#AND the weather is lovely 🥺💕💕

[lilbitofmac]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ‼️‼️

TYSM, MONARCH!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[pinespittinink]

Hi! I just wanted to say that your blog is awesome, and you make the most gorgeous aesthetic boards!! And your WIPs all sound fascinating!! :D ~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes) P.S. - lovely taste on your blog theme!! I have the same one on my main, hehehe.

oh wow this is so sweet thank you ;;-;

im always just glad to hear when people like my aesthetics and funky little stories (the mood boards especially fhfhfffhhhh I fell off the bus and had to relearn how I used to make such good ones)

to quote isabelle from acnh, I hope you have the loveliest of lovely days! 💕🌸

[indouloureux]

shy!popular!reader sleeps with eddie after smoking with him (it was their first time smoking and they were scared to do it alone), eddie wakes up thinking it was a one time thing, but reader is all soft with him in the morning 🥺 (bonus of reader was a virgin and the weed gave them the confidence to make a move on eddie)

aaaaaa i love this!!! thank you for requesting 💕

18+ mdni. cw: oral (f receiving), breath play, overstimulation, fingering. slight angst, allusions to smut, virgin!reader, fluff, smoking.

his lighter flickers, igniting the small flame that lights up the end of his cigarette. a sizzling sound tickles his ears, and suddenly he misses your gentle laugh.

but he doesn't want to disturb you. not when you're clad in one of his blue öyster cult shirts, chest rising steadily as you swim in the ocean of slumber, eyelashes fluttering at the dream you run around in. you look peaceful, and you always have been.

eddie thinks of last night. when you'd knocked on his door, flustered and nervous. not because you're talking to eddie 'the freak' himself, but because you're friends had asked you to buy weed for the first time—using their repulsion for him as an excuse for their lack of courage.

you looked pretty. a gentle blush coating your cheeks, where he didn't know if it had been the small make-up ones, or the cold weather that nipped at your skin, or if you were just really shy despite the prominent reputation you (accidentally) harbored. eddie thinks he might have been hallucinating seeing you on his doorstep with nothing but stuttering words and a bashful smile.

do you sell the...thing? you asked. like the word 'weed' was taboo, especially with your conservative family who you worried was lurking around everytime you left your home. but he's amused. yes. he said. i do sell the thing.

but when you gave him the twenty dollars despite his protest ("new customers pay fifteen," lie. "especially when they're pretty girls," truth), you stood in the middle of his living room, frowning at the ziplock of the smelly marijuana, before you looked up at him with balky eyes and a twitching mouth that fears disappointment.

"do you wanna get high with me?"

he'd stopped dead on his tracks and fiddled with the fifteen dollars in his fingers. at first he thought you were joking, or it was some freudian slip, but you looked so eager with a curious glint in your eyes. and of course, with someone as pretty as you offering to get high with him, how could he say no?

you told him it was your first time (and it was also not the first time you told him that). that you wanted to know how it worked before you went back to your friends to spare yourself the embarrassment. eddie had gladly instructed you with a mischievous forethought. "put that in your mouth, sweetheart. ohh, that's it. then you suck— inhale, sorry. ah-ah-ah, keep it in. you feel it in your lungs? yeah, you can open your mouth now baby— holy shit..."

when the whites of your eyes had turned pink, mouth parted to let out the jokes you'd been afraid to tell your so-called-friends and you'd loosened up to the presence of notorious 'cult leader,' you'd slipped up the fact that your girlfriends kept on talking about virginities and sex and their ever loving boyfriends with semi-big cocks. and you so brazenly told him that, albeit you feel so revolted with the jocks you hang around with, that you'd been jealous to be the only one who's yet to be defiled.

and it's what's making eddie maudlinly reminisce last nights events behind the crooked cigarette.

how sweet your moans had been when he fucked you with his tongue and ring covered fingers; brought you your first orgasm that hadn't come from the pillow you humped. the taste of your sweet cum that still lingered on the tip of his tongue. then your tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his indelicate cock as he gently split you open with slow strokes that had you mewling at the feeling.

how the lewd sounds of your squelching sounds of your cum and your arousal that made both your thighs disgustingly sticky. and how blissful he felt spilling into the rubber as you cried beneath him.

it had been over too soon. but hey, at least you slept beside him on his bed without any judgement whatsoever, right?

he exhales the suffocating smoke of his cigarette and taps it thrice, letting the cold air that seeps through his ajar window nip at his bare chest that still had the red scratches of your nails on his opalescent skin. eddie hopes you sleep for a bit longer, just so he can stare at you without any worries whatsoever.

but much to his dismay, your breathing stutters and you slowly wake up. eddie's hand lowers from his mouth, watching you untuck your hands from beneath your head to cover your mouth as you yawn.

"well good morning, sleeping beauty,"

you blink, the tears of your yawn dampening your dried eyelashes and eyeballs. eddie smiles fondly, the faint scent of your bergamot perfume mixing in with his boyish musk of cheap cologne and dirt. he debates on keeping its scent like that; refusing to wash it just so he could smell you (non pervertingly).

"hi," you stretch an arm. "how long have you been awake?"

"a couple of minutes," he answers. "how'd you sleep?"

eddie lets his eyes wander to the tangled strands of your hair, thinks of how silky they'd been when he ran his fingers through your hair. how the rich scent of apples from whatever shampoo you used invaded his nostrils. he blushes.

"it was okay," you grunt. "i had, um, fun," you don't look at his eyes. you look at the intrepid tattoos. you're too nervous, embarrassed maybe. worried he didn't enjoy it as much as you did.

"you did?" there's a lilt of surprise in his voice; the bewilderment that sets his pitch just a bit higher that almost makes him choke on the smoke in his throat.

of course you did. eddie had been gentle. something you hadn't expected from his intimidating vogue. he was kind and patient, told you all the things you expected. and he made you feel safe—something those jocks had never made you feel when you were with them. you didn't think of running away, or sinking down in his couch to escape his intense stares, or sneak up to call the cops.

eddie made you feel free; his reverent fucking had buzzed a paroxysm of ecstasy that ensnared your senses and brought you to seventh heaven. he made you feel better than the weed you'd consumed, and the itch in your heart makes you crave for more of him.

"yeah," your voice of gentle susurration makes him smile. you eye the lit cigarette in his hand. "it was amazing,"

but his doubt gets the best of him. the last few women who he'd reduced as his stress-reliever fuck had always told him that they wanted to forget something ever happened. and if he were being honest, he felt the same way for them. but you were different. there's a small devil on his shoulder that whispered his insecurities in his ear, and eddie says, "look, um. about l-last night. you, um, we can just forget that all of those ever happened,"

you don't expect to be frowning early in the morning with something twisting your guts. "what? why?"

"because," eddie laughs sardonically, gesturing to himself. "you're you and i'm...eddie."

"and?"

his lips curl. "what do you mean 'and?'"

"so what if you're eddie?" you whisper, tugging on your fingers. suddenly eddie feels guilty, your bottom lip jutting out in disappointment and he wonders if you think it's your fault. (you do. but eddie knows it's not your fault)

"well. i mean it's not like we can talk in school, babe. your friends are gonna judge you-"

"i don't care," you furrow your eyebrows. "i don't judge them for dating jocks who are so stupid."

eddie twists, a hand tilting your head to look at him. the simple touch makes you forget what he said for a split second, the comfort of his thumb wiping any imaginary tears. "well, sweetheart, i'm not a jock. i'm-"

"don't say it," you snap, threatening him. "i really liked last night. and i- i'd like to do it again..." your eyes soften, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist. "...with you. obviously,"

his heart palpitates. a swarm of bats circling around his belly. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"well, for the record," he brushes the hair out of your face. "i really liked last night, too,"

you smile, and his temptations are fed.

for the first time, he kisses you. eddie kisses you with excitement buzzing in him; fervor burning with anticipation. he hadn't kissed you last night—something you've made an agreement with seeing as kissing was...passionate. but now he kisses you with a cigarette mouth and an eager tongue that invades your mouth when you moan slightly against him.

the taste of him sends heat down your core, dampening your panties. eddie quickly detaches himself to your lips and kisses down your neck, where he sees the light marks he'd left. he plants a kiss or two, a sacrilegious aid. with his cigarette balanced between his index and middle fingers, he uses the other to slither down beneath the sheets and cup your heat.

"christ," he grunts against your neck, swallowing your quieted moan. "wet already?"

"not my fault," you push the covers away, throwing it aside, almost falling off his bed and eddie slots himself between your legs, knees raising to dig on his waist. "you- you kiss like a wh-..."

eddie smiles in levity. "i kiss like a what, baby?"

you whine, eyes fluttering shut when he digs the heel of his palm on your clothed cunt, cheeks flaring in embarrassment. it's too vulgar, you think. but you're not in the place where your parents are, and you say, "like a w-whore."

he pushes your shirt up beneath your chest, his teeth biting softly at the small bow on your panties before he digs his nose right at the indent of your wet slit. you whimper, legs spread wide by the guidance of his hand. "mm. right. like i'm the one who's wet."

eddie pushes your panties to the side and wastes no time pressing the flat of his tongue on your dripping hole. you jolt, the sparks of sore sensitivity makes your eyes water. but he doesn't care—not when your hair shoots to clutch tightly on his hair, eliciting a baritone hum that vibrates against your blushing clit.

"o-oh! eddie,"

he puts the cig back on his wet lips, his tongue coating it with your slick and his saliva before he lets the nicotine evade his mouth. you pant, lifting your head to take a look, watching as he removes the cigarette that you greedily take from him.

salaciously, eddie blows the smoke onto your cunt. it was hot, a harsh kiss that mimicked the rigid waft of winter that caressed your skin. but it felt good—ticklish, but overwhelmingly good. and the smoke has barely withered into the air when he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it, gathering all your arousal into his mouth.

you moan, the heel of your palm pressing on the sweat at your forehead, the cigarette on your hand still burning and waiting. eddie chuckles. "you liked that, didn't you?"

"yeah," you place the cigarette in your mouth, just when he fucked his fingers in. you almost choke, plucking it out to cough the smoke and bring forth a croaked moan. "jesus!"

you give up and toss the cigarette on his ashtray beside the bed, seeing no use anymore.

but his strokes are gentle, his fingertips pressing on your velvety walls, scissoring them slowly before he parts them and spreads you open. your hand is tight around his tangled curls, admiring the thick muscle of his pink tongue flicking at your clit.

"god, baby, you taste amazing," his own eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock hard and straining but it's not what he's focused on right now.

you taste like nectar found from the waterfalls of heaven, after he'd climbed back up from the pits of hell. the nicotine on his tongue made everything better, letting you drip onto his mouth before he swallows it all up.

"e-eddie," you cry. "i'm gonna cum,"

"cum then," he nips at your folds. "be good and cum on my face, honey,"

and everything felt like you're in an abyss of deathless pleasure. the sensitivity from last night twists the coil tighter, and eddie's fingers move faster. the squelching sound of your arousal glinting brightly around his knuckles, so much that it had almost been a mirror for you to use. he sucks and laps at your folds, prodding his nose at the hood of your clit, until you explode and cum on his face.

your legs fall to the bed, catching your breath as eddie plucks his fingers out on a wet slosh, putting it back in his mouth to suck your juices out of his limbs. you smile lazily in the afterglow of your morning orgasm, and eddie can't help himself but lean down and capture his lips with yours.

"had fun up here?" he cocks a brow, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, his damp fingers lacing around yours.

you suck your cheeks in and offer him a shy smile. "i'm definitely gonna come back here later,"

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[angelbaby-fics]

I saw that u write for Daddy stucky x little x little Peter and it's si adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Maybeeeee 🐝

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace like daipers and all the time sleepy and she just want to be in daddies arms but they need to go to the avenger tower and have a Meeting and another cg babysit the little one's but the baby reader dont understand why daddies aren’t there and just cries and petie try to comfort her and when daddies are back and daddy bucky picks her up she immediately stops crying and falls asleep and more fluff u can choose how petie would try to comfort her (he is like 6 or 7 in headspace)

Proud Of You

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: CG!Stucky x Little!Reader x Little!Peter (fem terms used for reader)

A/N: hello lovely anon! my requests are actually closed but………… i really liked this idea 😮 sooo i wrote it anyways!! i really really love big brother peter 🥺 and i tried to make this as fluffy as can be! enjoy 💕

It was the dreamiest afternoon, a heavy blanket of clouds pushing away the last sunrays of summer as autumn made itself known. As you napped in your crib, Peter and Bucky were enjoying a movie on tv, curled up on the big couch in the living room. Steve had left on an errand to the grocery store, suddenly inspired by the overcast weather to cook a cozy meal for his family. A scented candle on the shelf in the corner filled the room with warmth, and Bucky took deep breaths as he stroked Peter’s hair, filing away this perfect moment in his mind to look back on whenever he needed to remember just how safe his life was now. He tried to ignore the phone buzzing in his pocket, silently cursing whoever was trying to disturb his heaven, but when the notifications continued to flood in, he reluctantly answered the call.

