#wc : 957

[boba-at-323]

[10:34 PM] note : Fighting [verbal] , I swore 3 times.

“What happened to our ‘forever’, Sungchan?!” You yelled out, unable to control any more of the fury boiling up inside you. 

An hour had passed, but the argument continued to escalate showing no signs of stopping. 

It didn’t start as serious; when Sungchan invited you to hang out with him and his roommate Chenle, you were more than excited to finally spend time with your beloved boyfriend. The last thing you had in mind was to be standing in his bedroom with such a tense atmosphere. 

University had caught up to you and you needed a well-deserved break from everything that was happening, and Sungchan could say the same. Things might have been a little bit easier for the both of you if you had been going to the same universities, but you were attending a university which was hours away from his. In all honesty, Sungchan was trying his best to give you time by sending you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts every day or trying to call you whenever he got the time, but it just wasn’t the same as being physically together. Naturally, the frustrations had to manifest in some form. 

Sungchan had never been one of the people who got angry over a slight disagreement. He understood that everyone had their own opinions and he respected that, especially when it came to you. Even if you said the sky was green, he would laugh and completely agree. Alas, stress can take over the best of us. 

Poor Chenle was hiding in the living room. He could hear every word coming from the bedroom’s direction but he didn't want to come between the two of you. Of course, he wanted to stop you, but it was just too confusing for him. What would he even say? It’s not like either of you would listen to him and stop fighting. So, all that he could do for now, was to pray for the fuss to end. 

“Y/n, please stop being so impossible!” Sungchan sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Me?? I’m the one being impossible? Jung Sungchan, do you even hear yourself?” You asked him bitterly.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying my best to keep in touch with you. I’m trying my best to make up for the time we don’t get to spend together. I’m trying to make this relationship work, even though I barely have enough time to breathe. I’m trying to balance this relationship so it doesn’t end up going very wrong!” His words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about them.

“Oh, so is this relationship just a burden to you?” You could feel your heart throbbing in your head, your mouth going completely dry at the thought of where all of this was heading.

 “N-no, Y/n– that’s not what I meant–” His stomach did several flips when he heard what you said. 

He tried to step closer to you but you only inched back, tears threatening to spill out. 

“No Sungchan, I think you’re right–” You said in a hushed tone, as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I– I think we need a break.” 

The sentence which left your mouth shattered his heart into a million pieces as if someone had slammed a hammer against a mirror. And with the knowledge that you deeply loathed crying in front of people, he realised that he had fucked up. Badly. The silence that followed was deafening.

“Y-you don’t mean that, right?” His voice trembled, filled with disbelief. He did hope that you didn’t mean the sentence that was tormenting his ears. He could hear it repeating over and over in his head, each time breaking his heart even more.

You didn’t answer. Tears continued to trail their way down your face as you looked at him with guilt. Maybe you had gone overboard. Maybe this was just stupid. Maybe you didn’t have any reason to fight. Maybe… You were wrong. 

But before you could take your statement back, you heard Sungchan sniffle. 

Wait– Fuck, did I make Sungchan cry?

“I-I’m sorry Sungchan I didn’t–'' Yet, before you could finish your sentence, Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a much-needed hug. 

“P-Please don’t leave, “ he sobbed against your shoulder, “I d-don’t want to l-lose you.”

Guilt took over you. Of course, you had been frustrated, but you should’ve also thought about him. He was right, he had been trying. You were the one who had been lacking the effort.

“No-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn't have been so s-selfish. You had been trying. Oh my God, I’m so fucking stupid- I’m s-sorry.” 

All he did was tighten his hold around you to pull you closer than ever as if you’d leave the second he let go of you. 

Both of you felt extremely stupid, dragging out such a little thing and making it such a big mess. The tense air started to subside as you both stood there feeling each other’s touch, making up for the prior events. 

He finally let go after a while, still keeping you right in front of him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He took one of your hands in his, as the other reached out to wipe away the tear streaks on your face. 

“Let’s never do this again, babe. I don’t want to see you go. Ever.” he sniffled for the last time.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m never leaving your side.” You said bumping your nose against his, making him smile a little. 

Outside the bedroom door, stood a very relieved Chenle, plotting about when he would clown his best friend for crying over his girlfriend. 

Title : [10:34 PM] || Word count: 957 || Genre: Angst, but fluff in the end || Pairing: Sungchan x Fem!Reader [ft. Chenle] || Thank you @tyuniiz for beta reading this mess ily <3

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[cheoliehansolie]

Pickup Lines

Summary: You and Soonyoung go out together, but he seems to forget one very important detail.

wc: 957

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk shenanigans, and cringy pickup lines

an: As an apology for scrapping the Seungcheol fic, here's a cute, fluffy Soonyoung fic. As always, let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions for what you want me to write next, leave me an ask.

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“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” asks the man who takes the seat next to you on the outdoor couch.

You’re at a little gathering at Jihoon’s apartment and you needed a break from karaoke so you excused yourself from the living room and came outside for some fresh air. Little did you know that someone was watching you and decided to follow you outside.

“Really, Soonyoung? That’s the best pickup line that you’ve got?” you ask the man next to you as you turn to face him.

You see the pink flush to his skin and you already know he’s a little tipsy. When he opens his mouth to respond, you can smell the alcohol on his breath and your suspicion is confirmed.

“You didn’t like that one? That’s fine, I have more. Feel my shirt. Do you know what it’s made of?” he asks, looking at you expectantly.

You give in and touch the shirt you got him for his birthday.

“Hmm, from the feeling of it I would have to say cotton.” you say.

“No silly, it’s made of boyfriend material!” he says as he laughs at his own pickup line.

You can’t help but laugh with him. 

“Okay, that one was good.” you acknowledge.

“If you thought that one was good, wait til you hear this next one: It’s a good thing I have my library card, because I’m totally checking you out.” he says as he giggles.

“Do you seriously have your library card with you?” you ask him while laughing.

“I never go anywhere without it.” Soonyoung says as he fishes it out of his wallet to show you.

“Is that so you can go to the library whenever you want, or so that you can pull it out when you use this pickup line on someone?”

“The reason I have it doesn’t matter, you asked if I have it and I said yes.”

“Fair point.”

Unfazed by your conversation, Soonyoung says “I think there’s something wrong with my phone. Your number’s not in it.”

“Soonyoung, you have my number. You literally texted me to invite me here.” you counter. “So, is there a reason you’re using all these pickup lines on me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Do you like raisins?” he asks, content with answering your question with another question.

You give him a confused look but respond, “I thought you already know I don’t like them. I don’t see the point in dehydrating a grape. Grapes are perfectly fine the way they are.”

Ignoring your little tangent, Soonyoung asks “How do you feel about a date?”

You stare at him blankly and say, "Soonyoung, I don’t understand why you keep doing this. I thought we went over our relationship already.”

“We did, but I thought you might change your mind.” Soonyoung pouts.

You're struck with a sudden realization. He doesn't remember.

“Soonyoung, look at me.” you say as you lift his chin and ensure he’s making eye contact.

“What?” he says, his eyes a little hazy from the alcohol and his cheeks squished together like a fish.

It takes everything in you to not lean in and kiss his lips, but you need to make sure you get through to him first.

“Are you paying attention?” you ask him.

He nods in confirmation.

“You don’t need to use these pickup lines on me. We’ve been dating for the past two weeks, remember? You asked me out and we went to an arcade where you won me a tiger plushie?” you ask, hoping to jog his memory.

You see the gears turning in his head, and finally after a few seconds his eyes light up and he smiles so bright it could be blinding.

“Y/N!!!” he squeals. “You’re my girlfriend!” 

“Yeah, I am.” you say while you’re laughing at how adorable he is.

“We’ve been dating for two weeks!” he says as he leans in to pepper your face with kisses.

In your fit of giggles, you both don’t hear the glass door slide open. You only realize that the two of you aren’t alone when Jun clears his throat.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asks from the doorway.

“JUN! Did you know that y/n’s my girlfriend?” Soonyoung asks him excitedly.

