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fraugwinska · 16 days

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Since your requests are open… can I request Alastor taking care of his sick wife? The crew noticed their mia and Alastor slinks away to their hotel room to find them dying (metaphorically) in their nest of blankets?

Thank you ;—; I love your writing sm! ฅ(•ㅅ•)ฅ

Whew - that was a first for me :D Switching it up for a little Alastor POV ;> I hope you like it, lovely Anon! (P.S. - The song mentioned is 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole)

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In Sickness and in Health

Alastor's day couldn't get better – adding another, large territory to his nicely growing collection, visiting his dear friend Rosie along the way, and now returning to his diddy hotel, full of entertainment, and with his lovely wife waiting for his return: He was in a rightfully jolly mood.

He'd left so early in the morning, letting his love sleep in deep, heavy breaths, he was wondering what she had been up to this day? On the way back, he stopped by the florist, careful not to touch the delicate, burgundy blossoms of the chrysanthemums, her favourites.

He entered the hotel to find the residents deeply engaged in another of the princess's silly bonding activities – a game of charades, as it seemed. Alastor watched them with curiosity as Angel Dust gestured wildly, while the others screamed in chaos, throwing guesses his way.

„Fuck, man, come on! I'm making it OBVIOUS here!“, Angel moaned, throwing his hands frustrated into the air.

„The hell you are – you look like you're hurlin' yo' last drink like a garden sprinkler.“, Husk replies dryly, rubbing his temples, while the girls just look confused.

„It's fucking MOTORBOATING, jesus christ on a cracker!“

The group groans, exept for Vaggie, who runs over to him and grabs the card the flamboyant spider waves around.

„It's just 'Motorboat', you idiot.“ „Potayto, Potahto.“

Alastor, having heard enough of that nonsense, closed the entrance noisily. Charlies head whipped around to see him.

„Oh, hey Alastor, you're back early.“, she chirped, ignoring the still arguing group behind her. Alastor walked over and smiled down at her. „Business went better than I expected, dear. And you all are as... aspiring as ever, I see?“ He let his gaze fall back to the group, counting – five heads. Not six. „Would you happen to know where my darling doe is?“

Charlie blinked. „Umm.“, she turned to look at the group, as if she expected her to be there. Alastors eyes narrowed as the princess asked timidly if anyone had seen her.

„Nope, not me.“ „Didn't turn up on the bar, either.“ „She missed breakfast, too“ Alastor huffed, feeling anger bubbling up in his stomach at the blatant negligence of his companions. He left Charlie and the others standing without a word, looking rightfully guilty and shouting apologies at his back. He made a mental note to plan an appropriate response to this mishap, and fastened his steps to his suite.

He knocked on the door, softly. No response. He listened intensely. „My love, are you in there?“ A quiet groan, muffled through thick wood and creaking walls, barely audible.

He opened the door his eyes searching through the dimly lit room - the curtains of the windows were still closed, just like he left them this morning.

„Alastor?“, he heard your voice, weak and tired, from inside the pile of cushions, pillows and blankets piled up on the shared bed.

He quickly set the flowers down on the bureau before he peeled layers of fabric off the built fort to reveal his precious doe – face reddened, hair damp with sweat and deep, panting in straint breaths. Her eyes opened slowly, they were watery and dull.

„Hello...“, she said, a small smile on her dried lips. „Hello, my love.“, he answered, brushing her hair out her face with timid fingers – when they touched her forehead, it was burning hot. Alastor frowned.

„You are sick, my doe....“ She hummed in response. A shiver made her pull the blankets around her closer to her. „I think I'm dying again.“ Alastor chuckled softly, cupping her cheek - heat poured from her scorching skin into his cold palms.

„Always so dramatic. No love, you're certainly not dying. Boiling yourself, maybe. You have a raging fever, sweet thing.“

„Potayto, Potahto...“, she murmured. Alastor scrunched his nose – Angel Dust certainly had a bad influence on his wife.

„Now, now, no reason to call for the mortician, love. Let's get you out of these dampened clothes for a start, shall we?“

She whined from the coldness he exposed her to, grabbing his arms as he pulled her out of the many layers of fabric and peeled the sweat-drenched clothes from her burning body. Her usually smooth and tender skin was colored in angered flushes of read, mimicking the blazing temperature she radiated. While he worked on getting her in fresh, clean pajamas, he murmured soft reassurances and sweet words of comfort to her.

Alastor knew she hated the feeling of helplessness a sickness brought with it. Her demise had been sudden, painful and most importantly lonely, having no one by her side while the disease had eaten her alive.

He placed her back into bed, a snap of his fingers had disassembled the abhorrent nest she had built, linens clean, soft and dry. She whimpered when he opened the windows to let some fresh air into the room, but sighed in sweet relief when the cold cloth he conjured for her cooled her forehead.

“Can you play something for me?”, she whispered after he had convinced her to drink some water, her lids heavy and almost out of consciousness.

Alastor brushed her cheeks tenderly.

“Of course my treasured girl.”

He pulled the chair from his bureau next to the bed, settling down with her hand in his. He chose the song carefully – it was the one she and him first danced to, when he and her were two singulars still, instead of one plural.

The soft tunes of the celeste and piano drove the dreadful, deafening silence out of the room, and when Nat King Coles voice started to serenade, her face relaxed into a serene smile, breaths flattening into calm draws of air.

Alastor watched his wife drift into healing slumber, her skin color already fading into her more normal shade. Relieved, he stroked his thumb delicately over her fingers, still safely wound around his. Yes. Alastor knew she hated the helplessness a sickness brought with it. But at least, this time, he could be there to guide her through it.

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hysteria-things · 2 months

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can you do a story where y/n is really sick (a cold)

and chris is loving and takes cares of her

SNUG AS A BUG

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been fighting this terrible cold for about a week, and your boyfriend loves to take care of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing, crying

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 570

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fun fact this is based off when i was sick and dying in like october LMAO it was the worst i’ve ever felt.

hope you like it anon!

i’m feeling jolly today so i might post a smut later ;)

here’s to day a million of being sick. realistically, it’s only been a week, but you still felt like shit.

the TV was playing your favorite show since you’ve had enough free time to binge. it feels like you’ve been glued to the couch forever.

tissues were scattered on the snack table next to you along with two empty bowls — one with soup from breakfast and one with ice cream. those are the only two things you can eat since your throat is killing you.

your parents have to work, so chris has been coming over to take care of you when they’re not available.

the front door opens; you don’t have the energy to look at who it is (even though you know)

“i got you your soup from wawa and some more water.” chris smiles sympathetically at you, placing the things on the table.

“thank you.” you hoarse out.

“how are you feeling?”

“terrible.”

he pouts. “i’m going to go to your room for just a second. let me know if you need anything.”

you nod as he walks away, making his way up the staircase. however, he pauses midway when he hears your sniffles.

it’s not just congested sniffles. they’re cry sniffles.

he snaps his head to you. you have the soup in your hands, but you’re not eating it. instead, you’re using the spoon to mix it.

he quickly goes back down the stairs to come rushing to you. “oh, no. none of that.” he takes his thumbs and wipes your tears, leaving his hands cupping your cheeks afterward.

“i don’t want to be sick anymore.” you sob. his heart is breaking seeing you like this. he hates it when you’re upset. “my h-head hurts so bad. a-and i feel so weak.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” he places your head into his stomach since he’s standing in front of you, and your tears start to wet his shirt. “just keep taking the medicine the doctor gave you and you’ll get better in no time.”

“i don’t want the soup.” you cry. you tend to say nonsense when you’re this upset about something.

“that’s okay.” he grabs it from your hands and places it with the other bowls. “we can save it for later, alright?”

a chill runs up your spine. chris starts to take the blanket off of your body and before you can protest, he speaks. “let’s bring you to bed. it’s much more comfortable.”

he takes your hands in his and helps you off the couch, walking at your pace until you’re upstairs and into your room. you immediately head under the covers, plus two more blankets for your chills.

chris starts tucking you in with a goofy grin on his face, as if he’s a father tucking in his child. “feel snug?”

you smile warmly. “as a bug.”

“i’m going to go get your medicine and water so you have them. i’ll be right back.”

you yawn but nod as he leaves the room.

moments later chris returns, but you already passed out. he quietly makes his way into the room when he notices this, placing the items on your nightstand.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to kiss you on the forehead. “i love you.” he whispers, backing out of the room and closing the door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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m4tthewsgf · 3 months

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Tell me where it hurts so I know where to love you the hardest

Matt Sturniolo x fem y/n

Based off of this request: could you do a matt hurt/comfort where the readers just struggling (like not showering, not getting out of bed, not eating, no motivation) and that’s really unlike her because she’s typically a very alive person, and it’s just really fluffy idk

Warnings: slight language ig just fluff

Author's Note: this is so short and bad I'm so sorry anon

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I had it all. Or at least that's what people thought of me. Well, it wasn't far from the truth; I was surrounded by beautiful people, I bad great friends, an amazing boyfriend and family, a big house and a nice car. I truly did have it all and usually I wasn't one to complain because I truly felt blessed to have all of those things others wished for, but unfortunately they couldn't fill the emptiness I have been feeling recently in my heart.

If you asked my friends and family about me, they'd tell you that I was an outgoing person who seized every opportunity that landed in her hands. Gratefulness and hopefulness are two things that could easily characterise me. I was not usually one to turn down a nice party on a Saturday night or a trip to the movies with my friends, but if I'm being honest, the past few weeks have been really tough for me and all I wanted to do was just rot in my bed.

I couldn't really tell what is going on with me but my heart was just feeling heavy. There was this sadness inside me I simply couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. And trust me, I had tried everything. Journaling, music, movies, meditating, drawing. None of these helped apart from sleep but even that had become a difficult task for a week.

My boyfriend, Matt, had taken notice in the shift of my mood and had been desperately trying to help me in any way he could think of. His trials obviously didn't go unappreciated by me, but I physically couldn't do it. He had been texting me for days on end, pleading me to allow him to take me out and get me out of the house but I rejected his offers every time. I felt bad. I could tell this was hurting him as well and hurting him was the last thing I wanted to do because Matt really was an angel sent from heaven. He gave me the liberty to breathe and I didn't want to lose him. Ever.

However, I couldn't let him see me like this. I hadn't showered and eaten in what felt an eternity and had slept for an hour or two in 4 days. I was a mess. An embarrassed mess, may I add. I had no reason to be sad. No reason to feel this empty when I had him.

I was supposed to be a lively person, someone joyful and jolly. Why the fuck was I like this?

“Baby?” I heard a familiar male voice from just outside my bedroom door. Matt. Shit.

“Y/n, I've called you 10 times what-“ he opened the door and saw me sitting in my bed with my back pressed against the bed frame, the only source of light coming from the TV on the wall in front of me. He took a deep breath at the sight of my obvious exhausted figure before closing the door and making his way up to me.

“Baby, what's wrong?” he asked as he sat down right next to me from the empty side of the bed. I didn’t look at him. I was too embarrassed to do so.

“Y/n” he said with a warning tone and placed his hand on my chin to turn my head towards him. My gaze was filled with guilt and I was on the verge of tears. He scanned my face for a minute or two without saying a word. The silence became unbearable, so I decided to speak with a breaking voice.

“Why did you come here?”