Peter sat up as Bucky maneuvered to retrieve his phone, the sudden movement of his favorite pillow pulling the kiddo from the brink of an unplanned nap. Peter looked up at his Baba as he answered the phone, furrowing his brows as Bucky sighed. On the other end, Steve lightly chided his husband for not answering sooner, before letting him know that he was currently stranded at the store, the family car unresponsive in the parking lot. Bucky reassured Steve that he’d be right there, running a tired hand over his face as he hung up the phone and picked up the baby monitor that showed your nursery. The video showed you still fast asleep in your crib, pacifier half fallen out of your mouth. Mentally calculating the time it would take to reach the store and back, Bucky decided it wasn’t worth disturbing your nap for an errand that would hopefully be over before you even woke up to notice he was gone.

“What’s wrong, Baba?” Peter spoke up. There was anxiety in his voice, but not very much; he could tell it must not be an emergency if Bucky was so calm.

“Daddy’s car broke and I have to go pick him up from the store.” Bucky tried not to sound too annoyed.

“Can I come?” Peter asked eagerly, but Bucky shook his head.

“Not this time, pumpkin. I need you to be a big boy and take care of the house while I’m gone. Don’t answer the door for anyone and try not to wake up your sister, okay baby?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, thrilled to be assigned a mission - even if that mission was just to stay put on the couch and not get into trouble.

With a kiss to the top of the spider boy’s head, Bucky was out the door, wanting more than anything to get this done as quickly as possible. Peter stared at the door for what felt like ages after it had closed behind his Baba, counting down the minutes until his return. And then he heard your cry from the baby monitor speaker.

Your precious slumber was interrupted, your peaceful dreams morphing into a heart stopping nightmare, almost as if you could sense your Baba’s absence and your Daddy’s distress. Tossing and turning, you ripped your way out of the cocoon of sleep, letting out a choked sob as you desperately tried to rejoin the waking world. You opened your eyes into the darkness, anxiously staring at your nursery door, almost mentally willing it to burst open and your daddies to come rushing in. But when the door finally did open, it was tentative, and the figure you saw illuminated by the hall light was not who you expected.

Peter rushed towards you as soon as he saw your desperate face. He reached through the bars of your crib to hold your hand as he reassured you were safe, big brother was here and he wasn’t gonna let anything hurt you. But it was no use, you just kept thrashing and crying out.

“Daddy! Baba!!” You wailed, needing more than anything just to be wrapped in their big strong arms, protected from anything and everything that could come your way.

Peter crouched down so his face was level with yours, wanting more than anything just to comfort you.

“Daddies aren’t here right now, but it’s okay, I got you!” Peter reassured you, and although you stopped fighting and let your body calm down, your tears still didn’t stop.

“Baba…” You sobbed, your chest heaving up and down with nervous breaths.

“Can I get you out of your crib?” Peter asked, his hand already on the latch.

You nodded and Peter let down the bars of the crib, helping you down onto the carpeted floor. He held your hand all the way as he led you back to the living room, his protective heart breaking as he heard you sob behind him. He brought you to the couch and helped you onto it, making sure you were comfy and stable, knowing you were particularly small at the moment. Peter wrapped you in a plush throw blanket and grabbed the nearest stuffed animal, tucking it into the blanket with you.

“I gotta go to the kitchen, okay?” He asked, and your eyes widened. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll be right back!”

You watched him all the while he zoomed around the corner into the kitchen, never leaving your line of sight as he ran to the fridge and pulled out a premade bottle. Taking the lid off, he put it in the microwave for less than a minute, just enough to bring it around room temperature, and as an added courtesy, he even made sure to open the microwave door before it could beep too loudly.

Just as quickly as he’d rushed into the kitchen, Peter was right back by your side, climbing up onto the couch to join you. He wrapped an arm around your blanketed body, leaning you into him as he brought the lukewarm bottle to your lips. With tears still in your eyes, you drank. The warm milk filling your belly brought your mind into focus, and your breathing steadied with each sip. With the hand that wasn’t already clutched around your stuffie, you reached out to Peter, gripping his pointer finger with your whole hand. The more you calmed down, the more your brother did as well, now confident in his ability to take care of you. You weren’t even halfway through with the bottle when you heard a familiar key in the front door lock.

Your milk drunk eyes flew open, laser focused on the door as it opened to reveal your two favorite people in the whole world. Peter dropped the bottle, but you’d already forgotten about your post-nap snack, your only care in the world was getting into your daddies’ arms as quickly as possible. Your arms reached out, fingers flexing out at Steve and Bucky, desperate for them to finish bringing in the groceries, locking the door, taking off their shoes. It felt like it was taking forever.

“Well look who’s awake!” Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, just about as eager as you were to have you in his arms. He relieved you from Peter’s lap, and you gripped his shirt up in your fists, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his comforting scent. Peter was left to look up at Bucky, studying his face to try and figure out what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry Baba.” He apologized preemptively, just in case Bucky was mad at your nap ending prematurely.

“Sorry about what, kiddo? You didn’t wake her up on purpose, did you?”

Peter shook his head rigorously, hoping to convey to his Baba that he’d never do that.

“Then you have nothing to be sorry for, okay baby boy? In fact, it looks like you did a pretty good job holding down the fort while we were gone. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky said, picking up Peter and joining you and Steve in the kitchen where the ingredients for that night’s special dinner were all spread out on the counter.

“Yea! Luv oo!” You chimed in, and Peter grinned the widest you’d ever seen him.

[queenofallimagines]

Omg hello!! I just read your devotee headcanons(they were all amazing I loved them) for the brothers and I just wanted to ask if you could do one for guardian angel simeon???in my religion we believe that every person has a guardian angel so imagine how funny it would be when you come down to the devildom and simeon is like :o it's you!!

Certainly beloved!💕 I think this one might be the longest😭

Simeon:

- unlike the others, notices right off the bat

- He’s been assigned to you since before birth like come on he could recognize you by just an eyelash

- Will be slightly hurt if you don’t recognize him

- “You don’t remember me?🥺 but I sing you a lullaby when you were 2”

- Sir…. Please be serious, that’s like 3 seconds of memory

- Will passive aggressively push for you to move in with him in purgatory hall

- Lucifer is exhausted because he’s always there

- “You act like you LIVE here. Go back to YOUR dorms!”

- “Bold of you to think I would leave MY precious, amazing human here will all of you unsupervised”

- He’s not about to stop being clingy neither

- Sharing old stories at student coy meetings like you have got to stop him before he gets out a photo album 😭

- Scolds you like a parent

- “I know you’re now doing what you shouldn’t be”

- Luke is your honorary baby brother

- Will ask Luke to watch you like he’s tall enough to reach the microwave

- “Luke I’ll be back in a minute make sure they don’t have any more sweets”

- Like you’re literally grown💀please tell him to back off a little or this will get worse

- When he realizes he’s falling for you in a way Guardian Angels shouldn’t. He panics

- This the same shit Lilith did

- And he got demoted for just AGREEING with Lucifer about the war

- Hides it like he’s gonna take it to the grave, especially from Luke

- You notice he starts avoiding you a little and will lie through his teeth that he’s just feeling a little under the weather

- Lucifer peeped game though, and he’s like yeah absolutely NOT

- he’s not letting anything else happen to any more of his Family

- Will lock your ass up until he gets Simeon alone to have a talk with him

- Like you now have a curfew 😭

- Listen…. He would tear apart the entire exchange program over lesson 16,,,,

- Like y know how Diavolo said Simeon is the ONE person he doesn’t want to piss off?

- Yeah it’s like inconsolable now

- In any timeline any life any dimension he will feel you’re endanger

- In like Bible canon they really can’t help unless god gives them the okay so they’re often times forced to watch the one they were bound to protect suffer

- But this is the devildom and he don’t really got eyes down here. So who’s to stop him from coming to your aid??

- Even though you’re “technically” okay he’s still like not having it

- As soon as it happens he feels a sharp cold pain throughout his entire body and drops whatever he’s holding

- Struggling to remember how to breathe all he can think about is sprinting to the house of lamentation

- Busts open the doors to see you in mammon arms, and it’s like his whole world shatters

- He hears belphie laughing, and he’s never felt rage like this before

- Lucifer is fighting for his LIFE because he’s having to balance feeling grief, shock,rage, and also try to keep his brothers from going off the deep end so he’s like frozen

- Can’t think fast enough to stop Simeon from unleashing some divine punishment on this spoiled brat

- Lucifer does snatch him up because he will literally kill him in cold blood right there if he doesn’t reason with him

- Almost snaps back on Lucifer before you show up again for the intermission

- Shaking and crying with relief

- You’re gonna make him literally faint MC please😭

- Like don’t the angels use a LOT of magic to keep their emotions in check so they don’t go crazy like demons do?

- They’re having to suppress every emotion ever and dull those

- So he’s got like a couple of eons of just raw feelings pent-up beating his ass all at once

- When you explain the reveal he’s like REALLY about to throw up

- Lucifer and everyone are like feeling relief and are glad you’re okay

- Almost wants to break mammon arms for holding you and barely letting anyone else get near you

- But he’s frozen in shock too

- Lucifer side eying Simon like,,,,, me too bro, but he has NO idea how to talk to him about that?

- Settles for holding you as tight as possible and whispering a prayer into your hair for protection

- Teaches you to use your angel powers

- But doubles down on his over protectiveness

- Helicopter angel now

- Which doesn’t really mesh well with Lucifer’s attachment anxiety

- will come pick you up at random ass times and whisk you away for no reason

- Like the exam is in a month why are you studying devildom history now???

- Causing Lucifer to freak the fuck out when he does his randomly scheduled MC room check-ups

- Doesn’t even think to text you before hyperventilating

- Luckily enough, the first time you come back with Simeon attached at the hip

- Him and Lucifer have gotten into it a few times over this

- Dia is forced to call a student council meeting without you present

- You and Luke think the meeting is tomorrow and are making snacks

- he’s like okay Simeon you can’t keep doing this

- And he goes OFF

- Like this is HIS fault for not watching and protecting you

- Like if this is supposed to be for human angels and demons to coexist you’re doing a shit job

- Almost single-handedly shuts down the program by saying he will take you home and make sure they never get near you ever again

- Lucifer feeling so much guilt he can’t breathe is trying to be in his best behavior and be rational, but Simeon is relentless

- He’s talking out the side of his neck until he snaps back on some “you’re literally following in Lilith’s footsteps! Do you not think that the celestial real won’t also deal out a punishment for MC? You falling from grace isn’t the only thing on the line here.”

- OOP

- It’s suddenly crickets

- Even Barbados is like 😦🫢

- He can’t even deny those allegations so he’s just like glaring at him

- Solomon steps in bc WOW this is getting crazy

- Reasons with him that because you have a pact with all of them now they CANT hurt you and you’re training under him as a sorcerer so you’ll be fully equipped to defend yourself from anything

- Simeon relents at least sitting back down in his chair

- Explains there really nobody best as a candidate for representing the three realms than you being a part of all three of them

- (Lilith when she died wasn’t an angel or a demon but something in between so in my head MC has always been all three; human demon and angel and that’s why they’re extra immune to demon magic)

- Simeon agreeing to chill out a little bit swearing if anything else ever happens to you, he wouldn’t hesitate to target whoever’s directly responsible

- Imagine how awkward the actual meeting is tomorrow 😭

- You’re having a great morning and everyone holding they breath

- Barbados my beloved is the only one who’s got enough sense and acting skills to act like nothing happened

- When you stop lord Doavolo mid-sentence to ask what the FUCK is up with these rancid vibes

- Barbatos kindly informs you that it’s the stress from a new school event that diavolo has yet to announce

- “It happens annually (lie) and it’s usually very exhausting to put together. Perhaps you can alleviate some of that for us.”

- Everyone subtlety lets out the breath they were holding seeing you so excited to help out

- Barbatos stirring the pot a little more ALSO suggests you run the maid bunny café

- Suddenly everyone forgets what the elephant in the room was and is now talking over each other

- There was no school event btw LMAO so they just had to make one up and then take three weeks to prepare for it.

- Great way to lift the spirits though✨

[scribbledghost]

I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

[kingkatsuki]

— when you want him to be your valentine

Masterlist.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you enjoy this one🥺💕

Warnings: A tiny bit angsty, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.3k.

Bakugou despised this time of year. The lull after Christmas was slowly going back to normal, the weather still offered a bitter chill that had him donning his winter costume even though the evenings became a little brighter, and the worst thing about all of it— Valentines Day.