“Yeah, you guys told us when we all got here tonight.” Jun says, giving you a ‘wtf is wrong with him’ look.

“You got Soonie so drunk that he literally forgot we were dating. He came out here and started hitting on me.” you explain to him.

“Hey, that’s not my fault, Jeonghan was the one filling everyone’s drink constantly. He also made Soonyoung take way too many shots.” Jun says defensively.

“Fair point. All roads lead back to Jeonghan.” you say.

“Junnnnn, what do you want? Why’re you here?” Soonyoung asks.

“Okay, I’m going to pretend I’m not hurt that you don’t want to see me right now.” Jun says, wiping a fake tear from his eyes. 

“Everyone was wondering where you two went. Seungkwan wanted to do a duet with you.” Jun explains to Soonyoung.

Soonyoung visibly perks at the idea of going back inside to the party and he says, “Let’s go, let’s go!” while he practically drags you back inside.

“Okay, I’m coming!” you exclaim, rushing to keep up with his longer strides.

“He’s gonna crash before the song ends, isn’t he?” Jun asks you as Soonyoung lets go of your hand and rushes into the living room to grab the other mic from Seokmin.

“Definitely.” you say.

 “You have your work cut out for you tonight.” Jun says as you fondly watch him bounce around while singing. 

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” you say.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #svt x reader #hoshi #soonyoung #kwon soonyoung #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung fluff

[gloomwitchwrites]

Task Force 141 Imagines & What If...Series

Prompt: Kitchen Quickies

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Tries to keep his cool as you get on your knees.

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John "Soap" MacTavish [wc: 652] **

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You're being a tease, and Simon bends you over the kitchen table.

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[smartycvnt]

The Look

Title: The Look

Pairing: Meredith Grey x Reader

Prompt: 10. Somebody taking an off-guard picture of you staring at each other, completely in love.

R

WC: 957

Whenever Y/n had walked into the hospital, everybody was talking and whispering about something. She was pretty sure that nothing was going on that day out of the ordinary. There weren't supposed to be any new faces, which was usually the only time whenever the hospital staff got like that. Something had to have happened with people who already work there. Y/n had been trying hard to be above the gossip, so she refrained from asking around about what was going on. Instead, she focused on her research project that she was working on with Dr. Grey. If there was one place where the gossip was unlikely to spread, it was the lab where everybody was focused and on their absolute best behavior. They had another grant proposal coming up and wanted that money to finish their project.

"Oh my god, they are so doing the thing," Amelia muttered. Y/n glanced over to where Amelia and a few of the other doctors on the project were looking over test results. Y/n's job was essentially to run the equipment and administer the tests. She didn't understand what everything on those result papers meant, but nobody else could really use the machine like she could. It balanced things out. Y/n was finally a valued member of a team instead of the doctor that they sent to do the easy work because of her specialty. It wasn't useful in most scenarios, but medical school had never really been Y/n's plan. She had always been a mechanics and engineering person.

"That look is so cute," one of the interns muttered. Amelia nodded in agreement, and Y/n tried to ignore them. Meredith was doing a much better job than Y/n was. Meredith wanted to know how to use the machine, so she spent most of her time in the lab leaning over Y/n's shoulder watching her work. Y/n liked the proximity of Meredith to her. There was something about Meredith that made Y/n feel calm. Y/n felt like she did her best work underneath Dr. Grey's watchful eye.

"They're chatty today," Meredith whispered as she pointed to the files that she wanted Y/n to open up for her. Y/n let Meredith look over the older results to compare them to the newer ones. There had been vast improvement with quite a few of the patients, something that made Y/n so proud of herself and everybody they worked with. They were on the verge of figuring out how to improve people's lives for the better. Deterioration of the mind would no longer be the horrid thing that it was for so many people in the world anymore.

"Everybody has been chatty, since I walked this morning. I wonder what's going on?"

"The pictures from the promotional shoots that Bailey and Webber decided to do arrived. I'm surprised nobody talked to you about it, apparently you're the most photogenic person here," Meredith said with a small smile. Y/n let out a little huff of air. She wanted to be better than to need to look at the stupid pictures, but now she was curious. Y/n glanced up at Meredith with her best puppy dog eyes and pout before she even started to ask Meredith if she could go to the website to look at the pictures. "Go ahead, I know there's some of me in there too. I need to make sure that I look good."

Y/n pulled up the hospital's website and looked at the new image gallery that had been added. All of the pictures looked good, and were mostly generic shots of things going on at the hospital. It wasn't until Y/n stumbled upon a picture of her staring at Meredith with the biggest set of heart eyes she had ever seen that she realized what all the gossip was about. Everybody had seen the way that Y/n looked at Meredith, her secret was out. She was about to become the laughing stock of the whole hospital because she had a big, stupid crush on Meredith Grey.

"I love this picture of you. You look so focused and passionate. I wish that everybody felt this way about the things they were working on. The world would be a much better place," Meredith said. She glanced down at Y/n and smiled, which did help to relax Y/n a little. "Do you remember what you were doing?"

"You were trying to explain to me what the first bunch of results meant. If I'm being honest, I don't think I was paying attention to a word that you said," Y/n admitted. Meredith blushed as she scrolled to the next picture. They were pretty run of the mill, until they got to a picture that had been taken in the lab while Meredith was watching over Y/n at the computer. Y/n looked a little wild as she explained what she was doing with the next set of tests, but it was Meredith that Y/n couldn't stop staring at. In that picture, Meredith was looking at Y/n just like Y/n had been looking at her earlier. "Do you spend all day staring at me back there?"

"Not all day, but I will admit that sometimes my eyes drift a little," Meredith said. Y/n's boldness ended there, but Meredith's had just begun to pick up. "I'd love to look at you some time outside of this room. This angle is nice and all, but I think you'd better sitting across from me at a candlelight dinner."

"Dr. Grey, you sure do know how to make a woman swoon."

#my writing #meredith grey #meredith grey x reader #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy #one shot

[novulen]

Wc: 957

Shameless, wanton moans spill from your lips in a breathy symphony, your body shivering as the cold morning air hits your bare skin. Pleasure thrums through your veins with each slow, sensual thrust, Nanami's thick cock kissing the deepest parts secured within you—spots you didn't realize were possible to reach.

The man watches through lidded eyes as your face contorts in bliss, a pleasure-stricken expression taking on your features. "That's it, love." He sighs contently, coaxing another delicious string of mewls from you, rutting his hips into you faster now. Your walls clamp around his shaft at the praise, pussy sucking his length in as if you had wanted to milk him dry.

"Mm? You like that?" He smiles softly, pressing his lips to yours in a quick yet searing kiss, one that leaves your lips burning for more.

Overtaken by the desire, you grasp his broad shoulder and pull him back down to your level, tender lips caressing his earlobe. "Need more, please." You plead, tears brimming your waterline as the feel of him repeatedly hitting that shriek-evoking spot overtakes your body.

Nanami darkly chuckles, strained and husky, slightly taken aback by your neediness, although basking in his pride knowing that he's the only one to see you in such a way.  "Is that so? Tell what you need exactly."

He teases, grinning when you whine in response.

"W-want you to go faster," you sob, holding him down as you begin littering kisses upon his neck, breath hot against his undulating pulse-point.

"And rougher."

Nanami's eyes go wide once he eventually pieces together your request, heart palpitating in his chest and thrusts halting abruptly.

He flashes you a perplexed expression.

Why would his delicate little wife request such of him?

Begging him to be rough with her?

He had always regarded you as his most precious property, which is why he consistently handled you with the utmost care and devotion, never stepping outside his comfort zone with you. He applied that especially during sex, where he'd always ask and make sure you were well.

Meaning this? This was a significant step forward for him.

"Come again, love?" He quirks an eyebrow, gazing into your eyes to look for any signs of uncertainty or banter.

"I want you to be rougher with me—take your stress out on me." You gaze back at him, ensuring that your gaze is serious and unfaltering.

