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He won't let go of me.

Or is it me? Who can't —nor won't— let go of him?

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Yagi Toshinori, the man that you are.

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am I supposed to be normal about this

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"Do I look fat in this dress?"

Johny - Flash bang of panic. He can see your fupa and his mouth is watering, but he suddenly can't remember if you have been complaining about bloating recently. Ultimately says, "Dinne ken, sit on my face so I can take a closer look."

Kyle - Actually takes the question seriously. Has you turn and pose and changes the lighting. Snaps a couple of photos so you'll see what he sees. Invites you to bend over and hike up the skirt. "Just want to get some good angles, love."

Simon - Not here for games. "Yes. Tits an' bum an' belly spillin' out like you're tryin' to get fucked." And then you're trying to fight him off because he's decided that's a great idea, actually. Keep the dress on, he wants to see how it bunches as you bounce.

John - Cool under pressure, looks you up and down with bedroom eyes while he calculates the best options for a response. "Look like my wife, love, like I'm the luckiest man alive." Then gets cheeky and asks, "If I say yes, will you take it off?"

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Chapter 397 | Trash Cleanup

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sleepy omega!reader x poly 141 just constantly wanting cuddles or just sliding into their beds in the middle of the night because the massive stuffed teddy in their nest isnt doing it for them-

Gosh dang it, I've become such a sucker for anything Omegaverse 🥹 Thank you for your request! I hope you'll like this blurb 🩷 And I'm so sorry this took so long, omg!

Pairing: alpha!TF-141 x omega!gn!Reader

Warnings/Info: military!Reader; packmates; alpha/omega dynamics; domesticity; hurt/comfort; fluff; teammates/friends to lovers

No matter how much you're tossing and turning while clinging to your favourite ginormous bear plushie (a gift from Price himself), your nest feels... off. It's not nearly as warm and cosy enough as you need it, and you don't understand why.

You haven't made any big changes, have you? You'd simply fluffed up all the blankets and pillows and plushies you own; the usual routine. Your nose wrinkles as you sit up inside your nest to sniff around in the dark. Okay, perhaps the scent of your pack mates isn’t quite there anymore—only barely lingering on your nesting materials, but that shouldn’t bother you as much as it does right now.

They’re right here, just across the hallway in their respective rooms or perhaps still lounging in the living room, quietly suffering with their episodic insomnia. So, knowing that they’re under the same roof with you should be enough, but it simply isn’t.

As you dig yourself out from under your pillow fortress, you immediately shiver as soon as the chilly winter breeze currently sweeping in through the cracked window hits your flushed body, because even in the deepest winter season, you cannot sleep with the window closed. And now clad, or rather drowning, in one of Simon’s hoodies and a pair of warm sweatpants, you’re still cold.

No, something isn’t quite right.

You feel too restless, uncomfortable, and lonely.

Crawling out of your nest, you scramble to your feet and make your way out of your bedroom and into the living room down the hall��where you can already see the flickering light of the flat TV around the corner, though the volume is low and heavily drowned out by your pack leader’s hackle-raising snores. 

Peeking around the corner, not wanting to disturb him, you find John sprawled out on the large armchair, clutching the remote in one hand, his head tipped back and mouth wide open while he continues to sound like a berserker with sinusitis. It’s an endearing sight, seeing him this openly vulnerable and relaxed, and you can't stop yourself from getting a whiff of his sleepy, musky scent as you sniff the air greedily.

It makes your heart flutter and a pleasant shiver run down your spine.

Oh, how tempted you are to simply walk up and crawl into his lap, bury your face into his chest and sleep with him like this, but you don’t want to risk waking him up, so you let out the softest sigh and slowly turn to sneak off into the other direction, back towards your own cold, empty bedroom—

Just to bump into a tall, solid mountain of lean muscle.

“Havin’ fun stalking the Cap while he’s knocked out cold?”

You swallow a surprised squeak and stare up at Kyle with wide doe-eyes as he swiftly reaches out to grasp your forearms to keep you steady and in place. His voice is soft, full of amusement, his warm brown eyes nearly twinkling in the flickering lights of the TV as he looks down at you. “Aw, did I scare ya, little mouse?”