“Did you expect me to just sit in my house when you have been clearly not doing well for weeks and not answering my calls?” he spat, “I thought something happened to you, y/n!” his face was harsh and there was a hint of disappointment in it that was caused from my question.

“I am sorry,” a few teardrops fell from my eyes. He tilted his head and smiled softly at me. Matt let out a shaky breath before speaking again.

“No, don't. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I should be the one apologising,” he cupped my face and wiped away the wetness on my cheeks.

“You have every right to be mad, I haven't been the best girlfriend lately and I understand your frustration,” I voiced truthfully. I didn't lack self awareness. I knew that this whole situation wasn't only exhausting me but him as well.

“I won't lie to you, I am frustrated,” he placed a kiss on my forehead, “but only because I'd rather you communicate your feelings with me than leave me guessing. I just want to help, baby” I let out a deep breath that I didn't even know I had.

His face was so angelic. His blue eyes piercing through mine, his lips forming a sad grin and his cheekbones even more prominent. The warmth of his fingers that were caressing my skin traveled to my heart, lighting up a small fire in the beating organ that has been drenching in cold for days.

“I love you, you know that right?” he asked me as his gaze jumped from one of my eyes to another. I nodded my head but he needed my words.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

“I know you love me, Matt” my voice broke once more, a sound that made Matt’s eyebrows furrow.

“Then why won't you talk to me? I only want to help you, dear, but I can't do that if you don't tell me what hurts” he reasoned. More tears threatened to leave my eyes as he spoke.

“Tell me where it hurts so I know where to love you the hardest, y/n. And don't tell me it's nothing, I can tell you haven't been sleeping or eating properly” Matt added and pointed at my figure. It was the truth; I had lost a couple pounds and my dark circles were more vivid than ever. My internal struggles took a toll on my physical wellbeing as well.

“I don't know what it is Matt I just-“ I began to cry.

“Oh my love, c’mere,” he wrapped his arms around me and I hid my face into the crook of his neck, “I'm right here baby, you're not alone. I got you, I promise I'm not going to let you go through this alone” he whispered against my hair as he stroked it gently. He rocked us back and forth while letting words of encouragement and reassurance fall from his lips until my sobbing ceased.

“I am so tired,” I mumbled against his skin, “my heart- it feels heavy and I don't know why I am just so sad Matt, I don't know what to do” I weeped, the amount of my tears creating a small paddle on his white shirt.

“It's okay baby, everything will be okay. I'll make it okay, hm?” he hummed while his hand started rubbing my back.

“I am sorry for not talking to you about it I was just scared you were going to leave me or be disappointed in me because I'm not supposed to feel this way and-“

“Hey,” he pulled away, “you are human. Humans have feelings, a smart girl like you should know that” he chuckled and booped my nose playfully with his finger, earning a giggle from me.

“You shouldn't feel obligated to feel any certain type of way. Sadness is okay. Anger is okay. Your feelings are okay and valid even if you don't know what caused them,” Matt grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers, “I am not disappointed or angry at you for feeling, y/n. And most certainly, I'm not going to leave you because of it” the boy laughed at my silly, unreasonable worries.

“But I'm supposed to love life and be happy all the time and cheerful and-“

“No, love. You're not supposed to be anything,” he shook his head, “you're supposed to be you. And you is a person who experiences not only positive emotions but negative ones as well. And that's more than okay and you shouldn't feel the need to hide either of them, not from me at least” he whispered with a loving smile.

I just looked at him in awe. His words felt like daggers not because they were hurtful but because they were exactly what I needed to hear. His honeyed voice touching all of my broken pieces, his gentle touch stitching up my wounds and his tender grin making me regain a sense of my spark after a while. What would I do without him?

“I love you” I simply stated and placed my arms around his neck, my body collapsing harshly into his. I felt his own hands coming up to my waist and holding me against him tightly.

“I love you too, baby, but I need you to promise me you'll talk to me next time you feel like this. You got me so worried honey, you don't even understand.”

“I am sorry I didn’t mean to worry you,” I brought my face in front of his and smiled genuinely at him, “I promise I'll reach out next time.”

“Thank you for talking to me about it,” Matt said before placing his lips on mine, the kiss a mixture of love and worry.

“Now, you sit here like the pretty girl you are while I run us a warm bath. I will order us food and we can watch any movie you want, mkay?” he cooed after pulling away and pressing his forehead against mine.

“Even the notebook?” I beamed. He hated the notebook.

“Even the notebook” he chuckled and rolled his eyes at me, “and I'm not leaving. I'm staying for as long as you need, until I make sure you're actually okay” he reassured me. I smiled fondly at him and kissed him one more time.

Matt ended up staying with me for the rest of the week even though I felt better the next morning. His presence brought me so much comfort just like a teddy bear does to a little child. He made sure I ate well and took care of my hygiene. He even read me books to help me fall asleep on his chest, knowing that his voice was equivalent to the most beautiful harmony in my ears and worked just like a lullaby to me.

Since I couldn't pinpoint what hurt me so badly, he loved every part of me. He always did, but he ensured to love me extra hard on the days when I was in pain. One could say that he even babied me and I couldn't care less. His thoughtfulness and caring side only made me fall even harder for him.

Matt taught me that I should feel my feelings and not cover them up like they are just some damps on a wall you could easily paint over. He taught me that it's okay not to be okay and be vulnerable. It didn't matter if I came from a wealthy family or not, if I was short or tall, chubby or skinny, introverted or extroverted. I was human.

And as a human, I was allowed to feel. I was supposed to feel every humane emotion there is. Anger, sadness, frustration, disgust, fear... I was supposed to feel it all. And Matt made sure to be my safe place, the lighthouse in the dark sea, to do just that. He was my comfort. He was my home.

"Baby?" I mumbled and felt my eyes getting heavy. We were laying on my bed, our faces inches away from each other's.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"You're my safety" I voiced as loud as I could before drifting away into sleep with a silly smile on my face. Matt's heart fluttered against his chest, his cheeks turning crimson.

"Always, darling. I love you more than anything" he whispered and pulled me closer to him, his lips placing delicate kisses all over my features whilst grinning stupidly against my soft skin.

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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Jolly good day to you, my fine fellow! 🎩

May i be so daring as to request your finest lute x fem!reader trying ✂-ing for the first time? Bottom!reader if you would so indulge me. I believe it would make for an outstanding, perhaps showstopping fic if you will!

Idk why I typed it liked that, thanks for reading my nonsense 💀

BAHAHAHAHA IM CACKLING I FUCKING LOVE YOU ANON

Lute x reader

Warning: sexual themes, cursing and I think that's it

An: so sorry it's short if somebody requests another ill try and make it longer

Do not interact if you are under the age of 18 or of legal age

The room felt muggy and humid it felt like you were burning alive, but lute just wouldn't stop rocking her hips against yours, desperate for some form of pleasure.

Now, let's backtrack. You and lute have been dating ever since the incident with vaggie. And unlike how many would view your relationship being one-sided lute's like a pussy-whipped kitten behind closed doors. This means that most of your evenings ended in sex and cuddles. You and lute hadn't really experimented much. You usually stuck to oral and strap-ons.

But about Wednesday of last week, Lute brought up something new, something she was eager to try, and that was scissoring. Over the week, Lute had been preparing; doing research, making sure she knew what she was doing, and overall making sure that you would feel good too. And that puts you where you are right now.

Your legs were spread one of your thighs over lutes as she grinded your clits together, you had been here for hours, the sheets of your shared bed sticking to your skin due to the sweat and arousal that soaked your skin. Lute leaned down and kissed you feverishly, like if she didn't, she would lose you. Lutes wings were standing straight out, shaking a bit from her overstimulation. You were crying, cheeks were tear stained, and you were drooling. Since your mouth was open, Lute took the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, exploring around slightly. Lute soon pulled away for air, panting, whining, and soft moans, leaving her lips as she started to get close. "Oh fuck babe~ I'm so close~ so so close, are yoy gonna cum for me too? I want you to cum for me just one more time~" Lute mused into your ear . You were loosing your mind, your body already reacting to words as you started to get close, "l-lute! Fuck fuck fuck!!" You sobbed out clinging onto her for dear life needing something to ground you as you came again shaking a bit. Lute came soon after you her hips finally stilling as she finished riding out her high. You were exhausted already starting to pass out. Lute chuckled breathlessly, "Baby? Cmon, you gotta tell me how it was. " Lute teased tapping your cheek to try and wake you a bit more. You groaned. "It was great lute in just really tired. Can we clean up in the morning?" You whined a bit like a child that won't get what they want. Lute sighed and shook her head "Alright alright if that's what you want, but don't get snappy at me when you're all sweaty and gross in the morning" lute laid down next to you pulling you close for cuddles. And soon after, you fell asleep, thankful for the fact you both had tomorrow off.

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #x reader #hazbin hotel #lute x reader smut #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader

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stinkysam · 5 months

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Buggy the Clown - It's getting expensive.

Warning : spoilers for opla only

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Ok, so funny thought based off of sugar daddy! reader but imagine when buggy joins the cross guild and reader just looks at crocodile and Mihawk for a minute before asking buggy, if they need to pay them as well. Because reader can tell that Mihawk and crocodile are expensive bishes. It would be funny watching all their reactions to this especially crocodile and Mihawk since someone is offering to spoil them because I can see crocodile immediately going no in the most deadpan voice and I'm cackling over it.” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Buggy didn't really want you to meet them. Despite acting like they were all good friends in front of you, he knew they would very quickly reveal the truth if you ever met them.

Yet, this day had to happen.

“God, you have a lot of people working for you now.” You said with a smile, looking at all the pirates wearing his Jolly Roger happily.

Buggy puffed his chest proudly, laughing a bit.

“Of course. That's only what I deserve !”

You grin and nod, walking inside the ship to get to his quarters. As you get in, you spot them. Mihawk and Crocodile.

“Shit.” Buggy thought.

You stared at them, Buggy pushing you forward in hope to get you to his quarters but you refused to walk. Their bounty appeared before your eyes.

Crocodile 1,965,000,000 berries.

Mihawk 3,590,000,000 berries.

A total of 8,744,000,000 berries with Buggy.

Damn.

“Do I have to pay them as well ?” You ask with curiosity, eyes shining, pointing to Mihawk and Crocodile as you walk toward them.

“What !?” Buggy yelled, stopping you from walking further as Crocodile raised an eyebrow, Mihawk staring at you too surprised to say anything.

“Pay us ?” They thought.

“Why would you pay them !?” Buggy whispers-yelled to you.

“Aren't they with you ?” You simply replied, not caring about being discreet.

That's where it clicked for them. You were Buggy's… boyfriend / sugar daddy.

“No.” Said Crocodile. “We aren't.” His tone was cold, almost disgusted by your supposition.

“This is just a partnership.” Added Mihawk but you stared at him as if it didn't clear anything up and he sighed already tired by this conversation. “It's just an organization.”

“Oh.” You tilted your head to the side. “I thought you were all a thing.” You laughed. “That would've been expensive, ahah !”

“We gathered.” Said Mihawk, walking away. He had heard enough, and didn't want to inflict himself with you two any longer.

Buggy grabbed you by the collar, shaking you roughly while crying, yelling unintelligible things.

“Huh ? I don't understand what you're saying…” You said, which seemed to make things worse. Thought you managed to catch the essence “Me with them ? Scary.”

“Alright, alright. Let's go.” You say, now pushing him to his quarters, Buggy too upset about what you thought to walk on his own.

