#every hour is mhh

[musubiki]

its mochi harassment hour

[astralnymphh]

thinking about skin-to-skin with jackson!ellie. naturally, ellie forgets to even change out of her day clothes, so more often than not, she hits the hay in that grungy and lint-littered hoodie of hers you only achieve stealing from her every once in a while. ergo, she was a bit apprehensive and questioning the first time you suggested it, the term flooring her to confusion.

“skin-to-skin? sounds like some sort of.. culty-ritual type thing. are you in a cult?” her face a contortion of mock bewilderment, eyebrows scrunched together.

“no!” you scowl, genuinely dumbfounded. “you're so stupid, babe.” which, if you were genuine through and through, you would digress to say she really isn't. she's a dumbass depending on the weather, or the hour of the day.

but when you earnestly explain it into that intrigued-girlfriend ear of hers, snuggled up to her arm in only a bra, it marks her face with sudden interest, and she is rid of that doltish act and replacing it with amusement as she watches you slowly strip her hoodie. “here, trust me, it's very calming.” fingers and thumbs alike pushing up and over that linty hem.

be careful what you wish for dating ellie, because as soon as you two actually devoted your bare skin against each other, she fell asleep. arms and legs wrapped around you like you're a cuddly teddy bear, and you couldn't escape for the rest of the night through. it truly felt sedative: the feel of basking in the heat of her skin and no source else, you could die in this position if granted the eternal release. and her snores, oh my god her snores: in no way obnoxious but in every way gentle, drawing and blowing into your chest. ellie made sure no inch of you went without her; the idea that her hands are her only convenience of touching you, wanes away. this is exactly what you were searching for.

it was exactly what ellie needed, too. how flawlessly timed you were, to bring something that would bring ellie back to you. out of the woods. out of the hardships. arguing with joel was hard enough, so to have somebody who she could just phase into and mark the death of day softly with, she takes it whole. in fact, she appreciates the act more than you, pressing her breasts against your back the moment she slips into bed, even on the nights you never planned to do skin-to-skin. it has become—essential. it puts her innate pleasures into perspective and kills her defenses. “mhh—skins s'warm,” she slurs tiredly, and her warm breath is soft and crackly in her chords, fogging up your nape. where she nestles into, talks against. “but ur' bra's still on. wanna feel your skin, can i take it off? hmm?”

[maehemthemisfit]

I can't stop thinking about Lyney's good morning voice line. His morning voice is so... 🤭

I think he's the type to pull you back into bed, pleading for you to be in his arms for just a little while longer.

"...mhh c'mon, just five more minutes... "

His sleepy voice is enough to break your resolve, but the way his arms slips around you, hugging you closer into his chest, as he mumbles how cold he is without your embrace while his breath tickles your neck.... yeah, you're not leaving his bed anytime soon and he has no intentions on letting you go.

I also can imagine him as a wild sleeper, but it somehow doesn't wake you up. You'll fall asleep with him to your side, just to wake up with his arms around your waist and his face pressed against your stomach, or his legs entangling yours with his arms sprawled across you.

Whatever position you end up in, he'll always find a way to leave drowsey kisses on your skin when he finally rouses from his "five more minuets" to another hour nap

"good morning mon amour. I take it you let this tired magician talk you back into his arms?" " *chuckles* though it's probably not ideal for you... i wouldn't mind if you fell for it every time, if it meant i got to wake up to your mezmerizing eyes~"

[leviismybby]

Crack of dawn

Kinktober Day 2: sleepy sex

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw 18+, mdni

It wasn't new to Levi to wake up earlier than he should, he has always struggled to sleep the full night. Maybe it was because it was a habit or maybe it was the stress of being the captain of the survey corps. Either way, Levi didn't mind waking up next to you, he pulled you closer and hugged you from behind as you slept peacefully. His arms around your waist, he kisses your shoulder gently, admiring your face.

Levi knew you weren't going to wake up for at least another two hours, the sun had just started to come out. Now that he watching you like this, he can't help but bite his lip. The way your chest heaved up and down, the way your mouth was slightly open. It was all Levi needed to feel his cock starting to get hard in his pants. So he leans in and places soft kisses on your cheek, he can resist many pleasures in life but he can never resist you.

"Name..." He whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe gently. You stir in your sleep but it's not enough to wake you up quite yet so Levi does a move that slows does the trick. His lips go to your neck and he sucks on your skin, leaving a mark on your body, marking you. You moan softly, your eyes open. "Levi." The tone of your voice is still sleepy, his lips are still on your neck as he responds to your call of his name. "Mhh?"

As you were about to talk again, you felt his warm hand sneak under your shirt and grab your breast, squeezing it gently. Your hand reaches out behind you and you grab onto his hair, a louder moan surpasses your lips this time. "I want to fuck you." His voice is husky, he grinds against your ass making sure that you feel his hardness against you. "Of course you do.." You say, a smile forming on your lips, you're still very sleepy but Levi can surely wake you up.

He wastes no time and slides your pajama pants down your legs. You push your ass further into his erection, making him hiss slightly. "Fucking tease." His hand goes from the soft flesh of your breast down to your legs, he spreads your thighs apart. "Mhh." You can't help the sound leaving your lips as he runs a finger up and down your wet folds, his lips still kissing your neck.

"Looks like you are rather eager for me to take you." Levi slides a finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out of softly. He is loving the sounds you're letting out, quiet moans of his name. His kisses move to your shoulder and he bites when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. You aren't still fully awake and yet you can feel his fingers diving deep into you, making shivers run down your body.

