bounty was so high.

In fact, the only reason he found your trail in the first place was because you had taken a photo with kids at the local orphanage.

He sighed and got up, releasing you from his hold.

“What are you doing?” You asked. You were almost offended. “Am I not a good enough bounty for you?”

“The opposite, actually.” He sheathed his blade, looking back at you still on the ground. “You’re too good.”

You sat up, ready to jump away if he moved to attack again. “Too good?”

“I’m going to find you again,” Zoro promised, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. “And I’ll turn you in next time. So don’t make it too easy, okay?”

“Why are you letting me go?!” You demanded. He won fair and square. It didn’t seem right, even if you were being relieved of a death sentence.

“Because,” he turned back to you one last time. “Chasing after you makes me feel alive.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #cozage #✧˚zoro✧˚

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silksongeveryday · 11 months

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Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 100!!!! 🎉

Man! I can’t believe I actually made it to 100 days, this has been such a wild ride. Here’s to 100 more!! (But hopefully not!)

Genuinely though, thank you all so much for all the love and support and kindness. I never thought that my mostly low effort hornet doodles would get anywhere at all. And I’ll be honest, I don’t think I would have continued had it not been for 650+ of you following along the way. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!

that being said,

A few announcements going forward!!

I’m changing my pfp! It’ll be the exact same as the previous, but a more updated version of it! That one was the first drawing ever but I think it’s long overdue for an update lol

With requests reopening in under a week, there are a few things I’d like to bring up. I might close requests a lot more often, but most days it will stay open! Just keep an eye out for when my bio updates!

All daily posts will now have an official time that they will be posted! They will all be posted at 7 am PST going forward, since I found it a bit inconsistent to just post/schedule whenever.

that’s it for now I think!

The art in this drawing is inspired by my post on Day 7 one of my first few posts to this blog back when activity first started picking up!

For the version without the number 100 in it, check out my main blog @miizori !

Also a reminder that my dtiys is still available for those who are interested! :)

Thank you!!

#hollow knight #silksong #hk hornet #hollow knight hornet #silksong hornet #hollow knight fanart

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finniestoncrane · 2 months

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i need to get this out of my system so i’m putting it into your inbox. i desperately need to make gotham eddie feel like he’s worth something, that poor little stringbean 🤲

Worth It

Gotham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 650 i don't even know if this was a request but it just killed me, the idea of making sure he knew he was VALID AND VALUABLE urgh 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, kissing, teasing, over clothes touching

Pulling on his tie, you held him in place, tugging him back into your kiss anytime he tried to move away from you. Lips clinging to him, you savoured it, the sweet taste of the pastry he ate at lunch, the bitter sting of the coffee on his tongue, the salty flavour of the sweat on his upper lip, his nerves getting the better of him as you ran one hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly tidy style.

You loosened the leash you held him by, watching him lean back, his tie slipping past your fingers and falling to his chest, which rose and fell with heavy breaths. He wasn't going anywhere, you were sure of that now as you looked down to his crotch, a visible bulge where he had stiffened, a dark spot forming on the front of his brown slacks where his precum had leaked through.

He caught your eyeline, quickly working out what you were staring at, and began stammering out an apology, an excuse, anything he could.

"Hm, don't worry about it too much, Eddie. I think it's a compliment."

"Y-you do?"

"Of course."

Kicking your leg out, you let your shoe fall to the floor, snaking your stocking covered foot up his leg, hooking your calf behind his knee and pulling him back into you.

"It's flattering... you must be very into me."

With both legs now wrapped around him, you edged closer to the desk you were sitting on, skirt riding up, your panties visible as you closed the gap between the tent in his pants and your own heated entrance.

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, lips falling apart as he stared to the ceiling, hoping that if he couldn't see you, your breasts visible, pouring over the top of your bra beneath your unbuttoned shirt, thighs bulging past the hem of your tight skirt, then he might be able to hold himself together. But while he was distracted, you took his hand, grabbing it quick and placing it against the front of your panties, his fingers twitching as he realised that they were resting on your thick pussy lips, a thin layer of silky fabric between his skin and yours.