You continued pushing him until you arrived in his room and as soon as you closed the door Buggy yelled, falling on you with all his weight, making you fall on the bed.

“I lied !” He sobbed, throwing his hands in the air before grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. “They're not my subordinates !”

You blinked. That, you had guessed.

“We're even less a fucking thing !” He yelled now angry before returning to his sobbing state, grabbing you by the collar once again.

“They accepted me as the leader but I don't know why !”

“They-”

“They beat me up after the Cross Guild pamphlet got out ! As if I had a say in it !” He exclaimed. “And they beat me up again after seeing the ship ! They hung my head on Crocodile's hook by the hair !” He sobbed again, trying to make you understand the true dynamic between them, rubbing his face against your shirt, smearing snot and tears over it. “All that because they didn't like the ship my subordinates maaade ! It wasn't my fault they got carried away, these dumbasses ! I almost got sold into slavery ! Me !”

“What !? Are you okay ?” You asked, grabbing his face.

“I'm fine.” He sniffed. “I need more than that to be killed !” He smiled confidently through the tears.

“I'm gonna have a talk with them.” You announced, pushing him away and standing up, ready to walk out before Buggy grabbed you, pulling you back down.

“No !” He pleaded sobbing again. “They'll do the same to you ! Don't you understand !?”

You sighed. He was right. They are pirates after all. And a bit unpredictable at that.

“Buggy… Be careful.” You said, grabbing his face again.

“Tell that to the idiots who made the pamphlet and the ship ! I swear I wasn't behind it !”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You kissed his forehead, wrapping your arms around him.

“What do you want to do then ?” You ask, fingers combing through his long hair.

“This is nice here.” He replied, rubbing his cheek against you. “Let's stay here.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, you two say nothing, enjoying each other's presence and closeness, the silence only broken by his sniffing.

“You really thought I was seeing other people ?”

You shrugged.

“Not really. But since they work with you and as you told me you were the bestest of friends, I thought maybe it was like a pack.”

“A pack !?”

“Yeah. Take one, get two more.”

“We aren't a deal you can buy !”

“I kind of bought you. ‘Buy my time’ you said. And I did.” You kissed the top of his head and he grimaced, annoyed.

“That's different.”

“Not really.”

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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Heyyy! I know you are all about Sanji (and I love it!) but could you write something about Shanks too? He really makes my heart spin! 💕💕💕

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi ! I'm really happy that you liked my Sanji storied and I had gladly take another turn for you Anon. Shanks deserve indeed some love too, so I hope you will like my attempt to bring some love in Shanks life. Thank you for your request !

Wait for me

OPLA - Shanks

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The life in your little part of the world wasn’t so bad. The weather was generally sunny more than rainy, your community was kind and joyful. But, more importantly, your shore was boarding the East Blue, creating many trading opportunities and occasions to meet interesting people ready to tell their tale about the sea.

Your job as a waitress in the little bar of the port wasn’t the worst you had either. You made good money, learned the best gossip beforehand and had the chance to meet many kinds of people. And for bad days, well, you can say you learned to take care of yourself.

However, it was one particular client you were waiting eagerly for. Each few months or so, Shanks and his crew of pirates anchored their ship on your shore, taking a well deserved rest, resupplying and then taking the sea again. It was a routine you knew perfectly well for a few years now.

It’s why you had made a habit, at least thrice a day every few months, during your shift, to watch the sea hoping to notice the well known Jolly roger. But, you could always count on Luffy to spot it before you and scream the good news all the way.

“ SHANKS AND THE CREW ARE BACK” The child was shouting, running.

Giving a look behind the bar to your boss, you saw her nodding off the head while cleaning a glass.

“ Y/N isn’t the time of your break ? “ She simply asked, already knowing everything.

“ Yes I think it is, I will be right back “ You smiled before heading to the beach.

The ship was anchored at his usual spot and the crew was busy, unloading empty barrels and crates full of treasures.

But, you didn’t even give a look to the gold glittering under the sun. You only had eyes for the tall redhead man with a straw hat, on the dock, helping his crew.

Shanks had always treated you with nothing more than respect and tenderness, making you feel, at each of his stops, like a true lady. It wasn’t a secret for nobody that you had a crush on the kind Captain. Even Luffy, who wasn’t in age to truly understand love, had asked you questions about your affection. But, never could you have thought that the man was looking at you that way. You were pretty, smart and creative, it was true, but you weren’t the only pretty smart woman in the east blue and you were perfectly aware of it.

Until that night.

The bar was quiet, almost at his close time, many members of the crew were back to the ship, a bottle in hand to help them sleep, letting you alone with Shanks ,drinking his last drink. He wasn’t usually the last one to leave ,but ,his behavior had been strangely quiet and almost contemplative during all the evening, had make you wonder if he hadn't, for once, need to drown some bad news in his drink.

“ Y/N, I have a dilemma and I need your help“ He finally says, an almost sad smile on his lips.

“ I will try Shanks, what is it ? “ You replied, curious but excited to be the one he had thought to ask about his personal difficulty.

“ You see, I have seen a lot of places and many women in the East blue, but everytime I come back here, I can easily say you are even more beautiful, kind and smart than them all. “ He confessed, taking a sip of his alcool “ I would love to kiss you and keep you to myself. But, you see I can’t stop thinking that it isn’t fair for you,letting you here to wait for me...my life isn’t easy but you're so tempting…What would you do if you were at my place ?"

The glass you were cleaning almost fell off your hand as your cheeks took a pretty pink color. But, for you it was an easy question going with an even quick answer.

“ I know that your life isn’t easy, but I also know that I can’t ask you to stay here and I think that it is a fair trade for our kisses and affection. After all, I already wait impatiently for you and the crew to come back every few months just to see you look at me. So, you love for my patience “ You replied as he rose from his stools an amused expression of his lips.

“ It seems indeed a fair trade “ He smiled reaching across the bar to give you a kiss you will never forget.

But now, here he was, giving order and unloading until he saw you and joy spread on his face. Getting down from the dock, he quickly looked at you before pulling you in a warm hug smelling the sea, the lemon of his soap and his personal scent.

“ I missed you, Y/N. You hadn’t an idea “ He first said, before noticing your amused,but, trying to be serious, expression. “ What…?”

“ You’re late, you'd tell me you were back by the last full moon “ You accused, trying to look mad but failing as you tenderly pushed back as straw of red hair across his forehead.

“ I’m late? “ He innocently jokes, trying to distract you with a kiss. ” Yes maybe, but I didn’t miss this month's full moon...I still can admire your figure under the moonlight, maybe even on that beach tonight?”

“ You’re incorrigible “ You laugh, forgiving him with another kiss. “ I missed you too “

“ SHANKS ! “ The not so small voice of Luffy interrupted as he entered in collision with your hugging forms, ready like always, to morph into a group hug. “ Come with me I want to show you something quick !”

“ Calm down Luffy, I'm coming ! “ Shanks answered, still keeping you in his arms, his thumbs caressing the small of your back. Watching the child run at the top of the sandy hill. “ Tell me you don’t do the night ship please...I think I could not endure another night without you” Your lover confesses, filling your heart with a warm sensation of love.

“ I’m on my break right now, come to the bar later, I will have a cold drink for you and when I have finished my work, we will enjoy the moonlight together “ You playfully replied, stealing another kiss.

“ I love you “ He simply said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world and Luffy wasn’t screaming his name again and again.

“ I love you too, now go before the kid decide to go recrute your crew and become the new captain of your ship “ You laugh, regretting immediately the warm of his body against yours.

“ I would love to see that “ He joined you in your laugh, finally following Luffy.

Sadly, your romantic moonlight plan takes a drastic turn when the bandit took Luffy, leading Shanks to lose an arm and take the most harsh decision of his life.

You knew at the minute that he stepped in the little pantry of the bar, his freshly missing arm wrapped by the doctor, that he wasn’t coming to bring you to the beach for a romantic moment. His expression was resolute but sad and his gaze was laying on you like if he was trying to burn your image in his brain forever.

“Y/N “He slowly said your name. “ I have to talk to you..”

“ You’re leaving... “ You realize by yourself, as his iconic straw hat wasn’t on his head and his fist was holding a golden bracelet “ No, I mean…I go with you Shanks. You will not abandon me here, like if we were nothing. “

“ Y/N, you were the most beautiful treasure I found but, I can’t offer you more than that ! It’s what I tried to teach Luffy. The life of a pirate isn’t a calm ride in a boat. You should set yourself up with somebody more stable, marry that son of a bitch of a merchant who always looks at you like if you aren’t mine...you will be happy and out of danger. “ He pleaded, trying to pass his valid arm around your waist as you resisted.

“ I won’t ! You promised to bring me with you ! I’m not interested in some boring merchant, I’m interested in you redhead stubborn donkey“ You angrily replied, taking his face in your hand, trying to bring him back to reason. “Is everything you told me was all pretty lies ?!”

“No, of course no. But I can’t assure your safety, How could I sleep at night If I lose you ! I almost lost the kid today “ He exclaimed, shame and pain flashing on his face as your heart bleed for him. But, as much as you knew how much he was caring for Luffy, you weren't him and you will not let the man you love go without you.

“ I’m not a child,I can defend myself and I will learn new skills to fight even better. I assure you, you will sleep well against me every night. “ You promised.” I will asked every member of your crew to teach me something new to defend myself and I will stay alive for your peace of mind”

“ You could regret it, you know ?“ He finally conceded, taking you closer, his forehead meeting yours, as he closed his eyes, defeated.

“ Never, if I became a little bored I could still annoy you to distract myself “ You joked, kissing his warm lips.

“ I had some better idea, but, sure “ He smiled amused, his thumbs doing a lazy circle on your back. .

“ You’re really incorrigible, you know that. '' You laugh, tears running down your cheeks as he caresses your face. “ Come with me, I have to go pack my things and I don’t trust you for not having a hero change of heart and leave without me “

“ You know me too well, I will have to watch my back on my own ship now “ He said, smiling tenderly, taking your hand to leave the small room.

Packing your life didn’t take you more than twenty minutes. As much as you loved this place, you were ready to follow Shanks and live something bigger than your current situation. After some word of advice from your old boss, you took the way to your new home.

“ Are you ready, love ? “ Shanks asked you, as he took your hand to help you come aboard. Making sure for the last time that you were sure of your choice.

Taking a last look at the port you know so well, you took his hand, jumped on the deck and smiled, letting your bag fall on the wooden floor.

“ I’m done waiting Shank, show me the world “ You said, as he joyfully laughed and shouted at the crew to lift the anchor.

The world was indeed beautiful, but for nothing you would come back to your little and quiet life. Like Shank had once said, being a pirate wasn’t like a tranquil boat ride on a quiet river, but with him at your side, you were ready for everything your new life had to offer.

Bonus :

You were sitting with him on the little beach, the day Mihawk brought the warrant for Luffy.

You never doubt that the little Luffy will one day succeed to follow the step of your lover. But nothing had prepared you for the burst of pride you felt when you saw the immense joy in the face of Shanks similar to the day of your wedding, when he had passed you the ring, linking your life forever.

“ Y/N ! The kid did it ! He’s a pirate !“

“ He had told you that he would surpass you “ You joked, kissing his cheeks. “ You teach him well, I hope seen him soon “

“ Me too” He smiled.