It wasn’t enough that this gave the media an excuse to question him about his love life, like it was important anyway. He’s a Pro-Hero for fucks sake, it’s none of their damn business that he’s still single and hopelessly in love with you. But it also meant the fake consumer bullshit that came along with the holiday was staring him in the face anywhere he went. Shop fascias covered in a wild array of pinks and reds, embarrassingly big teddy bears placed in the windows, and tacky gifts everywhere he looked in Musutafu. Even arcades were following through on the hype— pink gifts sat in the crane games waiting to be won, figures of different Pro-Heroes painted a bright red in commemoration of the holiday— Although, Bakugou couldn’t deny he’d be trying to win that red All Might figure on one of his days off.

But the worst thing about Valentine’s Day? The thing he despised more than anything else.

Is the fact that you’ve made him want to celebrate it.

You made it into the office a little earlier today. Whether it was the nerves that had you waking up before your alarm, or the excitement of the holiday you weren’t sure. Waving at the security at the entrance of Dynamight’s Agency as you made your way towards the elevators.

You’d ended up going to bed in the early hours of the morning, spending your entire evening trying to make Bakugou some chocolates. You’d tried to follow the recipe you’d found online perfectly, but somehow you managed to decorate your kitchen in a mixture of cocoa and vanilla. Once you’d popped them out of the moulds you were nervous, a cheap store bought box sat in your living room ready to gift instead if things went badly. And maybe you’d bring those into the office too, in case your boss didn’t enjoy the ones you’d made. Testing one to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally kill the Number Two as you decided that they were good enough. You’d wanted them to be perfect, but maybe he’d like them anyway.

Both chocolates sat in your bag as you pressed the button to call the elevator down as you clung to the strap of your handbag.

“You think you can bring down some of Dynamight’s chocolate later?” He grinned as you shifted from foot to foot nervously.

“Uh— sure.” You smiled back, wondering if your handmade chocolate would even be good enough for the likes of your boss, probably nothing compared to some of the other gifts he’d inevitably receive today.

And you weren’t naive, you’d expected your boss to receive some chocolate or gifts today. He was the Number Two Hero after all— But what you hadn’t expected was the absolute avalanche of gifts the moment you stepped out of the lift.

Bakugou’s floor was covered in hues of pink and red, so much so you thought you’d stepped inside the local department store. Not only were there a huge array of chocolates— there were floral arrangements, teddy bears, cakes and what you assumed to be piles of letters sat around your desk.

Groaning as you dumped your bag onto the ground, shouldering your coat off to place it on the hook in the corner as you wondered how on earth you were going to get any work done when you were surrounded by Valentines Day.

What did Dynamight even do with this stuff? There was no way one man could eat this much chocolate, even with a sweet tooth. Your fingers reached out to stroke one of the vibrant red rose petals as you thought about the tiny box of chocolates that now sat in your bag.

There was no way you could gift those to him now, not after seeing this. Your messy wrapping was nothing compared to the intricate designs and patterns on these gifts. The next one more lavish than the last— some must have cost hundreds, maybe even thousands as you collapsed into your chair with a pout.

Maybe if you were lucky Dynamight would let you try some of the chocolate. You were certain one of the boxes that sat decorating the room contained some of the luxury chocolate that had gold flakes inside, and maybe you’d sneak out one of the bottles of champagne to in order to have with a warm bath tonight to try and drown your sorrows.

Bakugou came into the office around midday, preparing himself for the graveyard shift as he stepped out of the elevator onto his floor. Pulling out one of his headphones as he let his vermilion eyes screen the room, groaning at how disgusting the arrangement looked as he saw you settled in the middle of it all.

“Good morning, sir.” You smiled softly, and it had Bakugou’s heart racing.

Bakugou grunted in reply as he came towards your desk, cringing internally when he noticed the strong scent of women’s perfume permeating the air. The contrasting scents mingled together as it made him feel lightheaded, wondering how you’d managed to work in this room surrounded by all this shit for so long.

“Call maintenance, get them to come up and get rid of all this shit.”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see any of it—” You smiled softly.

“I dunno how you’re working surrounded by this crap, shit fuckin’ reeks.” He groaned.

“It’s not so bad,” You mumbled shyly, “I can send all the gifts downstairs, but there’s a few letters you might want to see.”

Bakugou looked back at the sacks of letters placed in the corner of the room, wondering why his PR team hadn’t gone through them and sent back generic replies with his photocopied signature like they usually did.

“Lazy assholes.” He mumbled under his breath, “You been eatin’ the chocolate?”

“Uh- yeah, sorry sir. I’m—” You’d taken what may have been your only chance to try the expensive chocolate, deciding that if you were going to drown your sorrows you were going to do it in luxury.

“Take it.” He cut you off, “I don’t care about this shit.”

“Oh,” You felt your heart drop as he continued past you towards his office.

“Fuckin’ hate this stupid day.” He mumbled, opening his office door.

“Yeah, Valentines is overrated. I’ll get this cleared up for you, sir.” You smiled wistfully as he closed the door behind him

Taking the chocolates out of your bag you decided to add them to the massive pile of gifts in Dynamight’s office. Not wanting to take them home and eat them yourself, it was already embarrassing enough that you’d spent so long making them for Bakugou when you should’ve known that you wouldn’t have a chance.

But little did you know on the other side of the door, Bakugou slumped into the chair in his office as he pulled a small gift out of his jacket pocket. Your words playing in his mind as he toyed with it between his fingers.

She thinks valentines is fucking overrated.

He’d been a fuckin’ idiot, stopping into one of the quaint, independent shops moments before closing to try and find a gift for you. Feeling stupid in his full hero costume as the store assistant smiled at him, locking the door so he could have a few moments to himself after closing to help find the perfect gift for you.

Shoving the small box into his pants pocket as he tipped the assistant generously, leaving the store to continue his night patrol.

White Day was approaching, but Bakugou wasn’t sure he could wait. Determined to give you the gift when he came into the office the next morning. But seeing your face surrounded by all those gifts from other women, and seeing how deflated you looked by the whole holiday, there was no way he could give you his gift.

Tossing the small box into the top drawer of his desk as he lay the back of his head against his chair, groaning softly.

Man, fuck Valentines Day.

[sea-lanterns]

noooo the mention of dragon eula 🥹 my sweet bbygirl... aaaa eula the proud and noble ice beast who dwells in dragonspine... when the people of mondstadt sacrifice you to the ice dragon that dwells there without even any protective garments against the snow... eula who is initially annoyed by the prospect of having company on her solitary mountain, but when she sees the way you tremble from the extreme weather, she gathers you into her dwelling and bundles you up against her and she's surprisingly warm!!

but also eula the prideful ice beast who yearns to have a whole litter of children with you to prove her noble race is capable of breeding with the best of women—you—and how she may seem so aloof and distant but when it comes to you all other things like her pride and disattachment melt away. what she feels in her heart is a puzzling sensation of... fondness, she daresays, and it should be beneath her to experience such sensations towards a lesser being, but when it comes to you she is ever so sweet and at your beck and call.

eula the ice beast of dragonspine, who terrifies mortal men at the mere mention of her name, and yet casts the most picturesque figure of beauty and grace as she dances amidst the snowflowers and crystals of her dwelling, before noticing the way you stand agape, and extending a hand to you in invitation!! and when you slow dance with her, her tail wraps around you both and try as she might to ignore it, a rumbly purr growls possessively in her throat as she sways with her bride 💃

aaaa eula my love 🥹🫶 imagine that once you've gained her mating mark, you gain an immunity to the cold, and are now able to traverse dragonspine freely, too! not that there's anywhere else you'd want to be, rather than there in here arms.

- sincerely, a very passionate eula lover

Going a little insane at the thought of Dragon Eula warming up her bride begrudgingly 🥺

Like, she wants her own solitude up in the mountains, not really wanting a bride in the first place, yet when she sees how you’re shivering in such thin attire, poor Eula just feels so entitled to your safety and growls before dragging you into her cave to heat you up <3

You wake up from your cold nap to find yourself sitting on the lap of the tall, towering, ice dragon of Dragonspine. Eula staring down at you while you’re buried in her feathery and scaly chest as the body heat shared between you is enough to finally warm you up. You can’t see her face but Eula is practically blushing, trying to play off the “cold and mean” part of her personality whilst trying not to admire how small and soft you are…

Eula may not have wanted a bride, but judging by the way she’s gently petting your head and blowing hot steam into your face, it’s safe to say that she’s slowly growing attached 💕

[pink-apollo]

Krueger and König cuddling headcanons

I’ve fallen into a deep depression and slowly trying to get myself out of it. I’ve tried to tell my mother hey I feel very OFF. Like I might need actual help. And she just dismisses it saying it’s the weather….Please if you need help, get it.💕 much love

Anyways enjoy two sweet Austrian bois🖤

❤️Somehow always wakes up finding himself curled up behind you with his arm secured tightly around your waist, head nuzzled in your hair, his soft breath hitting the back of your neck

❤️Enjoys it when you’re snuggled up next to him and trace his tattoos on his stomach. Tickles a little but sees it brings you comfort and lets you do your thing. Gets a little choked up if you kiss the scars that’s all along his arm and side. The x on his side bothers him to a degree but knows you love all of him when you kiss it

❤️Is like an absolute furnace when under the covers. He just radiates heat like no other which is perfect if you’re always cold! Although hates it if you put your cold feet on him😅

❤️Adores the sleepy cuddly pillow talk time!! Just laying their together talking about one another’s day, nothing but giggles filling the room

❤️Will poke your butt just because. He knows cuddle time is cuddle time but can’t help but to goof off and cause just a liiiiiittle bit of trouble

❤️Krueger isn’t really one to talk when you guys are cuddling, but he loves to know your thoughts in such an intimate moment like this. His voice a little husky and low, pressed right up giants your ear, fully knowing what he’s doing but enjoys how you react

❤️Teaches you a bit of Austrian if you ask to. Simple things like “can I kiss you” or “can we snuggle?” Which has begun to stick with you!

❤️overall the silent sleepy type of cuddly guy, but will indulge to make you happy. As soon as he’s laying next to you he instantly is at peace by your side. Content.

💜Sweet boy was unsure the very first time when you cuddled together. He didn’t want to squish you out of fear because of how much bigger he is which required a lot of convincing on your part

💜But once you had laid on top of him, your head laying upon his chest, König placed his hand on your back and his other hand on your head so he could run his fingers through your hair

💜In all honestly he prefers you laying on top of him. Feeling the weight of his partner helps him to relax and be able to touch you if he wakes up from a bad dream when cuddling

💜Has a tendency to play with your a hair a lot and just stare at you, in a daze if you will. Sweet boy never had a partner and wants to do right and make sure you’re comfortable!

💜You know when you hug someone and they do that little tight squeeze? That’s König. His love that he feels just oozes out of him and can’t help but to gently squeeze you and smile while doing so🥺

💜Loves it when you drape your leg over him and pepper his face in kisses!!

💜König favorite cuddling position would either have to be with you laying on top of him or with him laying in between your legs, head laying in your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair. Either one is paradise for him

[manjiroscum]

BELLADONNA

Character/s: merman!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, dark content, dub-con kissing, set in regency era, monsterfucking, amnesia, manipulation/brainwashing, mentions of multiple murders, death/murder, mystery, pregnancy, oviposition, mikey has a weird 🍆 + has sharp teeth and nails, infidelity (not towards reader), yandere mikey, hints of cannibalism (bc mikey is feral and darn possessive), and breeding. Minors do not interact.

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY MY LOVE 🥺💕 also this is for bby vivi's @festive Things that go bump in the night collab

Synopsis: No matter how hard you try, the waters always lure you into their depths.

WC: 3.8k

Dark cumulonimbus clouds littered the whole sky that they almost formed a dome with their menacing size, promising heavy rain and strong winds in the area they deemed victims. The dreary day has somehow turned interesting with how the whole tiny village is buzzing with life due to preparations because the last time one hit the place was a year ago. It was a truly devastating time that caused deaths and many homes that had to be rebuilt. You were no exception to this—waking up by the shore with many cuts and strange marks on your flesh along with a hazy memory. Your family and friends said it was a miracle that you survived. Even your husband, who was still courting you at that time, was far too relieved to question how you ended up that way.

“I’m almost done, dear. You can eat first if you want to.”

Your gaze never left your husband’s figure shutting the windows and boarding them up to prevent the harsh winds and raindrops from entering. The ocean was as angry as the sky, waves rocky enough to drown an inexperienced person. Ships had to be docked while those who dared to go through a storm had already left by then. You were supposed to do your laundry by the stream that led to the ocean, however, it had to be postponed due to the nasty weather. The waters would be rising, enough to be seen as risky. Your whole form shuddered at the thought of swallowing those waters, nightmares of it continued to haunt you when you least expected it.

But there was always a person who saved you—a face you couldn’t make out because the nightmare always ended just as you were about to.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to finish.”

