#ugh put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day

[thehighladywrites]

— “tell me you’re mine.” “ i’m yours.”

☀︎ — pairing: azriel x afab!reader

☀︎ — summary: you dream that azriel was cheating on you and now you can’t look at him without being annoyed. It’s not really his fault, but still… azriel reassures you, promising that you’re the only one for him.

☀︎ — warnings: a sprinkle of angst, fluff, a bit of crack, smut, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, fluffy smut ngl, mentions of crying, cursing, mentions of hickeys and bruises

☀︎ — amara’s note: i loved writing this, also this is my apology fluff fic for the angst fic. hope you liked it! also english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar errors, no you didn’t 🫶🏽 i think this is my proudest work🥹

tags: @callmeblaire @rowaelinsdaughter @azrielslightintheshadows @hauntedwitch04

Azriel’s brows furrowed as you avoided his hug for the second time today and just walked past him, acting like he wasn’t more than a ghost. This whole brushing him off thing had been going on all day and he was genuinely confused. Were you in a bad mood? Was your cycle coming? Azriel knew you were emotional during this time, but you usually stuck to him like glue.

He checked his mental calendar - no, not for another two months.

Did he say something to you? He replayed everything he said and every conversation you had yesterday and today but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Well, except for the fact that you were flat out ignoring him.

Azriel felt distressed over the fact that you ignored him, and he just wanted to be closer to calm down. Knowing he might have upset you, deeply unsettled him, prompting a strong desire to bridge the emotional gap between you.

Azriel found solace in your presence whenever he felt upset. You'd sprawl on the plush bed, arms open wide, inviting him into your embrace with a soft and tender expression. His head would rest on your chest, settling his weight on you, comforted by the beat of your calming heartbeat. It was a sweet sanctuary he sought when the world felt heavy.

There was nothing calm or sweet about the way you didn't spare him a second look, pouting as you carried on with your day. Occasional dagger stares shot his way, and even though you thought he didn't notice, he did. Of course, he did. The tension in the air was palpable as your silent discontent lingered.

Azriel decided to start small and ask an easy question, not daring to accidentally say something that will set you off.

“So, angel, what have you done while I was gone? Is the book you picked out yesterday any good?”

Sipping on the delightful peppermint tea, you huffed and snorted, keeping your gaze fixed on the window from the comfort of the soft sofa in the sitting room.

“Well, wouldn’t you just love to know?”

His brain was scrambled at this point, desperately attempting to save the clearly and very obviously dying conversation.

“Uh, yes? I’d love to know. If you don’t want to talk about the book then that’s fine but-”

“You’re just giving up so easy, Azriel. Atleast fight a bit. No wonder you cheated on me…”

Huh? What the actual fuck?? Confused and shocked, his brain went haywire, jaw dropping as he struggled to find words. A bewildered look crossed his face as he grappled with the unexpected situation.

He cheated on you? What were you talking about? The mere thought of being near another woman made him nauseous. Really, he didn’t like being around people at all, so the thought of going out of his way to find someone and then invite them to bed was something that made him shiver.

“What are you saying? I would never be unfaithful to you, please let’s just talk.” he dropped to his knees infront of you, panicked, trying to find the words to explain himself and to clear his name of something he didn’t do.

“You cheated on me. Yeah, with some blonde girl. And you seemed to enjoy it, too. Ugh, I’m so pissed, I can’t even look at you.” You put down your teacup a bit too hard as you folded your arms over your chest, glaring out the window in silent anger.

The crackling of the hearth was the only sound as Azriel's face paled. He was at a loss – how did you come to believe he was unfaithful? Where did these thoughts come from? The mystery hung in the air, a palpable tension challenging the warmth of the fireplace.

“If I truly was unfaithful, can you provide details? When did this happen, and where was I with this girl?” You felt his pleading, questioning stare burn into you from where he knelt.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t keep this up. He didn’t actually cheat on you. It was a dream but it felt so realistic that when you woke up and saw him besides you, you actually snarled. There you were, struggling to look at him without mentally replaying the scene of some random woman giving Azriel's body a tour. Fucking hell, you had never felt such betrayal and hurt by something that didn’t even happen.

But it felt silly to tell Azriel that you were mad at him for something your subconscious created , a dream you had dreamt. So you simply avoided him instead.

But damn, he was persistent.

Perhaps it was irrational, but you felt a desire to stir up some drama, maybe hoping to shake things up a bit.

“Okay, Azriel, I’ll spill. Yesterday at Rita’s, this blonde woman was all over you, touching everywhere. And you, shamelessly soaked it up like it was a spa. In my dream you also smiled as you held eye contact with me. You totally knew I saw you and did it anyways.” You looked away, breathing deeply as the memories invaded your mind.

Azriel felt a combination of relief and disbelief as you revealed it was all a dream. But he wouldn’t downplay what you imagined since he deep down felt your hurt through the bond. You had already been married for decades but the bond had snapped about 7 months, still new, so he understood that seeing him with someone else was hard. Hell, he’d feel absolutely murderous if he ever dreamt of some male feeling you up and fucking you, even if it was a dream.

He stood up as he dragged you to your feet and tilted his head, assessing if he should approach you or not,

“Sweetheart, you know I'd never do such a thing, right? How could I ever be unfaithful to you, my sweet girl? You're my perfect mate, my loving wife, my everything.”

He stepped closer and closer until his enticing scent enveloped you. Oh, how did you go an entire day without being close to him? Your mate towered over you, gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up. His face mere centimeters away, a magnetic force pulling you into a moment that blurred any lingering doubts.

“ I love you more than anything on this planet. In no universe would I ever stray away from you - you’re my beloved home, my cauldron fated. Over my dead body would I ever entertain another woman. I’ve waited for over half a millennium for you and I’d wait a million more for just a minute with you, sweetheart. I will never allow myself to disrespect you like that ever, I promise.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as he drew closer, his soft lips meeting yours. In that moment, your love for him overwhelmed everything else. His gentle kiss offered reassurance and warmth, the sting of the bargain tattoo fading into the background as he continued, sending shivers down your spine.

Needing one last push of reassurance you beg him for a last sentence. Looking up at him with glossy eyes, you whisper,

“Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

"I'm yours, I belong to you. Just as you're mine, you belong to me."

Tears streamed down as your heart raced, overwhelmed by his sincere devotion to you.

He wiped away your tears gently, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. “No more doubts, my love. We're bound to each other, and I'll spend every moment proving my devotion to you.”

His words hung in the air, creating a comforting embrace that removed any lingering insecurities, even ones in dreamscapes.

You slumped in his arms, finding solace in the embrace of his huge arms. He held you tightly, rocking you gently from side to side, creating a soothing rhythm. Your tears dried, replaced by a sense of calm as the only audible sound became the steady beat of his heart. Inhaling his calming scent, you grounded yourself in the reassurance of your mate's embrace.

Azriel tenderly stroked your hair, his touch a gentle reassurance. In a heartfelt moment, he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline, expressing his love and commitment without the need for words.

Your heart swelled with love, the connection through your bond overflowing with overwhelming warmth. The excess energy and love pulsated between you two, prompting you to contemplate a way to reciprocate the comfort and love to Azriel.

Lifting your head from its resting place on his chest, you stood on your tiptoes and initiated a kiss. Your arms remained cradled by him, your head guiding the motion as you continued to share this affectionate moment with your husband.

Azriel noticed the quickening beat of your heart, your eyes fluttering as the kiss deepened. He knew what you wanted and he couldn’t deny you ever. His lucious lips curving into a smile. You did your best to keep eye contact with him but it was difficult given that Azriels eyes had darkened over with lust, pupils expanding as his lids were slightly lowered.

Staring him dead in the eyes you whispered your desires,

“I want you. I want you everywhere. I want your mouth.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I want your hands.”

You kissed his other cheek.

“ I want you inside me, mate. “

You gave him a final kiss on the lips, sealing your wishes.

Azriel let his eyes flutter shut, struggling to tame his desires. He knew you inside and out, knew exactly what pace and setting you craved in that moment. Bending down to your level, Azriel picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

As Azriel carried you to the bedroom, you couldn't resist planting tender kisses along his neck, sucking and biting as you created bruises. The soft touch of your lips added a playful warmth to the moment and you couldn’t help staring up at him. His handsome features captivated you – the straight nose, sharp jaw, and beautiful eyes. He looked as if The Mother Herself had carefully carved him. His long, dark lashes and perfectly shaped brows added an extra layer to the masterpiece that was Azriel.

A possessive pride swelled within you. As you continued trailing kisses along his neck, you couldn't help but revel at the fact that Azriel was undeniably yours. A sense of exclusivity and fierce protectiveness filled your mind, boasting that no one would ever touch him the way you did, no one would ever love him the way you did.

‘Suck on that you blonde bitch’ was all you could smugly think.

Azriel gently placed you in front of the full-length mirror by your bed, positioning himself behind you. With deliberate care, he bent down, pressing kisses to your head, temple, ear, cheek, and finally, lingering on your neck. Each kiss was an expression of affection, creating a trail of shivers along your spine and arms.

His hands slid down to your waist, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze. The slow, deliberate touch made the moment feel personal and intimate. You make eye contact with your husband through the mirror and slightly nod, giving him permission to continue.

You step back, making him feel your ass through his pants, grinding against him as his hands travel up to your breasts. Azriel lightly squeezes them before moving to play with your stiffened nipples. His moves elicit a gasp from you as you revel at the feeling of him touching you.

You press against him again, this time harder. Azriel hisses as he lightly grab your neck with one hand, focusing his clouded eyes on yours through the mirror.

“Watch it. This is about you, not me, baby.” He unzips your dress, letting it pool around your feet. Instinctively you bring your hands up to cover yourself up, looking away, and realizing that you’re in fact completely stark naked infront of your fully dressed mate.

Azriel is having none of it. He wants you to see how beautiful you are. Wants you to see how your face twist in pleasure. Wants you to notice your little quirks that you otherwise wouldn’t see. He wants you too see the goddess he’s worshipping every day.

“Eyes open, sweetheart. You have to see how beautiful you look.” His hands envelops yours as he lowers your hands, leaving you bare infront of him. You hear rustling behind you and feel a sudden warmth pressing against your back. Opening your eyes, you see Azriel undressed with his warm chest pressed against your back. He looked massive, wings splayed proudly behind him, big arms flexing as he leaned down. His lips pressed against your ear, and the hot breath sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re my perfect girl. Look at you, all nice and ready for me. Now, imagine I see this everyday, imagine you laying under me, taking me like a good girl. That’s what you are right, a good girl?”

You nod absentmindedly as your mind goes blank. You just wanna make him proud of you, just wanna please him. “Uh-huh ‘m your good girl, Azzie.”

He flashes you a smirk, hands traveling further down as he teases your clit before pushing in his finger. You let out a sound of pleasure as your head slumps back into his chest, his massive hand wrapping around your throat. In and out his fingers go as your pleasure rises, blood heating at the thought of him fucking you on the bed later. Your breathing unevens when he twists his fingers and presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles as he pushes in another finger.

Your eyes cross in delight when he curls his fingers and hits that spot that sends electricity through your body, making you grab onto his built forearm. Azriel whispers promises of nasty scenes, promises of ways he’ll fuck you stupid. He’ll make sure you’ll never think he’d stray away from you. He’d prove himself forever if that’s what it took for the thoughts to leave your head forever.

Not sure what the mood is today, you ask him for permission to come. If you normally did it without asking, he’d edge you. And that was just not something you wanted to happen today so better safe than sorry. But before you gather your pleasured mind and ask him, Azriel beats you to it.

“Cum on me. Let go on my fingers, beautiful. It’s okay baby, you deserve it. Don’t you think? After all, my girl gets what she wants.”

As if his words triggered something in you, he pumps once, twice and you let go as you scream out his name. Azriel keeps fingering you through your high, looking you deep into your eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them.

“Delicious.”

Your ears ring, and your vision blur as your knees wobble, nearly falling. Azriel swiftly picks you up, planting a reassuring kiss. He praise you, telling you how good you were and how proud he was. You couldn’t think straight, only wanting more of him.

He placed you gently on the bed, preparing to head to the bathroom for a cloth to clean you up, but you halted him with a request.

“Can I repay you Azzie?”

Your eyes sparkled, and your face glowed with a content smile. With a tilted head and a subtle pout, you hoped he would agree to your request. You were quite tired but you so badly wanted to please him back.

He sensed your exhaustion, and originally he was so supposed to keep going but you were half asleep. He changed his plans and shook his head.

“You’re tired, angel. Rest up, I’ll be fine.”

But you kept resisting, urging and pushing that you weren’t that tired. And since Azriel can’t say no to you, he accepts. You let out a small victorious sound and slither down the bed, making room for Azriel as he settled against the headboard. You moved in closer to him, leaning forward and arching your back. You look up at him once for confirmation and continue when he nods.

Without hesitation, Azriel's hands found their way into your hair, stroking your hair softly before skillfully gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. You fall on your forearms, propping yourself up and obediently await for his words of command.

Azriel gently gripped your chin, his thumb grazing your plump bottom lip. In that moment, words were unnecessary; you already understood what he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His words makes you blush.

You look away from his intense eyes and lower your gaze, pulling a chuckle from him. “Baby, stop. You’re making me nervous,” you plead, giving him a cheesy smile you kiss his thigh and move on.

Trying to hide your flustered face, you start out slowly, teasing him with kitten licks all over his tip. Azriel’s hands tightened around your hair making you look up at him with a smirk as he grits out,

“Play later.”

You suck on the head, hollowing your cheeks, before slowly taking in more and more, struggling when you feel him hit the back of your throat. Your mind replays the lessons Azriel taught you, prompting you to inhale through your nose.

His head thrown back against the headboard as his mind swirls with pleasure. He lets out groans and hisses of pleasure, his deep voice letting out praises,

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.”

“You’re doing so good, keep going.”

“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. You should look like this all the time, mouth full of my cock. Wouldn’t that be something?”

Your mates praise makes your eyes gloss over in submission. There was really no better feeling than being praised and loved by him. Your Azriel.

By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. 

The room was filled with obscene noises and gags as he hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips.

Pulling away, you use your hand and twist it around his shaft while sucking on the sensitive head. Determined to make him finish, you throw in a few sentences you know will get him there faster.

“you’re so big Azzie, taste delicious too.”

“does my mouth feel good around your cock, az? you wanna cum?”

“let’s see if my pussy feels better, yeah?”

Before you can put him back around your mouth, he grabs your arms and drags you up so that you’re straddling his lap. Without warning he pushes you down on his cock as you let out a loud moan at the stretch.