"You've been stressed, haven't you? Take that all out on me." You prod, serious as ever. Nanami chuckles once more, nodding at your words.

Anticipation bubbles in your stomach as his large hands grasp at the meat of your thighs, bringing your legs to your chest—bending you in an unhinged almost impossible position. You hiss at the burn of your limbs, a thin teardrop rolling down your cheek and not so soon after, it's wiped away by Nanami's calloused thumb. "Crying already?" He taunts, and you shake your head no, stifling your quiet cries.

He begins to move, albeit slowly, seeing how you react. But once he sees how fucked out you look—the flush of your face and the rolling of your eyes—his morality in its whole is abandoned.

The rutting of his hips begin to accelerate, and wilder, harsher thrusts accompany his grunts. The head of his cock prods at your sweet spot, and for a brief moment, stars are scattered across the ceiling, and everything is obscured by a hazy mist. 

His eyes fall to the lewd bouncing of your tits, synced with his merciless thrusts, then to the way your taunt cunt wraps around him—as if you were made for each other.

"Kento—mhmm." You moan, glossy lips left agape as he thrusts thrusts thrusts, each motion followed by a sharp slap piercing through the room.

"Yo-you feel.." your words slur, a mewl ripping from your throat as he hits a particularly pleasurable spot.

"I feel what?" He beckons you to finish your sentence, staring down at you expectantly.

"—so good."  You murmur.

Satisfied with your answer, he resumes his ministrations, pairing the pounding of his cock with quick and lazy circles to your clit, overstimulating you till you're screaming and spasming around him.

Nanami grunts, grip on your thighs tightening tenfold as he feels himself near his high, head dropping to the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers.

With one twitch, you can tell he's close, and you're not far behind—that familiar tingle blooming in your lower stomach. Each rut into you unwinds the knot in your stomach, taking it apart piece by piece.

Not long after, you’re shrieking his name along with incoherent babbles and cries, whispers of his name and a series of ‘please’s reverberated throughout the room.

You come undone first—orgasming on his pulsating cock with a breathy moan, eyes rolling back as your body begins to quiver. “Kento!”

“Shh, love, I’m close behind you.” He exhales, releasing his grip on one of your legs to grasp the headboard, giving you three final sloppy thrusts before he paints your walls white with his seed.

Nanami places his damp forehead to yours and closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your warmth surrounding him before he pulls out, both of you panting messes after your highs. He places his lips on yours in a passionate, delicate kiss, almost as if he’s apologizing for how rough he was, even though you were the one that proposed the idea.

He eventually pulls out, shifting off to the side, holding you in his arms silently and burying his nose in your hair.

You slowly fall off to sleep in his embrace, relieved that his stress was no longer a burden.

AN: this was kinda rushed but i luv him sm 🫶

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #jjk kento #kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #fanfic #jjk smut #gojo smut #drabble

[2018-01-20]

SQUIRREL FIASCO !

sypnosis. your secret boyfriend is not so secretly afraid of squirrels.

pairing. suna rintarō × gn!reader

sticky-note. tooth-rotting fluff + secret dating wc. 957

“wait, really? the suna rintarō is scared of squirrels?”

“keep it down,” he quietly hisses into your ear, making you snicker in amusement at the six-foot-one male hiding behind of you. “the miya twins are right there.”

before you can even open your mouth to start teasing, the hands that currently occupy the space of your shoulders abruptly pull you into his chest—steering you away from the small cliff’s edge and forcing you to step back. tilting your head down before suna can try to distract you, you spot the absolute tiniest squirrel a whole foot away from the both of your figures, and the middle blocker grumbles under his breath in what you assume is pure disgust.

“there’s nothing good about them,” he huffs out, irked, still using you as a shield when another squirrel speedily climbs up and walks closer to him. you smile at the sight. “plus.”

“mm. plus...?”

“plus, they’re pretty fucking ugly.”

“you’re too mean,” you laugh and shake your head, giggles bubbling out of you at seeing such a hilariously cute side of suna. since day one of dating, he’s shown absolutely no sign of any fears or deep disgusts—and now? you’re totally basking into the feeling. “why do you hate them so much?”

“what are you talking about?” the judgemental tone of his voice sounds just like a baby whining and complaining. “what is there even to like about them?”

“you can feed them goldfish crackers, and that’s pretty cute. don’t you think so, rin-rin?”

it’s so hard to not giggle again when suna only childishly ‘hmphs!’ in response. his cheeks are quick to warm up after hearing you casually speak his embarrassing—yet secretly favorite—nickname out loud, and he steps back to lead you towards the inarizaki bus and as far away as he can from the tourist spot.

when osamu suddenly calls out a, “you guys heading back in already?” suna visibly freezes, and you are quick to put on a smile. as much as you want to tease your boyfriend, you play pretend: because you really do not want to see the miya twins finding out about suna’s relationship with the squirrels.

—or with you.

“sorry, suna’s feeling a bit sick!” you reply, a hand cupped around your mouth. “i’m gonna get medicine from my bag!”

“feel better soon!” atsumu yells back with a grin and a wave. “it would be bad if our precious little number ten couldn’t play!”

you smile genuinely at his words, climbing onto the bus with suna glaring daggers from behind of you. you already know what he’s going to say before he even says it.

“...seriously? me, feeling sick?”

“it makes sense that the manager has medicine,” you retort, immaturely sticking your tongue out at him. “happy? there’s no way a squirrel can get into here.”

“very.” he groans, sliding into a booth and taking a seat without a moment to waste. you yelp in surprise when he shamelessly pulls you onto his lap, arms sneakily slipping around your waist to bring you closer to better feel your warmth.

“r-rin!” blood rushes to your face with embarrassingly record speed as you quickly steady yourself with a hand to his chest. the things he does to you and your poor, racing heart. you quietly hiss, “what if they see us through the window?”

suna cheekily smirks against you when he buries his face into your shoulder, his adorably unkempt hair tickling your skin. you resist the urge to slip your fingers through the dark strands to mess it up even more. “nah, they won’t. they’re all too focused on the squirrels.”

“uh-huh. and now, you are getting your revenge for me making fun of you. real discreet.”

“you deserve it.” he sits up, sticking his tongue out at you too in return and immediately earning a flick to the forehead. you loop your arms around his neck to pull him back in; the both of you giggling in between words. “squirrels aren’t even scary, you just thought that i was scared.”

“oh, is that so?” suna starts pressing distracting kisses all over your face, making it harder for you to continue as you laugh even more. “will... will you still tell me why you h-hid behind me then? i swear to god, stop it!”

he pouts with a pretend frown. “is it such a crime that i got bit by one as a kid?”

“...wait.” you sport an ominous smile. “really...? for— for real?”

his eyes narrow when he notices you trying to bite back a laugh. “don’t grin like that. i just used to feed a squirrel outside of my house everyday—and then when i stopped once, it bit me.”

automatically, you give up trying to hold in your laughter as an endless amount of giggles suddenly erupt from your chest. just visualizing it makes you clutch at your heart at how hilarious the situation looks in your mind. “a-actually? wait, that is too funny—”

“sto-op,” he pinches and stretches out your cheek, continuing to fake pout as you tilt your body back and laugh to your heart’s content. “there, i told you. now stop giggling.”

“fine, f-fine.” sighing with one last laugh, you move to sit next to him instead, a small smile on his face that matches your wide one. “hopefully that squirrel never bites you again.”

“yeah.” suna’s voice suddenly shifts into a whisper, holding your hand in his and expertly hiding them in his jacket pocket. you feel your ears starting to warm and your heart beating dramatically faster as he keeps good, steady eye contact—the members of his team starting to get onto the bus with a loud chatter.

“i hope so too.”

#based on true events LMAOOOO #suna x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bye i love him #usually i see him as more teasing but i made him get teased here hehe #also let’s count how many times i use a ‘—’ #and an italic #AND commas #cries #୨୧ — 📖 : boo’s novelties !