In such bad weather and the threat of flood, you normally would have gone to your friend’s house a few miles north to take shelter there. Yet, your husband was far more insistent today for you to remain here—indoors and never leave until the storm was gone no matter what happens. And unfortunately, even to this day, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your friend died last year due to a mysterious illness that caused an uproar in the village after that storm. There was nowhere to go but to stay here. But for him to go this far by locking all the windows and doors, muttering under his breath the entire time. It was an odd sight, and frankly, you were worried by his actions.

Why on earth would he be placing barriers that prevented you from leaving easily when a flood may occur? Has he lost his mind?

Biting back your tongue from spilling your fears all over the floor, you tried to sit back and watch. Your hands on your lap were tightly gripping the white cloth of your dress in hopes that patience will not leave you as you waited for your husband to finish. Tonight’s dinner is already set and waiting for you both by the table. But, you lost your appetite when he finished and called for you to join him.

“Listen to me carefully, dear,” your husband spoke up suddenly in time as the thunder roared across the sky that almost frightened you. The flash of lightning was a bit disorienting. His usually gentle eyes were hard and left no room for any discussion. “You’re not to leave this house until the stream’s flow is back to its original state. You don't have to worry about food or anything you might need—I’ll get them. Just stay here until I deem it safe, alright?” His hand reached out to touch yours, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I… I’ll protect you. You don’t have to feel confused or scared anymore. I promise you that.”

A good wife never talks back to her husband so you merely nodded. Afraid of what may occur if you tried to press on with your plaguing questions. You have heard of many tales of troublesome wives and crossing your husband was the last thing you wanted. But what he said, instead of silencing the doubts in your mind, merely caused them to be in a state of panic. Ever since marrying you, your beloved husband has been quite protective, to the point he was close to being overbearing. At first, you thought it was just because he cared for you. There were times it seemed sweet. However, whenever it started to rain heavily or there was a chance a storm would come, he always had an odd look on his face. You haven't even been to the beach nor got close to it ever since. What was even more infuriating was his silence or the half-hearted reasons that never made any sense.

What does he mean by protecting me? Surely what happened last time was merely an effect of my own negligence… Mother nature is a daunting force to battle with human hands. But what occurred then won't repeat again, especially with all the planning made to prevent it.

So what is he so scared of?

That night while lying in bed next to your unconscious husband, the mere companion you had was the candlelight flickering with every howl of the wind that tried to penetrate through the barriers, rattling the wooden planks. The sound of heavy raindrops pattering on the brick roof was neither relaxing nor annoying. You couldn’t sleep. Getting out of bed slowly, you glanced at your husband a few times to see if he would stir awake, to which he didn’t. Nights of trying to leave bed to either grab a cup of water or just sit in the sitting room that ended up only him grabbing your arm to stop you flashed before your eyes the second your toes touched the cold floor. Exhaustion from running around and barricading the house has chained him to a night of deep sleep.

“When is this damn storm going to go away?” you mumbled to yourself, hugging your torso as you walked up to the window where a gap is visible. Peeking through the space, you sighed at how the outdoors resembled a dark void you’ve seen countless times in your dreams. If it weren’t a stormy night, the endless void would seem straight out of a nightmare. “He can’t keep me cooped up here forever…”

A deep exhale escaped your lips as you sauntered to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. Perhaps you could blame it on the darkness of the house or the lack of sleep, but you were quite sure you heard the back door creak open. A chill ran down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck all stood. It was a miracle you didn’t drop your cup and alert your husband to a conscious state.

“What the…”

The door was definitely open, and the wooden planks and other things your husband used to block it lay on the side. Since when did it become like this? You don’t recall hearing anything other than the loud thunder that follows after lightning splits through the sky. Swallowing your fright, you were just about to close the door again when suddenly, the rain stopped. You blinked twice at the strange phenomenon, fear doubling at the unexplainable until you heard it—someone humming.

Anyone out in this weather would be crazy, especially at night. Whether it was carried off by the wind or the person was just close by, the tune being hummed was enchanting and yet, deceptively alluring. Curiosity fuelled your steps as you made your way out, promising to just take a peek if it was someone and not something. But every step you took led you further closer to the beach where the waves were serene. Even the moon was out, its faint light illuminating the murky waters. The whole scenery was as if it came out of a painting that almost appeared like there wasn't any downpour earlier. But what had you continuing down your path until the ocean licked the soles of your feet was that ethereal humming that you couldn't help but feel like you’d heard before yet unable to pinpoint where.

Saltwater caressed up to your breasts the moment you snapped out of the entrancing song. Mind bewildered on why you let yourself get enraptured until something grabbed your arm, causing you to almost let out a shriek when your gaze landed on two onyx opals that belonged to a blond man, staring at you in great interest. Unable to see his whole face for the other half was submerged in water. He was handsome and pretty at the same time—a beautiful mysterious being that you had the chance to encounter. His whole aura was captivating. And yet, something felt wrong.

Heart pounding, you were unsure of what to do. What would anyone do when some stranger is now swimming next to you in the middle of the night? Lips about to move and question him on why he was here and all which ended up on the back of your tongue at the feeling of something brushing against your legs—a fishtail belonging to the man. Crimson was the color of its scales, giving off an illusion of him bleeding in the water. A sign of danger. The alarm bells started ringing in your head, your body froze at what that meant.

Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t move a single muscle. Frankly, you didn’t know what else to do but trudge back to shore if the merman allowed you to leave. Horror stories of sailors drowning and women being lured into the waters by such creatures to feast on ran through your mind while standing there. The icy breeze that brushed past you snapped you out of your dread, legs starting to turn back. But the merman had other ideas, clinging to your arm in earnest. Your cry for help turned into a gasp when his wet hands reached up to grab your face, those irises resembling the endless void of the night. His sharp nails slightly dug into your cheeks, but not enough to harm your flesh.

“Pretty pearl, do you remember me?”

“W-what…” There was no way this creature was speaking! His mouth never budged but you definitely heard his voice in your head. Was this the power of a merman? And is he the one humming earlier that lured you here? Foolish, you were absolutely foolish to fall for such tricks. You should have stayed at home as your husband told you. Teeth chattering, you shook your head. “L-let me go… Please, I need to—”

“It’s me, Manjiro. You remember me right, my pretty pearl?”

“M-Manjiro?” you echoed his name which caused the merman to show his full face where a smile was stretching his lips. “I’m sorry, b-but I don’t recall knowing you—”

His lips were on yours instantaneously, keeping you locked there while you struggled to free yourself. Tears started to form in your eyes, scared to death at what may happen next. To drown and eat you would be quite easy for such a powerful being. Your hands continued to push him back, albeit pathetically before they fell limp to your side.

Images of you and this merman flowed through your mind during the duration of the kiss, his tongue swiping and tasting your lower lip, begging to be let in. Memories of you prior to that storm hitting the village a year ago flooded your mind like honey, slowly unlocking more that led to you recognizing the merman to be the one who saved you when you fell off a crumbling cliff on your way back home to grab your things and evacuate. Those nightmares of drowning all made sense now for it has happened before and he—Manjiro—saved you the moment your body fell into the water, breathing oxygen back into your lungs. The very merman who caressed you in places you’ve never dared to touch in that tiny cave in curiosity. Those few moments spent on an undiscovered island a few miles from here were rare and interesting that it didn’t make sense how you’d easily forgotten about it. But such a meeting had to end when you both were confronted by another merman as he was returning you back to shore. Torn from each other so early that ended up you fleeing from such danger and almost drowning in the process as he fended off his own kind from touching a strand of your hair.

You couldn’t quite believe your savior and the merman you were enchanted with was out here, wanting to see you again after all these months. The one you fell in love with during that first meeting. And to meet here again, it was fate all along.

The tears of terror that collected on the rim of your eyes rolled down out of happiness instead. Arms wrapping themselves around the merman, holding onto him tightly. A smile on your face as you sobbed while he continued to kiss you. “Manjiro? Yes, it is you! Oh, how could I ever forget you?” Apologies poured out of your mouth like a gentle drizzle that had the merman humming out of glee. Finally, you two were reunited and Manjiro could never be happier. His hands lowered to hold you by your hips, intent to mark you again with his nails.

Unfortunately, just as he was celebrating having your memories return, Manjiro was instantly troubled at the fact you were now mated to someone other than him. Your husband wasn’t a stupid one and nothing could be more convenient for the merman to have him out of the picture. Months of waiting for you to go back to the beach and see you left Manjiro frustrated. There was no way you could easily forget him. So, who was taking up your attention that you wouldn’t try and see him again?

Of course, your bastard of a human lover.

Ill ideas that spelled death and evil tainted his thoughts every time he came to land, draining much of his magic to walk on two legs for minutes just to check up on you and see that bastard breathing in your proximity. He was quite sure that the bastard did something for you to forget him just like that. Dedication to see you was his only driving force so to see you next to a disgusting human made him want to tear his head off. This often led to him going back to the ocean with his blood boiling.

A merman would never be accepted into human society, that he knew. Those who did ended up dead trying. Manjiro refuses to die and be separated from you—his precious pearl in a vast ocean of nothing or anything meaningful to offer. However, he won’t easily back down again—he can’t turn back now just because your stupid human lover was wary of him. Manjiro swore he won’t make the same mistake again of getting caught by your husband, especially since said human has seen his true form upon escaping his suspicious glare.

To kill the vile human may be his ultimate goal, but to become close to being human shall solve his other problems.

Yes, he has to finish what he had started.

“Where are you going?” your husband’s inquiry was almost missed by you, excited to meet up with your non-human lover. If there were days you wished you didn’t marry so early, they merely multiplied now. Yet, you weren’t cruel to crush your husband’s heart. You did enjoy his company, through the ups and downs. He can’t compete with Manjiro’s enthralling aura, though. There was also the chance he might go and kill Manjiro if you did reveal your secret affair that has been going on for a month now since meeting the merman again. Just keeping the marks Manjiro has given you whenever you two meet was already a difficult thing to keep, what more about the true nature of your lover? Secrecy can sometimes be a far better choice than honesty. “It’s going to be late in a few hours.”

“I’m… just going to be quick, dear. I’ll be back quickly,” you reasoned, feet itching to leave the house. The look on your husband's face was doubtful but in the end, he dismissed you with a wave.

“Just be back before it gets dark, alright? Perhaps you didn't hear the news but there's been another murder in the area. Whoever the sick person is for killing people, I hope they get caught soon or we’ll have to move.”

Head too high up in the clouds to listen to the rest of his sentence, you left home with a giddy disposition. Manjiro was the only thing that revolved around your head and being able to kiss and touch him again. These past few days have been uneventful. If it weren't for your lover’s constant presence who also served as a sweet escape from mundane life, you would have died of boredom under the same roof as your husband.

“My pretty pearl, do you want me?”

Gasping against his shoulder, you fought back a moan. Futile and pointless it was for Manjiro intends to hear you sing beautifully as you bounced on his weirdly shaped cock. The rushing of the stream drowned out your whines and the lewd noise of your wet pussy folds meeting the base of his length that oddly hits and rubs the right places inside your cunt. Such a cock definitely does not belong to a human being. The first time taking it was a struggle for you swore you almost came that second the tip pushed past your cervix. Manjiro would always make it a habit to return you to your husband in an almost delirious state, one where all you could think of is his cock. From the very second you leave the stream with his thick cum trailing down your damp thighs to when you sleep at night, fantasizing of having the merman’s offspring.

Today was no different. Manjiro’s tail was slightly thrashing once you sped up, angling your hips and then resuming to bouncing on his throbbing cock that was leaking pre-cum—if you could call it that. Countless times has he stuffed you full of his thick warm fertile semen that came after he spurted two or three eggs into your womb. His whispers of you becoming a great mother never failed to heighten the experience of having sex with him in the great outdoors. A factor of this being an illicit affair could also be thrown into the mix and the idea of your husband being unaware has you scandalously creaming and squeezing Manjiro. The merman’s jaw slackened at how tight and hot your pussy is, revealing rows of sharp teeth that sunk into your nape, just wishing to mark you forever right then and there.

But Manjiro has to be patient. He has to be cunning and decisive. Your husband wasn’t the only person he has to eliminate to tip things in his favor. Killing your friend in this village last year was just the first step and consuming more human flesh was only the beginning of fulfilling his dream to stay by your side. If he had to kill more of his own kind to protect you, so be it. Manjiro isn’t scared to feed on human and merman flesh to obtain his goal. It wouldn’t be long. He has killed enough people to be able to turn his fish tail into human legs without the consequences of tiring easily or feeling like he was walking on a bed of sea urchins.

“Ah! M-Manji… N-need more. Want to feel you… burn. Want to hear you!” you sobbed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him dry. Manjiro knew if you came one more time, your husband would catch a whiff of your infidelity. But really, could this even be classified as one when it was he whom you truly love and not your sack shit of a husband? “M-more! Please! Wanna… have your babies.”

Ah, Manjiro truly loves you.

There was no one else on this earth that could please him so easily as you do. And that alone was enough for him to do everything in his power for you to stay by his side, even if you want to be free of his spell or grow tired of him. Manjiro will never let you go.