His lips leave a wet trail behind as he moves back up to your ear. "You're so good for me." He starts to move his fingers faster and that causes your eyes to open, you turn your head to look at him catching his gray eyes. They were so full of lust, he looked like he wanted to ruin you but he still didn't have the energy for it. Just as you were about to cum on his fingers, he removes them, his hand moving to your hip.

"Fuck this. I can't wait anymore." He kisses you on the lips to enter you, and his cock pushes past your warm walls. Both of you moan against each other's mouth, and a sloppy kiss follows, your tongues messily dancing together as his hips slowly thrust against you, stretching you out deliciously.

Levi pulls your even closer, his hips start to move faster, his cock pounding you deeper. Pulling away from the kiss, you whimper, your hand resting against his that it is on your hip. He keeps fucking you like that, letting himself go, your pussy feels so perfect around him, and your walls keep squeezing him. You shut your eyes again, just enjoying the feeling he is giving you.

You honestly wish he would wake you up like this every day, to take you under the warmth of your sheets before you two have to get ready for the day. His hand tightens around you as he moves inside of you, Levi takes two of his fingers and pushes them in your mouth making you suck on them. It's one of his favorite things to do during sex and you like it everytime.

Your tongue swirls around his fingers making him growl at the sight and that causes him to speed up his pace, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. "My naughty girl." He whispers it makes you feel all hot, the way his voice is all low and manly, it's enough alone to push you over the edge but you hold on.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, leaving them coated with your salvia. Even if you two get messy during sex, Levi loves it more than anyone, he is a clean man but he takes pleasure in making you a mess for him. Placing a gentle kiss on your head, he slows his cock again when he feels your cunt clamp down on his length. He doesn't want to cum just yet.

"You want to cum?" The way he asked you that made you know that he wants to edge you, you nod biting your lip. You have tried holding it in but at some point it becomes too much. "Please..Levi-" He cuts you off, taking your face into his hands and turning your head towards him. "Look at me."

Your eyes open on his command and they lock with his. "That's it, princess. Now watch this.." He starts to fuck you hard, rolling his hips recklessly against yours, making that warm feeling build up inside of you. Your eyes stay locked on his as his thrusts grow more erotic and powerful. And without much effort, you cum around his cock, letting out a loud moan.

"Yes. Exactly like that." Levi groans and bites into your neck again, as soon as he feels his orgasm building up, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off, he would love nothing more than to cum inside but he can't risk it. You feel warm squirts of his cum, on your thighs and hear the way Levi growls out your name when that white pleasure hits him

As he calms down from his high, he looks back to you only to see that you have fallen asleep again. He sighs and kisses your cheek before standing up to grab a towel and clean up his mess from your thigh. "My good girl..." He kisses your inner thigh before standing up to get ready for the day.

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[jeansplaytoy]

jean x thick!reader headcannons

sexual themes, smut, comfort, fluff.

jean LOVESSS your thighs, hips, waist, stomach, everything. he’s just really that typa person.

and love is literally an understatement. he adores them, worships them, this man will get on his knees for you, just to grab them.

he hates it whenever you’re like “baby, you think they’re too thick? like be for real.” because he loves them so much.

“hell nah they not too thick.” he’d say before rubbing them. “look at em. like jello.”

everywhere you go, his hands would have to be on your thighs. in the car, chilling on the couch, eating, eating, at a party, or any fancy dinner where he has to chance to sit right beside you.

he can’t resist them, asking for pics of them every time he’s out with his group or just not around you.

he loved squeezing them, just to make you jump a little and get your reaction

kissing your lips, your right thigh, then your left thigh whenever he was about to leave the house for a couple hours or minutes.

and he loves your waist.

he loves the way his scratch marks are on there every week, or couple of days if he’s really feening for you. but when isn’t he?

and he loves rubbing your belly, if you’re cuddling or something, he’ll randomly put his hand there and just start rubbing and every time you tell him to stop he’ll refuse.

he loves laying on your thighs, stomach, everything. and as much as he thinks it annoys you sometimes, he can’t help himself.

and when you sit on his lap, he loses control, but always tries to keep his cool, especially in public.

‘damn.’ he’d think to himself sometimes, staring right at it.

normally, in the comfort of your own home, he’d just pull you back to where your back was against his chest with a blunt in his left hand, slipping his right hand under your shirt and into your bra.

but in public, it was a whole different thing. he tried his best not to get hard at the sensation of you sitting directly on his lap, not even on his thigh. and when you glanced back at him with that ‘innocent’ ass look on your face, he’d give you almost a death stare before a small smile would creep on his face.

or when you’d walk in front of him and your hips moved gracefully with every step you took.

he just couldn’t get enough the chubbiness of some parts of your body. your arms, thighs, ass, cheeks, waist, and even when he’d catch a glance of your hip dips.

it was like even when you weren’t teasing him, you were teasing him. wearing his boxers, or those lace panties which you’d eventually have to get a new pair of, around the house.

and when your spaghetti strap shirt hugged just perfectly, showing all your curves and special spots. he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

and what he liked best was when you tried to get all mad at him over anything he did, even if he knew he was the reason you got mad, promise he’d always handle that shit.

“ah..! fuckkk..!” your eyebrows furrowed as he rammed, just balls deep into you, as nothing but wet and rapid sounds of your skin clapping against his own filled both of your ears. he sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head. “nah, yo ass was getting all mad earlier, repeat what you was saying.” he mumbled, exhaling smoke from his nose while he stared down at the way your ass and thighs moved from the impact.

you drove him fucking crazy.

tears formed at the corners of your eyes, gripping the sheets, swearing you felt them tear from the force, or maybe that was you.