[slytherinshua]

OKAY OKAY

I’ve been thinking about comfort fics for a while but everyone else writes for the characters comforting reader, so I was thinking maybe you could write for reader coming home from work and comforting a stressed out wonnie

He’s like stressed because he thinks he’s too young to be a leader and he thinks the other members want a different leader or something like that 🫶

Insecurities

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: hurt/comfort. fluff. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: mention of crying, hate comments, and jungwon's just sad in this tbh 😭 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: jungwon x reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 957. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: i loved this idea sm angieee, hope you enjoy!! 💖

Your day at work had been soulsuckingly exhausting, and all you wanted now was to cuddle with your boyfriend and get some good sleep. You hadn’t even been able to text him throughout the day because of just how busy you had been.

And once you finally got off of work, you were too tired to bother, just focusing on catching the correct bus to take you home as soon as possible.

You opened the apartment door, shrugging off your bag in the hallway, not caring to put it in the correct place for now. You took off your shoes as well and threw your coat on the chair, sighing and running a hand through your hair. 

Now to find where your beloved boyfriend was. You doubt he was sleeping already, but it wasn’t impossible. It all depended on how exhausting his own day was.

You opened the door to your bedroom slowly, finding him sitting on the bed, blanket over him already and scrolling through his phone. You smiled at first, not noticing that anything was wrong, until you looked a little closer.

His eyes were puffy and slightly red, and there were clear tear stains on his cheeks. He looked up when he heard the door open, smiling when he saw you were back. He patted the spot on the bed next to him, silently asking for you to join him, as if nothing was wrong.

You walked to the bed, sitting down beside him and snuggling into his chest. You waited for a bit before bringing up the elephant in the room, just enjoying the hug for a few minutes in silence.

“Did something happen, baby? Don’t think I didn’t pick up that you were crying.” You said softly, looking up to him with tired but loving eyes.

He gulped, wondering if he should lie and say it was nothing. But you would understand how he felt, right? 

“I just saw this post… and I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help but think that they’re right.” He said, and you could already see the tears forming in his eyes again.

“What post?” You sat up, ruining the hug but determined to shut down Jungwon’s negative thoughts. 

He handed you his phone, the lengthy hate post clearly the culprit here. You skimmed through it, scoffing at each paragraph and your anger rising at the sight of the hurtful words. 

“Jungwon doesn’t bring anything to the team”, “He’s too young to be an actual leader anyway”, “They should’ve made Heeseung or Jay the leader instead of him”. The post went on with similar statements, and you knew each hateful word pierced Jungwon’s heart.

You turned Jungwon’s phone off, setting it far away from him, before turning back to him and hugging him again, this time much tighter. 

“Do you think you’re a bad leader… because of what the post said?” You asked, your hand gently combing through his hair. He nodded, looking down and resting his head on your shoulder.

“But, the post was stupid.” You said simply. “They didn’t have any good reason - it was mostly based on you being young. Which is true, you are young, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less capable.”

You grabbed his hand, “Who cares if you’re one of the maknaes in the team? Trust me, you are the perfect leader for Enhypen, and you do it so well.” You said, the words of reassurance flowing out of your mouth as a natural response. You needed to drive your point home that Jungwon had no reason to feel insecure about this.

“Ask any of your hyungs, or Niki, or Engenes, or me… we all love and appreciate you as the leader. Heck, you placed 1st in I-Land for a reason.”

“Listen,” You cupped his cheek and turned his face towards yours. His eyes were big and watery, but you saw that he was hearing every word you were saying and believing them.

“I love you so much. You impress me every single day. You’re mature, and smart, and talented. And it’s not fair that you have to deal with this kind of hate. But if you’re ever feeling sad… just know that I’m here for you. You can always come to me when you don’t feel good.” You said softly, staring into his eyes, making sure he knew you meant every word you said.

He stayed quiet still and you pouted, “Where’s my happy, smiley boyfriend? I want him back.” You prodded, smiling and trying to make the mood a bit happier.

Still nothing.

“You won’t even smile?” You asked. He shook his head slightly. “Not even a little smile?” He stayed still, acting like a little kitten and just snuggling closer to you without staying a word.

You reached for his chin, tilting it up and pressing a kiss to his lips, “What about now? No?” You kissed him again.

“What about now?” You saw his lips start to curve up subtly and you smiled, pressing another kiss to them.

3rd time’s the charm, as you were rewarded with his cute smile finally.

“There it is. And my dimples too.” You said fondly, pointing out his dimples that appeared with his smile. 

You let him rest his head back on your shoulder, urging him to fall asleep since he was tired. You played with his hair softly, and your presence alone was enough to make him feel a million times better.

He was just about to drift off to sleep, his eyes closed and a small smile still on his face, “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

He soon fell asleep, and you followed not long after, still curled up together under the blankets.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 12: Hate/Angry Sex 🎃

Angelo Parker x f/Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Anonymous never got back to me, so it is Angelo Parker x female

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Swearing. Unprotected sex. Oral ( m & f receiving) use of the word bitch.

Gifs do not belong to me. Gif @junglehooks

WC:957

Jeff - Angelo Parker

ami - friend (french)

"Lord, you are beyond infuriating." I said to her, trying to keep my cool, and what did she do? Just stand there with her arms across her chest, smirking at me.

"I am infuriating? Have you ever looked in a mirror?" Was her response.

"What the hell do you even want anyways?" I finally asked her. She came up to me, and she opened her big, fat mouth, and the first thing she did was insult the way I was dressed.

"Your ami is looking for you." I felt my cock twitch slightly at her speaking that one simple French word at me.

"And he couldn't come and get me himself? He had to send you?" I scoffed, not believing her.

"Look, I did my job and fucking told you. Now go and find Matt and talk to him." She turned on her heel and stomped away, me watching her ass the whole entire time.

'If she wasn't so damn annoying, she would be hot.' I thought to myself, as I went off to find Matt.

◆

I found myself alone with her once more, but this time, we were in the washroom. Her in a corner and me trying to get my phone back from her.

"Give me my phone." I snarled.

"Okay." She said as she went to hand me my phone, but she turned it around and pointed it at my face, unlocking it, running to the nearest stall. "Don't you dare go through it." I slammed my palm against the door.

"Hmm, lots of interesting things in here. Oh, here is a conversation about me." I started to panic. "Give me my phone, now! I am sick of these childish games." I heard the lock before she swung open the door. It just missed me as I took a step back.

"Hmm, she is annoying. She needs to get laid. Vagina is probably made of ice. Needs a cock shoved down her throat to make her shut up."

Silence. I didn't know how she would take any of this. I mean, it is all true, but she wasn't supposed to see those.

"If I need a dick so bad, why haven't you offered?"

"What?" I was my intelligent response.

"Come on now, Jeff, you're the one saying this stuff. Fuck me and see if I am really made of ice."

"I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole." Her next move had my eyes bugging out of my head and almost choking on my tongue.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She kneeled on the dirty bathroom floor, looking up at me, looking exactly the same as she does in my fantasies.

"Well, you say I have to shut up with a cock shoved down my throat, so why not now." Her hands were rubbing my thighs up and down, and I could feel myself hardening at her simple touch.

"Fuck me Jeff. Don't hold back." She said as she un-did my pants and pulled my cock out.

This was it.

If I do this now, I can't go back, but before I knew it, my hands were gripping the back of her head, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, muttering under my breath.

"Take it bitch."

"Only place you belong."

"Gonna make you shut up every day."

"Yes, gag around my cock."

I wanted nothing more than to cum down her throat, but if we were gonna do this, then so help me, I am gonna fuck her.

"Stand up, lean against the counter, and do not move." I demanded as I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let go of her head. She did as I asked, surprisingly.

I flipped up the skirt she was wearing and ripped into her fishnet stockings, not surprised at all that she isn’t wearing any underwear."

She was dripping, and I needed a taste. I spread her ass cheeks apart and did one long lick up her pussy, making her squeal. I ate her out until I knew she was beyond ready for me. I stood up and rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy.

The two of us made eye contact in the mirror, and I slammed into her pussy, making her scream my name.