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neverknoah · 2 months

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I love the concept of Noah and y/n being more than friends but not quite in a relationship yet 😮‍💨 all the sexual tension and giddy feelings of it being new and yet they are so scared to push the boundaries of becoming official and risking the friendship 😫 can you please elaborate and give fluff of just some moments in that time. Like them sneaking touches or inside jokes to the point where everyone sees it but them, that they are so in love 🧍🏻‍♀️🗿 I am a sucker for friends to lovers

oh my goodness this is so stinking sweet!!!

-everyone around yall can see it clear as day but the both of you are too scared to admit anything because you’re too scared it will ruin the friendship the two of you have had for years

-yall definitely have little inside jokes that only you and him get where someone will say something and the both of you look over at eachother and start belly laughing and everyone around y’all is just like 🤨

-i feel like if the crew is having a movie night you and him are snuggled up together. even though yall aren’t together you look very coupley snuggled up together sharing a blanket

-noah loves to hold your pinky in public/big crowds because it makes him feel more comfortable that your safe and he can keep his eye on you. it gives you the biggest butterflies in your tummy

-be brings you little knick knacks from touring and has a special story behind it or a special meaning to ya’lls “friendship” *wink* *wink*

-I do not know about y'all, but I am definitely shorter than noah, so if you are taller.... I'm sorry, skip this one. But, noah definitely makes fun of you sweetly, like he'll rest his arm on your head ike an armrest or he calls you nicknames like "mouse" or "bunny" or "thumbelina." I can imagine thumbelina becoming like a second name to you where the entire band also starts calling you thumbelina because noah started it

-noah is also just a very affectionate person in my head. he loves to hug you and hold your hand and just small gestures of touch that make your tummy erupt into butterflies

-I think if the strings of his hoodie are messed up or his hair is doing something weird you'll just fix it for him and sometimes it catches him off guard. you being so close to him without him being able to really touch you, but he can smell your shampoo and feel the smoothness of your skin while you fix whatever was out of place. it gets him flustered really fast.

Also along with this is after you've gone shopping you'll do a little try on haul for him. modeling all your new clothes and him asking you to do a spin so he can admire you the outfit in all it's glory. THIS gets him so flustered so fast that afterwards he has to have some "alone time."

-I think how you guys actually end up a couple is super sweet and spur of the moment. You came to surprise Bad Omens on their last show of tour and when the concert concludes the guys are running off stage with no idea that you're there and when Noah spots you his eyes light up all big and he's running over to you, engulfing you in a big 'ole sweaty hug and you're definitely squeezing him back. When he releases his hug on you he's staring into your eyes and you're looking back up at his eyes so full of love that he can't help but kiss you then and there. Of course you're a little shocked at first but you're immediately melting into his lips and tugging him closer.

Meanwhile Nicholas, Jolly, Matt, and Folio are all like

wathcing the two of you. But, at the same time they're all like "for fucks sake finally."

When Noah pulls back his only words are "thanks for being my biggest supporter." and you response with a "forever and always." and he leans back down to kiss you again.

thank you, anon, for sending this in. sorry it took me so long to get to it!!!! I hope I did your ask justice <3

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this is for my ✨ bilingual girlies ✨ I am one which is why this can be grammatically incorrect but whatever

Noah finds your accent ADORABLE. and HOT of course. like, he can listen to you for hours noticing how certain words and/or syllables here and there in your speach sound different from what he's used to hear and it hits the right spot for him;

with that being said, he still jockingly mocks you from time to time trying to do impressions of the way you speak. he never takes it to far though, so it's just an ongoing banter which you gladly paticipate in, intentionally making your accent sound harsher from how you "normally" speak;

and you and Jolly cooperate in making Noah lose his mind with your accents. Hoah goes like "guys, human throats are not designed to reproduce such insane sounds, what planet are you both from?"

you melt when he lovingly says "you're so special, you're out of this world" only to roll your eyes three seconds later when he continues "seriuosly, you're a fucking alien, the more you talk the more I'm sure of it. I won't turn you in though, you're mine now";

he also makes fun of you when you misspell in your texts to him. "darling, are you okay? is everything alright or you having a stroke? should we call an ambulance or an English teacher?":

also, did you know your voice sounds not the same when you speak different languages? no? oh, trust me, HE KNOWS. it never stops to amuse him how suddenly your voice switches to softer and huskier or goes higher and cuter depending of the language. to him it's basically the same kind of "magic" (you call it that) he uses when he sings switching registers, so yeah, your voice is music to his ears. and he loves that more than anything;

sometimes you forget certain words or mix them up and it makes you feel awkward and embarressed. you're afraid that you speak gibberish instead of proper English. especially in front of Noah with his sophisticated way of expressing his thoughts. but not only he ALWAYS knows what you're trying to say, he also makes you feel less in your head about it. for example, he makes up silly stories about him saying the wrong words at the wrong circumstances and embarrassing the heck out of himself (and you're sure it never happened, but he wants to cheer you up so you play along) or he turns your mistakes into something special for the two of you, like an inside joke or a secret code (remember that cringy "I wolf you" line from You? yep, that's what I'm talking about). so when he shows you his new song which is his personal love anthem to you and the greatest thing he's ever written to this day and you say it's terrible instead of terrific, he looks as proud as he only can be and jokingly says he tried his best to make it the worst song in the history of music. from now on all of his song are "terrible". and all about you, of course;

remember when he said that Jolly comes up with the greatest lyrics without realizing it because he thinks in Swedish? same applies to you. it truly fascinates Noah to hear you saying the most beautiful genius things based on some sayings in your first language. he takes inspiration from that and includes it in his lyrics without saying that and you realize it afterwards when you hear him singing it;

he's for sure secretly learning your language just to surprise you all of the sudden. like, you two have a movie night date on your big comfy couch, he brushes his fingers through you hair and says "I love you" in your language and you automatically reply back the same way and then go "wait, did you just..?" and he sits there smiling from ear to ear and being so hella proud of himself, throwing at you one compliment in your mother tongue after another. and you have no idea when or how he managed to learn it all but it makes you love him even more;

which is why the next thing he'll learn from you will be the dirty talk. oh god, help us all lol

ANON SHIT UP RN

COME TO MY HOUSE SO I CAN GIVE U KISSES STOOPPPPPPP OMG MY HEART

So I was born here, but I want to say that, technically my first language was Spanish. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother and I had heard from someone that the way you express your emotions, whatever language you use is your first language, which I thought was a very cool concept. And a lot of times there are words that I don’t know in English so I just resort to Spanish but oh my God literally made me smell so big I’m at work and the noise I let out was crazyOMMGGGGG

I was going to write a small story on this, but you beat me to the punch, but I’m not complaining. I will add onto this later on thank you thank you thank you thank you again.🩷🩷🩷🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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idwt-money · 2 months

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Love triangle pt. 2

MDNI

thank you to this anon for this idea!

Series Description: reader is polyamorous and in a relationship with Nicholas, when Noah replaces the lead singer of the band, reader catches feelings!

3k words, Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: protected sex, fingering (fem rec), handjob, dirty talk

i do want to add that i did my best to research for this series, but if i got something wrong, PLEASE let me know so i can correct myself!

i imagine younger Noah for this one 🤗

the love that blossomed between you and Noah wasn't as slow burning as it was with Nicholas. it was rather quick paced, actually.

you and Noah had met when your boyfriends band had to acquire a new lead singer. the previous singer had gotten cocky, claiming it was “his band” and he knew best. the remaining 3 boy had voted him out and the decision was made.

within 4 days, Noah was knocking on Nicholas’ front door.

“hi, um..i'm here for…this.” he held up a flyer that the band had put all around town.

“ah! sick! right this way man!!” Nicholas said, being excited. Nicholas showed him around to the garage they would be practicing in later that day.

“usually before we practice, the garage door is wide open so feel free to come in and get set up. but, for now we can just chill since it's only..” Nicholas checked his phone, looking at the time. “3:30ish and we start at 5.”

Noah nodded, following your boyfriend into the kitchen. Nicholas pulled a chilled beer out of the fridge for himself, offering Noah one, which he gladly accepted.

Nick: hey my love! going to start practice soon, got this new singer we're gunna try out. wanna come listen?

y/n: yes obvi!! be over soon <3

you got ready in about 15 minutes, finally making your way over to your beloved boyfriend's house.

it was a rather short walk, you were thankful the weather bestowed its good graces on you, you wouldn't have walked if it was too hot.

you knew Nicholas’ back door was never locked. you entered and made your way to the garage, only after getting yourself a hard seltzer out of his fridge.

as you opened the door, Folio, Jolly and Nicholas greeted you with hugs.

you took little notice to the tall, partially tattooed man in front of the mic. you were too fixated on Nicholas to care. your focus was pulled away when he introduced the two of you.

you took a long once over of Noah, Nicholas’ words not even registering as he spoke.

Noah was…not what you expected. over the phone, Nicholas made him sound like some longer haired loser. in actuality, he was sex personified.

his hair fell over his forehead, he had a dermal piercing on his cheekbone, he was tall and pretty lanky, and his tattoos poked out every which way they could through his tank top.

your eyes snapped back up to his eyes and he greeted you with a friendly handshake. you couldn't lie to yourself, he did look nerdy, but it worked so well for him.

you took a seat on the couch, as they started, everyone was anticipating Noah's performance. he seemed like he would do well but you could tell his nerves were getting at him.

Nicholas explained the song to him, point to parts on the part, showing where the chorus would start and so on.

the sythn-ish sounds started to play out of the speakers and you locked in. after about 30 seconds, Noah had seemed to forget all about his nervousness and absolutely demolished the song. his screams straight away sent shocked looked to all 4 of you.

as the song got to the middle of it, Noah's blegh sent shivers up and down your spine. the boys gave each other stunned facial expressions.

the song came to and end and the boys exploded in cheers.

“holy shit! i did not expect that out of you!!” Folio said as he dapped Noah up.

Noah said his thanks, blushing at the praise.

they did a full set with their shiny new toy, enjoying how well Noah was able to control his voice. his breath control was out of this fucking world and it all seemed to so naturally to him.

your head swooned as you watched him. a part of you felt a ping on guilt in your heart. you didn't know how Nicholas would feel actually living out a polyamorous relationship.

it made you queasy to think about. of course nothing was official. shit, you hardly knew the man, what were you thinking? you could silently appreciate him, without making it weird or awkward for anyone involved.

they started playing “broken youth” which was one of your favorites off of the album and you were beyond excited to see how Noah took his spin on it.

needless he was breathtaking with it. you didn't notice how shitty the last guy made it sound now that you were hearing it how it was meant to be sung.

the band finished and you yourself gave Noah well deserved praise. you gave him a hug and boasted about his performance.

“you were fucking sick! amazing vocals on this one, boys!” you said the second half to the men behind Noah.

as you gave Noah a hug, his arms instinctively wrapped around you, feeling like they could protect you against anything. he was warm and inviting. his cologne filled your senses and you swore that was the moment you fell for him. it seemed too natural.

you pulled away, a slight blush making itself known to your cheeks, which led you to pull yourself away from him, you didnt speak much to him the rest of the night until the rest of the boys got tired and crashed on Nicholas’ couches/spare beds.

“well, im going to head off to bed, my love, but feel free to sneak in with me anytime.” Nicholas winked and gave you a small peck to your lips before heading off to bed himself.

silence filled the room for a few second, which to you, felt like forever, before you spoke up.