“baby… mhh.. i don’t think i can take it…” you whined and whimpered, trying to get him to at least slow down. you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your ass, making you jump and moan louder. “p..please..!” you bit your lip, as you felt him dig his nails into your hips, pulling you back with each thrust he pulled off. “you feel so good ma, damn.” he whispered, ignoring your cries and pleas.

besides, you knew what happened when you got an attitude with him.

and when you were both on cloud 10, higher than you’ve ever been, or that’s what you two always thought, he loved it.

laying his head in between your thighs while lightly pulling at the ankle bracelet you wore. his eyes fixed on the tv, watching whatever cartoon you always thought was funny as hell when you were stoned and done.

or when one of his hands rested underneath your thigh and your calf, raising your knee a little higher than the other one, which he just let you rest up by yourself, while he rubbed on it.

he kissed the inside of your thigh, giving you your daily/weekly hickeys before biting on some spots.

you rested yourself on your hands, wanting to have a better view of him as you panted a little, biting your lip and rolling your eyes to the back of your head as soon as he kissed your clit, licking and sucking while your juices filled his tongue, stringing when he pulled away a little before continuing his normal routine.

he treated your pussy like your lips, you knew that much. slipping his tongue inside and slowly moving it around before taking it out and kissing at it again.

“mm… faster.. please.” you mumbled softly while the wet sounds filled the room, like always. jean lazily looked up at you as you moved your hips softly against his mouth, sticking one of his fingers inside of you and curling it right before pulling, not all the way out, but just enough to make you twitch a little when he pushed it back in.

he continued to suck and lick, listening to the way your soft moans filled the room. you used one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to increase the pleasure. and each time, he’d let you.

removing his finger from your already swollen pussy, moving his arms underneath your thighs to massage your waist and hips while continuing to tongue fuck you.

and with his pink, sometimes red, low eyes, lashes looking prettier than usual, he loved the sight of you, whining to get through the pleasure.

“paint my face real pretty, mama.” he mumbled against you, as you pushed to do exactly what he said, nearly suffocating him as your thighs tightened around him.

he hummed a little, pulling your legs apart as you started to quiver and shake, the white, sticky substance all over his chin and mouth. and while he overstimulated you, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs up again.

but this time he let you.

he did love your thighs, after all.

[mirohlayo]

CHASE MY DREAM(S)

( Lewis has one last dream to fulfill, well if you don't count the most important one. )

warning : a lil boring introduction, all fluffy

note : i want a Lewis in my life pls

word count : 1.3k

Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton. Two names that both worked perfectly. We always likened them to one another, like pieces of a puzzle that fit together. As soon as we thought of one, we thought of the other.

However, the seven time Formula 1 world champion struggled to achieve victories and podiums, and his formerly usual appearances on these three steps were much less frequent, rare and almost... non existent. It was not his lack of experience that held him back, Lewis was surely the most experienced on the current grid, and that without a doubt.

Rather, it was his opponents, a certain team and a certain driver. RedBull and Max Verstappen. Many of Lewis' fans will say that he was robbed of his eighth championship, in 2021, but we are not here to debate that subject. The loyal Mercedes driver doubted his choices, his actions and his performances. His thoughts wandered, because at what price could he afford this eighth championship that he dreamed of so much?

The price to pay was surely great and fatal. Leaving the team for which he raced, the one with whom he has always been faithful and loyal for 11 years. But after 3 years without success, maybe a new start will do him good, and maybe this change will turn everything upside down. He still had a dream to accomplish, this eighth championship to win. Well, to be honest, he still had two dreams to fulfill.

This famous championship, as previously announced, and then, her. This person who has just joined Lewis in his driver room. This pretty woman who has known him for several years now. The one for whom Lewis' heart seemed to melt in an instant as soon as he laid eyes on her.

She looked like a dream. Angelic and almost unreal. The kind of face you can admire for hours, and the kind of voice you can listen to speak for hours because there was an inexplicable sweetness emanating from it. It was one of Lewis's most beautiful dreams. To be by her side forever, to finally have the courage to offer her a life together, a love of the strongest.

He took her in his arms, squeezing her gently. He could let himself go in these embraces, and show her his weaknesses and his fears. She knew him by heart now, and she worried a lot about his mental health and his career choices. She was perfect in his eyes. “Still thinking about your contract, mhh?” Lewis chuckled weakly, almost ironically. He expected you to ask him this question.

His eyes, where a glow that you couldn't describe danced, met yours. You looked for him, and behind those pupils that were full of thousands of different feelings, you tried to find the words he was trying to say. The true feelings he felt deep inside. He was still smiling weakly, his gaze softened by your face. "I think deep down I made the right choice, Y/n. It's just that leaving Mercedes after all these years..."

He couldn't manage to finish his sentence, looking down and staring at your feet face to face. He felt totally exposed, lacking in confidence and full of doubts. Maybe a little shameful. His grip had loosened, his hands resting in the hollow of your hips. "They haven't really listened to you over the last two years, Lewis... as if you weren't their driver, as if the vision of a seven time Formula 1 champion who drives every day had no importance"

You manage to extract another mocking laugh from Lewis, who, despite his love for this team, totally agreed with your words. His racing team had been indifferent to his suggestions and comments. He played nervously with his fingers. You could feel the tension and stress in him, and seeing him like this broke your heart. The man in front of you didn't deserve this.