“You’re right, your pussy does feel better.”

Your hands automatically grab onto his broad shoulders as you grind and bounce on him. You tighten around him as he brings his fingers down to your clit. Looking down on him, you find him smirking, satisfied that he caught you off guard. He knew you didn’t really plan on riding him but you were not fucking complaining.

Quite the opposite actually. You sounded like some deprived whore, moaning and babbling out in pleasure, licking and biting his neck and lips.

Both of you knew you were close. Azriel breathing quickened as you tightened around him.

“Tell me you’re mine.” A soft whimper escapes you as you gaze down at your man. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks and neck. In his eyes, full of love and affection, as he whispers for the second time today that he's yours forever.

“I’m yours, forever baby, I’m yours.” Azriel chants as he comes, body trembling as you grind on him,soon falling off your high and slumping against his chest.

“I love you so much, honey,” you whispered.

You looked up at him, tears welling up as Azriel held you close, making you feel overwhelmed by the depth of love. The connection between you was an unbreakable thread, weaving through your souls. In his embrace, every touch and shared moment became a testament to the bond you shared. The room faded away as your love for Azriel became an emotional beacon, each tear carrying the weight of countless cherished memories.

Oh, how you loved him.

In the quiet of the moment, Azriel gently wiped away your tears, his eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your overwhelmed heart.

The reassurance in his words melted away the pain, leaving only the warmth of shared love.

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[gi4hao]

☆ SEVENTEEN COMFORTING YOU AFTER A BAD DAY (vocal unit)

click here for the hhu version!

— JOSHUA

• all it takes is one text about how much your day sucks. one text and joshua comes to pick you up from work himself

• and you’re so surprised to find him waiting in front of the building (with a small bouquet of flowers in hand) that you instantly tear up

• “day’s finally over, beautiful. let it all out”, he tells you as you hug him tight. and no he won’t let you apologize for being so emotional (he never does)

• once you’re back home, he gets to properly cuddle your bad mood away, which obviously makes you feel better in a matter of seconds

• there’s something about the way he strokes your cheek and interlaces his fingers with yours that makes you completely relax to his touch

• he just wants you to feel safe with him; safe from every single worry that this day has brought you. and you absolutely do, knowing that at the end of the day, he’ll always be there for you to rely on

— JEONGHAN

• lots and lots of communication: if you’re facing a problem, he’ll take some time to figure out a solution with you

• but also lots and lots of affection because he knows that’s what you crave

• i feel like he would offer to take you to your favorite restaurant, so that you can enjoy your favorite food without worrying about cooking or cleaning the dishes

• he’s also big on compliments. no matter what you do or say, jeonghan will have something nice to say to you. and he always makes sure not to only compliment your looks, because that’s not what makes him so smitten about you

• i also think he’d be the type to run you a nice bath when you get home, which may or may not include a shoulder rub because he knows (too well) that stress is never easy on your back

— SEUNGKWAN

• your problems are his problems.

• “she said what?!! ugh, i can not stand her, you’re such an angel for putting up with her bullshit everyday”

• so yes, he’ll be angry with you if you’re angry. but it’s a whole other story if you’re feeling sad (cue cuddles)

• he’d do this thing where he leaves so many tiny kisses on your temples that his lips practically never break contact with your skin

• would definitely hum a slow song to help you relax, and hearing the vibrations of his voice in his chest greatly contributes to the relief of any tension

• i think at some point he’d offer to tell you about his day, not to make the conversation about him but because he wants you to try and think about something else

• he’d pull out his phone while still keeping you close to him to show you the pictures he’s taken during the day; but you’d end up scrolling back to some old pictures of the two of you, which is probably the best remedy to any kind of sadness

— DK

• definitely an entertainer. making you feel better is a good start, but making you smile and laugh is the real goal here

• that being said, he’ll never dismiss your feelings. this man will dry your tears and kiss your salty cheeks before even attempting to take your mind off of what’s bothering you

• but once you start to feel better, he’ll make it its priority to entertain you for the rest of the evening

• so yes, he’ll blast your favorite songs in the kitchen and invite you to dance with him, in a way that’s way too formal for you to take him seriously

• he’ll grab your hand and spin you around until you’re so dizzy he needs to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from falling (how convenient right?)

• and just the sound of him giggling as he kisses the tip of your nose is enough to make you forget every upsetting thing about your day

— WOOZI

• jihoon usually comes homes pretty late. and sure, he might not be able to immediately come home after you tell him about your awful day, but he’ll definitely tell you to join him in his studio

• there’s something inherently comforting about being in his studio. everything’s calm, organized and just so woozi-like, it’s automatically working its magic on you

• “wanna keep me company?” he asks with a smile, and you know this is just him asking if you want to sit on his lap while he works (and YES YOU DO)

• he’ll probably do some basic things on his to-do list while you’re here, that way he can focus on you too, listening to whatever it is you have to say and leaving a couple of kisses on your shoulders and cheeks if he feels you tensing up again

• i feel like he’d come up with some sort of date activity that you guys could do together on the weekend, like a day trip to the beach or dinner at a fancy restaurant

• you know he prefers to stay in during the weekends but as long as you’re with him, he’s home <3

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[bwabys-scenarios]

vampire kurapika thoughts? :D

Vampire Kurapika HCs SFW/NSFW

!!REBLOGS OPEN!!

warnings: period sex, creampie, breeding, pussy eating

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SFW

-he is very hesitant to bite you. if you tell him it’s okay, and that you even want it, me may nibble you. although he LOVES the taste of your blood, he gets anxious hurting you and feeding from you in a way that could potentially harm you if he takes too much. he prefers to feed from you in… other ways.

-he is COLD to the touch, so he has a bad habit of snuggling up to you and putting his hands under your shirt to get warm. vampires can only feel warmth when touching humans or consuming blood, so let’s just say he’s very touchy.

-he’s been alone for centuries, forcing himself into a life of solitude out of fear that he would be hunted down, or that he would hurt someone. so when you, the cutest human he’s ever seen wants to spend time with him, he gets clingy and FAST

-Kurapika is so clingy, following you around at night and watching over you. you end up changing your sleep schedule a bit so you can be up with him more often, since he rests during the day. he doesn’t sleep, but gets a bit lethargic and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything but cuddles. so if you want you want to do any sort of activity with him, it has to happen in the evening to the early morning when he’s awake and energized

-again, this man is clingy and he is TOUCH STARVED!! he wants constant attention and affection, even if he’s a bit shy asking for it. he’s been alone for so long, and he loves you so much! please give him all the snuggles and kisses he wants :(

-his protective and possessive tendencies border on yandere. you’re his treasure, his precious little angel, he won’t let anyone take you away from him.

-he has a few cat like behaviors. first, he purrs! it’s so cute, but don’t point it out or he’ll become self conscious. another thing he does is knead at any of your soft spots, like your tummy or thighs. anything that’s nice and soft and perfect for squishing! he also tends to curl up with your forehead warmth like a cat as well :3

NSFW

-This man… period sex… ugh…

-he was absolutely terrified at the thought of losing control and feeding on you, so when he smelled the delicious aroma of blood on you in the middle of the night he panicked. he tore off your clothes to find the wound and try to help you before his mind was taken over by his thirst… and found the source. your pretty pussy was drenched in blood. he wasn’t an idiot, he knew what a period was, and he was just awestruck at the lovely sight before him.

-safe to say he ate your pussy well into the night, giving you gently kitten licks and soft sucks to your clit. you woke up with the pain in your abdomen feeling slightly better, and your boyfriend looking up at you from your pussy adoringly. “so good… mmph…” he purred, his mouth and chin covered in blood.

-not only is he scared to drink from you, he was also scared to have sex with you. he sees you as an angel, a pure being, and having sec with a creature of the night such as him was an act of sin. it didn’t take long for him to sink his cock into you after you begging and whining for it, but he felt bad after :( he got over it, though, when he saw how cute you looked with that satisfied smile on your face

-he makes love, and is always putting your pleasure first. he can be a bit rough and forget his strength when he fucks into you for the first few times, but he’s never had sex, and all those centuries alone really wear down on a man :( he just wants you so bad, his vampire instincts telling him to stuff you full of his cum to make more little vampires

-all he wants is to make you happy. he adores you, and your face, fucked out and satisfied turns him on to no end. you just look so cute all full of his cum!

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[jeongheart]

good morning

summary: sometimes, it's okay to be irresponsible.

w.c: 1k~

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: college is really draining the life out of me so i wrote this today after my class because i was in a bad mood and wanted nothing more than to sleep. and ugh i feel like the ending it's too rushed but my brain wasn't braining anymore im sorry if it sucks i just really wanted some comfort.

leave your thoughts if you like, it means a lot!

It was warm, everything was. The sheets covering your sleepy body, the arm around your waist, and even the environment as well, considering that the temperature outside didn't exceed three degrees.

You felt on a cloud, dancing between the consciousness of knowing that you had to get up and the world of dreams that didn't want to let you go.

You were about to close your eyes completely again, until the shrill chime of the alarm began to interrupt the silence. You wanted to ignore it, you really wanted to reach your arm over the nightstand and press "off" to be wrapped in warmth forever, but you couldn't, the responsible part of you wasn't going to let you be fooled by the hug of the bed.

With a slight grunt, you took the phone that blinded you with its strong blue light and finished with the scandal that it emitted. You left the device carelessly where it was and rubbed your eyes to wake up, the sun hadn't risen yet and your mind couldn't understand being awake when it was still dark outside. You tried to prop yourself up on your forearms and lift your lower body to sit up in the bed and begin the hard work of getting ready for the day, but Chan's arm was still wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your chest, letting out little snores from time to time.

He'd been working until two hours ago, your heart sank a little when he'd gone to bed at four o'clock in the morning, he was freezing cold from the unheated room he called his study and immediately sought comfort among the thousands of blankets you insisted on putting up every winter.

You couldn't wake him up, it would be cruel of you, and besides, he had the day off, so you wanted to let him sleep and take advantage of this rare occurrence. Carefully, you took his hand in both of yours and pulled it away from your body, he didn't flinch and continued snoring like a small child. You laughed softly and shook your head, he looked like a puppy at times like this.

The hardest part of your "get up" mission was to get your partner's head off your upper half, and finally free yourself from the confines of his grasp.

You began to get up little by little, making minimal upward movements, with your arms resting firmly on the mattress. Chan must have felt the disturbance because, with a groan, he turned his head away from you. Although he didn't turn to the opposite side, he had his arms spread out in your direction, and you saw in the darkness that his hands were searching for your figure in his dreams.

Without being tempted to return to his arms, you got rid of the warm sheets that were on your body and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling for your shoes. The floor was freezing cold and you definitely didn't want to get sick from walking barefoot into the kitchen.

Once your hand made contact with your crocs, you made the attempt this time to leave the bed but, surprise, a hand took your wrist without force but with conviction: 'you are not going to leave this place'.

You turned with a smile forming on your face and saw a very sleepy and disheveled Chan blinking rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness until he found your face.

"Where are you going?" He questioned hoarsely.

You laughed a little and shook your head, you approached his figure and gently removed the rebellious curls that fell into his eyes, he continued to stare at you without understanding the situation.

You gave him a kiss on both cheeks, and then a very soft one on his parted lips.

"I have class today, my love" You whispered a few inches away from his face.

Without waiting for him to respond, you stepped away to continue (well, start) your morning routine. But Chan was still clinging to your wrist like a koala.

"Don't go, stay with me" He asked as he approached you, a little more alert now.

Again, you laughed at the same time that you started to get dressed, still sitting on the bed "I can't, I don't understand anything and I have an exam coming"

When you finished putting on a hoodie Chan sat behind you, trapping your hips and legs with his and hugging you around the waist, and soon you were completely surrounded by him. You could feel his breath on your neck (because he loved to rest his head in the space between your neck and your shoulders), his hair tickling your ears, and the scent of his cologne that never went away no matter how many hours passed since he applied it.

His bare chest felt warm against your back, even with the thick garment you were wearing you could feel the heat emanating from his body. You sighed and closed your eyes, you were firmly considering throwing all your responsibilities out the window at the insistence of your boyfriend with a golden retriever complex.

Chan rubbed his cheek against your neck, murmuring "please, just for today" and "it's very cold, let's go back to sleep" And more variants that all had to do with not allowing you to leave.

You put your hands on his that were still on your waist and you nodded, careful not to hit him in the face "Okay, okay, you win this time", you were amazed at how easily you gave in to his words, but in your defense, it was very hard to say no to Chan, especially when he brought out the heavy artillery and started acting like a big teddy bear.

He let out a small cry of victory and, without waiting for any other reaction on your part, he turned you on your axis so that you return to your initial position of lying on the bed. You laughed throughout the entire process and, when you were covered by the sheets again, Chan wrapped you in a tight hug, pulling his weight onto your body again.

"You're a cheater, you did the same thing to me two weeks ago" You told him after a few minutes of silence.

Chan snorted.

"Sometimes you have to be a little irresponsible, my love"

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you "If I fail you have to invite me to an all-inclusive dinner"

"You know I'd do it anyway, but it's a deal" You sighed happily at his statement.

"But I know you won't fail, because you're smart and you can do anything you set your mind to" He whispered while caressing your hair.

You smiled for the nth time that morning, feeling how the stress you've been building up for weeks lessened up a little bit after hearing those words. Just as you were about to thank him for taking care of you and your worries, Chan's breathing became more calmed as he fallen asleep again.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Sheriff Of Nottingham x Fem!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You're the prettiest peasant in Nottingham, and so on carnival day you don't mind offering one simple kiss as a prize to the winner of the archery contest. You figure- what's the harm? You're an engaged woman and this may just be your last opportunity to kiss lips that aren't your husbands.

You aren't expecting a man such as the terrible Sheriff to find out you're the prize and participate. Or win-

Warnings: Its probably a mess because I wrote it while I was at work.

The Sheriff had won! A pathetic smattering of weak applause dies down quickly in the stands, no one being particularly happy he had dained to attend your little carnival. It was for the peasants; a little bright moment to hold onto throughout the dreary, poor Nottingham days. It was certainly not for him. If he had any manners at all, he would've stayed away.

But he didn't have any manners. He was terrible, and dastardly, and gross and impolite-- and now you had to kiss him!

You were seathing!!

You didn't want to do it! You wanted to look him in those beady eyes of his and claim second thoughts; say you didn't want to make your fiance uncomfortable.

... but your fiance was currently out of town on business, so that excuse wouldn't work quite as effectively. The Sheriff would counterargue, and you would end up embarrassed in front of everyone.