Gently pushing you to lay down on one of the smoother rocks, the merman crawled his way up to you. Not even prompted, you spread your legs to accommodate him. Your raw cunt was still oozing with his semen was perfectly in view. Manjiro grunted as he eased himself into your pussy once more, intent on breeding you and fertilizing those eggs. Because what was more laughable than for your husband to realize you were pregnant and carrying a merman’s brood? Delighted at the image of you round and practically ready to give birth, Manjiro leaned down to kiss you. His blood was singing songs in praise to you, eagerly rushing down to his erect and painful cock that was about to insert more eggs into you.

“M-Manjiro!” you practically screamed as your climax crashed down on you, back arching and nails drawing up half-moons and what resembled shooting stars across his back. Your legs quivered around his torso, satisfied as your merman chased after his own release once he safely inserted the eggs. You could barely see your husband glaring down at you through your hazed vision due to the rush of euphoria brought by Manjiro. Too far gone at the amount of ecstasy that you barely flinched at your husband yelling. His demands to know what was going on entered one ear and out the other.

Your husband was far too kind sometimes. During the duration of your peaceful marriage with him, he was better than those who hurt their partners. This was evident in how he was concerned about you, enough to follow you here. Yet, somehow, you didn’t feel any remorse in loving someone else behind his back nor felt dread when Manjiro got behind him, his legs smooth and muscled. Everything about the merman was as deadly as the sharp nails that sliced your husband’s throat, causing him to bleed and fall. The stream carried off his lifeline to the shores where it would attract more merfolk to the island, enticing them. But screw them for Manjiro would eliminate anything that gets in his way.

The death of your husband did not cause an uproar much to your surprise. Manjiro was already quite known in the village by the time you returned home, a widow but at the same time, a woman who was about to spend the rest of her life with the man she truly loved.

Correction, merman.

The day you got your first morning sickness was the very same day everyone in the village recognized Manjiro as your one and only husband. Your first husband—wait, did you even have another husband other than Manjiro? All you ever remembered is Manjiro. There was no way a human could love you as much as he could.

Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro—everything has gone smoothly according to his plan, all for his pretty human. Perhaps you were a deadlier obsession that the merman himself.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Anxious Nights

AN: ultimate boyfriend vibes 🥺💕

Synopsis: Anxious feelings come about when you stay in your new condo for the first time and your boyfriend comes to the rescue

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘

Jack Harlow Masterlist

Warnings: mention of anxiety

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Okay, I can do this. 

You thought to yourself for the millionth time that night as you looked around your living room of your new condo that you had just bought. 

It was a long time coming with your anxiety and scared of being able to branch out on your own and you finally did it.

It only took about 23 years, but you were still proud of yourself nonetheless and your boyfriend Jack was proud of you too.

He knew how much you struggled with your mental health and you were finally getting to the point where you were putting yourself first and not letting everything and everyone around you wear you thin.

It was around 10 pm and Jack had told you that he was still at the studio when you sent a text not too long ago to check on him. He was also sure to ask if you were okay since this would be your first night staying in the condo by yourself.

The studio wasn’t far from where you were, but the last thing you wanted was for Jack to drive in the rain which was now cascading down your floor length windows as you looked out of them to see the city lights and cars moving at a lower speed.

If you would have known that it was going to rain today, you might have taken Jack up on his offer to stay the night with you, but you promised that you would be fine because you didn’t want him to worry about you.

Except, he did.

And all the time.

He knew you like the back of his hand and he was literally just holding his phone in his hand waiting for a text from you asking for him to come and see you.

He decided that he was going to see you anyway when he was done at the studio because he knew that your anxiety would be going through the roof with how the weather was outside. 

You loved the rain, but it was the thunder that you didn’t like.

Loud sounds immediately made you uncomfortable and putting in your air pods didn’t help because you could still hear it.

You- Umm babe, I don’t want to bother you but can you come over when you’re done?

Smush- Of course I can. You need me to bring anything for you?

You- No, just yourself. It’s disgusting outside and I’d rather you come straight here then have to make extra stops

Smush- Did you eat yet?

You- 👀👀👀👀

Smush- Baby, please eat something even if it’s almost 11 now

You- Fine, can you bring me pizza then? I really don’t want you to be out longer than you have to be

Smush- I’ll be fine, be there before you know it. I love you.

You- I love you too

As you sent the text to Jack, a loud crack of thunder startled you and you immediately jumped almost ten feet in the air.

“I fucking hate this shit.” You simply mumbled to yourself as you made a decision to bury yourself deeper into the covers and wait for your boyfriend to arrive. 

When you finally heard a knock on the door, you tore the comforter off of you and basically sprinted downstairs to open it to see your boyfriend holding the pizza you requested and drenched from head to toe.

“Took you long enough! I thought you said thirty minutes! It’s almost been an hour!”

“They messed up your order so I made them do it again because I wasn’t about to come here empty handed without what you asked me for.”

“I appreciate it, I just worry a lot. You know that.”

“I know.” Jack said leaning down to place several kisses on your lips, you pulled away and immediately got a concerned look on your face.

“What?” Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Into the shower you go because Neelam is not about to blame me for you getting sick and not being able to finish your album. Move it.” You said while going behind him and pushing him into the direction of the master bathroom.

“But only if you join me, though.”

“Hmm, that sounds tempting.”

“And then you can get cuddles from me for the rest of the night and maybe just maybe the majority of the day tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You said while going to run the hot water.

Jack was undressing behind you and you soon followed by throwing everything into the hamper for you to wash later.

Once you got under the water, you simply leaned back on Jack’s chest as he embraced you and you immediately relaxed.

“I’m here now so you know you don’t have anything to worry about.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you immediately smiled.

“And I appreciate you for coming to see me. I appreciate everything you do for me, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough. I know it can be a lot being with me.” You muttered that last part and all Jack did was turn you around to face him. 

“Look at me. Anything my baby needs and I can give it to her, I’m going to do it. I just want you to be okay and to feel safe. It isn’t a lot being with a person that you know how to love correctly and you’ve shown me how to do that.”

“Safest place that I’m ever going to feel is in your arms as cheesy as that sounds.”

“That’s not cheesy at all, it’s how you feel and I always want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you’re feeling. And I never want that feeling to go away. I always want you to be able to come to me first with anything that you want or need. No matter how big or small. You weren’t dealt the best hand in life, so all I want to do is show you how you’re supposed to be loved.”

“I swear I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve everything good in your life and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

The two of you stayed in the shower for another fifteen minutes with Jack making sure that you were okay before heading back downstairs to warm up the pizza that you requested that he brought while sitting on the couch watching Creed since you wanted to rewatch the first two before you saw the third one. 

There you were perched on Jack’s lap while stuffing your face and all he was doing was smiling at you. 

You felt his eyes on you and you immediately turned around to look at him.

“What?” You said as you grabbed your Hi-C orange juice box, a 24 pack courtesy of Urban and sipped away.

“Nothing, I just love you a whole lot.”

“Well, I just love you a whole lot and I’m happy to have you in my life. I don’t know how many times I’m going to say that tonight, but it’s true.”

“And I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

The movie finally finished and it was around three in the morning when Jack turned off the tv, put the leftover food away, and picked you up bridal style to take you upstairs. You were knocked out cold in his arms and all he did after he got you under the comforter was kiss your forehead before going to the other side of the bed and getting comfortable himself. 

Jack wrapped his arms around you and you immediately turned around to face him and placed your head on his chest.

“You weren’t sleep were you when I carried you upstairs?”

“Nope. Just wanted for you to hold me close to you.”

“And you faked sleep when all you had to do was ask? I have literally been holding you all night since I got here.”

“And besides I didn’t feel like walking up here either so it was a win-win.”

“You definitely owe me for that.” Jack said as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I already have some ideas in mind that don’t involve clothes.”

“Then why are we both still wearing them?” Jack curiously asked and you picked your head up to look at him.

You simply sat up and began to take off the shirt that you were wearing that definitely belonged to Jack and threw it across the room while leaning over to kiss him. 

“The less you talk, the sooner I can get started.” You replied while raising your eyebrows.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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[moonbeamoclock]

sleeping in the same bed for the first time: Jean Kirschietn

Jean-bo 💕

in the modern au i always picture him as a frat boy that's built differnt™️

more accepting of all different kinds of people

(he's not perfect in that sense, he still has a lot to learn but he tries his best)

hes unexpectedly shy when you guys are getting ready to sleep together for the first time

like he gets all flustered at the thought of you all soft and sleepy in HIS bed

it's so lovely it makes his chest hurt 🥺

He sleeps in old sweat shorts (no matter the weather) and an even older shirt

but when you come over, he breaks out his nice pajamas (they just don't have holes or as many stains.)

likes to lay side by side with your arms and legs overlapping each other grasping you're hand tightly

in the modern au he sleeps like a log through the night and it's kind of a hassle trying to wake him up because of how soundly he sleeps

canon au he sometimes has nightmares but will try to stay tangled in bed with you

being able to touch and look at you as he's coming off of the adrenaline of the nightmare makes it easier to calm down

when he wakes up he sort of jolts awake and whips his head around to try and figure out where he is and only relaxes after he realizes that you're the one holding on to him

in conclusion, he's a sweepy baby

[captain-kinda-trash]

Would it be okay to ask for a bimbo ish reader who's super girly and puts stickers on the turtles shells or brings them sweet drinks from Starbucks? 🥺💕💓💓 and she loveees the color pink and all pastels!!

Pink (Bayverse! Turtles x hyperfem! slight bimbo! Reader)

BESTIE, THIS IS ADORABLE, YES DRCINJEICHJIR-

the boys are constantly questioning how they scored such a sweet friend like you

sure, april being a mutual friend was certainly helpful

especially since she lived adjacent to your cozy apartment complex

the one with a fluffy pastel blue welcome mat and incense that smells like various coffee flavors floating through the door anytime it’s opened 💞

but introductions were just so stunningly different than they had expected...

when you met them, with april and casey’s company on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, they had expected everything but your brightly colored clothes and an even brighter awe-filled grin that you just couldn’t wipe off of your face

you and mikey clicked first

within the first 10 minutes of being in each other’s company, it was all bright laughter and playful flirting and showing him pictures of your puppy, who he was hoping you’d let him hold eventually~

for once, leo was glad his little brother was so forward

the others warmed up soon enough, sooner than april and casey could have ever imagined

first, raph, when you had brought him brightly colored yarns for his knitting projects, and he just stared at you in fascination with his jaw on the floor while you excitedly skipped away 🥰

then donnie, not far behind after you brought coffee over for the first time and happily set it on his desk and quietly let him continue his work

lastly was the eldest brother, leo who approached you himself with the slight envy of his younger siblings getting your sweet affection and casually sparked up a conversation about face care routines

your warm aura just brings a smile to their face [3

any time you walk into the room, all sour moods disappear, replaced with vanilla-scented perfumes and heels clicking across the floor, and a whole new pastel-colored outfit that they get to study with curiosity

they’ve never seen a person who was the word ‘optimism’ personified, but there you stand, excited to tackle them in hugs and fill their hearts with enough fuzziness to make a faux rug

the boys, raph especially, appreciate when you come over with drink carriers of Starbucks, usually with their designated orders that you have down to a tee

that just makes them the happiest turtles to ever exist

leo loves all of their teas or matcha drinks, as long as they're warm, since the cold ones make his teeth hurt

(You always get extra strawberries in his, he likes the texture?)

Any iced, sweet drinks for mikey, no matter the weather, which isn’t really a surprise to anyone

donnie isn't particularly picky with his, as long as it’s got caffeine in it. he’s always open to try something different, and will often ask you to grab more than one so he’s got something new

raph likes warm drinks, preferably sweet since downing something bitter leaves a bad taste in his mouth

you’re also constantly restocking on so many stickers, which they get unexplainably thrilled for~

puffy stickers, holographic ones, any with bright colors, you’ve purchased online or at a fun craft store

it’s like a guilty pleasure to you, a perfectly sweet habit whenever you see a pack of them, it’s a must buy

that’s exactly why they’re constantly finding stickers all over the lair, and themselves, an indicator that you’ve been there at some point recently

all over the workout equipment are pastel rainbows, cute kittens, pride flags, which all make raph smile uncontrollably

you give leo the puffy stickers, mostly or ones with little inspirational quotes on them, because they’re his favorite to look at and touch

don gets all of the meme stickers, because he just deserves it (3

he keeps them above his bed to chuckle at in his spare time, and won’t let anyone else see

mikey gets the super bright and also limited edition ones so that he can keep them on his hoverboard and a few on his nun-chucks

on countless occasions raphael’s caught his brothers snickering at the back of his shell, only to discover your signature mark of flower and smiley face stickers scattered across the back :)

he wears them with pride, that king <3 👑

leo consistently wakes up with little red and pink hearts all over his biceps 💕

raph and mikey love giving free piggyback rides to you, and you only

probably april too~

any other human will be promptly turned down 💀

especially casey or vern, who are incredibly jealous

donnie loves watching your precise concentration while you do your makeup and hair, trying to understand how you have the patience for something that seems so unimportant to him

they let you have self care and face mask days with them and just eat up all of the pampering <333

those poor boys deserve every second and who better to ask than their expert friend?

and you bet they’ll let you paint their nails as well

you have all the colors

splinter may also participate and let you put some of his loose fur into mini piggy tails <333

you're always buying matching, pastel-colored accessories for the five of you

fun scarves, friendship bracelets, necklaces you name it!

and they all swell at the excited smile on your face everytime

raph especially loves the heart sunglasses that you got him to match yours, and it makes them all the more meaningful because it’s ‘just your thing’ (3

friendship bracelet making!!!!

it's fun because they have to make yours extra small and you have to make theirs extra big 😂💕💕

these boys love you and your energy

you’re the first human that’s made them feel like they're normal; like they’re human <33

thank you guys for reading!!!! <33 and thank you @mysticbear21 for the request lovely! it was so much freakin' fun to write!!