You grabbed his hands gently, separating them from each other. Lewis looked up, his expression completely dejected. He looked like he was about to cry and you couldn’t stand the sight anymore. Wrapping your arms around his back, you took care to gently guide his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck, where he loved to nestle comfortably. His hands hadn't moved, just gripped your waist tighter.

Several minutes passed like this. The noise of the paddock hidden by the walls of the driver room. Lewis felt...at home. He was relaxing little by little, he absolutely didn't want to let you go. Everything seemed normal now, in your arms, far from all these incessant questions. “I believe in you so much, Lewis. Everyone believes in you, and everyone is very, very proud of you” Your lips brush against the driver’s temple, placing a soft, reassuring kiss there.

“It’s time for you to chase your dream.” Lewis leaned back slightly, locking his gaze with yours. He tilted his head to the side, a smile hanging on his face. "Dreams. Chase my dreams" You didn't immediately understand where he was going with this. Why was he repeating the same sentence as you? And then, after a few moments of confusion, you raised your eyebrows, intrigued and curious. You had finally found the difference, and it was in the number of dreams Lewis had.

He had piqued your curiosity, and he himself had guessed it by examining your expression. His smile gets bigger. “I don’t have one dream, but two dreams to fulfill Y/n.” He brings his face slightly closer to yours, only a few centimeters. He grins even wider. “Win this eighth championship. And above all, win the heart of this absolutely beautiful girl.” His index finger points to the top of your chest, reflecting his words.

Your eyes widened, your cheeks blushed violently. It is true that you absolutely, but absolutely did not expect a statement like that. Lewis couldn't help but laugh happily, satisfied with your reaction. "I have a race to win, sweetheart. Wait for me, m'kay?" He winked at you, before rushing onto the circuit. Everything was happening at an incredible pace, and while you were still stuck in your driver room thinking about what just happened, the race was already coming to an end. But an incredibly beautiful ending. Silverstone, 2024, and a Lewis on the podium of his home race. Finally.

The shock was still present in you, but with this sudden victory of your favorite driver - and your secret lover - the adrenaline didn't seem to want to subside. The applause from the completely overexcited and crazy crowd, the euphoric atmosphere. This time, everything really felt like a dream. So, gently pushing the different people, making your way among the Mercedes employees, you saw him there on the podium.

Big, strong, and proud of himself. A huge smile on his face and tears of joy beading on his sweet face. He looked around. He was looking for something, someone. And he finally seemed to have found it. You couldn't take your eyes off his, both too hypnotized by this surreal moment. And, despite the vibrant and almost dizzying atmosphere, he managed to read on your pretty lips these three words that he dreamed of hearing from you.

And this dream came true. So, finally, at the moment when he was brandishing this magnificent trophy, on the top step of this magnificent podium, he had regained this ounce of hope. His first dream had come true, and he had finally won the heart of the woman of his dreams. So, if he managed to did it after all these years, of course he can win that much desired eighth championship, right?

[hwajin]

— slow it down, make it bouncy

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: bang chan | 4k follower event

genre: smut

pairing: chan x fem!reader (implied chubby reader 😝)

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"Mhhh, slow down baby, fuck- slow down."

Glistening back facing him, his body laid out beneath you, your hands prepped on Chan's thighs. You felt his own on every inch of you he could reach in laying position, though not seldom they made home on your behind, groping and grabbing at your bum, sighing out in newly-found pleasure whenever he did. You were sure he was salivating by now with the sight presented before him — your body on display, the dip in the small of your back he adored so much making presence with every roll of your hips you gave to take him in, your derriere jelly-like with every movement altogetger — though you'd never give yourself the credit, not aloud.

You obeyed him, your body slowing down, hips rolling torturously against his own, suddenly feeling him everywhere, all around you, so deep within you your body jerked forward, struggling to keep composure, to fight against bubbling exhaustion. Whimper after whimper rolling past your lips, increasing in volume, in pitch — whining out when his hands found your bum anew, taking a handful of voluptuous flesh, squeezing to his liking, nails digging to leave crescent moons. Granting you stability with mere touch, gaining composure for your sake.

"Yeah, bounce just like that baby... so good, so- mhh, so beautiful."

Sighing out with each word, struggling to get it past his lips. Your body reacted to the praise, thighs contracting, hips rolling and bum meeting him harshly, skin slapping onto skin, eliciting sounds that bore themselves into your senses. Your fingers created similar shapes on his body as his did on your own, marked in unison and bound together in pleasure, in utter satisfaction. Hips meeting hips in building impatience, Chan rutting up to chase high, to chase release. Moving your body with his own, making every bit of your flesh dance in waltzes addicting, making you move like still waters on darkened nights - he couldn't take his eyes off you if he wanted, intoxicated, entirely under your mercy and he wasn't sure you were aware.

Spasming around him, butterfly flaps around his length and he knew you reached release, confirming when your body fell forward, hips yet rolling, his name falling off your lips in melodies most alluring, melodies favourite to his ear. He'd never grow sick of the way his name sounded past your mouth, so loving, so needing, enticing. It'd be the only thing he'd wish for you to say, if only he had the choice.

Painting you in white moments later, unable and unwanting to keep composure any longer when you were the body he was feeling, when your satisfaction lulled him in, got him seeing stars, made his whole long and urge for you, for mutual contentment. Hands on the curve of your hips as he rode out the last of his orgasm, eyes shut and seeing stars with the way you milked him off his very last drop, only discharging off him when the sting of stimulation hit you in most pleasurable pain, when your body gave out, when you thought you couldn't take it anymore.