“how did you learn to do that? scream so well?” you were genuinely curious and it didn't hurt to get to know the guy since he was now in your boyfriend's band.

“well, i wish i could tell you but it came pretty natural to me. i messed around with some of my favorite bands sounds one day and kind of just…discovered? i guess, that i could do it.”

you engaged in the conversation by nodding and giving small “mhm"s while he spoke.

“it did take a little practice here and there to get my voice to what it is now. but, yeah most of it was natural talent i guess” he chuckled at the end of his sentence. your heart swooned at the tiny lisp he had when he pronounced his S's.

“how about you? do you sing or anything?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he took a sip of his water.

“yeah, i sing here and there. mostly in the car or the shower. but, i have been playing bass since like, forever.” a smile plastered onto your face as you spoke to him.

something about Noah enticed you so much, he seemed like a man with man secrets and you wanted to learn them all.

the night went on and on, it was now almost 1am, you could say you had gotten to know Noah pretty well within the couple hours you had talked to him.

“well, i think i should head home.” he said as he stood up.

“yeah, i think i should get to bed too. here, i'll show you out.”

he followed you through the house, giggling everytime Jolly snored on the couch in Nicholas's livingroom. you walked out with Noah, not wanting your goodbyes to wake up the drunken man on the couch.

you gave Noah a hug once more to finish the night off, Noah's hands linger on your waist. you couldn’t help yourself. it felt like there was a magnetic pull working on you and Noah, enchanting his soft, pink lips towards yours.

Noah, not thinking, put a hand on your face, closing the kiss. it was a bit weird in a general aspect, thinking about how you just met him today. but to you both, it felt so natural.

just as you went to deepen the passion in the kiss, Noah pulled away, a frantic look making its presence known in his eyes.

“oh my god- i didn't- oh fuck! Nicholas is-” he started to panic as the realization set in for him.

“Noah! Noah please can you just-” your words weren't registering in his brain, they were barely entering his ears.

“fuck! i just got this spot in the band-” his fingers pushed their way his long hair.

you pushed against his chest to get his attention.

“fucking listen to me! god!” your voice was ridden with annoyance.

“i'm not cheating on Nick, he knows i love him, but i'm poly. Nick knows this.” you gave a brief explanation, his face utterly confused.

“wha-”

“look, my house is that one over there, you don't have practice tomorrow so come over around 12 and i'll explain.” you pointed to a house further in the distance.

you didn't wait for his response, rather just turning around and getting in bed with your boyfriend.

you were genuinely surprised when Nicholas’ arms wrapped around you and his words flowed through the walls of the room.

“i saw you looking at Noah.”

your stomach dropped. you knew Nicholas knew, but its your first time having a boyfriend and genuinely being interested in someone else.

“i-..um yeah.” your voice was low, not knowing what to expect out of this conversation.

“i don't know- um…how-” you tried to get your words out but the lump in your throat seemed to catch your words.

“i'm not mad at you, baby. i knew what i was getting into when i asked you out, i don't regret it either. it might take some time getting used to, but i'm not mad.” his words were soothing to you. the tears that were threatening to spill, thankfully dispersed as your boyfriend spoke.

“we kissed.” your words were so quiet you weren't sure if he heard you.

“what?”

“we kissed. i walked him out and it kind of just…happened.”

it was quiet for a few moments.

“oh. well…i think i'd like some heads up? if possible?” Nicholas chuckled and closed his eyes, getting comfortable once more.

“yeah. i'll give you a heads up...if possibem” a soft smile spread like butter against your lips as you both fell asleep.

the next day, you woke up around 9am. very, very early considering the time you went to bed last night. you figured it was your nerves getting to you, knowing you'd be one on one with Noah again later today.

you ate breakfast with the 3 boys and watched some tv, you were having a good time, yet your mind drifted away every so often thinking about Noah and what you would say to him.

Noah: omw

read at 11:43AM

“hey, guys. i'm going to head home. i need to go feed the cats and lucy.” you smiled as you gathered your things.

“okay, baby. be safe, see you later.” you pecked Nicholas’ lips before heading out.

you somewhat hustled back to your house, not knowing exactly how much time you had to get ready.

quickly, you fed your two cats and your dog. afterwards you made yourself more presentable.

three knocks on your door and you were panicking. you opened the door and your heart fluttered at the sight.

“come in.” you smiled, hoping your anxiety wasn't too noticeable…

your orange maine coon instantly came up and rubbed himself against Noah's leg. Noah closed the door behind him and chuckled as he knelt down to pet him.

“i love cats.”

“that's eddie. he's very friendly with new people. that's lucy.” you pointed to your pomeranian who was laying on her doggy bed with a pink bow in her hair.

“and woody is around here somewhere.”

“woody? like the toy story character?” Noah smiled, standing back up.

“no, like wood. he's a havana brown, so it kind of made sense.”

as on time, woody made his appearance down the hallway, walking back and forth, not too sure on the tall man standing in the door way.

you both took a seat on the couch and you slowly, thoroughly explained what was going on with you and your boyfriend.

“i'm polyamorous. which means i can feel desire or romance for more than one person at a time.” you looked up at him, trying to read his face.

”does Nicholas know..?”

“yes, 100%.”

you explained to him that you had told Nicholas that you were polyamorous long ago before you started dating. you had discovered your sexual identity right after you graduated highschool.

Noah listened to you as you rambled on.

“i ended up telling him we kissed last night. he wasn't mad but he did say he would appreciate a heads up next time.”

it took a while for Noah to understand and grasp the concept. it wasn't a completely new concept to him. he had heard of it before but he had never actually met someone who happened to be polyamorous.

it was a lot for him to take in, but slowly he felt better about the “events” that had taken place last night.

“y/n..i think i really like you. which is so completely fucking weird because i just met you like yesterday.” he was looking down at his hand, picking at his nails.

“i feel the same..but i think it's best to just…take it slow. no labels yet. just us as two individuals seeing where it goes.”

Noah nodded, agreeing with the idea.

“can i kiss you again?” his voice was soft, not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable. but, you of course said yes.

your lips connected to one another's and it was full of passion and need, drastically different from the one you shared last night.

Noah effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. his kisses trailed down your neck, placing soft, wet kisses all over. you had barely noticeable hickies left from Nicholas that Noah had no problem kissing over.

his hands made their way down your curves and onto your ass. Noah kneaded at your skin as your hands found their way into his hair. soft moans were heard from both of you Noah seemed almost scared to progress in what you both silently consented to, so you took control.

you grabbed his hand and gently guiding it into your panties, letting his cold fingers glide through your now progressing wetness. after a couple swirls around your clit he plunged his fingers into your cunt.

your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled back, his fingers hit new spots inside of you that you could have never found by yourself.

his fingers worked magic inside you while his thumb toyed at your clit, making delicate circles.

you took it into your own hands to release his aching cock from his skinny jeans. emo fuck.

you spit into your hand and started to pump your hand up and down. Noah did the same as you, mouth in a perfect “O” shape and let his head fall on the back of the couch, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

his fingers were now alternating between fucking into you and giving your achey clit attention. you were approaching your climax.

“fuck, your hand feels so much better than mine.” Noah moaned out, a little chuckled at the end.

“you think my hand is good? wait until you feel my pussy. so warm and tight.” you said between broken moans and whines.

Noah found the perfect spot within you and it sent you spiraling. your orgasm overtook you in white, hot, burning pleasure.

you fell forward into Noah's chest, letting your body twitch and wither in his grasp. he slowly took his fingers out, licking them clean. when you came down and could once again breathe properly, he asked

“can you go again, hm?” his voice was saturated with lust. you nodded, eager to feel his cock.

“do you have a condom?”

you hopped off his lap, rushing to your bedside table to grab one.

once you got back to the couch, you scrambled to take your bottom half of clothes off, with Noah's help of course.

once you sat on Noah's cock, some sort of dominance clouded Noah's mind. his grip became tighter, as he fucked up into you, he would growl out.

“god- fuck, i could use this pussy for the rest of my life.” he watched as your clothed breasts bounced as his hips fucked into you.

your mind was filled with dirty thoughts of the man in front of you. you gawked at his tattooed throat, his adam's apple moving up and down as he let growls and grunts escape his chest.

something about Noah made you so fucking weak. from the way he carried himself to the way he spoke, it was all some weird spell he unknowingly casted upon you.

you clawed at his chest, bunching his shirt up in your fist.

“shit, you fuck so good, Noah.” you cried as you felt your orgasm approaching you once more.

you tightened around Noah, only causing Noah to fuck into you faster. fuck, you'd be surprised if you had the ability to walk after this.

you could feel Noah's cock twitching as he got closer.

“Noah, fuck, please please cum with me.”

Noah gave a count down.

“3…” fuck, you knew this would feel so good. finally getting to released after being fucked senseless.

“2…” the grip you had on each other only became tighter. you were now pressed against each other, Noah's arms pulling you into his chest.

your head was rested upon his neck, giving soft bites and sloppy kisses to the skin.

“1…cum for me.”

you both let go as the countdown ended. bliss taking you both over. it felt like heaven on earth.

you rested your forehead against Noah's as you both tried to catch your breath.

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it took 2 months, and lots of understanding from both of the boys, but you had made it official with Noah. you were happier than ever.

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ladyveronikawrites · 8 months

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Hi! Can I please have Noah x reader with number 5 from the kink list and number 67 from the prompt list?

Enjoy dear Anon 💜

[requests are still closed I am just finishing the requests I had previously.]

Impolite Part Four- I'm an unhinged. I can't get enough of these guys, and I know neither can you😘

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30 Days of Bad Omens "Ethereal"

PAIRING: Noah X Reader; Jolly x Reader

KINK: Orgasm denial

SMUT PROMPT: 67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

CW: orgasm denial, orgasm persmission, D/s dynamic, bondage, partner sharing/poly, sex toys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, collaring (submissive bracelet), unprotected p in v sex,

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** I couldn't get this out of my head. I wrote it during a family picnic you heathens I love you**

“Good morning.”

A husky voice chips away slowly at the daydream playing in your mind as you stare out into the sunrise. You bring your coffee mug to your lips, reveling in the sweet scent of coffee and the silent serenity for a heartbeat longer. In the corner of your eye, the body fidgets behind you but you pay no mind to them. The hot beverage warms the back of your throat, waking your senses. You turn slightly to set down your mug on the small table beside the lounge chair you are relaxing in.

As you turn back to face whoever greeted you, your chin is jolted in one direction and before you can process what is happening, warm full lips crash onto yours. You relax into his touch, your back pressed against the back of the chair. Noah deepens to kiss, slotting his body between your legs as he licks at your bottom lip. You moan into him as he captures your pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Threading your fingers through his hair you tug slightly earning you a groan from the tall man. Reluctantly, you break apart the heated kiss.

“Good morning to you too,” you rasp, voice still full of sleep.

“Hey, I gotta get in my kiss before ‘you know who' wakes up.” You shake your head as Noah mocks Mr. Karlsson. “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirks as he rises from the chair. You casually flip him off because he is right and you aren’t on the clock just yet. This behavior elicits a shit-eating grin from Noah as he makes his way back into the house.

Your chest tightens when you glance at the time on your watch. Today is the day before the band leaves on tour. A strange mix of sadness and excitement swirls in your stomach.