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Love y'all!! Lemme know what you thought and reblog please!!! <333

[angelbaby-fics]

Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡

-♡

Sweater Weather

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕

Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between. 

Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs. 

He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.

The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more. “Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?” You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house. 

Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin. 

To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant. 

“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.

“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.

Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.

“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”

But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours. 

Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.

“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed. 

Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.

It was perfect for you, however.

Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.

“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look. 

As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that. “Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.

“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.

“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”

You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.

“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”

[simpforchuchu]

I′m Always by Your Side | Tsuji x reader who is abused by her boyfriend

(With Shibaman and Todoroki)

a/n: Hello, ive wanted to write something like angst to fluff for my precious Tsuji. Probably there will be second part. That was an amazing idea and thanks to @tiddly-winx for this 💕🥰 I hope you like it 🥺❤

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: abusing, violence, swearing, usual hnl fights, angst to fluff ig

Part2

It was a warm spring day.The weather was starting to get pretty warm and flowers were starting to appear on the trees.Tsuji and Shibaman were drinking milkshakes at the cafe they always go to after school for something to eat and a cold drink. 

Actually,only drinking one was Shibaman while Tsuji distractedly playing with the straw in his glass..

Shibaman watched him for a while.He actually knew quite well what he was thinking, but still asked in hopes of getting a different answer.

"Are you going to drink it or wait until all the ice melts?"

Tsuji looked at his friend and then at his glass in surprise. He shook his head and took a long sip of his drink.

"Sorry, I'm a little confused."

Shiba slowly nodded and said, "Are you thinking of Y/n?"

Tsuji sighed deeply and smiled.He nodded and spoke while looking at his drink.

"I haven't seen her much since she had a boyfriend.I don't even know how she is.We're not on bad terms, but I think I miss her."

Shibaman nodded slowly. He had known Tsuji for many years.Tsuji had known Y/n for many years too.And he had a crush on her since middle school.

Only Shibaman knew that.Todoroki, on the other hand, did not show that he knew, although he was aware of everything.

Tsuji's friendship with y/n was different than the one with Shiba.Y/n was a pretty sweet girl.She was nice but not arrogant.She was a quiet but fun person.She cared deeply for her loved ones and was terrified of hurting them.That's why Tsuji would hide from her when he has scars after fights.

Besides his crazy friendship with Shibaman, he had a calmer and more peaceful one with Y/n.

"Why did not you tell ?"

Tsuji looked at him in surprise when Shiba asked.

"You've liked her for years.I can even say you're in love with her. But you never showed it to her. Why? Don't you think she deserves to know?"

Tsuji turned his gaze back to his drink and smiled.

"Isn't it too late now?"

Shiba asked again, keeping his tone of voice.

"I told you many times before she had a boyfriend.Y/n loves you, you know that."

Tsuji raised his head and looked at his friend.

"She likes me as a friend. It's pretty pointless for us to discuss it now"

Shiba was aware of the disappointment on his friend's face no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He knew how much it hurt him.He knew Tsuji well. 

He looked calmer, quieter, but he was the tougher one.He wanted to protect those he loved before himself.And not being with y/n right now to protect her was killing him.And no matter how good he was at hiding his feelings, Shibaman was his other half.

"When was the last time you saw her? Maybe you should meet up, it'll be good to see that she is okay too."

Tsuji looked away from his drink and looked out the window. He was watching people pass by as Shiba spoke.

At that time, a very strange coincidence happened and a young girl walked past the cafe.  Tsuji recognized her as soon as he saw her and excitedly stood up.Shiba looked at him in surprise for a few seconds and quickly followed him.

"Hey Tsuji, wait a minute!"

Tsuji hesitated as he left the cafe and looked in the direction the young girl was going.Y/n was with her boyfriend.  They were talking about something.

Shiba silently stood behind Tsuji and looked in the direction he was looking.He looked at his friend when he saw the scene where they were gonna eventually see one day.He couldn't decipher the expression on his face.

"Let's go back to the cafe if you want"

Tsuji was watching them silently.He didn't look jealous or angry.He was trying to understand something.

Why doesn't y/n look happy with her boyfriend?  And what was the topic they were discussing?  Why did that boy look like he was scaring her?  Or was it all part of his jealousy?

But after a while the boy's voice began to rise, and those around them were looking at the couple.When Shiba realized what Tsuji wanted to do, he gently grabbed his arm.

"Look, she has a boyfriend now. You shouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable."

Tsuji looked at his friend and pulled his arm hard.Shiba rolled his eyes and walked after him as he began to walk forward without saying a word.

B/n was shouting at y/n while y/n was trying to calm him down.The looks of the people around them made the young girl quite uncomfortable.That's why she didn't want this discussion to go any further.

B/n didn't even realize what was happening, Tsuji stood behind y/n and looked at the young boy. Tsuji was taller and bigger than him, and he was sure stronger.But he wouldn't want to do anything wrong in front of y/n.

"Who the hell are you ?"

Y/n looked back and was quite surprised to see Tsuji.Saying his name in a low voice, Tsuji gave a small nod and asked the young girl.

"Is there a problem ?"

As Y/n shook her head in surprise, b/n took a step towards Tsuji and stood in front of him.

"I'm her boyfriend, who the fuck are you?"

Tsuji clenched his jaw in anger, while Shiba was one step behind, watching them.

"Tsuji, it's okay really. B/n is my boyfriend, it was just a little argument."

When Tsuji turned to the young girl, he knew that she was lying. He knew this was a serious discussion. But he did not have the right to say anything.

"His voice was pretty loud, if-"

"It's okay, really."

When Tsuji nodded, y/n's boyfriend said again

"Mind your own business, it's none of your business."

"The person you're yelling at is my best friend, so it's my business."

Y/n understood that Tsuji was getting quite angry, she was sure that he would beat the shit out of him. She got between the two of them and put her hand on her boyfriend's chest and took a few steps back.

Tsuji looked at her with disappointment when he saw that the young girl was protecting her lover.What did he expect?He was wrong, he shouldn't come here.

"Tsuji, it's okay really. See you later okay?"

When y/n asked in a nervous voice, Tsuji slowly nodded and y/n dragged her boyfriend away.  Tsuji slowly turned around and started walking without saying anything, and Shiba followed him.

***

Y/n was walking home in the dark alley with thoughts in her mind.It was her birthday 2 days ago and nothing was the same as it was.

At first, everything was like a fairy tale.She felt that he loved her, he was trying, he was fun, funny, sweet.She didn't even know what changed and when.But now everything had changed drastically.

The discussions, which started with small fits of jealousy at first, started to turn into severe insults and physical violence. She couldn't even see her best friend because of him.

That was the reason for the last fight again but Y/n would never tell Tsuji that. For her birthday, the young boy had bought and sent a cute necklace in the shape of a full moon. When Y/n wore the necklace, her boyfriend had asked and she told him.The fight had grown so much that it ended horribly.

She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt in this weather so that no one could see the marks left on her body by her toxic and psychopathic lover, whom she hid from her family, friends and everyone.

She got used to it, it didn't hurt anymore.But she was afraid of him, she really was.She was afraid that he would hurt her family and Tsuji, not herself.

The young girl was so busy with her thoughts that she suddenly bumped into someone. She was about to fall to the ground, and she regained her balance when she was grabbed by the shoulder of the person she had bumped, and looked at the person holding her.

"I'm so sorry- Tsuji??"

Tsuji had probably had a fight again, and there were wounds and dried blood on his face, neck, and hands.  He looked like he wanted to run away right now, although he looked quite surprised to see y/n too.

"Hi... are you going home?"

Nodding her head, the young girl grabbed Tsuji's wrist and looked at his knuckles.Tsuji was watching her silently, holding his breath and nervous.

"You fought again, didn't you?"

Y/n's voice, sounding in a scolding tone like his mother, made him smile.He slowly nodded like a guilty child, y/n sighed and shook her head.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Tsuji quickly shook his head again

"No, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."

Y/n rolled her eyes and started tugging at the young boy's wrist.Tsuji followed her silently.

"Let's clean your wounds, then eat.Sometimes I don't understand you. How can you be so reckless? When will you stop worrying your mother and me, Tsuji?"

He was listening in silence as Y/n dragged him home with a groan. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling right now. He was sure that Y/n saw him as her friend, but he couldn't help but be happy that she was worried about him.

When they got home, Tsuji took a seat in the living room and y/n returned after a while with the things she had brought for his wounds.

Although he still wanted to laugh at her scolding, the young boy didn't want to make her angry more. He didn't even want her to see him like this. He knew that y/n cared for him.

Y/n was standing between Tsuji's legs, slowly cleaning his wounds, while Tsuji was silently watching her.In the deeper wounds, he could see the worry on the young girl's face. Scaring, she pressed the cotton ball, biting her lip nervously at the deep wounds, trying to be gentle.

Tsuji was grateful. It was good to see her after a long time. Tsuji noticed the cute necklace around her neck as Y/n bent a little. She was wearing the necklace he had bought. He wanted to cry from happiness, even though he couldn't show it right now. 

But soon after, he saw the bruises on the sides of the necklace. Though he thought it was something else at first, he realized it was small wounds that were starting to heal.Soon after, he noticed the young girl's wrist, she had the same bruises on her wrist.

When Tsuji realized what had happened, he quickly stood up and y/n looked at him in surprise.The young girl didn't have the slightest idea what was going on.

Tsuji couldn't stay calm right now, so he wasn't thinking about what he was doing. He grabbed her wrist and rolled up the sleeve of her shirt as the young girl winced in pain.  He looked at her in shock at the scars he saw.

"Y/n... what the hell is this?"

When Y/n averted her eyes, Tsuji slowly grabbed her chin and turned her towards him.

"Y/n, I asked you a question."

The young boy's anger was bare, but he still tried to remain calm.

The young girl did not want to say.  She knew that Tsuji will hate her, that it was her fault. She is also a coward. That's why she didn't want to tell the boy in front of her that her boyfriend abused her.

"Did that son of a bitch do this y/n?"  Tsuji couldn't keep his cool when the young girl didn't say anything.  "Y/n say something!"

The young girl was startled by the stern voice, nodded slowly, and Tsuji left the house without saying anything with the confirmation. he was so fast that y/n didn't even know what to do.

While he was going to find that guy, y/n quickly called Shibaman and explained the situation to him.

***

Tsuji hadn't even thought about coming here.  He was so angry, so full of hatred that he didn't think if the boy was alone or if he had a weapon.

He saw him sitting with two of his friends in an empty parking lot and went inside.  At first there was shouting between them, and the boy's arrogant attitude made him very angry.

"I knew you were in love with that little bitch. What happened? Are you this angry because she chose me instead of you?"

Tsuji had such an expression on his face that it was difficult to understand what he was thinking.

"You were supposed to protect her. Y/n loved you, she trusted you. How can you hurt her? Do you think you're a man when you hit someone weaker than you?"

When Tsuji shouted, B/n also got up and walked towards him. When he wanted to hit Tsuji in anger, Tsuji grabbed the boy's arm hard and knocked him down with a single punch.

"What are you standing there!"

It didn't take long for a fight when his two friends with him attacked Tsuji. Tsuji knew well that these guys weren't strong, they were just trying to look like it.Tsuji and B/n were left alone when their friends ran away from the parking lot.

The young boy stood up again.Tsuji defended himself with his arm as he took the pipe on the ground and tried to hit it at Tsuji.He didn't even care about his pain. As soon as he took the pipe from his hand, he knocked the boy down again.

He thought he was going to go crazy as the bruises on y/n's body came to his mind.He got more dizzy when he saw the boy on the ground pull a small pocketknife from his pocket.He hated dirty fighting.