Though you always could, and Chan always knew. Repositioning, finding himself on his knees before you, motioning tired body to roll onto back, and you obeyed momentarily, eager of his plans, though exhausted simultaneously. And his lips connected with your wetness, tasting you, tasting him on you, and the night wasn't bound to end in the following hours, not until sunrise stroke the earth, made your bodies sleep to the sound of early morning birds.

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[bl0odyh3art]

MISS ME?

warnings: incest, dad Leon, Leon being a creep, daughter reader, divorce, forced p in v, cunnilingus.

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: I FUCKING HATE THIS FIC 😭

Your dad worked hard. Every day, he came home and had to deal with you. The mess you left, cooking dinner, helping you clean, and the laundry. Then he had to do it again the next day, and the next, and the next. Tonight, he came home around 8 pm. He said a quick "hey, sweetheart", pressed a kiss on the top of your head and went to his bedroom to shower and change. After an hour or so, he came back to the living room and sat beside him. He was too tired to do anything. He placed his rough hand on your thigh. "Do anything today?" his voice was raspy, and his hand squeezed your thigh, he's always been touchy with you. "Yeah." you sighed, keeping your eyes on the TV. "What'd you do, huh?" he looked over at you. His thumb softly rubbing your outer thigh. "I made lunch and cleaned up last night. You can eat the leftovers." you didn't look at him once, you didn't know why, but you just wanted to watch the show that was playing. "Baby, look at me." he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. You looked at him, he's never been this touchy with you. Ever. His right hand was on your upper thigh and his fingers were so close to your core. His left hand on the side of your face. It felt so weird. You got his hands off your body. "What?" your eyes looking into his eyes. What the fuck was his problem? "Honey, I'm just lonely….you know that….your mom and everything…no one wants me baby….but you're here…my precious girl…my sweet little baby girl…" his big arms coming to wrap around your shoulders. Smelling your hair and softly groaning. You softly pushed on his shoulders, but he held you tighter, placing you on his lap. "Look so much like your fuck'n mom, you know?" he whispered to you, his hand snaking to your ass. You didn't like that, but he's your dad. How could you say no? He let go of you before you know it. "Sorry, sweetheart….fuck I'm sorry…just-....go to bed." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. You went up to your room, to think and just try to sleep after that.

You weren't even wet, dry as a desert. He took off you panties and moved down on the bed, spreading your ass cheeks open and flatting his tounge against your pussy, licking a stripe up your cunt to your asshole. You didn't even make a sound or movement. Good girl. He flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, pressing kisses to your hole, and sticking his tongue in there, feeling your slick get mixed up with his saliva. He flipped you over carefully and pulled down his sweats, pulling his dick out and spreading your legs open. He lined up his tip to your hole and dropped his head down onto your shoulder as he forced himself in you, sucking in a sharp breath as he plumped into you. Grabbing onto your tits as he groaned and moaned. He reached his hand down to your clit to rub it on like you were awake and need the pleasure. "Goooddd…soo fucking good, baby….uh-huh mhh take your daddy's dick for me….hmm" You started to wake up, eye's fluttering open to see your dad on top you. Pounding into you. Rubbing your clit as he was slobbering all over the nape of your neck like a dog in heat. His neck snapped up from hearing your cries for him to stop, his eyes blown wide and mouth open. "I'm sorry, baby….just-...just take it, sweetheart….just take it…." he whispered in-between his heavy breathing and moans. You cried softly and quietly. So ungrateful, huh? He quickly put your legs over his shoulders and he picked up the pace, groaning as you clamped around his dick, trying to push him out. "Stop being so ungrateful…you …hmm…you should be fucking….happy that I'm doing this….no more little useless boys….who don't know what their doing….this is my fucking pussy…..you owe me your whole little life…. Risked my life for you every day…." he slapped your clit as you sobbed. As soon as he finished, filling you up, he wiped your tears and started crying himself. "I'm sorry, baby…. I'm so sorry…. fuck…. I'm sorry…." he cried into your shoulder, holding you tightly. He was sobbing. You've never seen your dad cry like this before. Full on sobbing like someone died. You just wrap your arms around his neck and let him cry. Patting his back as he kept apologizing. What the hell, he raped you and he starts crying?

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Timing

Hello there, people. This fic is a gift for my on of my besties, who really needed some TripleS fics to read and as a fellow stan, I agree. This is my first attempt writing about them on this blog, if I'm not wrong, so why don't start with a good dose of angst? Let me know if if you liked it and if you would like to see more of them 💙

Knock knock. "Manager, can I come in?", Yooyeon knew it was your rest day and that you deserved to have a good rest after all the hard work you have done for her and the other 23 members, and yet she still wanted to be the one to wake you up in the morning. Maybe you two could have been outside for breakfast and then have a nice walk in that park you always talk about. Not receiving any answer, she decided to get in; the light was dim, just few sun rays were able to penetrate through the curtains of your window. "Sorry to come in...", she said in a light tone, before noticing you were still deeply sleeping in your bed. She smiled sweetly at your calm face, laying on the white pillow. Another couple of steps and then...the disappointment. Hidden by blankets, Yubin was also sleeping between your arms, the happiest expression showing on her face. She had to suppress the loudest sigh to not wake up the both of you. She went back on her steps, biting her bottom lip and doing her best to hold her tears. "Mhh...did your hear anything, Yubin?", you asked, looking around confused; you were sure that you heard the door being opened and closed again few moments ago. "I'm sure the members were just playing and being loud as usual...go back to sleep", Yubin answered lazily, before nuzzling against your chest and pulling you even closer in her embrace. Yeah, she was probably right, it was nothing to worry about for sure.