"Damnit," You muttered under your breath, eyes ablaze with frustration and hate on the smug, chubby (Ugh, how chubby he got while the rest of you starved infuriated you. He was more robust than even the horrible prince himself) 'law man' accepting forced congratulations from onlookers.

~

"Well well well, here we are!" The Sheriff jeered, all-too-pleased to be alone with you now. The tent was meant for the fortune tellers, deep midnight blue's and lovely maroon's strewn about setting the mood quite nicely. You'd been in here before, and the 'lady' with the fluffy red hair poking out from 'her' robes told you that you would be surprised with something today- well you were surprised. You were hoping that the fortune meant that your fiance would be home early,.. but no. No, that wasn't it. Not with your luck!

The Sheriff is about to lean in and just plant one on you- but you raise your hand up to his chest as fast lightning and firmly push him back with a careful glare. "... before that, I have something to say."

"Oh- " Either he's surprised to have a lady take such a stern tone with him, or he's surprised to see any peasant treat him so boldly, but he definitely pauses. Looks confused. Then shrugs, straightening up again with a gleaming, toothy grin. "Well, sure, sweetheart! Go right ahead~ "

Taking a deep breath, you straighten your shoulders and try not to squirm looking into his eyes. "... I want you to know, I don't care for you. You give law enforcement a bad name. You're a fiend." You blurt out bluntly, uncaring of the displeased responce you might get. You're expecting it, in fact.

... but he doesn't give that displeased responce. He just gives a jovial chuckle, his belly jiggling with the movement, and shakes his head at you. You're almost dissappinted. "Well, aren't you a bold thing??... "

"I want to be clear you disgust me."

"Oh, I heard~ "

"Good." You huff, put-out by his lacklustre and honestly, kind of amused responce.

After a moment, he tilts his head to the side and his eyes seem to glow in the darkness of the tent as be steps in closer to you once again. "Now, miss, do you think I could take my prize? Hm?~"

He'll have to duck down quite a ways, you think, noting the man's size. But, Sighing a frustrated sigh, you nod. "Yes you may, but I won't enjoy it and I hope you don't either."

"Can't promise that." He just says, before the Sheriff of Nottingham puts his large fat hands on either side of your face, and leans down, and smothers your lips with his.

Immediately you stiffen, giving a squeak against his lips at how he grabbed you so easily and overwhelms you with his sheer size. You were expecting a quick, sweet kiss when you signed up to be the prize for this competition! Mabhe on the cheek! Not- not- whatever vulgar mess this is!-

... and yet you feel yourself melting against the large fabcy pants brute of a man. You love your fiance, you love him dearly, but the Sheriff...

God, you can never think about this again after its over. It's so very horrendous. So appallingly bad that you return the kiss in order to make it go faster (thats the only reason, of course.). You have to make an oath to yourself after this. Never even think about this kiss ever again.

But for right now, it wouldn't be against your oath, to... slide your hands up his chest, would it? After all, you won't be thinking about it ever again (how soft but firm he is, the lovely fabric he wears in red and purple), so you dont see why you shouldn't...

Just as your fingers are cautiously linking around his neck, the Sheriff pulls away. He steals one more quick, greedy kiss, then steps back from you completely; a wolfish grin across his mean face.

Breathless, you struggle to pull yourself together. "Well- " Huff. "I do hope you had a terrible time."

An irritating, smug, grin pulls at one corner of the wolve's mouth. "Oh, dear, did I fail the assignment sweetheart?~ "

"... You ogre!!"

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Comfort Person (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 700+

Warnings: curse words

A/N: a quick and short one written for my girlies for a little pick-me-up, especially @swimmingismywholelife 🤍 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated ❤️

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It has been a long difficult few weeks for you and you felt like the universe was punishing you for simply just existing. Bad things after bad things kept happening and made you feel like shit – the worst thing was that most things were out of your control. The helplessness you were experiencing was quite exhausting and a lot for you to handle.

You came home after work looking all upset and tired – you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend, Christian, doing nothing until the day is finally over and probably have to go through another shit day all over again. You acted like you had no will to live anymore, though you kept wishing for good luck to finally be on your side.

Christian greeted you cheerfully the second you got home, your grumpy face caught his attention.

“Hello my beautiful lady, why so grumpy?”

“Ugh, another day another crap.” You grunted.

He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead and a big hug.

“Oh, my poor baby. Want to tell me what happened today?” He softly asked as he stroked your back.

“Maybe later, I need to change first. And eat. And watching a series.”

“Okay…” He kissed the top of your head. “Hope you don’t mind having Italian for dinner because I already got us some pasta and pizza.”

“Love it. Thank you.” You slightly smiled.

One of the things you love so much about Christian is that he knows how to give you the comfort you need. Somehow he always finds the right way to lighten up your mood no matter how terrible it might be – and this night was no different.

Now you’ve changed into your comfy clothes, you went to the living room and saw Christian was already there setting up the table in front of the TV and putting on your favorite show. He saw you coming over and his face lit up.

“Come on, dinner is ready!” He said as he pulled your hand and sat on the sofa.

He knew you just wanted to lay down and relax, therefore he brought the dinner to the living room so you could lay on the sofa and have your dinner there.

“So, do you feel ready to let me know what happened today?”

You sighed.

“Yeah… This day was terrible, again. Are you sure you want to hear shitty things all over again?”

He pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m all ears, my love.”

You then told him everything that happened to you earlier today. He was listening closely to you while you ranted about having to go through another difficult day – not once he let you out of his sight. He stroked your arms and your hair and gave you little kisses during. He really was empathized with you for what you went through, and he knew the only thing he could do was to be there for you – to comfort you in any way he could give you.

“Y/N, sweetheart… I’m sorry things have not been easy for you lately, but you know I’m here for you if you need anything.”

You sighed and slowly nodded.

“You know what, you are the strongest person I’ve ever known. Though life keeps throwing bad things at you, you’re still able to move forward. You should be proud of yourself! You and your resilience will never fail to amaze me.”

“Resilience? Do you mean me bitching about my problems?”

“I mean, that is the way you cope… And it is totally acceptable! I don’t mind hearing you, as you said “bitching about your problems”, because I’d rather you talk to me rather than keeping them to yourself!”

You let out a genuine smile and your eyes were already watery and red. God, what did I do to deserve a wonderful man like him? You thought to yourself.

“I… Ah, I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say…” You stuttered, your voice was breaking.

“You’ve said everything,” he chuckles, “don’t worry my love. I just said what I needed to say.”

You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer, you started to cry.

“Chris… Despite all this shit, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life…” You tearfully express your gratitude for him.

He wiped away your tears then kissed you.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

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[layla4567]

Until we meet again Pt2

Mihawk x Thief!Fem!reader

Summary: The scar on your face reminds you of that unfortunate Dracule Mihawk and he remembered you even though you didn't cause him any injuries. The next time you two see each other, sparks will fly.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of blood and wounds, canon divergence, sexual tension, beta read

Wc: 4k

A/N: I say again that this is inspired by the first Puss in Boots movie, although I think you already realized

Part 1

You came home angry and without being able to get the fruit. You slammed your door and stomped into your living room pacing back and forth ranting and spitting as if you were a poisonous snake about to inject its deadly liquid.

"Ugh! Who the fuck does he think he is?! That Mihawk guy is going to pay me!!"

You raised your hands to the ceiling in a state of exasperation while you snorted like a wild animal. Luckily you lived alone otherwise some neighbor would have already complained.

"Oh and the worst of all is that the gentleman has enough nerve to let me know that he was doing that just out of boredom!!! And, Ouch!-"

You had forgotten that that asshole had cut your cheek until you brought your hand to your face and felt the cut. You looked at your hand and noticed that the stain wasn't as visible, the blood was drying. In a bad mood you headed to your room to grab the sewing kit and headed to the bathroom. There you locked yourself in and took out a small towel that you rolled up and put in your mouth. You took out a thread and needle and decided to start stitching the wound. At the first sting you closed your eyes tightly and aggressively bit the towel, growling. You took a deep breath through your nose and went back to your work. The towel drowned out your screams of pain and when you finished you took it out of your mouth and noticed strings of drool. You looked in the mirror and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. You took a quick look at the now closed cut although the skin was somewhat reddish.

"You better watch out next time, son of a bitch."

You rested your hands on the edges of the sink and let your head fall between your shoulders, sighing tiredly. It will take several days or weeks for the wound to completely heal, and now you will have an ugly scar that will remind you of your failed mission.

Meanwhile on another side of the island Dracule was sitting in his castle with his feet crossed on a tea table and a glass of wine in one hand. The images of his torturous encounter with you still danced in his mind. You were the protagonist of his thoughts and now he couldn't get you out of his head. Images of your face came to him when he was discovered for the first time and the pleasant surprise of knowing that you were a female. To clear his mind he took another sip of his favorite wine while looking out the window.

But the warlord had your face and eyes stuck in his head as if they were attached with nails, and since he was a lonely man and didn't have many things to do, you were his torment and ambition right now. Although he managed to smile slightly remembering that he had left a personal mark on your cheek with his sword, so he would also be in your mind tormenting you like you did with his. Tired of thinking about the matter, he stopped and decided to go out for air and maybe why not? Test his skills with your Yoru sword against someone

Mihawk was currently on a small beach after defeating several sailors. To his bad luck Shanks was close to him and drunk as always. Mihawk had told him about Luffy and now he couldn't stop laughing happily with his cheeks red from the alcohol.

"Oh come on this is cause for celebration! Come drink with us!"-said the redhead smiling

Dracule sighed. "I guess a drink won't hurt me."

Mihawk and Shanks headed to a nearby bar. The redhead ordered a beer and the warlord ordered an old wine. Even though Shanks was already somewhat drunk, he continued drinking the thick beer greedily, Dracule looked at him indifferently as he brought the glass to his lips. The redhead was willing to talk to the silent Mihawk.

"You know, you have always been a bitter man of few words but today I notice you are more silent than usual, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what are you talking about…"-He just said

Shanks laughed and punched him lightly on the arm with his fist, to which Mihawk raised his eyebrow in annoyance.

"Oh come on, I know something is wrong with you, oh wait, I know" - he smiled knowingly - "Does it have to do with that meeting between you and that thief?"

Mihawk never told Shanks anything about that meeting since he didn't see him very often, so he was slightly surprised at the mention of this. To hide, he took another sip of wine.

Shanks laughed out loud, knowing that he had hit the nail on the head. "Aha, I knew it, you're more transparent than you think, Hawkeye."

The yellow-eyed man closed his eyes before saying "And what do you know about that, mh?"

"Not much, just that they saw you run after the one they call "The Shadow", you know, the one on the wanted posters. Nobody has been able to catch that guy."

Mihawk almost smiled when he heard the male pronoun from the redhead's mouth. If he knew that behind that cape and scarf a reckless woman was hiding.

"And apparently you didn't have any better luck, the thief was able to escape from you"-Shanks said as he finished drinking the last drops of beer.

Dracule Mihawk's hand tensed a little, his ego and pride were fragile and hearing from Shanks a man who by the way had no arm say that he had not been able to catch the thief, insinuating that perhaps he was not so skilled made him in a bad mood. . But he wasn't heartless, after all he would still keep your identity a secret.

"There is always a first time.."

Shanks looked at his friend without believing what he heard. Was the fearful Mihawk admitting that he lost to someone?

"My, my. You're turning into a softie Mihawk."

"Oh please, shut up"

Dracule rolled his eyes and stood up to leave the bar and the redhead alone. Did that girl really have enough influence on him to bring out his soft side? It will be better that the next time he sees her he is more firm and cold, after all he was the most feared swordsman, not her.

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER

When you weren't stealing under your disguise and your pseudonym you worked in a bar singing. You didn't need the tips they left you but you had to pretend that you made a living so they wouldn't get suspicious. Your mother had taught you to sing after dad left, that helped to somehow alleviate the pain, it helped her dissipate the pain. And she loved to sing for you and teach you, how your eyes lit up when you heard her and how with your little voice you would then accompany her and harmonize her on the nights of the full moon.

You perfected your technique until you reached a wider vocal range, you didn't sing like the gods but your voice wasn't bad at all. You asked for permission and started singing in small bars until you reached the one where you worked now. The men seemed to like your voice and you had realized that they left you more tips if you shortened the length of your almost burgundy red dress, which disgusted you a little but you had to learn trust, security and flirtation.

The chords of a piano began to sound while the hubbub of the voices of the gathered people became quieter, eager to hear your sweet voice. All eyes were on you and you knew it, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath and then opened them again and started singing.

The day I first met you You told me you never fall in love But now that I get you I know fear is what it really was

The words slid off your tongue like crystal clear water while you moved your arms and hands making light waves attracting the audience.

Now here we are so close yet so far How did I pass the test? When will you realize Baby I'm not like the rest

You looked at people as if you were the hunter and they were the prey, you had them eating out of the palm of your hand with your seductive movements of your hips. You wasted sensuality

Don't wanna break your heart Wanna give your heart a break I know your scared it's wrong Like you might make a mistake

You were smiling, enjoying the show you were putting on when suddenly a figure almost made you speechless. Your smile fell slightly and the tone of your voice trembled a little. Dracule Mihawk himself had entered the bar, he was the last man on earth you wanted to see and now that bastard had approached the bar where you were singing, as if there weren't thousands of others around to drink from. You decided to avoid looking at him and forced a smile although now you felt slightly uncomfortable and annoyed.

Meanwhile the tall man had entered with slow steps dressed in his cape and his characteristic hat. Inspecting the place, he found your presence on stage, his gaze swept over the outfit you had chosen that day as he raised an eyebrow. He sat in a chair near a table while ordering a glass of wine. Your voice blessed his ears as he noticed that you were avoiding looking at him.

There's just one life to live And there's no time to wait to waste So let me give your heart a break Give your heart a break Let me give your heart a break Your heart a break

Oh yeah yeah

You closed your eyes, trying to momentarily disconnect your mind from the place where you were standing and evoked memories of when you sang in your room with your mother. The memory caressed your heart and allowed you to sing with more feeling. Mihawk analyzing you with his hands clasped in his lap did not take his eyes off you.

A Sunday you went home alone There were tears in your eyes I called your cell phone, my love But you did not reply

The world is ours if you want it We can take it, if you just take my hand There's no turning back now Baby try to understand

You continued singing with the piano chords accompanying you, you continued to have your eyes closed and you moved your legs and your head to the rhythm of the song. Although you hadn't opened your eyes, you could feel Mihawk's piercing your eyelids. What the hell did he want now? The truth is that what the warlord least expected was to find you in that tavern, he had genuinely gone there to have a drink because it was the one closest to him but he also made no move to leave when he saw you singing.