"Besides, I'm sure you can tell that I'm just as into you..."

Edward's fingertips twitched, rubbing slightly at the wet patch on your pants before he pulled them away, gasping when you caught his wrist and slowly brought him back to your body, placing his hands back over your panties and pushing his fingers against you. Moaning slightly, you let go of his wrist, glad that he kept his fingers there, even if they were completely still.

"A-aren't you worried that someone... someone might see you? With me?"

"And what if they did? Would you be embarrassed by me, Eddie?"

You stroked his cheeks with your knuckles, eyes focused on his soft lips.

"No! Oh, dear, no! I just... you...we might get fired? Wouldn't we?"

Leaning into him, you pushed your lips against his, his body still stiff and rigid, almost like he was afraid of you. You broke off the kiss, smiling as you looked deep into his eyes behind his lenses.

"Well, even if that happened... I think it would be worth it. I think you're worth it."

As though you had triggered something in him, boosted his confidence by letting him know that you were willing to risk so much just to kiss him, to touch him, he kissed you back. The force with which he came into contact with your body knocked you back, and he followed you, leaning onto your body as you let yourself relax onto the desk, Edward's hands at either side of your head, pinning you in place as he began grinding against you.

If anyone came in, if you were caught, you'd accept the repercussions. But only if they agreed to let you have the room for just ten minutes before you cleaned your desk out and left.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #gotham #gotham riddler #gotham!riddler #gotham fox

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niki-phoria · 8 months

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i really want a part 2 on this 🥹

pairing: yeonjun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 650

summary: after salvaging your prom night, yeonjun takes you out on your first date

includes: blushy yeonjun, lots of fluff, outfit inspo from this pic

a/n: thank you for requesting !! once again, i'm so sorry fics have taken so long to write, thank you for all of your continuous patience <33 i hope you like it :))

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated <33

PART 01 / PART 02

yeonjun anxiously wipes the palms of his hands against the fabric of his jeans; his eyes continuously glance back towards the glass double doors in search of you. he impatiently drums his fingertips against the polished marble table. he tops on his phone twice, causing the screen to briefly light up, showing the time. 11:28.

the small bell hanging just above the door startles yeonjun, alerting him to the entrance of yet another customer - although this time the sight takes his breath away. you smile softly at him as you wander over to sit across from him at the table. your hair has been freshly washed and casually styled. an oversized gray sweater hangs loosely from your frame. from across the table yeonjun can just barely smell the cologne you put on.

“hey,” you smile brightly at him. “i’m not late, am i? i had to catch the bus.”

“no, no,” yeonjun chuckles. “not at all.” he slides one of the cups of coffee across the table towards you with a sheepish smile. “i ordered your favourite.”

“really?” you gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes.

yeonjun stifles a soft chuckle underneath his breath, nodding towards the cup. “try it.”

the beverage tastes sweet in your mouth when you raise the cup to your lips to take a sip. a satisfied hum leaves your lips as you set the cup back down on the table. “you’re too good to me, choi yeonjun.”

“i found a path in naksan park a few days ago,” yeonjun says. “i figured we could go for a walk once we finish our drinks. you know, see the sights. it’s nice outside.”

“i’d like that,” you smile.

“wow,” you whisper, pausing to look at the view of the city. a variety of skyscrapers and buildings nearly touch the clouds in the distance. “it’s beautiful.”

“just like you.”

you playfully swat at yeonjun’s shoulder. “you’re so corny,” you chuckle.

“you love it.”

you snicker, turning back towards the path before you begin your trek once again. yeonjun can feel his heart rate speeding up when your hands gently brush against each other. you softly smile when you glance over at him, hesitantly reaching out to take yeonjun’s hand into your own. despite the deep blush that spreads across his face he intertwines your fingers together.