  He kicked the boy's hand hard with his foot and swept the knife away from him.  He got on top of him and started punching him one after the other.He didn't know how much time passed, but he stopped at the sound he heard.

"Tsuji stop now, you're going to kill him!"

He looked at the boy under him, his face covered in blood. He then looked at his hands.  He turned to them and looked at Todoroki, who was calling out to him.

Shibaman had called Todoroki as soon as he heard about it. They had come running when Y/n mentioned the parking lot.

"Stop, get up. It is enough, you're going to kill him."

Tsuji shouted when Todoroki calmly said

"He hurt her. He hurt Y/n. She had bruises on her arms. That bastard didn't even deny it."

Todoroki knew how angry Tsuji was, he was also angry.  But he wasn't going to let his friend ruin his life.

"I know, but that's enough-"

"Tsuji!"

As Todoroki was speaking, another voice was heard. Tsuji knew very well the owner of this voice. He looked at the young girl who had entered the parking lot and was staring at him in horror.  Shiba and Todoroki were also looking at her.

Tsuji slowly got up from the ground and stood up. He looked at his hands and the boy on the ground once more. He never wanted Y/n to see him like this.

They stared in silence for a while.Tsuji thought it was all over now as Y/n ran towards them. He thought that she would hate him for beating the bastard on the ground and even will afraid of him.

But it didn't turn out as expected.Y/n didn't go to her boyfriend. She ran and hugged Tsuji's waist.  She hugged him so tightly that Tsuji was in shock, trying to understand what was going on.

"I was afraid something bad would happen to you. I was terrified that something would happen to you because of me."

With the young girl's crying voice and her arms wrapping tightly around him, Tsuji slowly hugged her.Tsuji hugged her tightly as Y/n leaned a little closer to his chest and started to cry. And he placed thousand kisses on her hair.

***

Shibaman looked at the two in the living room through the door.Tsuji held y/n tightly on his lap and watched the sleeping girl without blinking.  Y/n had cried a lot, Tsuji couldn't hold back the tears as he held her and tried to calm her down.  Now y/n had fallen asleep while Tsuji was holding her as if he would never let her go.

Shiba silently walked over to Todoroki, who was sitting in the kitchen, and placed the coffee on the counter on the table.

"How is Tsuji?" Todoroki asked nervously.Tsuji and Shibaman were always by his side. No matter he never shows it,they were his first friends. It was also the first time he saw Tsuji like this.

He had known for a long time that he loved y/n.  But the situation was very serious. That's why he was afraid of him making a mistake.

"Y/n is sleeping and he is watching her. Even though he doesn't say anything, I know how scared and angry he is. I won't leave him alone for a while."

Todoroki nodded, he was thinking the same thing.

"Y/n doesn't know, does she?"

Shiba slowly nodded and smiled

"You can't easily understand Tsuji's feelings. Even when he's happy, he doesn't show much. He doesn't get angry as easily as I do. But when it comes to his loved ones, even I am afraid of what he might do."

Todoroki slowly nodded his head again

"I'll take care of this situation, Yuken said that boy is a dick."

There was a little silence, then Todoroki stood up.

"I'll check on the two of them, then I'll go home. Call me if there's a problem"

Shiba nodded and Todoroki walked into the hall.  He looked at the two from the door.Tsuji had laid Y/n on the couch and covered her.He was sitting on the floor right next to the sofa.And he had fallen asleep too.

Todoroki smiled and took the blanket off the side and gently placed it over Tsuji.  He wanted the two of them to be happy and promised to do his best for it.

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @satraninalane @thatpoindexterpixy

[soleilnomoon]

hi! I saw you reblog a post saying you wanted requests for a fanfic? I love your writing and I think it would be really cool if you wrote this 👉👈🥺💕 lol 💖💕 a fanfic I've always wanted to read would be a Trafalgar Law x Succubus!Reader, where the reader ate the succubus no mi but is a virgin and gets flustered easily and uses her aphrodisiac pheromones to basically order people about. but Law gets caught in it by accident during a fight and instead of listening to her orders (since he doesn't listen to people's orders, he is a Captain after all) he follows his lust and Rooms them out of the battlefield. thus causing them to both confess during the NSFW deed and ending with them both cuddling but reader is flustered and Law is embarrassed by the way he acted (but doesn't regret it lol). bonus part being the crew going "fucking finally, jfc...but couldn't they have picked a better time??" 🤣🤣

hiiiii thank u for being patient, this def was a a journey to write! i rewrote it so many times ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა but i like it! i hope you enjoy <3

4.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, a lil angst, a bit of fluff if you're a professional pretender; features cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, other stuff, etc. law is obviously battling her devil fruit to see who's the bigger menace in her life.

a mantra that was instilled in you years and years ago — one that sits on your mind all day and night — is that your devil fruit power is a curse. your mother tells you as much when she sees how easily people are captivated by you; and while you don’t always mean to, you manage to compel others with ease. her envy knows no bounds, and you develop a complex and irreparable relationship with her. because the sea is a much more accepting and freeing place, you leave home sooner than necessary; despite the grief that marinates deep inside of your mother’s polarized emotions, a small part of her refuses to let you go. but, when she remembers the fury that accompanies her jealousy, she sends you off with a few flippant and melancholic words.

you don’t initially intend on engaging in a life of piracy, but it turns out that the sea is also a terrifying and selfish beast — traveling alone isn’t exactly the smartest idea, nor has it been easy, but you do eventually make it to an island that is well-known for its trading port. maybe you’ll find refuge there.

the main part of the town is vibrant, lively, and full of tourists. the townspeople are direct and loud, but also good-natured and amiable. the weather is tolerable, a little hot, but nothing you can’t handle. you love the way the sun warms your skin, and you’re sure that the onlookers gawking at you love it too. the townspeople aren’t exactly against pirates visiting — money is money, essentially — but given the proximity of the nearest naval base, most pirates know to avoid the island if they can.

law, unfortunately, is too stubborn to care about things like that; and since the polar tang is a submarine, he takes a few precautions to avoid detection. because of his notoriety, he opts to stay on board, sending bepo and a few others onto the island to gather supplies in his stead. it’s a relatively simple mission, one he knows they’ll execute without issue, but a sinking feeling swirls around his stomach. something will happen, he’s sure of it; he just hopes it’s not something life-threatening.

you’re in the middle of shopping, the owner of the boutique bringing you various outfits to try on; she’s enthralled, overly eager, and just a tad too obvious with her attraction — you didn’t even really try, your powers just get easier to use as time goes on. it’s only after you’ve succeeded in convincing the woman to let you have the clothes for free, that you walk out of the boutique with a sly smile on your face, a few strands of hair gliding against your cheek as the wind blows. you don’t normally try to compel others for petty things like that, but you really don’t have the money to buy anything right now.

the bags weigh heavily on your arms, but you refuse to let any residual guilt rob you of your indulgences. you spot a small group of pirates, talking amongst themselves, attracting more attention than they probably mean to. you figure they’re not anyone of importance, but something tells you to stay put; it’s then that you notice the familiar insignia, that you craft a plan. it’s dangerous for you to use your powers like that, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? you know that infiltrating a pirate crew like theirs is the best way to survive in this sort of world.

letting out a soft sigh, you walk towards them and remind yourself to channel the sultry siren your mother painted you as; it’s not a confidence issue, it’s more that you’re usually afraid someone will see through your rouse, that they’ll know you’re not as experienced as they assume you are. it never bothered you until you grew older, but you’re definitely not equipped to deal with anyone who can withstand the impossibly irresistible pheromones you intentionally emit. 

it’s bepo that falls victim first, the others soon after; he’s stuttering and blushing, and you can’t help but smile sweetly at that. you’re usually the one who can’t handle the straight-forward reactions of most, even though you hide it behind a well-crafted poker face, so it’s a nice change to see it in action. 

“let me join your crew,” you say softly, voice melodic, the lilt thick like honey, drizzling over them repeatedly, until they’re so enamored all they can do is say yes simultaneously.

he anticipated a small margin of error, but not to this extent.

“walk me through this again,” he says through clenched teeth, fingers pinching the space between his eyes, his anger bubbling as he leans against the wall. he tries to keep his voice steady, doing his best to stop himself from fighting each one of them for their stupidity, but it gets increasingly difficult with each passing second. his dark aura shocks them into silence, so he fixes his eyes on bepo. 

“w-well, captain, i’m not really sure how it happened.” which is the truth, he doesn’t; all he remembers is feeling very light and full at the same time; a fuzzy haze slowing his reactions, which is what gave you the perfect opening. in hindsight, you do feel a little bad; the crew seems decent, more or less, and you don’t intend on staying long, nor do you intend on using your powers on them like that. but, law doesn’t believe that. he thinks you’re much more manipulative than you want to admit; why else, despite his mumbled protests, he begrudgingly agrees to you joining them.

an 80 day probationary period is in effect for you, of course. if you violate any of the rules he’s established, he’ll kick you out without question — and that will be the lightest punishment you’ll receive on board the polar tang.

you have no choice but to follow through with his ridiculousness, hating that his hawkish gaze his absolutely unbearable, your face heating painfully as you try to avoid looking his way. he thinks the demureness you’re exhibiting is an act, so he stalks over towards you, his strides careful and measured. for some reason, your brain is stuck, so you don’t move; instead your mouth parts, your words sitting at the back of your throat, unable to come up any further.

“everyone,” he says loud enough for crew members that were still in the room, “out.” without needing to be told twice, they dissipate; you curse their cowardice, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you try to convince yourself to keep it together. he’s just one person, you tell yourself, the words a fast-acting form of relief, until you remember that he’s also an incredibly strong, infamous pirate captain.

still there’s really no reason for you to cower in his presence, right?

it’s painfully obvious that you’re childish and that you’re not used to being told no; law can tell from the way you’re fluttering your lashes at him. it won’t work, it won’t work — it won’t work. it’s what he tells himself as his jaw clenches, what he keeps telling himself when he grabs your face, holding you still, forcing you to look at him. it’s not necessary, there’s no way to avoid him when he’s that close to you.

“they’re gullible idiots,” his voice is low, the words cutting into you sharply, “but i’m not. try that shit again, and you’ll live to regret it.” he lets you go quickly, as if his hand was burned from the contact — and maybe it was, since your body can’t seem to cool off. throat dry, you place your hands on your cheeks, pressing against them gently, as if you have to remind yourself that yes that just happened. if you think you’ll have an easy time being a member of his crew, you’re horribly mistaken.

law heads back to his office, fuming — slamming the metal door behind him, the noise ricocheting fiercely around the room. he’s blinded by a severe bout of irritation that stems from his inability to come to terms with the fact that he finds you attractive. he decides that the best way to deal with you, is to simply act as if you don’t affect him; he’s very good at suppressing his desires, has a talent for lying about the things he truly wants — this will be a piece of cake.

hopefully.

the first few weeks are tricky; you get used to the swing of things rather quickly, bonding with the other crew members, gaining a bit more control of your power — much to their amusement and horror — and using it against enemy pirates whenever possible. but you find that you’re finding less of a reason to stop commanding people each time. law notices this, of course, pulling you aside to remind you of what he told you when you first arrived.

you do your best to act aloof,  but his presence always throws you off; every time you walk past one another or whenever he touches you like that — no matter how brief it is — you’re stuck in a confusing loop, thoughts muddled, self-preservation completely out of the window as a sickeningly sweet warmth creeps into your chest. and, because you don’t know how to deal with those complicated feelings, you spark an argument that distracts him from staring at you like that — like he’s very close to figuring you out, a lucrative goal for a man as insistent and inquisitive as him.

you don’t like that; don’t like the way he’s always stoic, rude, mean — but not necessarily in a way that causes actual distress — or the way he seems to active avoid being near you whenever possible. you almost ask if you’ve done something to offend him, but that would mean having a conversation with him alone — and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep sane, you might accidentally blurt out something weird or personal. not that it would be the first time. he always seems to bring that out in you; the compulsion to bare yourself to him, in more ways than one, grows with each interaction. 

try as they might, your crew mates cannot find a way to bring you two together — it’s hilarious, wholly too obvious, that law likes you more than he can stomach. it’s why he always seems to be annoyed with you, why he has a habit of ordering you around more than he does the others, and why he absolutely cannot be in your presence for longer than a few minutes at a time. the urge to touch you, to see more of those bashful reactions — where you can’t seem to talk in complete sentences, fidget with your hands, drop things, trip over flat surfaces — they overwhelm him, so he keeps his distance.

which is harder than he originally thought. still, he perseveres, much to the chagrin of his crew; they’re tired of whatever game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing, at times wanting to lock the two of you into a room just so you can figure it out.

they never do, of course — they have a little more tact than that.

it doesn’t mean that they don’t make comments disguised as jokes whenever they can, which annoys you because you’re very certain that law isn’t into you the way you’re into him. if he was, then he wouldn’t cut you off whenever you have the upper hand in the numerous fights you have, he wouldn’t get in your face and throw you off, he wouldn’t look at you as if he was close to shoving you against a wall and—

you stop those thoughts before you get ahead of yourself like you tend to do these days, and instead focus on not fucking anything up.

but, as fate is rarely on your side when you need it to be, you make the one mistake that you promised you wouldn’t make. it’s in the middle of a battle with an enemy group that wasn’t necessarily strong, but they were persistent and outnumbered your crew. you fight as hard as you can, until you decide to put your devil fruit to work; that familiar sensation fills your body, where you feel time slow down, where you can possibly command a group of people within specific parameters. it’s meant to trip them up, to make them retreat and stop fighting altogether. you’ve been careful, but this time you overestimate, and you didn’t expect law to head in that direction, but he does.

it tickles, really, he almost doesn’t feel it; your voice rings loudly in his ears, forcing him to pause and ignore the battle. he gives you a sharp look, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, the shock on your face gives you away. a rookie mistake, you’ll realize later on.