There's just so much you can take Give your heart a break Let me give your heart a break Your heart a break

The day I first met you You told me you never fall in love

When you finished the song you opened your eyes slowly and it was as if a spell had been broken. You heard the sound of people applauding and whistling with satisfaction. You smiled enormously looking at the audience, you accidentally met Mihawk's gaze. Somewhat disturbed you left the stage down the small stairs. The live band continued playing as the sound of a guitar joined in. You looked back at Dracule who now had his eyes on his half-finished glass of wine. You were fed up and decided to end this once and for all.

You walked with a sure step and your chin raised towards where the yellow-eyed man was, feigning security you stood in front of his table and hit the table with your hands while you leaned and leaned slightly, looking at him menacingly.

"Are you still so bored that you follow me now?"

Mihawk didn't even flinch at your aggressive tone and simply looked at you indifferently as if he were tired.

"Not everything revolves around you, darling"

Your tough mask almost fell because of the nickname, it was the first time he called you that. He didn't seem to notice so he continued talking.

"To keep you calm, I only came to have a glass of wine and rest, I didn't know you worked here"

"Oh yes, I'm much calmer now."-You spit ironically

He sighed. "If my presence bothers you so much, I'll leave."

With that he stood up and now you had to raise your head to look at him. He left a small tip on the table and with long steps headed towards the exit. You didn't want him to leave and not because his person was something pleasant to you, but you wanted to tell him a few things to his face, for example that he would stop the stupid game of cat and mouse every time he saw you and let you steal in peace, then After all, he was not a saint to pretend to do good deeds. Offended, I made you walk next to him.

"Wait where do you think you're going? I'm not done talking to you…"

Suddenly you almost gasped when you saw someone you knew near the bar. He was an unpleasant sailor with whom you had had an altercation a few days ago and he didn't want me to see you. You stood in front of Mihawk who until now had ignored you and stopped him by grabbing his arms, he looked at you, frowning slightly. You watched the band live and an idea occurred to you.

"You know how to dance?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why the question?"

"Just humor me"

You grabbed his arm and approached the other people who were dancing, trying to be as far away as possible from that pedantic sailor. The strumming of the guitars played a happy and lively melody, you hoped that the warlord would not be as rigid and cold to dance this type of music as he was to speak. You stood in front of him, looking into his eyes and guided his hand to your waist.

"Keep up with me"

He seemed impatient as if he were around a child who talks a lot but turned out to be light on his feet and a good dancer. He moved gracefully as he spun you in place. From time to time you would take quick glances at the man at the bar, keeping an eye on him.

"May I know now why you refused to let me leave?"-he said quietly

"There's a guy there at the bar, a stupid guy who came up to me lewdly when I was singing one day. The poor guy had a fragile ego and I broke it. Now he's upset about it."-you whispered

Mihawk turned a little while still dancing to see him better. A brown man smoking a cigarette, had a stubble and was laughing out loud with his friends. That man definitely exuded a shady vibe. Dracule leaned closer to your ear.

"I see, and are you sure that's the only reason you wanted me to stay?"-He said with a hint of hidden mockery, I was trying to provoke you and teasing you.

His deep voice tickled your ear and sent shivers down your spine. Shit. No, you won't let him scare you or make fun of you. You clenched your jaw, swallowing your anger, and turned to rest your back on his chest. Now the only thing that united them was their hips, colliding with each other, stuck together like chewing gum while they both moved their legs, crossing them to the rhythm of the music. Your arms raised at the height of your ribs.

"Whatever you're implying, it's not true."

"Believe me, I'm not implying anything, but I find it hard to believe that a thief like you hasn't taken care of him before? Are you afraid of him?"-he said innocently

He would have to be afraid if he kept talking like that.

You lifted your chin, feeling like the volcano of rage inside you was about to erupt. With the calmest tone you could force you said

"Watch your tongue Mihawk or your next words will be your last. It's also funny that you say it, being the person who let the most wanted thief go free. Did you get cold feet?"

A deadly silence was the most delicious response. I could hear him stir for a few seconds. You suddenly let out a weak gasp when you felt his firm grip on your waist forcing you to turn and look at him. He pulled you closer by placing one hand on your back and then leaned you back, grabbing your thigh with his other hand and raising it to the height of his hip.

"I assured you that any problems you may have will not come from me…but don't play with fire either, or have you already forgotten your scar?"

His eyes did not leave yours and you could notice that they were slightly half-closed, suggesting a threat, his warm breath was close to your nose and it caused shivers again where he had his hand on your back. He looked at your scar for just a few seconds and you remembered how the people at the bar asked you about it and you invented that you had cut yourself on glass. Damned

"And I assure you that I won't get burned, I have always liked playing with fire"

He raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed, and brought you closer to the ground, leaning towards you. You threw your head back letting your hair fall and brush the floor, then he slowly picked you up.

"Let's continue then, and see where all this takes us."

They continued dancing and the music continued. Mihawk grabbed your hand and then spun you around until your back collided with his chest and he raised your thigh again until your leg was around his waist and you placed one arm behind his neck. Despite the hatred you felt for him you couldn't help but form a small smile. They both danced so well that you soon forgot about the annoying sailor. When the music stopped you two separated somewhat exhausted, he bowed making a small bow towards you. A true gentleman, you thought ironically. You were about to speak when a voice silenced you.

"Hey you, slut! You owe me something!"

The brown sailor with the swollen veins in his neck approached you, pushing Mihawk who gritted his teeth.

"I finally found you little slut"-He said standing in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw how Dracule tightened his fist on the handle of his sword until his veins stood out, ready to cut his neck if necessary.

"I already told you that I don't owe you anything, I'm not going to sing to you in private anywhere, you filthy animal"-You growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh I think so, come here you dirty whore"

The man grabbed your arm tightly and dragged you with him, Mihawk was already unsheathing his sword deadly serious when suddenly you grabbed the sailor's hair and slammed his face against a table, immobilizing him. He groaned in fear as people stood up startled. You approached his face with your entire body tense in fury.

"The next time you touch me or any other woman I'm going to make sure you wake up in a box buried under the sand."-You said with a calm voice but hard as steel.

You violently let go of the sailor's hair and he stood up trembling slightly, you looked at Dracule and he simply put his sword away again. Then, somewhat calmer, you looked around and saw the angry people, especially the friends of the slug rat that you had hit, who were now approaching with unfriendly faces.

"Come on, get her!"

Cursing you backed away until you turned around and saw Mihawk heading towards the exit with a hand extended towards you.

"Quickly, don't make me change my mind."

You nodded and internally thanked him for his help. You took his hand and you both ran away from the bar.

"Where are we going?"-you asked breathlessly

"To my castle"-He said to look at you and stop running

Castle? Ok, you didn't expect that…

The castle was huge and gothic, as dark and gloomy as he was. When you entered you thought that its interior was going to be cold but you saw that there was a fireplace lit, for him being someone solitary he lived quite comfortably. The walls were gray stone and the floor was wooden but there were large velvety rugs. Mihawk took off his cloak, leaving it near a sofa and sat down. You approached the place somewhat intimidated.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Did you expect me to abandon you in that bar?"

"No but..-"

"Darling I'm not a monster"

Damn, there was that stupid nickname again that tickled your tummy, you wanted to hit yourself for feeling that. You crossed your arms in silence and walked to the fireplace, standing and watching the fire crackle. The warlord dedicated himself to contemplating you, as the orange light of the flames hit your face and highlighted it, it was decided that the more he saw of you, the more he confirmed that you had a pretty appearance.

"I wouldn't want to be nosy but can I ask you why you decided on this very particular.. profession?"

You turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow and an amused smile.

"Why? Do you think it's too dangerous for a woman?"-You said sarcastically.

"Not at all, in fact, I think you're more skilled than other male pirates I've met."-he said sincerely

You were surprised by his humble response, you expected some insult or mockery from any kind. You relaxed your body as you noticed that this man, the one they called the warlord, was ironically more peaceful than any savage pirate. You sighed

"Because of my mother, when my father abandoned us with him, all the money left and my mother was unemployed. I was so desperate to see her happy again and try to support the family I started stealing, first small things and then bigger things "I never told her what I did, I felt like I would disappoint her but we needed the money so badly…I know it was stupid, I shouldn't have done it."-you hung your head in shame

"I'm not judging you"

You raised your head looking at him in confusion, people always saw thieves in a bad light even if they stole out of necessity and you knew that what you were doing was wrong but sometimes others were cruel and insensitive when you tried to explain your motives. That's why you were surprised to know that he understood you. He noticed your astonishment and simply said

"I was a fugitive too, you know?"

You nodded remembering Mihawk's old wanted posters. You sat next to him tired. After a while of silence he spoke.

"Sometimes you don't choose the loads you carry, but you can learn to get stronger with them"-he said looking at the fire

You were left speechless admiring his philosophy, who would have thought he was such a profound man. It seems that inside that head there was a fantastic world of wisdom and good advice.

"You are good and I mean it really good, keep training and there will be no one to stop you"-now looking at you

His yellow eyes seemed more golden, shining in the light of the fireplace, like a puddle of sweet, cloying honey. Once again you felt that tickling in your stomach but this time it didn't bother you, you decided not to fight the feeling, you wanted to get closer to him. You gently leaned into his face and he did nothing to avoid it, he tilted his head and focused on your lips. You got even closer with your mouth slightly ajar, feeling that his mouth was already closer to yours, just a few centimeters away. Instinctively you closed your eyes and he stayed there, when you thought he was going to kiss you you felt his beard tickle the side of your face and his mouth on your ear.

"You can stay if you wish or leave, the decision is yours. You will be welcome in this castle when you find yourself in trouble."

He moved his face away slowly, wanting to see your reaction. Your cheeks were a little pink and you were swallowing nervously. That man knew how to talk to make a woman feel weak. Feeling that his eyes were boring into your soul, you looked away and cleared your throat.

"I appreciate your noble offer, but I think I should go."

He closed his eyes and nodded. You stood up quickly and clumsily heading towards the exit. You didn't even look back, you couldn't. Just as you came in, you came out

MONTHS LATER

You decided to take Mihawk's advice and you continued training, day and night with sun or rain, you did not stop until you acquired strength and discipline. You were aware of your body and what your strengths and weaknesses were, you armed yourself with more large and small swords and some pistols. You never thought that your enemy would help you overcome yourself, but you were eternally grateful. You didn't see him again after that day because if you had you would have started turning red and babbling incoherently. He no longer provoked hatred or anger in you but something but, love. Had he bewitched you? Was he a magician apart from being a pirate? You were almost sure of that.

You were still stealing but now you had become a kind of Robin Hood, you stole from greedy selfish people and gave to the poor and needy. Of course people were still looking for you because of that but you had gained some popularity and sympathy from others. You were still wearing your black cape but this time you didn't bother hiding your face and although your wanted posters still called you "The Shadow" now some people called you "The Light of East Blue" since you provided clear rays of hope to the people poor as an angel beenfactor sent from heaven. What an irony of life, you thought, if you were the angel Mihawk was the devil, although you knew that in reality he was far from it.

And talking about stealing and giving it to the poor, that's when some men sent by the government started chasing you, cornering you. Smiling with amusement, you opened your cloak and unsheathed your sword.

"Come and get me, gentlemen"

Your sword collided with the others, echoing in the air, even though you were outnumbered, you were now stronger than before, you enjoyed good resistance thanks to your arduous training that was finally bearing fruit. Your surprise was great when in the distance you saw Mihawk approaching from behind and wounding an attacker. Just in time, you thought.

"Need help?"-He asked even though he already knew you didn't need it.

With effort you tried not to get nervous in front of him. "Aw, you can't live without me, right?"

He rolled his eyes, pursing his lips, turned and addressed the men.

"Why don't they pick on someone their size?"

He stood at your side and the fierce opponents clashed their swords again. With a movement of his arm Mihawk made a kind of wave and cut the men's torsos. When they had fallen, you ran away and climbed a high wall, he followed you.

With a hand over your eyes as a visor you saw in the distance more men coming for you, they seemed angry. Dracule also saw them and turned to talk to you.

"Escape now while you can, or they will show no mercy."

"Aren't you coming with me? They won't be pleased to see you here against them."

He unsheathed his sword "You get used to it."

He turned completely to go after the men when he noticed that something was missing, suddenly the sun was shining on his head. He looked at the floor and his shadow did not project the same silhouette. His hat was missing. When he turned to look at you again he saw you with his hat in your hand and all your weight on one leg while you rested your free hand on your hip. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Cunning hare…"-he sighed

You laughed and put on his hat that was too big for you.

"We will meet again, little bird"

"Sooner than you think"

You blew him a flying kiss and jumped down to the other side of the wall, disappearing from his sight. He narrowed his eyes just a little and a corner of his lip lifted slightly. Now feeling unprotected without his hat and with his brown hair wavy in the wind, he tightened his grip on his sword and walked steadily towards the enemies. Yes, he was sure he would see you again, you had to give him back his hat…and his heart.

#imagine #one shot #female reader #x reader #opla mihawk #opla x reader #opla #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one peice #one piece #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #mihawk one piece #mihawk opla #mihawk x you #mihawk x fem reader #pirate reader

[chrissturniolosbitch]

WORK

a/n- this is a cute short lil smut!

summary- y/n has a bad day at work, then comes home to a messy house and shit goes down.

another a/n- most my shit is short and straight to the point... get used to it!! and ily 🎀

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Today has been a stressful day. All day at work people were being such assholes to me, even my co-workers, and boss. i just wanted to cry.

I knew i couldnt just leave, so i had to go a whole shift listening to everyone bitch and complain about how much i suck.

I just wanted to go home and be with my boyfriend.

When i got off work, i sped home. I knew i just needed Chris. But, nothing today was going good for me.

I pulled into the driveway, and went to the front porch. As soon as i unlocked the door i saw chris, he was just sitting there playing fortnite while the house was still a mess. He had all day to clean up for me, and i even asked him to, 'Why.. Just why.' i think to myself as i started to crazy clean,

"y/n? Hey baby!" I ignored him and continued to clean, "What wrong? Are you okay?" He said trying his best to put 2 and 2 together. I lost it in that moment everything today just sucked.

"Christopher i fucking asked you to clean before i got home. Is this all you do? all fucking day while i slave away at work you just play fortnite?" I said holding back the tears that wanted to spill out of my eyes.