Few hours later, around the middle of the morning, you decided to wake up, when Chaeyeon almost kicked down the door to kidnap Yubin and bring her to the living room to replicate who knows which TikTok trend. You groaned, bothered by the interruption of your peace, before strenching your body; it was too bad but it was worth to start your day at that point. You came out of your bedroom just to receive the greetings and hugs of all members as every morning: Nien, Kotone, Kaede, Lynn, Yeonji...as you went around the three dormitories you met all the girls...well, except one. "Seoyeon, do you know where Yooyeon is? I have still not seen her this morning", you asked to S1, that usually was the quickest way to know about everyone whereabouts. "I'm pretty sure I heard her going out few hours ago, but she didn't tell me where was directed too. Maybe she went to study for her exams", she explained, shrugging with nonchalance before returning to her Mario Kart challenge with Mayu. You nodded, convinced, it sounded plausible in your head, after all it was not the first time the oldest girl of the group disappeared to go to the library, furthermore it was not a secret that she was a lover of her privacy. You still decided to try to call her but it was all useless. You pouted sadly, you would have liked to bring her out this morning, doing breakfast together and maybe having a walk in the park you always tell her about. "Anyone down to go out for me?", you proposed in the living room where the majority of girls were, still intentioned to have a great rest day. An hand was lifted faster than all the others...

Yooyeon opened her eyes, meeting the blue sky and the bright sun, and then she removed the earbuds, stopping the music going on. Her healing time helped her to calm her down. She checked her phone and she was surprised to discover a couple of missed calls from you. She felt so stupid, she was there acting all edgy and sad on a random bench when you were looking for her. She dialed your number, she took a deep breath...and then she saw you: you and Yubin were walking laughing and teasing each other, your arms linked and two big smiles on yours faces. Once again the girl had to try her best to not launch her phone away or walking towards you and cursing, but in the end she just stayed still, looking at her manager and friend disappear in the crowd. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, why am I so stupid?", Yooyeon scolded herself, running back to the dorm, this time failing to hold her tears, the images of you and Yubin on your happy date hurting her heart and mind.

When you went back to the dorm, you were so exhusted. Yubin made you walk around all day, going in and out at every shop she was interested in. Also, you really appreciate her company, but she seemed to be in a very good reasons that day so she was very hyper. Also, Yubin was known for being a bit of a tease, but she never stopped to flirt until you got home. And talking about home...the atmosphere was completely different since when you went out. All the girls were gloomy and their eyes had a worried look. "Dahyun, what happened?", you asked, almost whispering. "I'm not sure...during lunch Yooyeon unnie came back crying. She ran in her room and closed herself inside, not letting anyone go inside", she explained, making your heart sink for some reasons. What did happen to her? Yooyeon was a smart and strong girl, it was so rare to see her crying, and you are pretty sure no one has ever seen her breaking down...well, until today at least.

You walked till her room, you could already hear her faint sobbing from outside the room. You wondered for a couple of minutes about what to do in this situation and eventually you gathered the courage to knock on the door and go in. "Hey Yoo, are you alrig-", your question was immediately interrupted when the girl realized you were the one talking to her. "GO OUT! NOW!", she shouted at you, almost scaring you: you have never seen her so angry nor her voice so loud. "Yoo, calm down. Why don't we try to talk so you can explain to me what's wrong?", you proposed, but that only made things worse. "Are you kidding me? Are you a fool or what? This is all your fault", she said, getting up and hitting your chest with her index finger. "Me?", you questioned in a whisper, totally lost after her accusation. "Yes, you! You are nothing more than a player and a liar", at every words her fingers kept hitting you, but actually you were more hurt by the names she was calling you. "What? How come? What have I done to deserve this treatment?", you asked, your expression a mixture of shock and offense. "Go ask that to Yubin", she answered harsly, almost spitting out her words. That sentence alone was enough to make your eyes roll back in annoyance. "Oh my God, don't tell me you are making such a mess just because I had a friendly date with Yubin", you groaned, facepalming now that the whole situation was becoming more clear. "Friendly my ass! You don't sleep with your friends", she burst out, throwing her pillow at you. Luckily you were fast in catching it. "She came in my room in the middle of the night, totally scared because of a nightmare, what was I supposed to do? Send her back?", you scoffed at her accusal, now she was being irrational. On the other hand your explanation made sense to the oldest girl, but still it didn't sit right with her. "Sure, like if she has not roommates to go for these cases. And she's not already 19 or something? What are you? Her babysitter?", she attacked once more, her most immature side slowly crawling out. "Don't talk like that about Yubin, you are leader, you should protect her, not mock her. Furthermore everyone has its own shits to deal with, so stop judging", you were quick to block her tantrum, scolding her as rarely you did in your time as her manager. "You're right, it's not her fault, it's yours: after all why don't invite her to a romantic date after sleeping together?", her tone full of sarcasm was really hitting your nerves at that point. "Oh, you're being ridiculous right now. I went out with her just because you were not home", you gritted her teeth, once more having to explain obvious stuff to her. "What...no, you're lying...", she puts her hands together, conflicted about believing you or not. "I'm not! Otherwise why would I have called you three times this morning?", you gave her the final proof of your innocence, making all the wrong thoughts about you crumble at once. There was nothing more to add, only silence remained in the room.