You shake your head adamantly. “No, I was just getting a glass of water.” It’s a white lie, but you don’t want to start explaining something you have no explanation for yet.

Kyle lifts an eyebrow and releases you to cross his arms as he scrutinizes you while you can clearly see his nostrils twitch as he scents you discreetly.

“I see,” he replies eventually, though, knowing Kyle, you can tell that he’s not buying your lie one bit. “So, you’re good, yeah? Headin’ back to your den then?”

The question lingers in the air and as you open your mouth to answer, he beats you to it.

“Or perhaps another room tonight?” Kyle watches your lashes flutter as you blink dumbly, and he ignores the sudden urge to squish your cheeks with his hands and pull your face against his neck to scent-mark you thoroughly. “I’m just saying,” he shrugs, “ya haven’t been seekin’ out any one of us lately, ‘s all.” He’s not accusing you, just stating an observation he’s made.

And it’s true. You haven’t been seeking out the alphas of your pack; too afraid to be viewed as annoying or too clingy. It’s been hard enough to be the only omega in TF-141, after all. You don’t want to be their burden but an asset instead. 

Swallowing thickly, you really wish you had a cold glass of water right about now. “Uhm, well–” You press your lips into a tight line before you shrug, feeling like a complete idiot. At this point, you might be worse than Simon when it comes to articulating your feelings—not that you’d ever willingly admit that out loud.

“I just... don’t wanna bother anyone. You’re all stressed and busy and uh... yeah, I’ll just go back to my room, I guess,” you grumble, hoping that neither sadness nor disappointment spike your scent to tell on you.

Kyle lets out a small huff through his nose and rolls his shoulders as he listens to you. There’s a slight twitch between his brows as you mention being a bother to them, but then he fixes his face into a more neutral expression before he steps aside.

“Alright. Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You give a small nod, wishing deep down that he’d simply tug you along and make you sleep in his bedroom tonight, but Kyle stands stock still, and you walk past him back down the hall and into your empty, chilly omega den—somehow feeling worse than before.

Your gloomy bedroom feels even colder while you rearrange your nest for the third time, but never feeling satisfied with it. You keep swallowing down the little, high-pitched chuffs and whines of distress bubbling up in your throat; afraid someone might hear or smell the underlying bitterness now lacing your usually bloomy, comforting scent.

When the door suddenly creaks open, you freeze and hold your breath, spine straightening as you kneel in the middle of your nest, clutching your plushie to your chest.

“Relax,” Johnny chuckles quietly, his voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep, “…s’ jus’ me, hen.”

He slips through the crack and leaves the door ajar before he casually walks towards your nest, stretching languidly with a yawn before slipping inside with you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble reflexively, nearly whining, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

But Johnny only clucks his tongue, eyes already fluttering shut in bliss as he pulls you into his arms. “None ‘o tha’, hen,” he grumbles, letting out a contented chuff as soon as he buries his nose into your hair. “Ah missed ye.”

The vibration of his low rumble makes you shiver, it breaks you out of your momentary stupor, and you swiftly reciprocate his embrace, burying your nose into his neck and huffing his lightly smoky scent eagerly with a happy purr.

And while you and Johnny cuddle, bringing balance back to your room, your bedroom door is pushed open once more and a warm, musky scent is added to the atmosphere—like suede and cask aged bourbon.

Simon slips into your nest and curls his massive body around you from behind with nothing more than a deep, sleepy grumble as his heavy arm snakes around your torso, pulling you closer until the tip of his nose is pressed against the nape of your neck.

Feeling like you’re finally on omega cloud nine at this point, surrounded by two of your precious alphas in your own nest, you can barely hear the other two males stumbling into your room above the beginning snores coming from both Johnny and Simon.

“C’mon, Cap, this way.” Lifting your head up, you can hear Kyle mutter quietly as he guides a sleep-drunk Captain Price towards your nest.

“Stay.” Johnny mumbles in his sleep, curling his arm tighter around your waist below Simon’s arm as you shift in their snug embraces, but before you can reply, Price lets out a soft growl—not a warning but a non-verbal order—and suddenly, all four men arrange themselves in your nest, dragging their bulky bodies around sluggishly until they’ve build a proper cuddle pile around you.