Chris frowned.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a spray bottle so i could wipe down the counters when chris decided to speak again, "Im really sorry baby.. i know youre frustrated and im seriously really, really sorry y/n"

He said a he slowly opened his arms, and started walking twards me, "No! chris dont fucking touch me im not in the mood right now!" I warned him, but he still walked twards me with his arms out.

When he finally got to me he wrapped his arms around me tightly, no matter how much a tried to get out he always knew how to calm me down, "Its okay baby, im here for you. Ill always be here for you." He said petting my head, squeezing me tight.

In that moment i bursted into tears. I cried, and cried, and cried.

"Please chris im sorry, today has been such a stressful day, everyone just hates me, and acts like im a lazy peice of shit, im so sorry chris pl-" I said sobbing into his chest leaving his shirt wet, when chris suddenly cut me off, "Its okay y/n. And i dont know what there talking about, you are the most hardworking, independent woman i know!" Chris said trying to make me feel better.

For the rest of the day chris, and i
cuddled, watched movies, ate dinner, and showered.

After we got out of the shower chris took off my robe leaving me bare, i shivered at the cold touch of the air hitting my skin, "Wow. You are so beautiful ma" Chris said scanning my body, "I think youre petty handsome myself!" I said pulling chris in for a kiss, the kiss started of slow, when suddenly chris gabbed my waist, and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I tried my hardest to fight for dominance, but Chris obviously won.

Chris pulled away and suddenly pushed me onto the bed, "chris." I said giving him doe eyes, "I know baby." He said pulling his towel off his waist, his dick was already hard with precum dripping out off his tip, and down the sides.

I scotted back on the bed opening my legs to let chris know im ready. He looked me in my eyes for approval and i just nodded, "Words baby, speak up" He said innocently, "Yes fuck chris, plea-" Before i could even finish my sentence chris punded his dick into me, I moaned at this sensation, and started to cried from pain, and pleasure, "fuck christopher" i practically screamed grabbing onto his biceps.

Chris kept on slamming into me at an ungodly speed, "ngh. ughh" I said unable to get my words out, "Do you like this baby? huh? do i make you feel that good you cant even speak?" Chris said chuckling, "Yes chris you make m-me fuck.. fell s-s-so good ugh" i said barley able to get my simple sentence out.

I felt a familiar knot start to for in my stomach when chris suddenly started to slam directly into my g-spot, "FUCK! please chris dont stop im so close" I said about to release, "I wont stop baby, i got you. Always" He said as he started pound even faster and harder into me.

I felt my legs start to shake, when suddenly i released all over chris, "fuck baby can i cum in you?" Chris asked looking you in the eyes, "yes please fill me with your babys" His eyes widened as he grunted out my name and busted a whole load inside of me.

i let chris stay inside of me untill he softened up.

"thank you chris, for always making me feel good" I said pulling him in for another kiss, while he started to pull out.

"always mama" he said kissing my back.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

[mrsgravity]

jealous (TAA)

Note : Jude in this story is in Liverpool because I can't get over the idea that he's not coming to Liverpool and that makes me (💔)

W : angst , toxic Trent , bad words

English is not my first language 🫠

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Your laughs came high with Jude because of a ridiculous joke he made, You couldn't resist and held your stomach hard. You two spent the last minutes gossiping nonstop until your third gave a reaction

"Why are you so fucking loud?"

Trent scoffed as he removed his headphones which he no longer heard much from it because of your voices, you looked at Trent while you narrowly hold your laugh.

"Then why don't you join us?" You looked at Jude and you two exploded with another bout of laughter, Trent rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing. You used to mock him always, he was the calmest person among you and then you and then Jude ... I don't think he's even on the list of calm people. Very loud , funny , passionate and loved by almost everyone.

Either Trent? You wouldn't say he was the exact opposite, but he was remarkably calmer and conservative. And you were right in the middle. You've known your boys throughout your work here. You've been through all their wins and losses, and you wouldn't have been happier than seeing them happy around you. Of course you knew Trent a while before Jude, and by his coming you got closer to them more.

You continued gossiping next to Trent, who didn't take his head off from what he was watching until you decided to tease him a little by pulling his headphones

"I don't have time for games y/n give it back"

"Come and take it" you put it in youe head and looked at him with a playful look. He sighed and get up from his place in disbelief that he would engage in these childish acts, he stood in front of you and reached his hand waiting to get it back. And when he thought he'd get it you pulled it back from him and repeat it again and again, enjoying it.

"Alright keep it to yourself"

"Ugh you're so boring, I'll give it to Jude"

"let it be"

He returned to his seat surrendered and you smiled triumphantly to Jude "I told you he is in a shit mood today" You complete your conversation with Jude, and you're not realizing about someone else's gazes that almost penetrates you.

The following days passed without any events that might be remembered, the boys indulged in training and you got busy working too. Trent has been working a lot in recent times due to the decline in his level, that you noticed he was overexerting himself. Jude has been a supporter during this time a lot, in any case you've given the best of you to them as well.

Jude came to you to lie on the grass tired and then Trent followed him, you extended him the water bottle to drink

"You can't overstress yourself like that, in that way you'll collapse before you get better"

"When did you see me collapse before?"

He wiped his mouth and you looked at him with a smirk, you didn't deny that his confidence and foolish ego was attractive some times but your pride was too big to fall for him that way.

"You're a human after all"

You extended your hand for Jude to help him get up while Trent returned to the field, and you found yourself complaining to Jude involuntary.

"I think he ignores me sometimes"

"Ignores you how?"

"I don't know.. he doesn't treat me very well these times"

Jude arched his lips and put his hand on your shoulder

"Do you want me to talk to him about that?"

"No .. no Jude I'll deal with it"

Honestly you didn't know how to deal with it, you tried to think of something you did that might have bothered him, but he was your friend. He wouldn't be bothered by something that came from you, and if that happened he had come and let you know. So you didn't think of anything else than giving him time because he was a person with private space and you didn't like to intervene.

"Are you free tonight? We can spend time if you want"

"No Judie you better rest"

You knew he was trying to comfort you, but you didn't want to give the situation more attention, everything will be back as it was.

After that you started watching Trent's actions carefully, He was quiet as usual except for some annoyances act by harassing this and that. And by interacting with Jude so he won't notice what you're doing. Sometimes you noticed he prolonged looking at you, It was normal but it was intense this time and you decided to ignore this again because his actions are unpredictable. Jude was creating an atmosphere to talk as usual and you were trying to talk to Trent more, most of his answers were looking at you and nodding and you were smiling at him anyway. He excused to go and do something, and as soon as he left you sighed and you were on your own with Jude.

"Is that because I pulled his headphones?"

"I don't think so, I think you should talk to him"

"But I don't know what I've done"

Then you two stopped talking when he came back

"Something important I don't know about?"

"Nah bro we're not planning to kill you"

Trent hummed and Jude suddenly thought to leave you two alone so he look at you with an encouragement look and excused to leave, and at this moment you felt like you didn't know exactly what to say and why so you just looked at him until he noticed you

"Hmm?"

"Nothing but.. I wanted to know if you are upset from me"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know ask yourself"

"Nah you're delusional"

His answer wasn't enough to you and you even felt like he didn't want to give you the right answer so you wanted to press him more

"But Trent you've been ignoring me sometimes and I'd like to know if- "

"I told you y/n you're delusional, no one is ignoring anyone"

"Fine .. I have to go back to work"

He talked without even looking at you and you got up and went somewhere else, you barely understood that he was so carelessness to you and you still unanswered. You came across Jude on your way talking to someone then he noticed you and came to you

"So?"

He was waiting for your answer but you shook your head and didn't stop walking

"What happened?"

"Nothing interesting"

"Come on y/n you leave me unanswered"

"He didn't want to tell me anything"

You felt like he was a little harsh with you but you'll come tomorrow and pretend nothing has happened, until he makes an apology about this maybe.

"I'll talk to him"

"No need Jude"

You grabbed his arm and stopped him from helping you

"Everything will be alright".

You came home late and threw yourself on the couch, you were so tired that you lazed making food but you got up for a cup of tea as you think about what happened today. Bad mood Trent was all you thought about then you got a notification from your phone. It was Jude checking if you got home or yet. You loved how he cared about you and supported you always, very lucky to have a friend like Jude. You would never have compared him to Trent but after what happened today you started asking yourself if Trent had changed or not, but you knocked out all these thoughts and went to talk to him, so he might have gone back to normal a little bit

You

You awake?

Trentskii💥

Yeah

You

How do you feel?

Trentskii💥

I'm good

Why

You

Nothing I was just checking

Seen

You bit your lip and waited for him to react but he was silent, a little anger sneaked on you because he didn't think of apologizing for what happened today. Does it make sense that he forgot?

You

Did you forget something?

Trentskii💥

Don't think so

You

Oh

Seen

You

Why did you get so cold?

Trentskii💥

Am I?

You put your phone aside and decided it's better to sleep because there's no point in this. You were really mad at him this time to ignore you that way, and the worst thing is you didn't know why. He was bad and you couldn't bear it any more.

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He was looking at the ceiling for a long time, then he finally noticed that he couldn't sleep. He sighed and picked up his phone by the pillow and found nothing interesting or someone to talk to at this time except he was checking some chats. He huffed and he got up to sit on the edge of the bed stroking his forehead, the nights he wasn't able to sleep were awful. Suddenly he got a notification on his phone and you were checking if he was asleep or not. He took a moments to think about what to answer then he just go on with yeah. He found you asking how he was, something he didn't find out about, yet. He wasn't okay these time and you already figured this out. It's like he's not comfortable telling you things like he used to do .. and it got annoying for him. He found himself keeping you away from him which he didn't count and didn't want to do this to you but his feelings prevailed at that moment. He noticed that you ignored his last message and guess you gave up and just went to sleep.

In the morning, he found you avoiding even looking at him but he wasn't surprised anyway, expected to treat him this way indefinitely. Jude was going to her from time to time so he didn't worry about you being alone. Since morning, he hasn't spoken a word and been quiet so he found Robbo asking him if he was okay.

"I'm good no need to worry"

He was incredibly upset. And what upset him the most is when he sees you go to deep talks with Jude without feeling what's around you, just a lot of rubbish. You made an eye contact with him accidentally and he saw you turn your face and don't care about him at all. Which made him dispute more and more. He let the training early for today and was the first one who leave, doesn't want to see you and stop him on something.

Jude saw him leave quickly and couldn't reach him to stop him. He asked if you knew what's wrong with him today and you didn't think of telling him anything

"Do you want to go out tonight? I feel like work prevented me from the world a century ago"

Jude approved your ask and you finally felt like you were going to do something that felt good, and appreciate that one of your friends was with you, either Trent decided not to bother you two and go home and stay up over other things, his thoughts. Lots of concerns have come to him, not sure if the half of it was true or not until his head started hurting him

They say you won't know that you love someone until you see them fall in love with someone else. He finally confessed to himself but he won't dare tell you, not after seeing you so happy with Jude and not with him, and not after he pushed you himself from him. But what was he missing? He gave you everything he could and at the end he felt you prefer Jude instead of him. You made him feel shit so he put all the blame on you and not him.

And while that you were fooling around with Jude and having fun with him, you couldn't stop yourself from admiring all these moments .. running and laughing for no reasons and sneaking here and there in the city at night, hoping no one will catches you two. You felt you were free from everything, you felt like the world loved you. Although you're worried that someone will see you together and have problems but your mind was clearer than thinking of a problem right now.

Passing the luxurious bars of VIPs then down the streets and running randomly, the lights of the city's stars were so beautiful on you, but you felt like every one of them were blaming you for something you didn't know what was. Your hands were in your pockets and walking next to each other, breathing fresh air deeply and contemplate the streets. You looked at Jude and smiled and he smiled at you too

"What?"

"Nothing I'm just smiling"

"You're full of energy today"

You chuckled together, you were seeing Jude as your best friend next to Trent. You couldn't stop liking him always and all he does. He was very warm for you.

And at that moment you thought... What really prevents you from liking him really? He wouldn't have a problem or reject you mostly.. he was too kind for that, but you were not completely sure.

"Thank you for everything Jude"

"Come on, you wanted this and I tried to help you to be one of your best nights"

You laughed and held his arm, sighed with tiredness and pleasure. And before you go ahead to do any other action, Trent passed on your mind, wondering what he's doing now.. mostly stays up to watch NBA games or gets bored. Anyways he messed up your mood a little bit but you wanted to stay longer with Jude, apparently you didn't have a choice.

"Let's go back home, you must be tired"

"Yeah you're right"

"But Jude ..."

"Hm?"

Will you do it? Will you settle your situation, or will you just be doubtful and retreat? You were worried about his reaction, and Trent's reaction as well. Doing this means you're going to give up one of them and you're not going back like you were mostly. Why would you do it anyway? Yes, Jude was great with you in everything, but was he really your dream man maybe? You see him more as a best friend of yours. You felt so rushed and reckless and decided to end this before it got more reckless

"Oh no .. forget about it"

You were tired all the way by Jude's car and daydreaming on the views from the window. He get you home and make sure you entered the house, you waved him and close the door happily. You took your coat off and hung it, and before you did anything else the doorbell rang. You froze in your place and wondered who will visit you at this late hour of the night, the door knocked this time and you went to open it. Your mouth stayed a little open and you got nervous because he was the last visitor would have expected to come

"Trent?"

He stand there only looking at you through his dark eyes so you decided to stand back to let him in

"Come in it's freezing outside"

He get in and closed the door behind him and leaned on it with his back

"Where were you?"

"Outside.. just stayed up with some friends, why?"

"I called you until I decided to come myself and check, are you sure you were with just friends?"

You forgot that your phone was on silent and you were barely going to hear it while you were out there. But what you didn't understand was Trent's language by saying friends, you felt like he was blaming you

"What do you mean by friends Trent? And I'm sorry but I forgot my phone in silent mode"

"I mean if he was Jude or not"

"And what's wrong if Jude was with me or not?"

"He was Jude then"

He smirked and bit his lower lip, you were standing there pointlessly waiting to justify his situation by coming this time, and also hearing his reasons for asking these strange questions

"I can't understand you Trent, what are you trying to say?"

He shrugged his shoulders and stayed there just watching you

"You don't pretend everything's okay with us after all this, don't you?"

"Everything is cool"

"Trent! Stop being a fool and tell me what you want"

He came to you and stood inches away from you, you didn't want to walk away so you stood here staring at him in misunderstanding

"Tell me why you were with Jude"

"it's none of your business"

You simply said in defiance of his harsh looks

"I expect something more intimate"

"I said it's none of your business"

"Why? Didn't you bother yoreself telling me at least?"

"I was tired of you and your actions, so decided to take a break"

"Of me?"