You skipped dinner, you were no hungry at all after that absurd fight. You were on your bed, brooding about if you had done the right thing. Were you too tough? Maybe you could have handled the situation in a different way or time. But no, you had to sort it out quickly, the following day the girls would have had a schedule, there was no time for any problem. You surely didn't expect the deal to be you interacting with a member. Sure, it could have been misunderstandable, but Yooyeon had disproportionate reaction. Like, you didn't want to deny the reality: you and Yoo had something going on. The problem is that you didn't know what that something was. It was this weird dynamic of slow-burning attentions and small gestures that didn't lead to absolute nothing in the past months...and yet, both of you felt attached to each other, at this point for Yoo maybe it was something more. But even if you really made a move with Yubin, could the other girl blame you? There was nothing concrete: not a kiss, not an affectionate moment, not even a date. What was she mad about? Sure, after Yooyeon made you notice, also Yubin bevahior was weird lately...

Knock knock. "Manager, can I come in?", speaking of the devil... Different person, different time, same words: the fate is such a fascinating thing, but you couldn't know that. "No, I prefer to stay alone at the moment", you replied, but your words were ignored. Despite those, Yubin came through anyway; she was wearing her night clothes and had a sleepy look on her face. "I know this is a wrong moment, but can I sleep here again?", she asked with nonchalance, sitting really close to you on the bed. "I don't think it's appropriate, Yubin", you tried to act professional in front of her but the girl could easily read your feelings. "Is this because of what Yooyeon unnie said about me?", she blurted out, now she was more awake than ever. "Did you hear us?", you sighed, scratching your neck embarassed. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but honestly almost any member could hear you two because of how loud you were being", she confessed, shrugging that weight from her shoulder. Shit, another problem to solve the following day, but in that moment you had other to think about. "Don't be angry to your unnie, I'm sure she didn't mean to be rude or anything, she was just mad...", you tried to reassure her, but actually there was no need of that. "Oh, I'm not angry at all. Honestly if I was here, I would also be mad at me", she said that with such a calm that you couldn't help to be puzzled. "W-what...what do you mean by that?", your eyebrows furrowed and you start to sweat, already knowing what she had in her mind. "Did you notice any changement in me lately? Did you not realize I'm being more...affectionate lately?", she tilted her head, her body moving closer to yours. "I mean...y-yeah, I've noticed that, of course, it was hard to not get that...but I thought it was we were becoming friends?", you proposed this explanation, but even you were not believing to this version, your nervous stuttering the proof of that. "Friends? I'm not interested in that shit", she scoffed, before moving to sit in your lap, her arms around your neck. "Yubin, I don't think this is approp-", you tried to stop her in extremis, a last chance to not mess up everything; however your attempt was easily canceled by the girls lips, meeting yours in a stolen kiss, that gave butterflies in each other stomach. For the first time that day, everything, any problem, any troble, any doubt just vanished: it was just you, Yubin, her soft lips and her arms pulling you closer.

Once someone really wise said that life is all about timing. Nothing more true. Yubin was faster to show her interest, to confess her feelins, to make you hers. Sadly it was not the case of Yooyeon, that was slow, too slow in every field, too scared of her own feeling to act up. And even after your fight, a sort of final warning, she was still late. Few minutes made the difference between being the one claiming you and the reality: standing behind your door, an hand silencing her disperate sobs, regretting any chance she wasted as a fool.

[astralnymphh]

okay hear me out right… horndog!farmellie thats so incredibly horny that she cums untouched in her boxers from you kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples 🤫

ughhh the usual horndog!ellie !! always so sensitive when the tables turn n she gets pleasured ౨ৎ MDNI !! very lovey dovey

setting the scene, night time, both of you reclined supine into the cushy nature of your bed, crafting a little gully in the mattress with your combined weight. a thin sheet wisped over the curvature of your bodies, rippling the material perfectly across your thighs– neglecting the toss so it leaves your loins and torso exposed to tottering candlelight, every groove highlighted and cast in umbrage, she looked of a delectable nature, lying flat to your raised–elbow poise. your index, soft as a plume, rides the fleshy rise of her bare breast and merry–go–rounds her bumpy nipple. she seizes up a breath, indenting the skin between her ribs lightly, mouthing, "fuck.." at the sensations. on the contrary, she'd be the one rousing every bit of your body to her relentless touch– but not tonight. in these little hours, these little, loveable hours, her flesh and bone would rather lie rot to your touch, an all–consuming caress. beryl eyes move to and fro, shimmy side to side, trailing after your encircling fingertips. then, her pupils dart, and find sightly purchase on your lips. how they curve, and flush a streak of pigment when you bite down with those pretty teeth of yours. a shared idea seems to floodlight the dark cavern of both your heads because as soon as a gasp flows down her gullet, it catches. hitched, like a mouse in a trap. your mouth hollows over her perked nipple, suctioning the flimsy nub between squeezing lips. every interval, you suck, wrinkle your lips to a pucker, and pop with a wet smack. it tasted of nothing but skin, and that wasn't an issue. the natural tang of skin was enough for you, and a lot for her. a coil begins to slink tighter and tighter, tickling the lubricous, aroused walls of her vagina. the irk a throbbing clit brings, comprised decuple the volume of sting it ordinarily would. for that sting, she clenches, like a string had attempted to flip her cunt inside out, drawing wads of frothy clear precum to dribble cold along her perineum, and far between the vale of her ass. the chopped whinnies of els' pitching suffrage all but clogged your skull, egging you on as those little noises stain your susceptible impulses, especially, certain words of,