They end up snuggling and hugging you one way or another, their noses pressed into your skin while you’re practically buzzing as you purr for them.

“T’was a proper pain in the arse to wake ‘em up, sweet’eart,” Kyle mutters with a soft sigh, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Next time you feel like this, you let us know. We’re here to take care of our ‘mega… and don’t lie to me again,” he grumbles, interlacing his fingers with yours tenderly while your heart thuds steadily against your chest.

“You’re a shit liar.”

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Terminado el cuarto vlog de Ryan Trahan publicado hoy, me he puesto a escuchar "Sea Lion" (by OTE). La melancolía de su maravillosa Penny Series arañando mi corazón.

Un par de horas más tarde me encontraba llorando a causa de Tschaikowsky y su Pas de Deux para The Nutcracker.

Hay que ver.

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next time kidnapper!ghost makes you sit on his face, you deliberately try to suffocate him. obviously, it doesn't work. you only succeeded in making him cum in his pants while making you squirt and overstimulating yourself. he definitely rates it a 10/10 of the ways you've tried to kill him so far.

"what a way to go, lovie." he says long after the fact, his face still glistening with your essence. "keep trying, though. i don't mind it."

the fucking bastard-

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Excuse you?🤨

I 🙏🏼BEG🙏🏼you to put me on your taglist, I DEVOURED your work in a few hours and I'm STILL HUNGRY.

So, thank you. Thank you for sharing your art.

how to woo your soulmate: chapter nine

pairing: villain!all might/reader rating: explicit tags: villain all might, soulmate au, slice of life/fluff, reluctantly falling in love, pov alternating, wet dream, masturbation word count: 2.5k summary:

Most people were happy with their soulmates. Sure, there were the odd few matches that simply didn’t work out, for one reason for another, but they were few and far between.

You, however… your soulmate was the Number One Villain in the country, who was intent on winning you over. After all- it’s fate, isn’t it?

chapter summary:

Yagi dreams of you, and the two of you have an important conversation about your relationship.

read on ao3 here!

taglist: @actuallysaiyan, @silvershadow1711, @duckywithahat, @crimsonflameproxy, @like-a-clock

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some things you just can't help

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Oh, love

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something something your friends howling with laughter when you send “john mactavish — the better john” back to the table he shares with a bunch of wide shouldered sorts with a careless “sorry, i prefer my “johns” with experience” after a cursory up-and-down over his body.

those same friends staring slack-jawed when an absolute bear of a man drops heavily into the seat opposite you with a “heard you like a john with experience, s’that right, sweetheart?”

meanwhile you’re staring at the grey hair in his beard and at his temples with something approaching stars in your eyes

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Dolcezza

Pairing: Y/N (F) x Captain Barbossa (POTC)

Summary: Captain Barbossa finds in you the woman he had started to believe he'd never find after searching for so long. It takes just one glance for him to recognize you and not much longer for you to hear his declaration.

Content: Power Couple, Fated Mates

The sea breeze cools your damp face.

You wipe away what you decide will be your last tear and prepare to move, but a squealing noise halts you in your tracks. Tiny claws grab onto your skirt and make their way up your body until they stop at your bare shoulder. Its little fingers dig into your skin before you can even register what’s happening.

It’s a monkey. A very small one dressed in clothes.

You smile because it’s impossible not to.

- Hello. Nice to meet you, too.

The monkey holds one of your several braids in its tiny hands and smiles at you. You look past it.

- I assume you have a master. Where’s your owner?

You approach a fruit and vegetable stall and, with your beautiful features and clever words, distract the owner’s attention from your hands.

You turn around, having completed your theft, and hand the monkey the red apple you had hidden in a pocket of your long skirt. Your companion barely takes a bite of the fruit before jumping to the ground with a thud and darting off, disappearing around a dark corner.

After a few minutes of wandering, you realize you’ve unconsciously returned to the spot where the monkey had "attacked" you.

You glance ahead. And then down.

There, the waves crash against the rocks again and again.

There, the sound of the sea brings you an eerie calm that, unlike a few minutes ago, stirs up a hundred different emotions.

I know. You think. But if it’s not this, what am I going to do?

- I’m glad you decided not to jump.

You turn to face the person who spoke and you see the monkey, still eating the red apple, sitting on his shoulder.