He scoffed and looked at you with an arrogant look, and you weren't good under his looks at you that almost breaking you through

"Don't act stupid now"

He approached your face seriously and you felt like that you could barely breathe, your legs were holding you hardly because of the gaze he still kept

"I want to know what happened between you and Jude"

"I don't like to repeat-"

"Maybe you would tell me how many times you fucked him this time"

You pushed him hard from his chest, not believing what he was raving about and started yelling at him hysterically

"Are you drunk? Did you lose your fucking mind or what? Answer me Trent I can't handle any more of your shit"

"Can't you just say you've been a fool for him all this time"

"Not before I know why you suddenly decided to become a big asshole"

You didn't think of lowering your voice because anger was your sense at that moment and you didn't care if neighbors would hear you or not. And you saw Trent trying to control himself but you just go ahead

"You just ignore me until you show up at my house like you care about me, and you know what? Yes! I was going to confess for him an hour ago and gonna do it tomorrow either"

He insisted on his teeth and quickly approached you holding your arms, you struggled so hard to free yourself from him but he was stronger than you and hold you to look at him only

"You were just blind, you didn't see what I was doing for you because you didn't see someone who isn't Jude and insisted on your blindness"

"Trent you're hurting me"

"I cared about you many times, why didn't you notice me then?"

"Why didn't you make me then?"

"Was I even enough for you? Because you made me feel nothing"

He was just screaming at you there, evil flies out of his eyes and he become someone you never knew

"What the fuck is wrong with you"

The tears began to form in your eyes unwilling and your voice came shaking. Your brain couldn't bear that your best friend suddenly became a stranger to you, He even suspected you and Jude in a wrong way, hided his feelings and put the blame on you. He moved away from you after finally realizing he was tough with you, stood there without expressions on his face to watch you just shed tears. You covered your eyes trying to stop it but you were weaker than that, hours ago you had a great evening until it eventually just turned into tears and you wouldn't have forgiven Trent for this.

You felt his arms surrounding you and tried to get away from him but he didn't let you

"Just leave me alone and get out of here"

You muttered amid your tears not satisfied with his trying to comfort you after that but he didn't moved at all

"I didn't mean it"

"After what?"

He get away to grab your face and look at it closely while wiping away your tears, you didn't like his attempts yet but you just surrendered on his touches. Suddenly he hold your hand and sit on the couch then pulled you to sit on his thighs. You were surprised by his actions which you weren't used to and looked at him

"Why like this"

He didn't answer you and surround your waist with his hands

"You know .. I just fucked up so I decided to finish this early"

"Finishing what?"

"Don't act so stupid, I can't see you with him anymore"

"But Jude is my friend!"

You got nervous from this very close position and you turned your face so you could breathe a little bit

"And I don't want to see you more than friends"

"What's your excuse?"

You still avoiding any eye contact with him unaware of exactly what he wants from you. He put his hand behind your neck to make you look at him, making you more nervous because of this heavy atmosphere

"Just look at me, am I enough for you?"

"Trent .."

You felt like he was doing this on purpose to make you confuse, but he was very close to your face, so close that you sank into his eyes.

"Answer me"

"of course you are"

Your voice turned to whispers, lost between the features of his face and his look. You didn't notice that he was this hot from close before, and you felt guilt that you didn't give him the right space to make him confess to you

"You just had to tell me this before .. you know"

He looked at you with a cold look and put his hands on your thighs then you finally realized

"Oh right .. you're Trent"

He smiled and brought you closer to his face and touch your cheeks with his lips

"Can I kiss you now?"

He asked nicely with his hands squeezing your thigh now

"Not before you say sorry"

He exhaled heavily and came down to your neck to put a few soft kisses that made you laugh and told him to stop, but he kept doing it, then he raised his head to meet your eyes again and whispered I love you. And before you even respond he pulled you for a kiss that made your stomach disturb. A butterfly kiss , a heavy kiss , and praise you between each one .. anything to never let you go.

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I'm not completely happy with the final result 🫠 but let me know about your feedbacks ! Hope u enjoyed <3

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold x reader #taa66 #football #footballer #liverpool #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader

[skz1-4-3]

SICK - F

This chapter is sfw

(Takes place in s2 in the new hideout)

Content info : you got sick and felt like staying in bed all day , to your luck your boyfriend so-mun noticed and took great care of you.

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns.

Keywords : Y/n -> your/name

Second person POV

Warnings : probably some grammatical errors , Y/n slightly cussed, so-mun is overly caring(?), thats it , Let me know if i missed any warnings to give in the comments or per messages.

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„Ugh“ you groan with your face in the pillow , your throat had been aching for the past few days and your coughs just got a lot more frequent. Then your nose started running and you felt like throwing up , which led you to this moment. You were obviously sick , but being a counter its not like you could take a day off , especially around this time of the year . Winter depression was a world wide thing , even in korea where everything seemed so nice and peaceful. So evil spirits were out on the run for depressed and drained souls , which definitely worked because they just wouldn’t stop spawning.

You tried breathing normally but with each breath you took in , the urge to cough and throw up just got bigger. It was not a pleasant feeling. In the middle of your coughing session your lovely boyfriend so mun decided to give you a visit. Opening the door and walking over to you , with a worried expression, he reached out his arm and turned you over , so you were lying on your back.

„Sugarplum, are you alright?“ he asked in a small voice , as if he ,if he spoke any louder , his voice would break you.

„Do i look like im fine?“ you responded in a grumpy voice , not in the mood to answer his obvious questions all happy and nice. He put his hand on your forehead, measuring your temperature and you felt like you were burning. His eyebrows furrowed and his concern grew.

„C‘mon , sit up for me . Drink this“ he said and helped you sit up straight,handing you a bottle of water that he had brought with him alongside some snacks that were neatly placed on your nightstand. You carefully drank a few sips as so mun put a few strands of hair , that had fallen onto your face previously, behind your ear.

„Do you want me to get you some medicine? I think we still have some from when jeokbong got sick.“ he spoke softly , his eyes gazing into yours with a loving touch to them.

„no , its fine. But can we cuddle for a bit?“ you asked, your voice cracking up a little in between words. So mun nodded , a smile appearing on his face , his lips slightly parting. Your eyes slid down and gazed at them , so soft and plum. Gosh how bad you wanted to kiss them , but you knew getting the best counter sick was not a good idea. He laid down and pulled the blanket on top of him , holding up a part so you could slide underneath.

His arm wrapped securely around your waist , as your head laid on his chest. Your arms wrapping around his torso . The warmth radiating from his body put you in a calm state , you felt comfortable. It made you a little sleepy , so mun reassured you that it was okay to go to sleep and rest a little more. The gang could surely handle a few stray evil spirits themselves, without the two of you.

His free hand came up to caress your face and that was the final thing , that had needed to be done ,to put you, to sleep. Your eyes fell closed and so mun smiled at your sleeping figure. How had he managed, to make a girl as gorgeous and lovely as you , make you love a simple guy like him? But you also often asked yourself this , how had you charmed him to like you , a plain girl? Both of you thought of yourselves as so simple and plain , not realizing that one another found the one before them so mesmerizing.

You truly loved each other.

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A short one shot that i started when i was sick. I was sick for like 3 weeks . No idea why , but i still have some coughing even though im not sick and its sure is annoying . Breathing also sometimes hurts a little. But anyways good night/day 🫶

#the uncanny counter #so mun x reader #so mun #uncanny counter #so mun fluff #ga mo tak #do hana #the uncanny counter 2

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader

[panandinpain0]

can I request some fluff for Edward with a gn reader? I just really had a bad day and it's so draining having to deal with constant mood swings of other people 🧍 so just some comfort if that's alright?

"Long Day?"

I've had a pretty bad day too, Anon, it'll be okay <3

Fluff/Comfort Edward Cullen x GN!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

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Twisting their head back and forth, pops coming from their tense neck, (Y/N) opened the door to their apartment. It was a shabby old thing in Forks, Washington, but they'd had a long day in Port Angeles.

Letting out a long sigh, (Y/N) kicked their door shut, dropping their keys in the bowl next to the door and kicking off their shoes. They slowly started taking off their jacket, eyes drooping, before catching onto the figure in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, dear God!" (Y/N) exclaimed, gasping and holding a hand to their chest, rolling their eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Edward didn't sound the least bit apologetic, an amused smile playing on his lips as he walked towards (Y/N) and helped them take off their coat.

"It's fine, I just didn't hear you," (Y/N) mumbled in response, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

"Long day?" Edward asked, ready to hear all about it.

"Don't even get me started. What is it with customers treating employees like they're below them?" (Y/N) started walking to the kitchen, getting themself cereal in the dimmed room as Edward followed.

"All day I've gotten complaints on everything I've done- even though I know I've been doing them right! Ugh, and my coworkers seem to think my sole purpose in life is to listen and help them with their problems. Katy today kept trying to get me to talk to her boyfriend for her, can you believe that? There's no sense of professionalism, you have no idea how much I want to tell her I don't want to be her friend..."

(Y/N) continued to rant, sending Edward the most hilarious facial expressions that had him holding back a laugh, opting to nod sympathetically instead. It wasn't that he didn't think their problems were legitimate- that's not it at all. He honestly didn't like seeing them all worked up, but the sense of domestic-ness in the situation brought him peace. He would listen to them everyday for the rest of his life if they'd let him.

Finally, huffing as they set down the milk on the counter, (Y/N) regarded Edward closely.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be complaining-"

"Don't even start that," Edward interrupted. He stood up from his place in front of the counter and walked around it to (Y/N), taking their face in his hands. "I did ask, and you know I never mind listening."

(Y/N) sighed, unsure, but shook their head. "How was your day?"

"Boring without you there," Edward suavely responded, winking.

Snorting, (Y/N) put the milk away and picked up their cereal.

"Wanna watch a movie while I eat?"

Edward merely hummed in response, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and walking with them to the living room.

Turning on the show they'd been watching together, Edward sat down rigidly on the couch. (Y/N) sat down inches away from him, leaning into his body and pulling a blanket over them both (though they knew it'd do little for Edward).

Slowly Edward relaxed, and the two stayed in the warm cushions long after (Y/N)'s cereal bowl sat discarded on the coffee table in front of them.

Speaking of (Y/N), they were snoring on Edward's shoulder, fast asleep as Edward rubbed their arm soothingly. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on their forehead, closing his eyes. If he'd ever wished he could sleep before, it had never been as strong as it was now.

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Hope I did your request justice, Anon!

I channeled a lot of my shit into this and honestly I feel comforted- so at least it helped me 💀

-Author Max <3

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #twilight x gn!reader #x they/them reader #edward cullen x gn!reader #edward cullen x reader #fluff #comfort

[dejafanwriting]

Soothing Hands—Creepypasta One-shot [SMUT]

Pairing: Tim(Masky) X Proxy(GN)Reader

Summary: Reader has been suffering from back pain and Tim comes up with an idea to help.

WARNINGS: NSFW(fingering, oral, unprotected sex), some fluff, Praise kink, pet names, teasing, body worship? pleasure dom Tim? slightly sub reader?. I suck at warnings. ['g-spot' is unisex/GN], Language, MINORS DNI. Tim being an absolute sweetheart for his s/o. Big strong Tim makes brain go burr

Wordcount: 3000+

Notes: This is my first time actually posting smut :\ never had the guts to put it out there. Please let me know what you think. Muah :*

[This fic has not been proofread. Please ignore my grammar and punctuation mistakes English is not my first language]

tim/Masky simps come get yo juice

"I fucking hate this job". You grumble under your breath as you, not so effortlessly, drag the bloodied body of an unfortunate trespasser through the dark Slender forest, all while your back and neck scream in pain due to the strain on your muscles.

"I don't think this counts as a job if we don't get paid for it". Tim replies with a low chuckle at your side whilst effortlessly carrying a body over his shoulder. He makes it look so easy and it only contributes to your bad mood.

"Here should be fine", The masked proxy says and drops the body from his shoulder "Rake should be able to sniff them out". You follow along and set the bodies together.

"We should get going before he decides we are also on the menu," you tell the brunette while wiping the mud and blood from your gloved hands. Tim does the same and the both of you turn back and begin to make your way towards the mansion you had begun to call home.

"Ugh, I need a hot bath". You exclaim with a heavy sigh while rubbing the back of your sore neck, trying to ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Being a proxy for the Slenderman was a very demanding "occupation" if it could even be called that, so you were constantly left with aches and sores that seemed to never go away. For the past weeks, you’ve had a particularly constant back pain that had been making your life more miserable.

"Your back still giving you issues?". Tim asks and momentarily shifts his gaze towards your sulking form.

"It feels like it's never going away". You complain and kick a stick from your path. The crunching of leaves and twigs snapping beneath both of your boots fill the quiet cold night of the forest. The both of you walk in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Tim breaks it.

"If you'd like, I could come by your room later and rub your back for you". He suggests and turns to you.

You stop in your tracks and It takes you a couple of seconds to process his request. You study his body language, waiting for him to laugh or show any signs of it being some sort of dirty joke. But he was sincere and showed genuine concern. You blink a couple of times behind your own mask before finally replying.

"W-well it does sound nice, but aren't you busy later?". You ask rubbing the back of your neck, and this time not because of the pain.

"I can ask Brian to finish some of my tasks, he owes me a solid for covering for his ass last time he wanted to take the day. That way I can have more time with you". He replies with a shrug.

Your face heats up at his casual response and you thank the lord for your face covering. While Tim wasn’t the big affectionate type, he would show his love for you in acts of service. He also wasn’t the most available person timewise, so his offering to make time for you stirred something in you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you". You happily reply.

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It had been a couple of hours since you returned to the mansion. You finished one last task before you headed to your room to take a very much-needed bath and rest up. Tim on the other hand, still had other things to do, so he had been out for the past 3 hours or so.

But as promised, before the night ended, the proxy made his way to your assigned room. Tim knocked on your door in a familiar pattern, letting you know it was him before he slowly opened your door and entered.

You were lounging on your small beanbag in the corner of your room sketching away in your notebook, having only your desk lamp on for illumination. Some rock music turned to a low-volume played on your phone. You turn at the sound of your lover entering your room.

Tim greets you with a soft 'hey' as he takes off his sand-colored jacket and hangs it. He then takes off his mask and places it on your nightstand.

"Hi". you greet him with a smile once he turns his unmasked face in your direction, his handsome rough features barely lit by the light of your lamp. "Brian cover for you?".