I didn't give her time to adjust as I thrust into her. Fucking her with everything I had, not knowing if this was the only time we would be doing this.

"Fuck I was wrong." I growled out, making her pussy squeeze me even tighter if that was possible. She has collapsed onto the countertop, trying to hang on with how hard I was fucking her, but I pulled her back by her shoulders roughly.

I gripped her chin with one hand and forced her to look in the mirror.

"Who is fucking you?"

"You."

"That wasn't my question. Now, who is fucking you?"

"Jeffrey Parker."

"That's right."

I shoved two fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them, but never once breaking eye contact in the mirror.

I took the fingers out of her mouth and started to rub her clit, wanting her to cum all over my cock. I needed her to remember this. Who has fucking ruined her.

It didn't take long for her to shout my name as she came, her pussy spasming around my cock. Trying to make me follow behind her.

A few more thrusts and I pulled out of her quickly, jerking my cock off as I came all over her ass and lower back with a groan.

"Still hate you, Parker." I heard.

"Then, it looks like I have to gotten through to you. Meet me at my hotel room, 10 tonight."

Day 11: Erotic Photos - Darius Martin ● Day 13: Dry Humping- Charlie Dempsey

Tag list: @lghockey @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla

#Kinktober 2023 #aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #angelo parker imagine #angelo parker smut #angelo parker fic #angelo parker fanfic #Angelo parker x f/Reader #Angelo parker x reader #Angelo parker x female reader #angelo parker #wrestler #wrestler smut #wrestler x reader

[cutedice]

Happy Family

Ship: Ace x (Pregnant)GN!Reader WC: 957 Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of symptoms Placement: Modern AU Synopsis: Ace is nervous as to why you planned a fancy day, and then he decides to tell everyone about it.

Ace smiled at you. He had a certain undertone to it though, suspicious gazes glancing towards the bag by your chair.

You invited him out, you usually had dates throughout the week, but there was a planned feeling to this one. That was unordinary. You two, especially him, weren't spontaneous at best and date nights were full of indecisive decisions and last minute plans.

He had an enjoyment for the freedom of it all; that was why he liked you to begin with.

But now he was anxious. This was organized, precise. You had made reservations at this nice restaurant in town, you looked excited but just as nervous.

He was nervous.

He snapped out of his mind when he heard him name, and he looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just confused… is today special?"

You gave him a funny look before telling him it wasn't special yet, but you were hoping it would be.

That helped him relax. "I'm sure it'll be special. You make everyday a little special," he said, reaching out and gently taking your hands in his. "You're the greatest."

You smiled and told him you could tell he was still nervous.

In reply, he gently squeezed your hands. "I'm… a little nervous," he admitted. "What're you doin' all this for?"

He watched as you removed your hands and then reached down for the bag. After a small hesitation, you grabbed it and then held it over to him.

He was happy he wasn't the only one who was nervous. He took it, glancing at it before he looked at you again. "This is for me?"

He waited for you to nod before he carefully opened it and reached in. He pulled out a few things after that. One was a small envelope and the other one was a very small cowboy hat and boots. He snorted before looking at you. "Are we getting a pet?" he guessed.

He looked very confused to be told no.

And then he looked at them again. Then he eyed the envelope and his eyes widened slightly. "No…" he breathed, his hands growing shaky as he slowly opened it. Inside was some film. He pulled it out, tears brimming in his eyes.

He looked at you.

You explained that you knew the whole thing was cheesy, but you wanted to tell him in a fun way. Especially since you two had been trying for months to have a kid.

He looked to the film again, studying the ultrasound. "(Y/N)," he sounded so emotional just saying your name. "I can't believe it," he looked at you again and a wide smile cracked across his face. "I'm gonna be a dad!" he couldn't help himself, he slid out of his chair and went to you, hugging you tight and peppering kisses over your face. "We're gonna be parents!"

He laughed and then he drifted off, snoring.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead. You were happy he was so excited.

–

You both had decided to not keep it a secret from everyone else, being very upfront and open the next time you both had a chance to see everyone.

That day ended up being right before a camping trip Luffy was planning. Ace and you were both planning on attending, but by now you were experiencing symptoms and would rather tell everyone before rather than during and have a panic.

Sabo sat by you both, eying the trashcan you kept in front of you. "You feeling alright, (Y/N)?" he asked. "If you're sick you don't have to come. Ace can stay too," he pointed out.

"Are you sick?" Chopper asked, looking concerned. Luffy babysat him on the weekends, which is why he was coming along. His mom had given the okay without too much of a fight, Chopper was pretty gifted medically and he knew how to handle things.

Which is why you also didn't want to keep it a secret during the trip. You knew for sure that he'd figure you out one way or another.

"They're not sick," Ace answered. "Well, not… all the time. Are you sick right now?" he asked, looking at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, before reassuring everyone that you were fine. You patted your belly then and looked at Ace. You gave him a nod, the go ahead.

"Actually guys," he said, slowly and taking one last glance at you to make sure it was okay. Then, he looked out to everyone else. "Me and (Y/N) are gonna be parents!" He sounded just as excited saying I now as he did when you first told him.

The room exploded into reactions almost immediately. Sabo almost fell trying to get up to just look at you two. No one could believe it, but in a good way.

"We told the old man and Dadan already too," Ace said, "plus my whole office knows. Took everything in my power to stop Pops from throwing a huge party."

"So we were the last people to know?" Luffy asked in betrayal. "I thought I was the favorite! I better be the favorite uncle," he huffed, crossing his arms.

Sabo had a few things to say to that statement, the two ready to fight with each other.

You expected that much. Nami and Robin offered to take you shopping for baby clothes and Franky offered to help build a nursery in the house.

You were happy.

You squeezed Ace's hand, and looked at him in the midst of the chaos.

You told him the baby was going to have the best family in the world.

He looked at you with a fond smile. "I know."

#Ace #one piece ace #ace one piece #ace x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece #might make a prequal type beat tha features a Convo between the reader and him about planning for a family #might make it hurt ckmfort type beat but itll end nice #key word is might

[hybeboyenthusisast]

herro, are your requests open for the baby series as well? id really like to see a short drabble w jungkook and his s/o getting the call that they've been chosen to be the adoptive parents of a baby

hi lovey! requests are absolutely open for the baby series! sorry it took me a lil bit to get this done for you, but im glad that today was the day i could get around to doing this for you! Honestly I don't think this is my best work as I don't know much about how adoption works, but I tried!

Happy birthday Jungkookieeee~

♕ ♕ ♕

When He Gets The Call From The Adoption Agency

-- Jungkook

wc: 957

warnings: fluffiest fluffy fluff and jungkook being the most excited man fffff i love him

It was just a normal day for you and Jungkook, a beautiful Friday evening after work, the two of you working together to cook dinner. It was your favorite Friday night tradition with Jungkook, cooking dinner together. Cooking wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was always fun with Jungkook.

After a long and tiring day of work, you had come home to Jungkook whining about being hungry and wanting to cook already. He happened to get home earlier than you that day, and he had been resisting the urge to snack on anything while you weren't there to stop him.

Ever since the pair of you applied for adoption two years ago, Jungkook was always looking for ways he could prepare himself for being a father. Since the only way the two of you wanted children was through adoption, neither of you had to worry about pregnancy and everything that would come with it, but Jungkook would still read pregnancy books. He claimed it was because if you were chosen to be parents, he wanted to support the mother through however long was left of her pregnancy.

While other couples would have 9 months to prepare for the transition to parenthood, you had no idea when you would get a phone call saying there was a baby for you. If you weren't going to have 9 months to prepare, you were going to spend as much time as was given to you, to prepare. While waiting for that call, two years had gone by and the two of you were far more prepared to become parents than most parents were.

You had taken parenting classes together, researched effective parenting techniques, read parenting books, and you had even joined a parenting group on Facebook. Sure, you weren't parents yet, but communicating with those who were already parents was very informative. You and Jungkook were so ready to become parents, and you had begun to consider fostering children with the hope to adopt them.