“hey, look,” you say, gently tugging yeonjun alongside you as you divert from the path slightly. you follow the sidewalk even further until you reach a small, metal bench sitting underneath a line of trees. “let’s sit down.”

the metal feels cool against your skin as you sit down side by side. a comfortable silence falls between you for a few minutes as you relax; watching the bugs fly around you.

yeonjun leans back against the bench, shifting slightly to face you. his lips quirk into a soft smile as his eyes study each of your features. the shape of your eyes. the slope of your nose bridge. the angle of your jawline. the plumpness of your lips.

“y/n,” yeonjun’s quiet murmur catches your attention away from a stray butterfly. his face flushes slightly when you glance over at him. he hesitantly raises a hand up to cup your cheek, brushing a hand against your skin. your breath hitches in your throat when his gaze flickers down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

“yeonjun,” you whisper. he nervously catches his bottom lip between his teeth - a particularly attractive bad habit.

yeonjun leans in just enough for you to feel his forehead press against yours. his touch lingers against your skin, igniting electricity in its wake. “can i kiss you?”

“yes.” your eyes instinctively flutter closed as you follow yeonjun’s lead in leaning in even closer. his nose brushes against yours before he finally closes the gap, capturing your lips against his in a sweet kiss.

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agentmarcuspike · 7 months

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Ziggy pls may I request our favourite man Marcus Pike and number 28? 🥹

you don't have to ask me twice

prompt: getting the giggles together over something that isn’t that funny pairing: marcus pike x reader word count: ~650 ⚠️ drabble, not proof read ⚠️

You’ve both worked late every day this week, and your cupboards are as empty as your stomach is when you finally get off in time to stop by the grocery store.

The urge to grab a frozen pizza you and your boyfriend Marcus can share and run home is strong, but you know for a fact that the last edible thing you have at home is half an oxidized bottle of white wine and a jar of orange marmalade, so you decide to stock up properly with all the basics.

The paper bag nearly rips on your way up the five flights of stairs to the apartment you share, but you soldier on, and almost trip on your cat, Max, on your way through the door.

“Oh, careful, baby!” you say as he weaves through your legs, purring loudly.

“You talkin’ to me, honey?” Marcus yells from the kitchen.

You choke down a snicker and follow Max, who goes directly to his food bowl.

Marcus greets you with a big smile, and the fork on its way to his mouth freezes mid air when he sees the shopping bag you plop down on the counter.

“You did the shopping?! Thank God!” Marcus beams, his smile growing even bigger. He moves to kiss your head, his breath making you scrunch your nose, and he starts unpacking the groceries, a meow escaping Max as he passes him. “I hear you, boy, you hungry?”

“Dude, you smell like fish, what were you eating…?” You bend down to pet your cat where he’s waiting in front of his empty bowl, your face still in a slight grimace.

“Sorry,” Marcus smiles. “I haven’t eaten since lunch, and the only thing I found was some canned tuna in the back of the cupboard.”

A silence follows as you look from Marcus to Max. Marcus stares into the now empty paper bag.

“Did you buy cat food? The big bag in the closet is empty.”

Something is starting to dawn on you, but you bite your cheek.

“No, I didn’t, cause we still have some wet food for him.”

“Really? Where?” Marcus looks at you expectantly, ready to open whichever kitchen cabinet you tell him to.

“... In the back,”

His eyes go wide and he waits for you to finish.

“... Of the cupboard.”

His mouth opens slightly as it dawns on him too.

“Next to the canned tuna?” he says, voice full of hope and denial.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. You stare at Marcus, wide-eyed, waiting to see if he’ll gag or giggle. His fingers pinch the space between his eyebrows as he leans over, and for a second you think he might be crying. But then a snort escapes him, and you let yourself laugh too.

Tears spring from your eyes and you fall on your back as Marcus bends over, both of you heaving for air at the same time. He leans his hands on his knees as he gathers himself, shaking his head.