"He was bitchin' about it, but yea". He replies while kicking off his boots and placing them by your door. The both of you would often spend the night in each other’s room, so you kept spare clothes around for sleeping. Tim made his way to your dresser and grabbed some clean clothes. "I got this from the infirmary, Doc Smiles said it's good for muscle pain relief," Tim says. He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it and inspect it closely. The words "sore muscle" and "relief" are like music to your ears.

"This better work because I'm ready to rip my spine out". You tell him with a hopeful sigh.

"Alright then c'mon", Tim, now in fresh clothes, offers out his hand for you to stand. You put your sketchpad down and take his hand. After your bath, you had changed into one of Tim's shirts that fit pretty loosely on your form, and a pair of comfy sleeping shorts. Tim guides you to your bed and lets go of your hand once you're at the edge.

"Lay down and get comfortable". He says with a soft adoring smile that filled your tummy with butterflies and lightly guides you with a hand on your hip. Gentle Tim is something that never fails to get you flustered.

You comply and lay face down and rest your crossed arms and chin on your pillow. You feel the left side of your bed slightly dip under Tim's weight as he sits on the side. You hear the 'pop' of the lotion bottle and feel him shift. Tim's hands are gentle as he places them on your back to lift your shirt just above your shoulders.

"Where does it hurt most?". He asks while slowly gliding his cold hands on your exposed back, making you shiver at the contact. This earns you a soft chuckle from the brunette.

"T-there". You say with a slight grunt as he touches the sorest part of your lower back. Tim hums in acknowledgment and removes his hands from your back to reach for the lotion. He squeezes some onto his hands and rubs them together before placing them back on your back. You’re immediately hit by a soothing cool sensation and you let out a sigh of relief. He begins to slowly rub your back and you can't help but let out another sigh.

"Feels good?". Tim asks with a smirk on his face. The slight menthol scent reaches your nostrils and relaxes you even more.

"Feels like heaven". You manage to mumble out, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. Tim chuckles once more at your reaction.

He continues to work the lotion all throughout your back, massaging the knots out of your muscles.

"You should consider ditching the whole killing thing and become one of those massage therapists". You say and look back at him over your shoulder.

"If I did, then whos going to do my job?". He asks with a smug smile adorning his features as he continues his motions.

"You said this wasn’t a job if we don't get pa-aaaid ah!" Your sentence is cut off by a moan of pleasure when Tim applies comfortable pressure to your most affected area. You shut your eyes and your face burns when you hear Tim's deep chuckle as he continues to manipulate the muscles. You fail to conceal another slightly louder moan as he goes over the sore spot. The sounds you make combined with your face contorted in pleasure send heat to certain parts of Tim's body and seem to please him even more than you.

His hands begin to drift lower on your body and it sends blood rushing to your sensitive parts. You feel the bed shift and the heat of Tim’s breath hit your exposed upper back.

"You really have been in pain haven't you?". He asks, his voice low and deeper. There's a hint of concern and guilt in his tone. But you can't help but focus on his warm breath against your skin.

Tim brings his lips down and tenderly kisses your skin. The stubble on his chin softly scratches at your skin and sends sparks throughout your body. All your can manage is a weak “mhm” while he rubs lower down your back.

Tim places another gentle kiss further down your back while slowly moving his hands just above the waistband of your shorts.

"I should've asked for a massage sooner ahh~" you tell him between breaths. Tim's lips move lower and so do his hands.

"You shouldn’t have to ask. I'm the one that should’ve offered sooner. It's clearly been affecting you". He speaks lowly, his apologetic undertone pulls at your heartstrings. But the thought of how much he cares for you drives you crazier. Tim's hand motions momentarily stop and he shifts up, closer to your head.

"Let me make it up to you", He breathes into your ear and moves his large hands lower, gently caressing your ass through your shorts. "How's that sound, doll?".

You can't help but let a whimper escape your lips as he massages you a bit firmer. Your skin heats up and you can feel yourself become more turned on.

"Can I take care of you? Replace the pain with pleasure? You want that, baby?". He asks. His voice is husky and he's breathing a bit heavier. Almost pleading for an answer. Hoping that you’d let him alleviate your stress. That you’d let him be the one to help you.

Your heart races and unable to formulate words, you whimper out a soft 'yes'. Tim breathes out a soft relieved sigh and moves to kiss the back of your neck a couple of times. His hands continue to kneed your bottom but become a bit firmer with each kiss.

"I'll take good care of you, beautiful".

You let out a surprised gasp when he teasingly nips at your flesh with his teeth, but it turns into a moan when his hands palm at your heat through your clothing.

You bury your face into your pillow and hug it harder when his hand slides beneath your shorts. You can hear his breath hitch when his hand doesn’t come into contact with more fabric.

"No underwear huh?", He lowly chuckles as his fingers brush between your thighs and the exposed flesh around your entrance. "You really wanted this didn’t you?".

Your cheeks flush redder, if even possible. You'd be lying if you said the idea of having your back rubbed by Tim would end up in sex never crossed your mind. Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt to remove extra clothing just in case.

Tim removes his hand from beneath your clothing, but before you can whine out in protest, he takes a hold of the waistband and tugs down your shorts, the cold air hitting you in a flash. Tim couldn’t help but internally chuckle and admire the goosebumps along your newly exposed flesh.

"Cold?", He asks. "Don't worry baby, I'll warm you up real soon". He soothes and palms the tender flesh of your ass, warming you up and getting rid of the goosebumps as promised. Tim then brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating them with saliva, before bringing them near your entrance.

You inhale a sharp breath as he slowly slides one thick finger into your entrance and slowly begins to pump in and out, before adding a second digit. Your walls clench around his fingers, pulling a groan from the brunette, while they continue to slowly work in and out of your sex.

"You feel pretty warm to me. You sure you cold?". He teases. You can only respond with low muffled moans as his slick fingers spread you open.

His pace quickens and you cry out his name when his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you fall apart. Your hips jerk back onto his hand and move against his fingers, following his pace. You moan out in pleasure as you chase your climax. You can feel the spring coil within your core and your walls trembling.

"That's it, baby, let go". Tim coaxes you while trying to hold back his own moans. "F-f-f-uck, you're doing so good".

His praise is the final straw before you feel the spring snap, and come undone around his fingers. Your muscles tense and your strangled moans are swallowed by your pillow as the waves of pleasure overtake you.

"There you go", He says while keeping a steady pace, letting you ride your climax. "Relax, beautiful".

Once you slowly came down from your high, Tim's fingers slide out of you. You cant help the small whimper you let out due to the sudden loss.

"Shh it's okay, baby, I got you". He soothes and carcasses your soft flesh.

You feel the bed shift and his body move away from your side. But before you can question him, a moan rips from your throat when you feel his tongue on your heat.

Using his hands to spread apart your legs, Tim laps at your entrance and hums against your sensitive flesh as he saviors your orgasm on his tongue, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Ready for more already?". He teases against your flesh. His tongue moves in slow flicking motions against your sex.

"P-please..." You breathe out through clenched teeth as you feel the pleasure between your legs.

"Please? Please what? Tell me what you need, beautiful". He says before delivering a deliciously long slow stroke.

"Tim ahh~!" You cry out his name and arch your back, bringing your heat closer to him.

"Alright, baby, I'll take care of it" He murmured. His body shifts once more and this time you look over your shoulder as Tim starts to remove his shirt revealing his softly sculpted torso. You admire the hair on your lover's strong chest for a few seconds before your eyes move lower and land on the large tent in his sleeping bottoms. You can barely make out the small damp precum spot by the tip of his erection. His eyes immediately shift to yours at the sound of your whimpering and catch your line of sight

"This what you want, baby?" he moves his hand to palm himself through the fabric of his clothes "You want my cock inside you?" He asks.

"Please, Tim", You cry "I need you". You push your ass up towards him. Begging for him to come closer and give you what you need.

"How can I deny my baby anything when they look so beautiful and so ready for me?", His words go straight to your core and pull a soft moan from your throat.

After what feels like painfully endless teasing, Tim finally moves closer to you. His hands tug down at his bottoms, freeing his cock from its confines, and kicks off the piece of clothing. You make a mental note to burn those darn sleeping pants later.

"I'm keeping my word and taking the best care of you" Tim groans and gives his length a few pumps. "So now, let's fix that pretty back of yours".

You turn your head back to grip your pillow as you feel Tim's strong arms take a hold of your hips, pushing your ass up and pulling your body closer to him with ease. You both let out a moan as his cock rubs against your entrance. Thanks to your previous release and Tim's saliva, you're nice and lubed up for his next move.

"You're so ready for me". He says and guides his cock closer to your sex. With one last stroke, he slowly sinks down into your opening. You let out another synced moan as his cock is swallowed by the warmth of your walls.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Tim pushes your back down with one hand, pressing your chest further against the mattress, and pulls your bottom half even closer up to him with the other, making you rest your weight on your knees rather than your thighs. You feel the muscles in your back deliciously stretch at his action and let out a loud moan. You can only pray that all the household members are still out doing their tasks.

"That feels good, baby?" He asks and gives one quick thrust, fully sinking his whole length into you.

"YES! ahh~ yes!". You cry at the sharp weave of pleasure and frantically shake your head at his question.

The sight of your pleasured distress makes Tim's cock throb deep inside you. His chest fills knowing that he's the one ridding you of pain and discomfort, the one making you feel good.

"Please, baby". you basically beg, breaking him out of his trance.

Not wanting to deny you pleasure, Tim rocks his hips against you and begins a slow but rhythmic pace as his cock deliciously stretches your walls. The room is filled with the erotic sound of skin slapping along with your combined cries of pleasure.

"Just ah~ look at you. So beautiful". Tim grunts between thrusts. You cry out louder when his cock slightly rubs against your core. Knowing just what you need, Tim picks up the pace and thrusts deeper into you. The familiar spring inside your core begins to coil once again. "I'll give you what you need, baby".

Tim's arm reaches for your pillow and slightly lifts up your bottom half by the waist, just enough to allow the pillow space to rest between the bed and your pelvis. Your cheek presses directly on the mattress and your back arches, even more, pushing your ass closer to him.

This new angle allows for the tip of his cock to hit your g-spot directly. He then places one hand on each side of your head, successfully caging your body beneath his broad frame and allowing him to anchor his powerful thrusts.

The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as Tim pounds into your sex at a brutal pace. You claw at your bedsheets and you cry out in pleasure, mostly consisting of Tim's name and incoherent words. Your walls flutter around Tim's cock and the coil threatens to snap.

"Go ahead, baby", Tim presses his head against your upper back and nuzzles into you, his sideburns and stubble scratch at your flesh. "Cum on my cock"

With a final few deep thrusts from his cock, you reach your peak with one last cry. Tim continues to plunge into your hole as you ride your second orgasm of the night. Your vision blurs and your body is encased in ecstasy that sends shivers all through you. You can feel his length twitch inside you and his pace becomes slightly reckless.

Tim's orgasm is not far behind. Your walls convulsing around his cock pull him further in, and with one final thrust, he becomes undone inside you. You feel his body tense above you and he buries his head in your neck. Moaning out your name along with a couple of praises and kisses as he fills your insides with his release.

Tim holds that position for a few minutes and once the both of you have regulated your breathing, he slowly pulls out of you and a soft moan escapes the both of you at the loss of connection. Tim gives a few kisses to your back, checking up on you before raising from the bed and fetching a damp rag to clean you up, littering feather-light kisses along your sensitive flesh. He then cleans himself up and puts on a different pair of sleeping pants.

Once you regain the strength to finally move, you pull Tim's shirt back down your body, and turn to face your partner. A love drunken smile is plastered along his handsome features as he takes in your relaxed form.

"You look so beautiful" You whisper with a lazy smile of your own and reach out towards him with grabby hands. He immediately complies and lays beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Look whos talking", He groans into your hair and caresses your skin, "You're the one that looks like they can give an angel a run for their money".

You cuddle into each other and you lay your head against his chest, listening to the still softly playing music combined with his steadying heartbeat, before a small giggle escapes your lips.

"What is it?". Tim asks you with a chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

"My back doesn’t hurt anymore". You perk up with a giggle.

The both of you pause for a few silent seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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BONUS:

"No fair". A very grumpy Brian grumbles under his breath.

After complying and paying back his owed favor, the yellow hooded man tiredly sulks up the last few steps and onto the floor he shares with the rest of the proxies and heads towards his assigned room in the Slender mansion.

A series of muffled cries and groans make him stop in his tracks when he passes your room. Immediately knowing what that indicated, the proxy lets out a stream of curses.

"You fucking white-masked bastard!!" He growled before stomping off to his room.

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I may or may not have gone crazy on this one. The word count is crazy for such filthy writing.

Let me know if you have any ideas, suggestions, or requests.

Love- Deja 👻

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta proxy #masky marble hornets #tim masky #cp masky #timothy wright #masky mh #marble hornets #mable hornets x reader #timothy wright x reader #proxy reader #proxy x reader #mh hoodie #x reader #smut

[thoselethalarts]

ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

(R) Gym Uniform: "I’m not gonna stop you."

(NRC: Sports Field)

(Track and Field Club Meeting)

(Fweeet!)

Vargas: Alright, everyone! While I hate to interrupt your ongoing muscle development I have a brief announcement to make. Vargas: I have a staff meeting I’ve been called to attend this afternoon. In my absence, I'll be having Phobos here in charge of overseeing everyone. If you need anything, please report to him.

Phobos: …Understood.

Vargas: Excellent! That is all, carry on with your practice and training

(Vargas leaves the club, footsteps crunching against the grass as he goes.)

Phobos: …’Kay, you heard him, carry on with whatever. I’ll be over here.

(Phobos walks away from the remaining group and lays down beneath a nearby tree)

Savana Mob A: Tch- Why’d coach put HIM in charge? He barely does anything all day when we have club meetings!

Pome Mob A: Truly! Even now he’s just gone off to loaf about in the shade and play on his phone! If there’s anyone that doesn’t take this club seriously, it’s him!

Scara Mob A: It’s always the Ignihydes, man… Lazy geeks, all of them. Why’s he even here in the first place?

Jack: Hmph. It doesn’t matter who’s put in charge. The most Coach Vargas does when he’s here is time us on circuit runs and tell us to “go faster”, anyway. Jack: Besides, there’s no point in arguing when it’s not going to change anything.

Deuce: True… though I will agree it doesn’t exactly leave a good image when our substitute coach is basically lounging while the rest of us work our butts off in the sun.

Phobos: …Oi. You know I can hear you all from over here. I said “carry on”.

Savana Mob A: Yeah?! And what’re you gonna do about it if we don’t? Savana Mob A: All ya do all day is sit around and do nothin’! What’re you gonna do if we ditch?