In fact, it was in the middle of cooking dinner that night that the two of you agreed to get started on the process to become foster parents. Jungkook had argued that while it wouldn't be a baby, you would be giving a kid a shot at a much better life. Maybe it was his shiny doe eyes and his bunny smile that convinced you, but his argument really sealed the deal.

But, just as you had agreed to add on a different route of having kids, the phone rang. Not knowing this phone call would change your lives, you had answered the phone normally, greeting the other person on the line.

"Babe, I can't find the scallions, are you sure you bought them?" Jungkook called from the kitchen, confusion evident in his voice. You rolled your eyes; the man was blind. You returned to the kitchen, asking the person on the phone line to hold for a moment, and you handed the phone to Jungkook so you could grab the scallions and chop them up. "Hello, sorry about that. What can I do for you?"

You were washing the scallions under the sink, paying no mind to the phone call that you couldn't hear over the sound of the water. You were simply going through the motions of washing, drying, and chopping the scallions, going about the continuation of cooking dinner.

Meanwhile, Jungkook could have peed from how excited he was as he spoke on the phone. "She chose us? You're serious?"

"Normally the mothers like to meet with the couples they are considering before deciding, but she says that she knows you two are the perfect couple for raising this baby. You'll still meet with her, of course, but yes. You and your partner were chosen to be parents." The employee on the other end was happy to deliver the news, especially when Jungkook began yelling in happiness.

"Babe! We finally got the call!" Jungkook wasn't even that far from you, but he was still yelling as he saught your attention. He was grinning the widest you had ever seen him, bouncing on his feet as he excitedly told you the news. "We've been chosen to be parents! We're going to have a baby!"

"You're not joking, right?" You had completely stopped what you were doing, placing the knife on the counter as you turned to give Jungkook your full attention. "We're going to be parents?"

Jungkook winked at you as he returned to the phone call, sorting out all the details he needed to at the moment. Once the phone call was over, Jungkook ran over to you and hugged you. "The mother's name is Lia, and she wants to set up a meeting with us so she can meet the parents of her baby. She chose us, love, we're going to be parents."

"We're going to be parents!" You cheered as Jungkook lifted you up and spun the two of you around out of sheer joy. The moment you had been dreading would never happen, happened. You and Jungkook were going to be parents.

Finishing cooking dinner was difficult as the two of you kept bursting into tears, clinging onto each other and babbling about your baby. Every time tears left your eyes, Jungkook would lean over and press kisses all over your face, whispering to you how amazing a parent you were going to be. And you told him that the both of you were going to be amazing parents and that you would be amazing parents together. The finished dinner of that Friday evening was a little too salty, probably from all the tears, but it was the best dinner the two of you had ever cooked.

#bts drabble #bts #jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #hybeboyenthusiast #thebabyseries #request

[sanguine-arena]

enough. | misc drabbles #1

desc: A Valiant rookie bites off more than he can chew when he tries to stand up for his captain.

cw: blood/gore (mildly described), violence (mildly described)

wc: 957

tags: @thetruearchmagos @hottubraccoon @athenswrites @elijahrichardwrites

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"Please, please, don't- stop hurting me- I'm sorry--"

Thatcher rolled his eyes, chuckling at the crying, sniveling Valiant rookie that had curled himself into a ball on the ice by now. He was unphased by how much the younger man was obviously trembling at his feet and how much smaller he looked now. He mulled over the idea of stomping his blades into the other's throat, even momentarily teasing the blade gently along his skin, but ultimately holding back just to be able to toy with him even more.

"Aw." Thatcher said, his voice clearly dripping with venom and fake pity. "Is the kid too soft? Did he bite off more than he could chew? Huh?"

He watched the river of blood steadily flowing from the kid's nostrils, the bones of his nose smashed and contorted in a way they weren't ever meant to have been. Thatcher looked over his thin, fragile looking frame; he appeared to have bones so thin and breakable that they weren't unlike those of a bird. He stayed curled up on the ice, flinching and whimpering as Thatcher quickly snapped the blade end of his stick into the kid's already bruising ribs. He covered his head with his now bare hands, the skin now dyed purple, blue, and red with the bruises that were starting to appear. His gloves laid some twenty feet away, the kid having thrown them off to start the fight that began far away from where he laid the ice.

All started when Timur, his captain, was slow to get up after being plastered to the glass by Thatcher just moments before.

The captain soon brought himself to his feet, groaning softly in pain. He adjusted his helmet to properly sit on his head, trying to ignore how much his head was throbbing and how much his brain was trying to tear through his skull and then peel its way out of him.

"Hey!"

"Timur, no- stop!"

"Hey!"

"Stop, he'll hurt you too- please, no--"

Timur was currently not one to follow directions, even at the desperate urging of his teammate. The cocktail of knowing he was the catalyst for this shitshow and the delirious feeling starting to set into his consciousness wouldn't let him back down.

"Get off him!"

Thatcher gave an unimpressed snort, one that could barely have qualified as a scoff. He slowly skated away from the rookie's shaking body, standing nearly face to face with a clearly dazed Timur. Timur blinked several times, hard, and tried to lazer focus his gaze on Thatcher to thwart off the black colour he saw forming in the corners of his vision. He lazily put his hands into a slumped fighting stance, not knowing to be absolutely terrified when the much larger Thatcher squared up with him.

Timur didn't have to say a word, reeling his arm back as he began shuffling forward on his skates to smash his fist into Thatcher's jaw. He swung, and decidedly missed, nearly knocking himself over from how much force he'd put behind the punch.

Well, it was probably a good thing Timur wasn't exactly known for his fighting ability, even when he hadn't just been stapled into the wall a few minutes earlier. Maybe that would save him from criticism when he was asked about this later.

However, Thatcher took the opportunity to advance on him, snatching Timur by the visor of his helmet with lightning speed. He shook him by it hard a few times, watching as the other's eyes struggled to focus and his body struggled to keep himself balanced on his skates. As Timur finally started to straighten out, Thatcher pulled back, driving all of his force into the goal of throwing Timur face first back into the ice like he'd been not even ten minutes before.

Timur's skates slid out from under him, and he was slammed down by Thatcher with ease. His chin had been the first thing to drive down into the ice, and Timur instantly knew he was bleeding heavily from the gash that had opened up. The top of his helmet was the next to smash into the cold, hard surface, and Timur knew his head and neck were rattling hard upon impact. It didn't take long for the burning and tingling sensation to start setting in, and the fall took his breath away. He laid there a moment, his consciousness rapidly fading in and out and his body growing heavier with the increased labour of trying to keep his heart, his lungs, his limbs, and everything else under control.

"Are you done?" the washed out voice of Thatcher asked from right above Timur, and the man could barely make out his cold blue eyes staring down at him. "Have you gotten enough yet?"

Timur groaned in pain, weakly coughing and sputtering to try and control his breaths. The feeling of weight sitting and pressing down on his entire body grew stronger and stronger, and soon any control he had over his movements faded away. His eyes fluttered and soon shut completely, but his silence wasn't an answer Thatcher liked to hear. Thatcher kicked his skate into Timur's side, trying to jolt him awake enough to say something in response to his questions.

"I...I'm done."

Those two little words sent a shiver of pleasure down Thatcher's spine, making him shudder with the rush something like this gave him. He chuckled, shaking his head before skating away from the two bruised and bloodied Valiant skaters. He watched as the opposing team and the officials gathered around them. The Thunder's skaters all gave Thatcher pats on the back, hi fives, and fist bumps along with their uttered praises of what he'd done to their opponents.

#drabbles #writeblr #ch: thatcher l. #ch: timur k. #team: alekov valiant #team: kongsplass thunder #been a while since i wrote an actual piece ! #i hope you guys enjoyed :) i know its short lol

[asrmrxx]

Wait for your love.

synosis: After your boyfriend broke up with you, the first person you called to calm you down was Minnie, your best friend. But what will you do after you realize she was actually better for you this whole time?

trope: best friends to lovers

pairing: Minnie x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader crying, kissing

wc: 957

A/n: these days I'm getting so many ideas that I dont know which one should I write first. This one inspired me by Ariana's new album Eternal Sunshine with a nice bff to lovers with Minnie. Enjoyy ^^

[10.23pm]

It was a calm and peaceful night. Slight fresh breeze washing through the city’s streets. The moon shone higher and higher as most of the citizens were already ready to finish their day and go to sleep. Minnie just got back from work feeling exhausted.