You’ve learned so much about each of the guys and even more about yourself in the past three months. Tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes but you quickly wipe them away as duty calls.

You find Noah and Mr. Karlsson sitting at the kitchen island, shutting the sliding door quietly behind you, you make your way to the coffee bar to start your morning ritual. As you grab Mr. Karlsson’s favorite mug, unironically with his name on it, you jump slightly as warm hands snake around your waist. Coarse scruff rubs against your cheek before soft lips take their place.

“Stop,” Mr. Karlsson demands in a raspy whisper. “No rules today, dear.”

He plants delicate kisses on your cheek and neck. You set down the mug as your mind begins to wander. Mr. Karlsson… Joakim plucks you from your thoughts by spinning you around to face him. Large hands grasp at your face and pull you into a burning kiss. Pulled from hot to cool by the rings on his fingers against your warm cheeks, your head begins to spin.

Relentless, Joakim splits your mouth open with his tongue and devours you. You melt into his touch moaning into his open mouth. A thud rings through the room as Joakim pushes you against the bar. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the filthy kiss. A warm tingle spreads from your scalp to your neck as Joakim tangles and tugs at your hair.

Embolden, you slide your hands up his chest and around his neck. You twirl your fingers through his locks then tug slightly, cautiously. He groans into your mouth as he ruts against your thigh. Heat floods your core and you can’t stop yourself from tugging harder. Your breathing shallows as you both fight for air and dominance. Joakim bites at your lower lip then pulls away.

Your hands instinctually return to your side as he cups your chin, his lust-filled hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of harm. Heat burns your cheeks as he assesses you. Your chest heaves up and down as you calm your breath and your racing mind.

“Are you okay?” he asks taking a step back. Hazy from the rush of hormones a few heartbeats pass before you can answer.

“Yes,” you rush out hoarsely. “That was-”

“Hot,” Noah interrupts. Your eyes meet his but you quickly glance at your feet as your cheeks redden even more. Embarrassed, you can’t believe Noah watched everything. Joakim tilts your chin to meet his gaze.

“Hey, hi,” Joakim smiles and it melts away your insecurities. “Sorry Noah can be a kinky fucker sometimes and ignore boundaries-” Joakim looks over his shoulder and throws Noah daggers. Noah lets out a dramatic huff and gets up from his chair. “Are you sure you are alright?” Joakim returns to you as Noah comes to stand nearby yet still respecting your space.

“Yeah, just surprised that’s all.” You meet Noah’s apologetic gaze.

“Sorry.” Noah leans in and kisses your cheek then nips at your earlobe. “Not sorry.” You shove at his chest and he fakes stumbling backward flashing you a shit-eating grin before turning to leave.

“Here, I got something for you.” Joakim takes your hand and guides you into the living room. As you sit down on the leather couch, he hands you a small box. When you open it you find a small rose gold chain bracelet with a small circular pendant. On it is a letter J embossed into the metal. Your submissive bracelet, like a collar but more discreet.

Joakim leans over, grabs the delicate chain from the box, and wraps it around your wrist. He locks the bracelet and brushes his lips against your wrist. “Mine,” he growls softly before kissing the same area and letting you go.

Suddenly, Joakim’s phone rings, shattering your intimate moment.

“You can open the other bag, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Joakim walks outside onto the patio for privacy. You pull two black velvet bags from the gift bag. In one bag you find a small pink insertable egg vibrator and a purple vibrating wand in the other. All at once it hits you why Joakim gave them to you.

“Want to test them out?” Noah strolls into the room and plops onto the chair beside you. “I know you are ready for more, you give yourself away so easily,” Noah smirks.

Your mouth pops open ready to defend yourself but no words come out. He’s right though. They all can read your non-verbal cues but you can read theirs too. In the same breath, each one of them has helped you become more comfortable with yourself.

Folio has helped you connect with your more wild and impulsive side so you can be less rigid. Ruffilo has helped you balance your work and hobbies and Noah gave more reading recs to add to your TBR amongst other shows to watch when you have time. Sadness grips your stomach at the reality of a quiet house. You’ve considered heading back to your apartment, which Joakim has graciously paid for while you stayed here, when the band leaves for tour but this place feels like home.

“What do you think?” Noah cocks an eyebrow in your direction. “Why don’t we show Jolly what he’s missing?” You glance at Joakim outside still on the phone. It is the last day you’ll see him and possibly the one and only chance he will let his guard down and admit his feelings for you.

“Ok,” you flash Noah a grin as you rise from the couch and he grabs the two bags.

Noah traps you against Joakim’s bedroom door. You barely catch your breath as Noah captures your lips with his. You tug on the hem of his shirt to pull him in closer. He tangles his hands in your hair just like Joakim did only minutes ago. Heat shoots through your scalp making you moan into Noah’s open mouth. Arching your back, you press into him deeper sliding your hands down his sides to grip his hips. You are positive your fingernails have marked his skin. He pulls away leaving you panting.

“I wanted so badly to pull you from Jolly and fuck you in the kitchen. Both of us taking turns making you come undone.” Noah flashes a satisfied grin as he watches the blush creep over your cheeks. “Princess, you’re blushing and you can’t look at me. That means that fantasy turns you on.” Noah tilts your chin up to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly as you clench your thighs together.

“Yeah?” Noah smirks as he snakes his other hand down your front between your legs and under your leather skirt. “Let’s find out shall we?” He taps your thigh and you obey spreading your legs wide. His eyes roll back as he cups your covered mound. “No coming until Joakim tells you to, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper as Noah slides his fingers into your already-damp panties and swipes them against your clit. Your knees bend to his touch and just like that his fingers are gone and working on the zipper of your skirt. All at once, Noah pulls down your panties and skirt as your fingers work quickly at the buttons of your blouse. Heart racing as arousal and excitement bubble in your stomach.

“Are you okay with restraints?” Noah asks as he approaches the bed taking the toys from each bag.

“Yes, I prefer them actually.” You climb onto the large bed as Noah adjusts the bed restraints.

“I know Jolly said ‘no rules’ but you know you can say your safeword at any time.”

“You know I know, Noah,” you grin shaking your head as he cuffs your ankle to the bed. “But I appreciate you asking every time. You all do and it's comforting.”

“We just want everyone to feel safe,” Noah replies as he cuffs the other ankle then moves to your wrists. Noah takes a step back and admires your bare beauty.

“You have no idea how badly I want to just take you instead, make you come over and over again on my cock. Have you screaming so loud Jolly will burst into the room.”

You squirm against your restraints as Noah crawls between your legs. The thought of Joakim watching Noah fuck you makes your pussy throb. “I know you love being watched, Ruff told me all about it, every detail from the night you were between both Nicks.” He leans over you his face mere inches from yours. “Do you want Jolly to watch?” All you can muster is a small nod, his proximity making your mind hazy. “Words dear,” Noah pecks a kiss on your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe out. The last syllable barely leaves your mouth as Noah crawls off the bed. He grabs his phone and types away a text, then turns on Joakim's computer which happens to be on the desk in front of the bed. The screen flashes on and you see the profile of Joakim sitting at the desk in the studio. His gaze isn’t on you but on something in front of him. Your jaw drops open as the realization hits you.

“Wait Noah-” Noah adjusts the webcam before turning in the chair.

“It’s ok, Jolly agreed to it. You are safe, he has his earbuds in, and no one can see or hear you besides him. He has his phone propped up out of frame. The kinky bastard.” Noah moves from the desk so you can see the large screen better just as Joakim glances down and flashes you a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” Noah asks as he grabs the wand vibrator. You watch mesmerized as Joakim slides a hand from the desk and onto his lap not hearing Noah’s question. Joakim starts to palm at the tent in his sweatpants.

“Fuck.” You bite your lip as your eyes remain on the screen.

Noah turns on the vibrating wand to its lowest setting and places it gently on your pebbled nipple. You shriek at the sudden sensation and buck your hips. Noah makes small circles around the hard bud; your clit throbs for the friction. Closing your eyes, you sink deeper into the pillows as the vibration spreads through your other breast. Your eyes spring open when something hot and wet flicks at your nipple. Overwhelmed, your back arches off the bed, and your mouth pops open. Instantly, Noah pulls his mouth and the vibrator from your overstimulated flesh.

“Fuck you, Noah,” you bite out between shaky breaths. You have gotten to know that Noah secretly loves your filthy mouth, the one you can’t have around Joakim. Your little secret.

Frustrated, you can’t clench around anything and your pussy walls threaten to flutter. Writhing against your restraints you groan hot and desperate. Noah turns off the vibrator and smirks. You follow his gaze to find Joakim has discreetly freed his angry cock from his sweatpants and is stroking himself. Still in his meeting.

“He’s thinking about you,” Noah declares; a hint of jealousy sparks in his eyes.

“I can see that.” Shy, your cheeks heat and you look up at the ceiling embarrassed.

“I’m going to get us some water and I’ll be back. Seems like his meeting is taking longer than he anticipated.”

Noah glances at the computer screen before shutting the bedroom door behind him. You can’t help but look at the screen again. Joakim is stroking himself faster. Precum glistens at the tip of his cock. When his eyes meet yours, he slows his movement, teasing you and himself. Transfixed, you barely acknowledge that Noah has returned with two bottles of water until you jump from the ice-cold sensation on your puckered nipple. You glare at him as he places the cold bottle of water on the bedside table.

“Hey, I was just trying to cool you off.” Noah chuckles as he unfastens one cuff around your wrist and leg. He helps you sit up and drink, instantly the bed sheets dampen from your arousal. You fidget nervously as Noah sets the bottle down.

“Are you good?” Concern fills his eyes as he searches yours.

“Yeah, better now,” you flash him a small smile.

“Good.” Noah binds your wrist again and kisses your forehead. When he grabs your ankle to bind it again his eyes darken slightly. “I see,” his gaze tracks the wet spot on the sheets then meets yours. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s totally normal and Jolly loves it.” Noah crawls onto the bed with the vibrator back in his hand. You notice Joakim has tucked himself back into his sweats and his hands grip onto the arms of the chair.

“You are glowing, an ethereal beauty, darling,” Noah purrs. “Let’s show him what he’s missing.” Noah turns on the vibrator again but this time presses it gently against your clit. You cant against the vibration your clit throbbing at the friction.

“Breathe,” Noah instructs and you comply sucking in a big breath. “That’s it relax.” Noah circles the wand around your clit then lowers it towards your entrance. Your legs tense as the coil in your core winds up. He circles one more time around your clit before turning it off. Agitated you hiss a curse. Noah revels in your body’s response to his torture. When you look back at the screen, it goes black. Adrenaline courses through your veins. “What if I just leave you here, wet and needy.” Noah turns the vibrator back on but on a higher setting and plunges a finger into your drenched pussy. You throw your head back and shut your eyes tight, fighting your body to not come undone. Just as the wave threatens to crash, Noah gets up and turns the vibrator off.

“Dammit, Noah.” Your lids flutter open and your jaw drops. Joakim is totally naked and is lining up his angry cock against your throbbing entrance.

“I love and hate you both.” Joakim plunges in and out of you. He strokes himself a few times and shoos Noah out with a ‘get out of here you creep’ then curses him in his native tongue.

“Fuck you too.” Noah flips Joakim off before leaving.