Pome Mob A: With a physique like yours I doubt you could stop us from leaving, let alone catch up with us if we try and run.

Scara Mob A: Yeah, yeah! What’re you gonna do about it if we try~?

Phobos: …Nothing.

Scara Mob A: Yeah! That’s what I- …Wait what? Scara Mob A: Aren’t you gonna, ya know. Try and stop us?

Phobos: I don’t care what you do. If you wanna leave so bad, then leave. That’s your decision to make, not mine.

Savana Mob A: Uh… I mean I guess that’s true, but… aren’t you supposed to be the substitute coach? Aren’t you gonna, you know, keep us corralled?

Phobos: What am I, your babysitter? Do you want me to change your diapers and bottle feed you too while I’m at it?

Savana Mob A: Wh-! What was that?!

Pome Mob A: How dare you say that sort of thing to us?!

Phobos: I dare because you three are acting like dumb babies and I’m not in the mood to play your stupid, petty game of defiance. Phobos: You’re the ones that decided to join this club in the first place, so it’s your choice if you wanna show up or ditch. It always has been. I don’t give a rats ass what you do. Phobos: Stay and train, or fuck off and do whatever you want. I don't care how you spend your free time. Just make a decision and leave me alone.

Savana Mob A: Tch! Wise ass. I’m leavin’ then.

Phobos: Okay. Bye.

Pome Mob: Me too!

Savana Mob: Yeah, I’m done with this. I’m outta here.

Phobos: What part of “fuck off” and “leave me alone” did you not understand? Just shut up and go if you’re going. Assholes.

(The three mob students leave, trudging away through the field)

Hearts Mob A: He didn’t even bother to stop them…?! Is he allowed to just let that happen…?!

Hearts Mob B: I mean I guess he’s not technically wrong… he’s just here to coach us if we need it, not keep us from leaving…

Savana Mob B: Ugh, his mood is putting a serious damper on mine. I think I’m gonna take a nap or something.

Deuce: Should we be worried? It looks like at least half the club is gonna ditch at this rate.

Jack: (sigh) ...While I'm not a fan of his attitude I guess he's kind of right. Jack: I joined this club because I wanted to. I'm here because I want to. If I didn't want to be here, I just wouldn't be.

Deuce: True... It's not really up to others for me to be a good student and club member. Deuce: Lets just get to it, then. Laps aren't gonna run themselves.

Jack: Right. I'll go get the stopwatch then. Jack: Hm...?

Deuce: -? What's up?

Jack: I can’t find the stopwatch… Did it get misplaced?

Deuce: Oh. Yeah, I have no idea where it went. Maybe Coach Vargas took it with him by accident?

Jack: Maybe… Well, now I’m not sure what to do. I left my phone in the locker room, and that’s the only other stopwatch I can think of.

Deuce: Hm… Hang on, I have an idea.

(Deuce approaches Phobos)

Deuce: Hey, uh, Phobos, can I ask a favor?

Phobos: Yeah.

Deuce: Someone misplaced the stopwatch and we need it to time our runs. Can you use your phone to time us?

Phobos: No need. Vargas left me with one before he left. I’ll time you both with that.

Deuce: Oh! That’s perfect then, thank you!

Phobos: Mhm, no prob. Hang on. lemmie get up 'n I'll time you guys. Phobos: So I’m guessing you both already have an idea of what kind of circuit you’re going to do.

Jack: I wanted to work on my short burst sprints. I already do fine with the longer ones, so now I want to perfect my time as best I can.

Phobos: That so… With confidence like that I’m guessing you’ve already done short burst races then.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean?

Phobos: …or maybe not. Alright then. Phobos: You do what you want, I’m not gonna stop you, but if you wanna see the most improvement in your time, you should consider doing some racing every once in a while, too.

Deuce: Racing? Like, between each other? How will that improve our times?

Phobos: Well, logically, your time will only get so much better if you’re sprinting on your own. It’s borderline impossible for you to judge how fast you’re going when you’re just doing the same thing over and over again. Phobos: You’ll get better times if you get the chance to actually compete and compare yourself to someone else alongside you. Phobos: Having a rival is good, cuz it’ll help you both get better at the same time. That's how I got my good times when I was still a noob-ass first year.

Deuce: Oh, I guess I never thought of it that way. Let’s try it, then!

Jack: I’m interested, too. Let's give it a shot.

Phobos: Alright. Both of you line up and get ready, and I’ll meet you at the finish line.

Jack & Deuce: Yes sir!

Phobos: ...Don't call me "sir". That feels weird. Whatever...

(They both go to line up, and Phobos walks several yards away from them)

Phobos: Alright. On your marks. Get set…

(Fweet!!)

(Jack and Deuce both take off soaring down the track together, footsteps pounding against the dirt)

Phobos: Time. That’s a good sprint, you both. Phobos: Your times are-

Deuce: HOO-AAAGH! That felt AWESOME! I really did feel like I was going faster!!

Jack: You’re a damn good runner, Deuce! I felt like that was the first time I really felt a good drive to go harder than usual.

Phobos: ...Heh. Told ya. Rivalry’s good, especially in a sport like this.

Deuce: Can we go again?!

Phobos: Uh- Well, yeah. I’m not gonna stop you. You wanna know your times first though, I assume…?

Deuce: Oh-! Right! I got so fired up for a second that I forgot we actually were doing this to get better times.

Phobos: No problem. So it looks like your times are…

Hearts Mob A: Huh? Are they doing races over there now?

Savana Mob B: Wait, did you say race?! I wanna race! Nevermind napping, I wanna do that, that sounds fun! Savana Mob B: Hey, hey coach! Mind if I join too?

Hearts Mob B: Wait! Me too, please!

Scara Mob B: If there’s room for more, I’d like in too please…!

Phobos: Alright, alright, settle the hell down. Phobos: We only have so many lanes on the track, so if all of you want in then we’ll have to split you all up into different groups… Phobos: Everyone that wants in on racing come over and line up. I’ll decide the groups, then you’ll all take your spaces on the track when it’s your turn to run. Got it?

Everyone: Yes, Coach Banner!

Phobos: …and don’t call me Coach Banner, that also makes me feel weird. It’s just Phobos. Just call me Phobos and nothing else. Sheesh…

/ End

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #twst oc #oc #original character #soul writes #personal story #Phobos Banner #フォボス • バナー

[tohisprettyc00l]

A new best friend!

Info before we start:

You are 14 and in the Emperor's Coven (Prodigy moment.) At this point in the story, you've been in the coven for a year. Also, you're not a scout you have a title and all that good stuff.

EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS PLATONIC!!!

The Collector: He/they

Reader: They/them

P/T= Palisman type

P/N= Palisman Name

A/n: I most likey won't be posting all the parts here but the rest will be on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Luner_eclipse_1212 or my wattpad:https://www.wattpad.com/story/337828011-a-new-best-friend-collector%2B-teen-reader

You wake up to your alarm at 6:00. As you get out of bed you wince when you put pressure on your leg. You sigh remembering your last mission. Or rather the aftermath of your failing your last mission. While normally the repercussions of failing this small of a mission would have left a faint scar at worst. Belos was not in the mood to deal with any failures after Eda's petrification went wrong.

Pushing through the pain you got dressed into your uniform and left your room. While walking you heard... giggling? It sounded like it came from a door on your left. You've never been in the room. All you knew about it was that the portal door was in there. You quickly looked around before entering. You looked around and found nothing. Yet the giggling continued. "Hello?" You called out. Suddenly a black and white figure appeared in front of you. "How's it going ph- who are you?" Its eyes narrowed. You panicked and sturred out, "Y-Y/N." You paused, "And you are?" "The Collector, duh."

You paused and your eyes widened. You've heard of them before. They were like a god or something. It would make sense if he was that Collector because he acted like you were dumb for not knowing. But why would a powerful god be stuck in the wall? "Y/N, Y/n, Y/n oh I know you! You're the Silver Soldier or whatever." The Collector's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Yeah, that's me." You said nervously,

"Um, why are you in the wall or whatever? Aren't you super powerful?" "Ugh, the titan put me in here like hundreds of years ago. Since he died he couldn't free me. I'm not sure if he would of, but there is no way now." He looked kinda sad when he said that. "Oh, I'm sorry about that." "Eh, it's not too bad! Belos is going to free me! And I think I've said too much, leave. At least for now." "Um okay..." Right as you turned around you heard heavy footsteps. Belos.

You quickly turned yourself invisible and moved to a corner. "Greetings, Collector." "How's the Day of Untiy coming along? You promised you'd free me once it happened. But you said that foreverrrrr ago." "It's still in progress, just wait. It will happen eventually." "I'm so excited to get out of here and play!" The Collector cheered. Belos simply nodded. "Also, what happened with that petrifaction again? I keep forgetting" Collecter mocked. "Be quiet." "Whatever." He laughed, "So here to say anything or is this just a report." "A report. Bye." And with that, Belos left.

Once you were sure he left you turned visible again. "I'm going to leave now. I will ask you about all of that later." "Okay bye!" He waved and disappeared. You sighed and left. As you walked out your head was overflowing with thoughts. The main one is: "What the hell just happened?" You looked and tried to take your mind away from them. So you looked at your list of missions. You decided to go with the easiest one, collecting Palistrom wood.

You were a bit confused about why he wanted the wood and not the palisman itself. but it did leave less of a moral burden on your back so you weren't complaining. Also, it gave you more time to give your leg some slack. You got to your room and looked under your bed. You extended your hand. A P/T hopped onto your hand. "Hi P/n," You smiled, "I have I mission to go on." in response they turned in a staff. You went over to your window and opened it. You quickly checked to make sure no one was watching. Once you were sure you flew out.

Soon you arrived at the Bonesborough Gardening Club. You walked in and located the leader. You cleared your throat. "Excuse me, I am here to collect Palistrom wood for the Emerper." The leader nodded before walking off." After a minute she returned with a log of Palistrom wood. "Thank you." You said as you hopped on P/n.

Once were around a few meters away you hid your Pailsmen. You walked into the castle. Once you reached the throne room you knocked. "Enter." emperor Belos said. You walked in and lowered your head. "greetings, I have come with the Palistrom wood." You held out the log. The emperor looked at it. "This will suffice." "Thank you, sir." 'You are dismissed." And with that, you left the room.

You looked around to see if there were scouts. You slowly snuck back to the room you found the Collector in. Once you entered it was way quieter than before, which resulted in you cringing at your "loud" steps. "Hey... Collector, are you here?" You called out in a voice barely above a whisper. "Y/n? Is that you?" Suddenly the collector appeared, " It is! You truly did come back!" "Yeah, I did, can I ask you a quick question about Belos?" "Alrighty!" "So are you guys like, friends?" "Mhmm! me and him are besties!" You gave a slight smile, "Understandable, how could you not be friends with Belos?" "You're preaching to the choir or whatever right now."

"You know Phi-Belos has told me a lot about you but never what you do in the coven. So like what's your job?" "The best way to describe it is a normal coven scout but with three times the responsibility." "Ugh, thrice the responsibility? That must suck! Do you ever have any breaks?" "Once a year next break is in like 5 months, so I'm really looking forward to that." The Collector just looked at you for a few minutes. "I thought that was just a Lilith or now Golden Gaurd thing?" "Nope, it's for everyone in the coven." "Hm good to know." You sat down and leaned against the wall.

"So how old are you?" You asked, "Because you're like a God or something but you also seemed to be young." The Collector looked at you with wide eyes. "God!? Oh no, no, no I may be powerful, but I'm no God." The Collector said, "Anyway I'm over a thousand years old! Not sure how I should be acting." "Fair." You heard footsteps which made you tense up. "Okay well, I should probably get going now don't want Belos to see me!" "Pssh, Belos only talks to me once a day. I don't see why today would be any different." They motioned for you to sit down. You smiled but shook your head. "Sorry, but I have to do other missions." The Collector pouted. "Fine, but promise that you'll come back?" "I promise."

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #collector x reader #the collector x reader

[toonqueen]

Duckvember Day 6: Sleeping Duck

Wheee finally something for 2017 Ducktales lulz. Genieship with Gene and Djinn. Yay. 

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Gene woke up with a sudden start. There was that split second of not remembering   where he was right before he went to sleep. He knew he wasn’t /meant/ to fall asleep.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,”  Djinn replied back softly. Gene’s head had been resting on his shoulder before he woke up. The half awake duck gave a glance around where he was at to gain his bearings.

They were sitting on a couch with T.V. paused in front of them. Gene then remembered what exactly had been going on before he dozed off. .

“Oh! You were showing me one of your fav movies and I fell asleep during it! I’m so so sorry!” Gene replied truly apologetic. Djinn just let out a soft chuckle.

“It is alright my dear. We both had a long day. Perhaps it is time for both of us to turn in,” Djinn replied, then giving the duck a kiss on the forehead. 

“I’m still sorry. I don’t want you to think me falling asleep meant I was bored! The movie was so good so far. That second sword fight was so good!” Gene pouted as his spoke. He still felt bad that he had fallen asleep during something Djinn liked, “Sleep is so weird. Even though it's been years I’m still not used to it.”

“You didn’t sleep as a genie?” Djinn asked with curiosity. It was a topic that never came up in conversation before. 

“I could sleep, but I didn’t HAVE to sleep,” Gene muttered in an annoyed tone, “And falling asleep when I didn’t want wasn’t a thing. And the whole feeling sleepy all day when you don’t get enough sleep. Ugh.” 

“You can sleep in. You don’t need to get up in the morning when I do,” Djinn offered as he put a hand under Gene’s beak chin.

“Nooooo, I like getting up in the morning with you. That’s not the problem!” Gene gave another whine in reply. Djinn tried not to chuckle at his boyfriend’s mood but could not help it.

“I’m sorry my love. Perhaps we should try to get to bed earlier,” the canine said before he gave Gene a light kiss on the side of the bill, “Let's get to bed now and we can talk more in the morning.”

Gene let out a defeated sigh, “Okay. But only if you carry me there.”

The former genie’s statement had been mostly joking. However, Djinn was quick to scoop up the duck at the request. Gene chuckled at being held bridal style. He gave Djinn a short kiss on the cheek, “alright show off, lets go to sleep before I start complaining more. Like feeling cold! What’s that all about!”

“I’ve done a good job of keeping you warm,” Djinn tried to say with his normal even tone and straight face. Gene did notice the bit of a smile on the canine’s muzzle.

“Oh you!” Gene giggled, giving him another peck on the cheek.

The former genie had a long restful sleep that night.

#duckvember #duckvember 2023 #gene the genie #faris djinn #genieship #fargene #ducktales 2017