The preparations for the group’s new comeback were going excellently, but she would lie if she said it wasn’t tiring. She walked up the stairs of her dorm until she got a bunch of loud notifications. She sighed and took her phone to check who was spamming her. A slight smile played at the corner of her lips after she saw it was from you, her crush.

From far as Minnie knew, she has always had a crush on you. Ever since she met you it’s like you brought colors in her world. She could really be her true self when she was with you and she loved you dearly for that. But she was too afraid of ruining your friendship if she ever confessed, she was your best friend, and she won’t let anyone change that.

Well, despite her fear of ruining the relationship you have, there was one more problem that was stopping her, your boyfriend.

Ever since you got in a relationship with him about 5 months ago, Minnie kind of distanced herself from you. Of course she was there and you two sometimes hung out but not as much as Minnie wanted. She was jealous of course but what could she do? She wanted you to be happy even if it means that you’re happy with someone else.

But as soon as she saw what made you text her a million messages her smile dropped from her face.

[10.45pm]

Soft tears escaped your eyes while you hugged Minnie, resting your forehead against her shoulder as she held your upper arms. “I hate him for doing this to me, Minnie. I knew this would happen. I knew he would eventually leave me.” Wiping your eyes you looked at your worried best friend.

Minnie’s heart sank at the thought of you suffering for someone who wasn't even good for you, but even if she hated him for breaking up with you(over literal text), she was still here, comforting you. She wiped the tear that slipped on your cheek and looked deep at you with her almond eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Y/n. He is a coward for breaking up with you and not even daring to face you. I’m so angry at him for making you feel like this, you deserve someone better.” She held your cheek as she calmed you down with her words.

You leaned into Minnie's embrace, seeking comfort in her warmth. She knew she couldn't erase the pain you were feeling, but she could damn well try to make you feel better. “I’m tired of waiting for the better. Maybe there’s no one better for me. Who would love someone so dumb and naive like me, Min?"

With low faith your words slipped out of your mouth. Minnie’s heart ached at your doubting words, she finally had enough. She held you tighter as you sank into her embrace. “Don’t say it like that. Don’t ever doubt your worth just because a fool of a man left you. He couldn’t see what was right in front of him—a beautiful soul, full of love, you deserve so much more than what he could give to you.”

After hearing those words, a spark of hope flickered in your heart. You held Minnie's arms as you let go of her embrace and moved to face her. Minnie’s words surely didn’t sound unmeaningful to you. "Minnie," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, "thank you. Thank you for being here for me, for believing in me when I couldn't believe in myself." in response, Minnie’s eyes softened at your thanks to her. “Always Y/n,” she smiled as she held your hand. “I’ll always be there for you.”

In that quiet moment, Minnie couldn’t control herself. She was briefly lost in your pretty eyes. It all happened in a second and she closed the gap between you and her, placing a heartfelt kiss on your lips. A gasp escaped your mouth as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock at the unexpected kiss. Minnie's own eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a delicate pink blush as she realized what she just did.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/n," Minnie stuttered out, her voice shaking in nervousness, her hand immediately pulling away from yours. "I didn't mean to–” But before she could finish her sentence, you reached out, gently cupping Minnie's cheek and kissing her back. Maybe, just maybe, this was something you wanted to do a couple of times already. As you held Minnie’s cheek, she gently brushed her hand over yours. You pulled back, looking at her confused eyes as you let out a slight chuckle. “It’s okay, Min. I know you did mean to do this.” You whispered as Minnie’s flushed cheeks got even redder.

“Y/n I…” Minnie started still looking at your eyes with a shocked look. “I want to be someone more than your best friend to you.” She whispered out as your eyes scanned her features. In response, you just smiled. “You were always someone more than my best friend Minnie, I was just so blind to see that.” You confessed pulling her into a big hug.

That night Minnie was happier than ever. She will surely prove to you that she is a better option for you, of course she will. She has always been the better one for you and she’s happy you finally realized that.

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[gloomwitchwrites]

I don’t know if this would count as one asks or two, but I’m just going to send to send it all at once, so I don’t forget anything. Pretty often when young children are in school they get these little worksheets to fill out that have some basic things on them to answer (What is your name, How old are you, etc). If one of the questions was What do your parents/guardians do, How would the Task Force try to explain, and react if their child said they wanted to be just like them when they grew up?

I combined it into one! I love this prompt. I actually started to try and write a drabble (even a double drabble) but I kept writing and writing. So now, they're going to be individualized stories. Couldn't help myself. Thank you for sending this in! I really enjoyed putting this together.

A/N: They are all girl dads in this one :)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley [ wc: 890 ]

Filling out a parent questionnaire leads to Simon having to answer a hard question.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick [ wc: 935 ]

An evening of peace is interrupted when Kyle has to delicately explain to his child what he does for a living.

John "Soap" Mactavish [ wc: 804 ]

Soap stumbles through an explanation when faced with a barrage of questions.

John Price [ wc: 957 ]

Checking through his daughter’s homework strikes up a difficult conversation.

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[chemococktailonthehouse]

Alone - Renfield

This is a fic I wrote back during my college’s production of Kate Hamill’s Dracula: A Feminist Revenge Fantasy(which you should totally go read btw). Anyway, this fic stars everyone’s favorite Renfield in a religious-esk fervor.

WC: 957

TW: SH, imprisonment, drugged, mental asylum, Renfield is in poor mental health(which is to be expected), no beta we die like men

Enjoy!

Reinfield stared hard at the writings on the wall. She picked at the skin on her leg, absentmindedly taking the fresh scab from under her nails and rolling it between her teeth. Why hadn’t her Father come? Maybe the lines weren’t straight enough? Pulling the blanket from her bed, she scrubbed the chalk from the walls and started again.

Our Father

Who art in Earth

Of Earth

And by Earth

Hallowed be thy -

Capitalize the T. A swipe of the blanket and she started again.

Our Father

And again.

Who art in Earth

And again.

Hallowed be Thy na-

The chalk snapped. She slowly ran her finger through the powder and rubbed it between her fingers. She swiped it across the wall:

-me.

With new vigor she began again, rubbing the chalk against the wall until the pads of her fingers were raw. She scratched at her leg again and was met with something sticky. The beginnings of a fresh scab. Dark, barely coagulated blood clumped around the site.

Of course! Daddy deserves better! Better than chalk!!

She clawed at the site and began marking that cursed plea. He’ll see. He’ll come. He HAS to come! First she traced over the chalk, the blood drying quickly. The prayer spread across the wall until the blood vessels constricted and the bleeding slowed to a trickle. She whined and rocked on her heels, rolling her tongue between her teeth. The taste of metal made her pause and she spit on the ground, a small red hue highlighting her saliva. She licked her teeth again, feeling the fresh wound in her mouth.

Suddenly, with great conviction, she bit into the flesh of her forearm. She hissed, and pushed on until that bitter, metallic tang pooled between her lips and ran down her chin. It dripped, dripped, dripped onto the ground before with a big sweep she smeared a giant O across the floor. She scrambled across the floor as she went. Bloody footprints began to stain her new-found writing ground. Shaking with adrenaline and excitement she panted that cursed prayer under her breath.

Certainly he will come! He’ll see I AM his most beloved child! He will bring me home! Take me from here!

She moaned and giggled and mewled as she stroked crimson streaks across her chamber. Sticky hands ran through tangled hair; over her eyes and across her cheeks and down her arms until she appeared covered in afterbirth. I am reborn. Freshly made new in His image. She kissed the ground and moved with religious fervor, shaking and dancing as the blood dried and flaked and cracked against her skin. Her muscles grew weak and tired and empty as she curled up in the corner, her head rested against the word Father written on the wall.