"I'm too tired to even be sick."

He grabs the tuna can from the counter and dumps the rest of the smelly contents into Max’s bowl as he leans down to join you on the floor. Your lips meet in a soft kiss, and he rolls on top of you. He’s about to ask permission to deepen the kiss with his tongue when you pull back and cover his mouth with your hand.

“First of all, it’s like making out with a cat. Go brush your teeth,” you tcommand, and he bows his head in embarrassment. “And second,” you continue, “You might be full, but I still haven’t eaten.”

Just like he always does when faced with the opportunity of taking care of you, Marcus sits up.

“I’ll cook you something,” he promises. “How ‘bout a quick tuna bake?”

You slap his cheek playfully as you roll over groaning, but your cheeks are sore with a satisfying ache after laughing so hard, as a grateful smile grows on your face.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x you #idk what this is #or if it fulfills the prompt but it's something!!#thank u charlie <333 #my writing

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I Didn't Have To - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: Insecurity is a terrible thing.

word count: 650

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The morning sun bled through the partial blinds and bathed the two conjoined lovers in light. Wilson brought up a hand to rub away the sleep and then let it fall to rest on her shoulder. He was always amazed at how soft her skin was, thinking he could touch it every day if he let her. The gentle strokes aroused her from her sleep.

“Morning.” Even still half asleep, her voice held a cheery note that brought a smile to his face.

“Morning, my love.” He leant down and pressed a kiss to her still puckered lips. He then proceeded to deliver a kiss to each eyelid. She giggled at how ticklish this was. Wilson practically swooned at her innocence. How did he get such an angel? Who trusted him with something this fragile? As gentleman-like as he tried to appear he knew there were spots in his past. Yet here he was with a woman who’s past was as pure as her spirit.

“Darling, we need to get up.” She groaned. “I know baby but the sooner we get up the sooner the day passes and then the sooner we’re back here, together.”

This did the trick as she ungracefully threw her legs over the side of the bed and pushed her limp body up so the carpet took the brunt of her weight. Wilson followed.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder in the bathroom at Wilson’s apartment, which had become her second home over the past few weeks. Some, well House, may say it was too quick but they only ever wanted to talk to each other, see one another, and be near one another. Three blocks between their apartments kind of complicated that.

Y/n spat her toothpaste into the porcelain bowl. Her hair was brushed and all that was left was the face. She took out her cosmetic bag from her permanent drawer and began applying a controlled number of creams and powders. James came from behind and began placing kisses on the exposed skin of her shoulder.

“How can one, who already looks as beautiful as one does, feel the need to alter their beauty in any way.”

“Stop it, you don’t have to say that.”

“I didn’t have to sleep with you, and I still did that.”

She turned to face him, accusingly, “You saying you didn’t have fun.”

“I think we both know the answer to that.” She giggles as he sends her an unrehearsed wink.

She returns to the brushing of her cheekbones. “Anyways that’s rich coming from a man who spends hours blow-drying his hair.”

“It’s not that—I like taking care---thinking that I look good—I mean its not like---my body’s not—” he fiddles with his hairdryer as he tries to justify himself to her, refusing to look up.

She halts her movement when she hears his stutters. She makes her way over and takes his body into her arms so she can make him meet her gaze.

“Hey. Listen to me. I didn’t just fall for you because you are intelligent, sensitive, funny, kind, sweet and because you care about me more than anyone ever has” she began to brush his hair back so she could gaze into his eyes. “but also because you are cute and unbelievably sexy. And even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t care, because all those other things matter to me a thousand times more.” She finishes her thought with a deep kiss pressed to his lips.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I didn’t have to fall in love with you and I still did that.” She giggles before skipping off back to his room to get changed.

He reaches up his fingers to brush where her lips touched his. Grinning like a schoolboy, he followed her path so he could soak up as much of their time together as possible.

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