“wait, law, i’m… fuck, i’m so sorry.” you can’t take it back, once a command is said, they’re to follow it through no matter what. you’re sure he’s ready to cut your head off, but he just keeps staring at you — with the same sort of look he gives you whenever you’re saying something you know will set him off. you don’t know if that means he’s thinking things over, or if he’s already decided your fate. not one for predictability when he’s rattled, law doesn’t actually know what possesses him, but before he knows it, he’s teleported both of you away from the battlefield. it’s irrational, whatever compelled him; and he’s pissed about it. 

why are you always serving as the worst kind of distraction for him? he’s a captain of a pirate group, he doesn’t have time for distractions — and, really, he doesn’t have time for you either. yet here he is, with you in his room, on the mostly empty polar tang, completely ignoring the fact that he left his crew to fend for themselves.

he’s sure that if he doesn’t act now, he’ll fall apart at the seams; before you can ask him why, he kisses you. the question vanishes from your mouth, swallowed entirely by him as his tongue caresses yours, a feverish feeling taking hold of you as you grab onto the front of his shirt — almost as if it’s a lifeline and you’re desperate not to float away.

there are plenty of things he wants to tell you, but can’t at the moment; he’s much too invested in exploring your mouth thoroughly, in his hands roaming along your body, grabbing on your ass firmly — a move that leaves you breathless and panting. a fog hovers around you, making it nearly impossible to think rationally. you know you should slow down, probably talk things out with him. if he hadn’t come into your attack range, he wouldn’t be this affected right now.

you pull away from him, eyes widening, as you look at him half in a daze and half concerned.

“we should s-stop,” you manage to say, swallowing hard as you place your palms on his chest and give him a light push. he watches you, eyes darkening, churning with an unbridled lust that might actually take his life if he doesn’t find a way to take care of it soon. “you don’t really want me, it’s just my devil f—”

law sighs loudly, effectively cutting you off, which only makes you snap your mouth shut and glare at him. you’re so embarrassed; it’s bad enough that he only wants you because you’re devil fruit power is difficult to resist, but now he’s making it hard to talk and explain things. you feel your heart sit heavily in your chest, heartbeat loud enough to put you on edge.

“you’re mistaken, y/n,” he starts, voice low and husky, as he pushes you onto his bed roughly.

again, you’re at a loss for words; your brain attempts several times to get back on track, but law is climbing on top of the bed and hovering over you, making everything complicated and maddening. his body heat makes you want to press closer to him, but you refrain, and find the words to articulate yourself properly.

“what do you mean?”

he lets another sigh slip before chuckling darkly, a sly smile tugging on his lips as he brushes his thumb against your lip. 

“your power doesn’t affect me.” his explanation is so simple, you almost don’t believe him. your face must reflect that sentiment, because he clarifies. “there’s no one who can tell me what the fuck to do without my say so.” which isn’t entirely true, but you don’t point that out, since law will only follow someone else’s command if it aligns with his own interests.

“so this whole time?” you’ve been worrying yourself to death, thinking he was in danger around you, when he was completely fine. he doesn’t answer you — and why should he? it’s not actually important. he also doesn’t want to talk, he’s pissed about a lot of things. for one, he was distracted while fighting and you’re the cause of that distraction; he took the opportunity because he knew his crew could handle themselves without issue. besides, this is a rare time where he’ll be able to have you to himself without interruption.

his mouth is on yours again, giving you a long, lingering kiss, one that sends a jolt of arousal that rapidly spreads a warmth through your body all the way down to your toes. you can’t believe it’s happening; you’ve dreamt of this moment, but you never expected it to actually come true. it’s a little less gentle and romantic than you’d like, but nonetheless you’re just as excited to be able to touch and kiss him like this.

law doesn’t bother with niceties, he yanks your clothes off impatiently and you do the same for him. limbs tangled with his, hands sifting through his hair, grabbing onto the short strands when law’s mouth makes a treacherous descent down your body. he trails kisses on various spots on your neck, your breasts, stomach — tongue licking, teeth biting, the marks a pleasant reminder of this moment that you’re sharing with him. your back arches as your soft whimpering turns into moaning once his lips ghost along the inner part of your thigh. he caresses the skin, running his tongue up higher until he reaches your pussy.

you open your mouth to tell him — that you’ve never done this before, that while you have a basic idea of the mechanics, you don’t actually know. perceptive as ever, law simply shoots you a knowing look before gliding his tongue against your slit. you shiver at his touch, stammering over your words as you softly call out his name, legs spreading to give him more room. as someone who relishes in having control over himself, situations, and the lives of others, he’s acting rather impulsively right now.

he busies himself by burying his face in between your thighs, tongue parting your moist folds, arousal trickling onto his chin. his cock stiffens and if he wasn’t so invested in eating your pussy, he’d probably be stroking himself. your hips buck up against his face, your moans getting louder when he slips his tongue inside of your tight entrance, desperately wanting to taste you even more. he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s been holding himself back for so long, or because he just wants you — or both, perhaps.

whichever it is, it’s the driving force behind him swapping his tongue for his finger; he slides one inside of you slowly, tongue flicking against your clit before circling around it slowly, his finger sliding in and out of you slowly. your plush walls squeeze around him, especially when he starts sucking on your clit; you beg him to give you more, wanting him to command your body in a way that only he can. you’re not even exactly sure of what that is, but you’re so tired of not knowing; law slips another finger inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion.

you roll your hips against his hand, a breathy moan flying out of your mouth when he picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers inside of your needy cunt, your wetness gliding down his fingers and palm. you don’t think you can feel hotter until his tongue bullies your clit again, merciless with each stroke, his wrist angling as his fingers fuck you faster. “oh…fuck, yes, please don’t stop…” you’ll beg if you have to, that’s how deep your depravity goes, apparently.

it’s when he sucks on your clit that your orgasm takes you by surprise; you cum hard, thighs and hips shaking, pussy dripping as law laps it all up. you almost want to push him away, but you know damn well that a man like law has an insatiable way about him.

and you’re right, he does.

he gives you a heated look, tongue gliding along his lips as his hand wraps around his hardened length. you look up at him through your thick lashes, breath uneven as you watch pre-cum spill out from his slit, the thick head of his cock a tempting, devilish thing that rubs against your pussy almost possessively. another shiver ripples through your body, nipples hard, a different unfamiliar ache passing between your legs. 

“i don’t think you’re aware of just how much you affect me,” he says, another bout of irritation rising within him, although this one is tame and much more manageable.

you roll your eyes at him, squirm underneath his hold, but offer back a slick retort in response. “i thought you said i don’t affect you.” you wonder if he’s just been playing with you this whole time.

law nudges his tip inside of you, bit by bit, slow and tortuous, the pain barely noticeable as he plays with your nipples, his teeth tugging on them, mouth sucking forcefully — like he’d rather do nothing but taste every part of your body. “you’re not listening,” he says before thrusting into you fully, burying his length into your pussy without remorse, eyes softening briefly as he watches you. “i said that your power doesn’t affect me.”

there’s a distinction there.

you don’t know what to say, but you do feel foolish — for thinking he didn’t want you, for thinking that the only reason he could possibly want you is because you compelled him. he pulls his hips back and snaps them against yours roughly, and you moan his name over and over, until all you can think about is the way law’s thick cock fills you up, of the way your pussy fits so snugly around him — something that makes him want to fuck you until you’re both too tired to move.

“i…,” you lick your lips, voice soft, panting lightly as your hips move in tandem with his, legs wrapping around his waist, holding him closer to you, wanting him to go deeper. “i… like you. a lot.” probably more than a lot, but he doesn’t need to know that. he doesn’t know why you’re telling him that, it was obvious from the way you reacted to him kissing you that you felt the same way as he did. it might’ve taken him some time, but law’s like that — always wants to put in work to ensure that he comes to an appropriate conclusion before acting.

you rake your nails down his arms as his hips jerk against yours roughly, his pace picking up, his thrusts deeper and graceful. the way his balls slap against you, makes you burn all over again; you’re not sure if it’s out of shame because the sound is turning you on even more, or if it’s because you realize that you’ve been missing out on so much. still, you’re quite happy that it’s law you’re being intimate like this with; you’re not naive enough to believe the universe paired you together intentionally, but the idea is a comforting one.

he kisses you sloppily, groaning as he gives you open-mouthed kisses. before you know it, law pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. you’re in such a daze that you comply right away, he admires the shape of your ass, the width of your hips, the curves along the rest of your body; law drops a kiss onto the middle of your back. it’s much too intimate for his taste, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it. 

after letting out a very audible moan, his voice is harsh, full of lust, when he mutters, “fuck,” under his breath, sliding his cock inside your pussy and enjoying the sweet sensation all over again. if he had to choose between fighting alongside his crew against a weak, annoying pirate group, and fucking you — he’d choose you time and time again. it’s a troubling thought, but he won’t revisit it anytime soon. for now, he’s focused solely on making sure you cum again.

leaning closer, chest barely touching you as his hips bump against your ass, burrowing his cock deeply inside of you. your hips move on their own, meeting his hasty thrusts with vigor, wanting to him to fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel it for days — and if you had more time on your hands, he probably would. but that’ll have to wait for another day. law presses a kiss against your jaw, heart thudding, making him feel uneasy, but he swallows that down and focuses on the way you’re squeezing around his cock tight enough to incapacitate a weaker man.

he whispers filthy, impractical things, like “if you keep clenching around me like that, i won’t last much longer” and, “you’re taking me so well”, and also, “your pussy is so greedy, sucking me in like that.” the last one takes you by surprise, to the point that you’re too bashful to respond, which, for some unknowable reason, strikes him as adorable. and if he was in a better state of mind, he’d retract that statement; but it hangs around his head, taunting him with each thrust of his hips, reminding him that having feelings like that is dangerous and that someone like you could compromise everything he’s worked hard for. 

but, he’s tired of that sort of paranoia dictating how his life should go; he ignores those pesky thoughts and presses a kiss on your shoulder. maybe it’s because your pussy finally tapped out, or maybe it’s because that gesture alone practically incapacitates you — your heart and head full of silly notions — but another orgasm finds you, leaving you a sweaty, panting mess, voice plenty hoarse from how loud you were.

his own orgasm is close by; law gives you short, frenzied thrusts, calling out your name tenderly, making your whole body flush with awareness, pussy clenching around him again when he teeters over the edge, cumming thickly inside you. because of the forcefulness of his thrusts, you’re bucking your hips against him again, body sensitive but craving more of him. you don’t know if it’s the devil fruit, or just him but you can’t get enough. and while law would love to indulge you, he knows that the rest of the crew will be back sometime soon — and he’d rather avoid the awkward conversation that will inevitably happen when they find out.

he collapses onto the bed next to you, arm wrapping around you lazily as you press closely to him. you can barely look at him — and you don’t know what to say, either; there are too many thoughts buzzing through you, but thankfully he won’t press you for details. a sense of clarity that tends to hit post-orgasm settles inside of him, clearing some of the fog from his head. it’s with great embarrassment that he realizes he actually abandoned the crew to come fuck you; highly impractical, unethical, and plain wrong. does he regret it? no, absolutely not. but, still, he’s been with his crew for so long, they deserve much better than that. he doesn’t get much time to stew, as there’s a loud banging on his door.

assuming the worst, law quickly puts his pants on and rushes to open the door. the crew is mostly gathered outside of the room, and it’s bepo who chastises law for being rash and for not coming back sooner.

“did you lose?”

bepo shakes his head quickly, mouth opening to offer a rebuttal, but law sucks his teeth, annoyance filling his head again as he slams the door in their faces. like he said previously, a bunch of idiots. you try not to laugh, but the situation is pretty fucking funny. 

unbeknownst to the both of you, your crew mates took bets on how long it would take before the two of you finally hooked up, raucous cheering further pissing law off as he makes his way back to his bed, the reality of him having to deal with them and their insufferable comments later on just makes him groan loudly. 

he really does have terrible timing.