Certainly he will come. Make me new. Take me home.

….

“Renfield.”

She moaned and pressed herself farther up against the wall, “leave me for my Father.”

“Renfield.” There was a hand against her cheek, wiping just beneath her eye. She swatted the hand away and peered up at her harasser, “I said leave me for —.”

Her voice caught, “Father?”

“I’m here, Renfield.”

“Father!” She moved to leap toward him and he caught her shoulders, “Easy, easy, I’ve got you.” Gently he lifted her up and held her to his chest.

“I knew you’d come! They said I was foolish and naive but I knew you would come for me!”

“Shhhhhh,” he set her gently down on the bed. He took each wrist in hand and laid them down at her sides, “you must rest now.”

“But Father-“

“Shhhhhh. You need to lie still , Renfield.”

“Please don’t leave me here! Please Father!” A deep weight settled over her, tugging at her eyes and sitting on her chest, “please.”

“I’m sorry, Renfield.”

“But-“

“Sleep.”

…

The first thing Renfield became aware of was a thick wad of cloth in her mouth. She tongued it for a moment or two before reaching up to pull the damned thing from her mouth. The moment she lifted her arm it was pulled back toward the bed with a clang. She tried again.

No. No no no no no.

She writhed against the restraints and clawed and the bed and kicked and pulled and thrashed and shook and screamed and screamed and screamed. Not that anyone heard her. The cloth muffled her wails before they even had time to escape.

I’ve failed. I’ve failed. I’ve failed and now he’s never coming.

Renfield thrashed back and forth, shaking the bet with her fit before it finally fell on its side. She hung from the restraints, her head resting on the ground. The floor and walls, now clean and purified, stunk with disinfectant. They destroyed it. A tear, then two, rolled off the side of her face and dripped to the floor.

A door opened from somewhere behind her. “Oh, Renfield. I’m here,” Seward appeared from around the end of the bed. “Miller, help me lift her. We’ve got you, Renfield.”

They hoisted the bed back upright, taking Renfield along with it. Seward reached up and wiped the side of her face. He turned, nodded at Miller, and she scurried off.

Wait.

“You have to rest, Renfield, or you’ll reopen the wound,” he grabbed the blanket from the ground and laid it back over her.

No.

Miller returned, that venomous vial in hand. Renfield’s eyes darted from Seward to Miller to the vial and back. Seward took it from her and steadied Renfield’s arm, “easy, easy, I’ve got you.”

No no no no no. He was never here.

A quick pinch, a burn, and that weight began to descend again.

He’s forgotten me.

“I’m sorry, Renfield”

I. Am. Alone.

#Dracula #bram stoker #bram stoker’s Dracula #renfiled #Kate Hamill #Kate Hamill’s Dracula #Dracula: A feminist revenge fantasy #No beta we die like men #One shot

[patricelecointre]

Pour un séjour détente en LOIR & CHER !

A SARGE SUR BRAYE en LOIR & CHER, La Maison d'Hôtes de Charme "LES GANERIES vous accueille dans une longère en campagne, et vous invite au calme et repos, profité du jardin, des jeux, de la piscine. Vous serez hébergés dans des chambres confortables avec salles de bain et WC privé. A DECOUVRIR SANS ATTENDRE SUR http://www.trouverunechambredhote.com/fiche.php?aid=957

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Imagine going hard at it with Benkei and not only does he break your back, but the couch too 🙂

Mmkay, please excuse me as I go touch grass 🏃‍♀️

Sing with Me: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 957

tw: NSFW

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"Keizo..."

Benkei loves being soft with you.

Despite all of his accolades and all of his fighting prowess, Benkei has another side to him - a side that only you are privileged to see. A gentle kiss is placed on your temple as the giant formerly known as Redcliff slides his hands up your back, kneading the tense muscles there into submission.

"Feels alright?" Keizo whispers, kissing up your back as his fingers dip around your curves and pull your hips up to meet his behind you.

"Feels amazing..."

Mornings like these begin slowly, softly, like the dew on the grass in the wee hours of dawn. But depending on his mood (and - often - yours) it could remain that way, or turn into something more devious and back... breaking.

Keizo strips your underwear off with a few fingers, and you know he's not even looking at them as he tosses them over his shoulder. He's gotten so used to stripping you out of your various items of clothing that he can do it with his eyes closed.

"Open wide for me, pretty girl," he whispers, parting your legs with one hand before sinking onto his elbows. Your toes curl painfully as his tongue darts out to lick at your slit, dancing around and making an absolute mess of you.

A... B... C... D... E... F... G...

"Lowercase, please," you urge him, and Benkei pulls back, chuckling as he spreads your ass cheeks with both hands.

"As you wish."

a... b... c... d... e... f...

"Oh, my god," you moan, bucking back into his face. Keizo's muffled exclamation makes you want to cum on his face and do exactly what he wants you to do, but you hold back, reaching between your legs to hold his chin as he continues.

Once he reaches 'z', Keizo collects your slick with a long slurp, pulling back and smirking at you while he pulls his shirt off slowly.

"Get up," he murmurs, nudging you off the bed. With a gentle hand, he steers you to the large window at the corner of the bedroom, bending you over so you can see the entire city below, and they can see your face as Keizo slides into you slowly. You can see your own faint reflection, mouth opening wide in an "O" while he nestles his length between your folds.

A fist grabs the back of your large t-shirt (which is actually his) and pulls it flush with your skin as you bounce back and forth on Benkei's cock, hands steadying you on the windowsill.

"That's a good girl," he purrs, gripping the t-shirt as he leans forward and kisses your cheek. "You always do it just how I like it..." You strangle out a moan, making the man behind you groan in pleasure.

You can barely take his slow pace laying down, but standing up? Legs begin to quiver, and Keizo holds your hips as he picks up his pace a little, giving you the friction you so desperately need.

"Please, please, please," you beg.

"You gotta tell me what you want, baby," Benkei murmurs, hips smacking into yours repeatedly.

"T-the couch," you reply, gripping the edge of the windowsill for dear life. "Fuck me on the couch."

Your legs are pressed up to your chest as your boyfriend braces himself on either side of you, strong arms keeping his weight off of you as he swirls his tongue around your right toes. You shiver and shake under his grip, praying to God that you would be able to walk for the rest of the day.

"That good, princess?" Benkei wonders lazily, kissing your ankle.

"Yes, daddy, yes," you cry out, digging your nails into the skin of his upper arms. "Feels so good!"

Keizo pauses, his mouth parting slowly as he soaks in your reply, then bites his bottom lip.

"Say that again."

"Feels so good," you whimper, reaching around his neck to hold him closer.

"No," he shakes his head. "Call me 'daddy'."

"Please, daddy," you whisper in his ear. "Fuck me."

Your request is immediately answered with Benkei gripping your hips so hard you're sure they'll bruise and slamming his hips against yours rapidly. He doesn't let up when you whine, doesn't let up even when he feels himself getting exhausted. No, he wants to be "daddy" in every sense of the word.

You pull him against you as you clench on his cock, walls fluttering around his length as you cum violently, tossing your head back in ecstasy. Wet sounds echo from below, and you arch your back so hard that you can even feel your spine aching sorely, but you don't care - not when you're knee-deep in the best orgasm of your life.

Benkei seems to be having as much fun as you, grunting and panting with every thrust until he can't contain himself either.

"Oh, yes..." he exhales, fucking you even faster to urge on his own climax, and thrusting with all he has as his seed spills into you.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp crack and for a minute you swear it's your back, but the sofa gives way, and you gasp as the fixture slumps onto the ground, the base of it sagging miserably. Benkei huffs out a short laugh but can't contain his reaction to the hilarity, giggling along with you as you try to assess the damage from your position.

"I'll fix that," the man promises, still not moving from his place inside of you. "It wouldn't be the first couch I've busted around here, anyway."

"No, it wouldn't," you reply, shoulders shaking as you laugh. "Probably the third piece of furniture we've broken like this."

"Wait, only three?!"

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