“Now where were we?” Joakim leans down and flicks his tongue over your sensitive clit. You buck against his tongue begging for more. Joakim digs his fingernails into your thighs as he laps up your arousal. “I’m going to miss you so much. Not just this-” he looks up at you. “But you. You are the light of my life, a blessing to all of us.” You blush at his compliment.

“I’m going to miss all of you too, but especially this.” You wiggle to bring yourself closer to him. Joakim chuckles against your center before licking from entrance to clit. He grips your hips and aligns himself with your entrance teasing it with tip.

“Me too,” he grunts plunging in and out of you, thrust after thrust chipping away at the dam about to burst. "You are close baby. I can feel it. Come for me dear. Come hard on my cock."

You scream his name as his permission sends you over the edge. Your body tenses and trembles as he fucks you through your mind-blowing orgasm. Joakim grunts, finding his release soon after. He stills inside you reveling in the moment as you both come down from your highs. With a satisfied sigh, he pulls from you and releases your ankles. Kissing each and rubbing the sore flesh. When he comes to your side he plants a kiss on your forehead and then onto your lips.

"I love you" he mumbles against your lips. Your chest warms and you kiss him back. "I love you too," you confess as he unbinds your wrists. He kisses each wrist before heading to the en suite bathroom to get a towel to clean up. After you both dress, Joakim pulls you into an embrace.

“I’m really going to miss you. We will be playing in town in a few weeks and you of course are VIP. “

“Thank you,” your heart overflows with happiness. You will miss seeing him and the guys, but you still get to help Joakim with work while he is away on tour.

Joakim leans into you to whisper into your ear, “The toys are Bluetooth compatible so we can buzz you any time.” When he pulls back he smirks wide and you just shake your head at him before pulling him into another hug.

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shinescape · 1 year

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Our Beloved

Bang Chan x Fem Reader x Minho

Requested!

note: my first skz request being a poly was not what i expected 😌but there's a first for everything. it's been a while since i last wrote anything so i'm a bit rusty. also, I tweaked a bit but hope you like how this turned out, anon. Enjoy the read!

The only thing you anticipated everyday was to go home. It doesn’t matter if you were out for about fifteen minutes or even two hours, home is all you thought of all the time. Today was one of those days you wished you hadn’t gotten up from bed at all. You were extra miserable than any other day. You reminisce about what happened a couple of hours before as you dragged yourself back home.

You watched from the cash register as the line in front of you decreased bit by bit. The couple was nearing the counter the same time your stomach involuntarily churned at the sight of them. Clenching your teeth one last time before flashing them a smile as they finally reached the counter. You waited for it. Nowhere near excited but you were ready to fake everything there and then.

“Hey babe! I knew you were on shift today.” There it was. The smile you used to like annoyed the hell out of you now. You glanced at your ex best friend as she linked her arm with her boyfriend. Your face was still smiling but your eyes were rolling in your head for the tenth time that minute. You fake a chuckle before eyeing the ordering screen to avoid casual conversation with them, her especially.

“What would you like to have?” You gave another smile, stomach twisting even worse then. You don’t exactly dislike the couple but there was something you don’t like about them. Or maybe it was her that you dislike.

You know what she wanted to order but it was the boyfriend’s first time at the shop so he was taking his time browsing the menu and thankfully for them, no one was queuing up at the back. Unlucky for you, who had to deal with her insensitive questions.

“Since it’s hard to meet you, I decided to come here and visit you at work.” Wow, what a saint. You only smiled back, not in the mood to entertain her at all. “So are you guys ready to order?” Another smile that never reached the eyes. You noticed that her expression changed momentarily but she too was trying to keep it together.

She had a hint that you were not in the mood to be jolly with her like you always do. Like you used to before she got a lover. You had given too much of your attention to her before that she never tried to make the first move at all. It was tiring. So you decided to stray away from her. She noticed and still did nothing about it.

“We’ll have two iced chocolates and a chocolate chip muffin.” You said nothing and tapped in her order all the while hearing the boyfriend mumbled that he would find them a seat. Passing her change back, you told her to wait until the bell rings. But she didn’t leave. Both of you were staring at each other, you had an unbothered face as you waited for her to do or say anything. And she did after a while.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you’ve changed and I feel like we’ve grown apart.”

With that she left and you followed her figure with hot tears brimming in your eyes. Your body jolted when a hand suddenly rested on your shoulder. It was your co-worker, his eyes widened at the sight of tears trickling down your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m fine…really” You wiped away the tears and fixed your composure but he tapped your shoulder again. “You can leave early today, I’ll take over. Also, I didn’t mean to hear your conversation. Sorry.” He gave you a concerned smile and made his way over to the register.

The tears were back and so were you. The door was right there but you couldn’t muster up the smile to see your loved ones. Of course you were happy to be back and see them but trying to smile was such a chore after what happened. By not smiling, you’d worry them. You groaned at the thought of them being overly worried and rested your forehead on the door.

“Screw it. Whatever happens, happens.”

Entering your shared unit, your ears picked up faint voices talking in a distance. They’re not in the living room, you thought as you padded further and found your bedroom door a jar. Slowly walking towards it, you heard familiar voices talking and laughing at a topic you couldn’t make up.

You stood right at the door frame and watched as your boyfriends talked animatedly on your bed. Minho was squishing one of your plushies and Chan kept laughing at whatever the other was explaining.

This was enough. You continued watching until they took notice of your figure and gasped out loud. Your lips curled upwards, unable to contain the warm feeling blooming inside at the beautiful sight in front of you. “Hey baby, why didn’t you say anything?” The older male walked over to you and let out another gasp as he held onto your shoulders. “Minho, get a towel. She’s drenched!”

“Why me, you’re closer to the bathroom.”

Minho groaned but went to grab it anyway. You pouted when you saw him annoyed but Chan ushered you to the couch outside. “Don’t mind him, love. But why are you soaked, didn’t you bring an umbrella to work?” You shook and leaned back on the couch, pulling your legs to your chest and hugging them close. Minho came back, dropped the towel on your head and went away.

Chan rolled his eyes and started drying your hair. You were exceptionally quiet and passive the whole time that he assumed something was wrong but said nothing. He doesn’t like to force things out of you and will wait until you are ready to say something yourself. But other times, he would be frank with things especially those that bothers you.

You rubbed your nose and eyes zoned to the patterns on the carpet as Chan continued to dry your hair. He told you to take off your jacket and put aside your backpack. He watched as you complied with his words quietly. Minho stepped over to both of you and heaved a sigh.

“Take your clothes off or else you will get sick.”

“Minho!”

“We’ve seen everything. Now or I'll have to do it for you.”

He demanded and at the same time held eye contact when you glared at him. Minho was also pretty observant. He knew something must have happened to you throughout the day. You grabbed the fresh clothes from him and took your time putting them on. A glass of water was in front of your face now which you hesitantly took from Minho.

Chan watched as you two interacted without exchanging words. He was amused but the glaring contest held him back from cracking a joke or trying to lighten the mood. Once you finished the whole glass, Chan took it and was about to say something when Minho beat him to it.

“Who was it?”

“No one, I’m just tired.”

Pulling you into his chest, Chan patted your head lightly all the while looking at Minho, telling him to stop with his eyes. Minho obviously did not buy it. He sat on your other side and took in your features. “I just want to know. I don’t like seeing you like this.” His voice mellowed down. But you were reluctant to tell them. It was not a big issue even though it hurts like hell.

They got alarmed when you suddenly sobbed and leaned towards Minho who was shocked at first but gathered you into his arms. Chan pursed his lips together as he frowned at Minho who smiled back in return. “It’s okay, just let it out.” Minho continued to rub your back lightly as you told them between hiccups and sniffles about your ex best friend and what she said to you before you had a meltdown.

You felt how Minho stopped consoling you and how his body froze at certain parts of your story. Afraid that he would scold you for not standing up instead of keeping quiet, you hugged him tighter and pressed your face on his chest. “I’m not going to nag at you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You loosened your hold on him and leaned back, carefully observing his expression.

“And I’m glad she didn’t get physical. I don’t know what I would do if she did.” Not only you but Chan was equally surprised at how calm he was. Minho realised that his words sounded quite unlike him and got flustered. You felt much better and pulled Chan over for a group hug, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks right away.

“Thank you for always being there for me. I love you both so much!”

“Of course, love. Now let’s get you to bed.”

After making sure that you were fast asleep, your two lovers step outside the bedroom to have a talk. You could tell there were numerous thoughts passing through their minds at that moment by how quiet it was.

“She said that the girl has no idea she’s dating hence why our beloved angel is being treated as such. Should we just confront her and make it public?” Chan facepalmed at how eager Minho sounded. He wasn’t wrong but there was a reason why you didn’t tell anyone about your two boyfriends.

“I don’t think she’d like that. Besides, you work at a hospital. What if word spreads around?” Minho rolled his eyes and leaned closer. “Or I can use my tools to make her disappear?” Chan stared at Minho unamused as the other had a devilish smirk on his face. “Then no one can hurt our baby anymore. Problem solved, everyone is happy, the end.”

“You forgot the boyfriend.”

“I can get rid of him too.”

“You’re a doctor, Lee Minho.”

“But my angel comes first before anything. Come on Chan, you want to get rid of them too, don't you?” The younger one nudged him. “I don’t want to get rid of them but I do want her to be happy. She doesn’t deserve all of this.” He stated. Protecting you from harm was the first thing he promised in this relationship but it seemed he wasn’t able to fulfil it like he promised.

“You guys…” They turned around at the sound of your voice and were taken aback that you were there by the door frame. Walking over, you held both their hands and sleepily smiled at them. “We can think of something together, come and sleep with me. It’s cold and the bed is too empty.”

Without uttering another word, they followed you. Although it was one of the worst days you had, the amount of genuine smiles they managed to bring out from you was enough to make you content. It doesn’t matter if no one knows about your relationship, it’s them being with you was what matters most.

#stray kids oneshots #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #poly stray kids #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz oneshots #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #requested

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cowpokeomens · 5 months

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To play on what the other anon said about being Jolly’s fucktoy. Now all my brain is thinking of is free use when he gets home from tour. Almost a tradition, first day he gets back it’s whenever he wants, wherever he wants and all you can do according to him is “lay there and take it like the good girl”

Hahaha hey what the FUCK

No bc y’all would have such extensive discussions before about it so when the day finally came you were practically drooling in anticipation. It starts out sweet bc you cooked him dinner, some dish he can never find over here, and you drink wine and catch up but then. 8PM hits and your 24 hour timer starts. And he fucks you right there on the dining table, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand and pushing your face into the table with his other hand. After he cums in you he pulls you by your hair down to your knees and says “clean up your mess.” 😔 makes you suck him clean and fucks you again on the couch 30 minutes later. Wakes you up in the morning with his head buried between your legs, doesn’t stop until you’re crying and pulling at his hair, fucks you anyways and says “just be a good girl and take it, that’s it, there’s my sweet girl.” When you’re covered in cum and almost comatose at 8PM, 24 hours later, he runs you a warm bath and lets you lay on his chest between his legs while he cleans you off and tells you how good you did and how lucky he is to have you 🫶😔

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #ramblin gal #bad omens smut #joakim karlsson fic #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson smut

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secretsandwriting · 7 months

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Come on Darling

A little mafia leader Noah drabble because @/starsomens and their anons were talking about it a while ago and it made my mafia au come back with vengeance so I wrote the first part of it. I haven't read it over to check for mistakes so who knows whats going on.