- You’re glad? - Your voice is calm. Firm but kind at the same time. - You don’t know me.

- No, - He concedes. - I don’t. But it would certainly be an honor to.

- What’s his name?

A smile curves on the man’s lips when he realizes you’re talking about the monkey.

- This is Jack. I’m Captain-

- Captain Barbossa. - You finish for him.

His smile, a mischievous one, deepens.

You turn your attention back to the sea.

- What’s your name, Dolcezza?

After a moment you look back at him. Despite the sunset light, you can’t decipher the color of his eyes, but you can see the gleam of amusement in them. You walk past him.

- Y/N.

- What would your answer be if I offered to invite you for a drink?

Glancing over your shoulder, your refusal remains unspoken as Barbossa steps forward.

- Allow me to reward you on Jack’s behalf.

After a couple of seconds of silence, you turn around and start walking.

- Was it that obvious that I wanted to jump?

Jack licks his fingers on the shoulder of the Captain furthest from you, his little noises echoing between you.

You lead him down a long path that leads to the shore. It's deserted and the sunset light makes your skin glow like honey. He looks at you.

- No. But observation is one of my virtues, just as it is yours.

- We just met. You say that so soon?

- Without hesitation.

His answer brings a smile to your face. And, then, your smile widens because it is a very unusual change of plans—to go from trying to end your life to walking with Captain Barbossa.

- I suppose, Dolcezza, it’s also too soon for you to tell me why you tried to take your life.

…Why not?

- I lost the one who gave meaning to my life.

Your eyes meet. His gaze, far from being intrusive or indifferent, is comforting.

You realize you feel comfortable talking about this subject in his presence, so you do:

- I know that suicide isn’t the only answer, but right now I can’t imagine a future without her by my side. - Your voice breaks as you add: - I don’t want a future without her.

You feel a weight on your shoulder. Jack’s tiny hands brush away a tear that had started to silently slide down your cheek.

- I’m sorry. - You hear it in his voice, that it’s genuine. - Who was she?

- My sister.

He remains silent, deducing that you want to continue speaking but need a moment to find the right words.

- I need time to let her go. - You begin. - But that's what I find hardest to bear now, time. There isn't an hour that goes by that I don't think about her. Not an hour that goes by without feeling pain for her absence.

Jack complains with a little noise when he wipes away another tear from your cheek.

Hector’s voice interrupts the monkey’s sounds:

- He doesn’t like it when you cry.

Your surprised expression when you hear that is simply beautiful. Barbossa is grateful for capturing the moment when your sad face fades to a touched one as you raise your gaze first to him then to the little animal.

You manage to coax a smile from Jack by gently stroking his tiny head.

- Forgive me. - You say to Jack.

You arrive at the beach almost immediately.

It’s impossible for you not to admire the sunset, even though you can feel the Captain’s gaze lingering on your skin, scrutinizing every detail.

His voice sounds serious when he speaks:

- Time itself isn’t the most important thing.

Barbossa understands, seeing your face, that his words brings you peace. Not anger nor anxiety, but a sense of complicity. Of understanding.

- But what I do with it, that’s what matters. - You add.

Barbossa turns his gaze toward the sea, where the sunset is displaying its full glory, and now it’s your turn to observe him.

- What do you want to do with your time, Dolcezza?

A spark warms your chest. You smile because that’s the question you needed to hear.

Caressing Jack’s little head, you make your request:

- Invite me for a drink, Captain.

Barbossa silently places his left hand on his stomach, creating a space for your right arm to slip through.

He then responds:

- Your wishes are my commands.

And you slide your arm through the gap.

The Captain opens the tavern door for you, and after crossing it, he pulls a chair back for you to sit in front of a table. He excuses himself, telling you he’ll step over to the bar for a moment to order your drinks.

Jack stays perched on your shoulder, playing with your braids and the beads woven into them.

- Captain, - The bartender greets him. - what can I get you?

- Get me two drinks.

- Where’s Jack today? Ah, I see him. He’s with the singer.

Barbossa fixes his gaze on you, distractedly playing with Jack.

The next question he asks, as it could not be otherwise, is:

- The singer?

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I think I have a type🤍🪽

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The King has returned