WARNINGS: minor character death, violence, descriptions of flesh in hair, vomiting. the reader has basically been kidnapped and is being threatened half the time, prostitution.

Part Two

The arm of the rich man who had hired you for the event was tight on your waist. You tried to ignore the pain and the look in his eyes when he glanced at you. You knew how this thing would go, it was always the worst but your pimp had sent you with the highest bidder. Overall you would be making $1,000 a day, your pimp a little more.

You heard gasps and whispers behind you. “Bad Omens is here” “what are they doing here?” “We need to leave immediately!” The arm of the man around you tightened even more, you couldn’t hold in your wince, you could only hope that the man didn’t see it.

A gunshot rang through the room, something warm splattered on the side left side of your face and the man holding onto you dropped to the ground. Before you could move, someone else grabbed onto you and you found yourself being pulled back into someone, their grip was gentle and would be comforting if it weren’t for the body on the ground next to you. A large hand cupped your cheek and turned your head away from the man on the floor.

“Have her things sent to my room.” You really didn’t want to, really really didn’t want to but you also didn’t want to end up shot and on the ground.

“Yes sir. Here are your keys.” A tattooed hand took the keys offered towards you and you watched in horror as keys were handed to Nicholas Ruffilo, Jolly Karlsson, and Nick Folio. Noah Sebastian, a man known for being absolutely ruthless. A man who only cared about himself and the other three heads of Bad Omens. He had been known to get rid of lower members of the mafia if he thought they weren’t good enough.

Noah Sebastian’s arm was wrapped around your waist and he was right behind you. You could feel his chest move with his breathing against your back. You were dead. This was worse than your previous worst case scenario.

“Come on Darling, let's get that bastard's blood cleaned off of you.” You were gently pulled away from the front desk and led to the elevator. You could hear the other three around you, sometimes you could see them in the corner of your eye. The elevator opened, the floor was pushed, and the doors closed. Trapping you in a confined space with four extremely dangerous men.

“I know we wanted him dead, but was the lobby of a nice hotel with a girl right next to him really the best place to shoot the guy?”

“According to your tone, I’m assuming you want the answer to be no.”

“I just figured he wanted the girl for information.” This was just getting worse by the second. The doors slid open and you were once again led away. “Let us know if you need help getting info.” The others went to their rooms and you were led to another, Noah opening the door and ushering you in before locking it behind you.

“Go to the bathroom. I’ll be there in a minute.” You were spun around, he gripped your chin forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m not against shooting you.” The second he let you go, you rushed to the bathroom. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you inspected the blood spattered across your skin and hair. There were chunks of flesh in your hair. You rushed to the toilet, the contents of your stomach coming back up.

Once you had successfully removed everything from your stomach, you rested your head against your arm, trying to catch your breath. You could feel eyes on you, meaning Noah must have come. You didn’t move from your spot on the floor, giving yourself some time to breathe.

“Strip.” Noah moved past you to the shower, the one word was the only thing said. While you stripped, Noah turned on the shower and seemed to adjust it. When he deemed it ready, you were ushered in and instructed to sit on the shower stool facing away from the water and towards him.

He grabbed the shower head and pulled it down, hot water ran through your hair. You could hear some of the chunks landing on the ground. The sound making you feel sick again.

“Alec’s your pimp, right?.” You nodded. “What do you know about his business?”

“He gets more than half of what my clients pay me, the percentage depends on how well he thinks I did.” Noah paused, before putting the shower head back and grabbing a bottle off the shelf. He moved behind you, it wasn’t much longer until you felt the shampoo being scrubbed through your hair.

“Let me rephrase myself, What do you know about his other business?” The hands in your hair tightened, a threat.

“Just rumors some of the other girls talked about.” Noah hummed before having you explain everything you had heard, all the rumors, what you had seen and heard.

“Alright. Dry off, I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear and tomorrow we’ll go shopping and get you some things. You’ll need it since you won’t be leaving my side until this is over.”

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian #bad omens x reader #bad omens band #bad omens cult #bad omens

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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*kicks door open*

Saw that Dottore post talking in a different language in the middle of class. It will NOT stop me for brain rotting.

God he'd say everything and anything he wants to tell you in the language that attracts you the most and he'd laugh affectionately when you glate at him with a red face. He'd be SO teasing about it, calling you pet names you don't know the meaning of but he says it so sweet and tender that it makes ur heart beat so fast,, you'd see him leaving notes to you with lines of what it seems to be a poem and you dont understand at all, and the segments do it to you as well like!!! CMON 😭😭

They refuse to help you study the language bc it's not a collective thing they do and they all use so many different languages it makes ur head spin

IM IN SHAMBLES MOOCHES... THAT ANON GOT ME ON A FRENZY OF IDEAS IM CRYING GFAHGHGDHGRSAAGGHHHH

But imagine making ur own language just to level with dottore???? After learning it and developing it n becoming fluent, you burned all ur notes and documents of your own language and u watch him and the segments fume when you talk to him in a language he has never heard of

(Now imagine talking to a fellow harbinger with the said language, teaching them to further egg on him 🤭🤭🤭)

HCHKCHDOEHFOSIW this is kaiser and it's time for me to EXPLODE 💥💥💥

AHHUDWDWD THIS IS SO SO CUTE. IM BRAINROTTING SOOO HARD BEFORE CLASS UGHHH I LOVE THESE IDEAS😭😭❤️ He would be SO relentless with teasing you, you would literally have to BEG him to return to speaking in your native language because he is a monster ugh 😒😤 You would have no idea what he's saying no matter how much you try and plead for him to tell you... you eventually hear certain words so many times you just associate them with a pet name that you still have no clue as to what it is. You HATE how much he has you wrapped around his finger and blushing but you also love it because who doesn't love when the Doctor is so outwardly affectionate to you 😔❤️ tHE POEMS BRO. THE POEMS. I think he's also very bad at written affection but since it's in another language he has creative freedom 😭 you'll never know the disgusting sappy things he'll write. The clones being in on it is the funniest part lmao you thought they would be on your side 😭😭💔

oh MY GOD THOUGH READER MAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE IS MY FAVORITEEE PART!!!! I love when reader tries to one-up Dottore, like, two can play at that game honey, i'm not your lover for no reason 🤭 LMAO i can just imagine reader grinding out their language verbally and written, day and night, just to spite Dottore and make him feel what you feel >:)

The look on their faces would be PRICELESS. Dottore would ask you to repeat what you said and you would, happily, and then walk away as if what you said is everyday language... they would be scrambling to figure out what is going onnnnn 😭 HELP YESSS Pantalone, Bina, and Childe are the best candidates 🤭 He would be so annoyed at seeing you communicate with these three so jollying... ehehe also teaching his child clone the language too, because the baby would never betray you either and would stick his tongue out at the bribing of other clones.

DEEP BREATHES KAI DONT EXPLODE- 😭

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #i love how we're all reading fanfics during class #actually this takes me back to a time when i was reading one of ur fics in class and my friend was watching me and i had to stop 😭#PLS SEND ANY MORE IDEAS IM BEGGING I LOVE UR WRITING #i cant i love this dynamic sm #how long do u think itll take for him to decipher ur language tho with that brain of his lmfao

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malice-ov-mercy · 6 months

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Käraste

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Reader

Content Warnings:

This was a request from my lyric prompt list:

Anon asked for #18

“But if I told you I loved you, would it make you wanna stay?”

A/N: I was SOOOO hoping someone would request this for Jolly or Folio and I’m SO happy someone did. This is one of my favourite songs. Long ago in a different fandom, I wrote a series based on this song. I HIGHLY recommend listening to it while reading this if possible.

Word count: 898

Tag list: @circle-with-me

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that ALSO includes anything I may write for Will Ramos.

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Running away from my problems never worked. They always found me again in the end. It still always surprised me when they reappeared. Sometimes it was quick, like the next day. Sometimes they waited until a week or month later. However, this one showed up a year later on my doorstep carrying a guitar case.

He still looked the same, his hair a little longer now. His eyes were still just as soft as I remember, though some of their luster was missing. Guilt ate away at me because I knew that was my fault. My heart hammered in my chest, begging to reach his, but my brain and legs held me in place. I don’t know why I listened to my head. It’s the reason he showed up unannounced.

His smile radiated, pulling a familiar emotion from within me, one that I shamefully ran from.

“Hello käraste, may I come in?”

The sound of the pet name tugged my heartstrings. It was both comforting and painful. Against the yelling thoughts in my brain, I stepped aside and allowed him inside.

He stood awkwardly to the side as I closed the door behind him. Suddenly the air in my home felt thick. I gestured for him to take a seat, opting to seat myself across from him on the other couch. The silence between us was deafening and terribly stifling. He glanced around the living room, examining my choice in decor.

“Your home is lovely.” He offered a closed lip smile.

“Why are you here, Jolly?”

I didn’t intend to hurt him more than I already have, but I see that I did. The harshness in my voice caused him to flinch.

“Ah, well,” Jolly said, flipping the latches on his guitar case. “I wrote something. For you. About… us. The good and bad.”

About us. The words echoed in my head.

“If you allow me, I would love to play it for you.”

Jolly pulled his guitar from its case and studied me. I looked at him slack jawed. My head was screaming at me again to turn him down, but curiosity got the better of me. Plus, I missed his singing. Despite my brain’s protest, I nodded, hoping the voice in my heart was right.

He smiled then patted the spot next to him.

“Come sit next to me, my darling, like you used to.”

My legs shook as I walked towards him and sat. I watched as he plucked the strings, checking to see if everything was in tune. He looked at me, giving me a small smile, then turned his attention back to the guitar. He placed his fingers on the frets and strings he needed. He closed eyes, took a breath, and started strumming.

I’d sell my soul just to see your face

And I’d break my bones just to heal your pain

And in these times I need a saving grace

Cause time is running out

And I’m starting to lose my faith

Tears instantly stung my eyes. I pressed my lips together to keep from crying.

But if I told you I loved you, would it make you wanna stay?

I’m sorry for the way I make you feel day after day.

I should have shut the door in his face.

And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day,

Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?

Would it make you, make you wanna stay?

Jolly’s eyes stayed closed the entire time he sang, so he couldn’t see me crying. He could probably hear me struggling to keep them contained. His voice was filled with so much pain and hurt. I knew I fucked up by running from him, but I never imagined just how much he cared for me. I was the reason we weren’t together. This was my fault. His anguish and suffering was because of me. This song represented us. The good and bad, just like Jolly said.

He finished the second chorus and took a deep, shaky breath—then he looked directly in my eyes as he started singing again.

My days are cold, my nights are long,

And I can’t stand to be alone.

Please know this is not your fault,

And all I want

Is to tell you I love you and make you wanna stay

I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. They streamed freely down my face. I could see water welling in Jolly’s too.

When he finished our song, I immediately pulled him to me in a desperate, heated kiss. His guitar clattered to the floor, his hands finding my waist much more important to grasp. He urged me into his lap. I missed the feeling of his lips on mine, the way our tongues moved together. I missed being in his embrace, his hands caressing every dip and curve of my body. I missed Jolly and I was an idiot to run from him.

I broke our kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck in a crushing hug. Jolly cradled my body against his, rubbing comforting strokes over my back. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before either of us spoke.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Please don’t run from me again, käraste. It was a terribly lonely time without you.”

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