"fuckkk you, god–",

"don't be gentle, fuck, please..",

"you' trynna make me ruin m'boxers? mhh–",

to be gentle with her was an anathema. she harbored a love–hate relationship with tender touches. the time it takes to tilt your partner over a climax cliff with teasey–tricks, renders it slow and painful, painfully gratifying. a cold thumb tamps her opposing nipple down, flopping the bundle of skin on all sides. that move? oh, that move was a curse, in fact. the time given, she tilts that blurred line between a rising climax and wetting up her boxers like a spout. and so, she cracks. "uhhn– fuckfuckfuck, mh!" she squeaks, pushing her shaken thighs harsh into the spongy bed as she cums. a gush of sticky warmth runs past her tremoring hole in lacy serum ejections, simmering a dark–hued splotch, taking a heartly shape on the plateau of her boxers, inseam tightening her fat pussy lips apart. a leak of it dribbles downward and makes merry with her smushed asscrack, smearing skin as she wriggles. you coo, "hmm, so sensitive– are we pretty girl?" as your lips drag off her suffused, swollen nipple, glistening with your bubbly saliva. a grunt grizzles in her chest, prior to her gripe of, "d–don't, call me that.." cause nuh–uh, she's 'spose to call youuu that. you chuckle, lips curling nasal creases, "hah– okay, how 'bout handsome girl?" and she just tosses her eyes off bounds, partaking her focus in the dramatic swell and heave her chest breathes, too embarrassed to gaze upon you. a smack of your lips, a rise of your body, and a stuffing of your head to her cuddled neck gets her talking again, wincing at the sanguine bite left in your rein of loving torture. one last gasp, she shudders, "f–ffuck, swear to god,"

"you make me crazy babe."

[actual-changeling]

happy endings? boring. more like "hey you completely destroyed my trust in you and there is a part of it that will never ever return but this is as good as it will get and we're content" happy endings. aka my abandonment issues wrote a fic

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It's not like he had a timeline in mind when they moved to the South Downs together. 

To be honest, he hadn't given it much thought at all, caught up in the adrenaline rush of finally securing the no-longer-fragile, peaceful existence he had been working towards for centuries. They settled into a comfortable routine, their recent past not being left untouched but rather unravelled incredibly slowly, bit by bit, and within a few months, the suffocating weight at the bottom of his lungs began to lift.

Crowley could breathe again, and that alone was exhilarating enough to delay that particular train of thought for another couple of weeks. After that, it crept up on him like a warm winter, rain seeping into the ground and freezing it up, so gradually he only noticed it once it reached the surface.

Fear.

No longer jagged shards of broken glass cutting into his palms, but soft, pliable, fitted to the curve of his mouth and the space between his fingers. A gentle squeeze around his heart whenever Aziraphale went out on his own, whenever he was out of Crowley's sight for more than an hour, when the silence grew heavier as the shadows expanded and even damp soil and fresh sprouts could not distract him any longer.

He won't come back this time, a soothing voice in the back of his mind would remark.

I'm sorry.

The same voice that had carried him through years of soul-crushing loneliness picked up all the pieces he dropped along the way, glueing them back into place. He trusts that voice more than he trusts Aziraphale Crowley realised when he was once again pacing the living room, waiting for him to come back.

(Ten large steps from the window to the doorway. Seven between the other two walls. He only starts getting dizzy after twenty minutes, which is when he switches to the bordering hallway; twelve steps to cover the entire span. The kitchen after that—six long steps.)

That is when he began an entirely different kind of waiting.

Continuing to exist without Aziraphale around became easier, and within a handful of months, he could keep reworking the flower beds or take a nap without being seized by inescapable dread.

That primal, familiar fear remained.

Fear that one day Aziraphale will walk out the front door and not come back. Fear that he will look at Crowley with subtle disdain in his eyes again, the word 'demon' hidden away underneath his tongue. Fear that he will ask him for something he refuses to give up and walk away the second he hears his answer.

Fear, soft but constant, permafrost covering their garden, crunching with every step.

Crowley considers simply asking Aziraphale if he is going to leave him again, but it seems too dangerous, asking. Questions have never brought him particularly nice results, after all, and there is the very same fear throwing its shadow over it. Asking might upset him, might cause him to leave, so he doesn't.

Time passes, Aziraphale stays, and they are as happy as they could possibly be, living and loving to their hearts' content, yet he never stops waiting.

Around the time they reach the tenth year of having moved to the South Downs, Crowley watches him button up his coat from the sofa, the television running quietly in the background. Grocery shopping, as Aziraphale said—one of the things he insisted on doing the human way. 

"Back in an hour," he promises, coming over to press a goodbye kiss to his temple.

His lips are warm, barely lingering as he straightens again.

"Mhh, see ya' angel."

When Aziraphale pulls the door shut behind himself, Crowley exhales sharply, picking up a pillow to press against his chest as he keeps watching. The pressure quiets the voice humming in his mind, and he won't keep his gaze trained to the clock or walk paths he knows with his eyes shut until he hears the front door opening again, but even now— 

even now, he is still afraid.

A layer of white on the grass that has not receded a single millimetre in all this time, and he has grown used to it, would miss it if it were to suddenly thaw.

Crowley knows the frost won't melt, and his fear won't fade.

He doubts it ever will, and when he watches Aziraphale place his shoes by the front door, his coat on the closest hook, he realises he no longer wants it to.

Maybe one day he will need it to hold himself together again.

[peachywritess]

happiness looks good on you ー knj

☁️ genre: long-term lovers, estabilished relationship, fluff, kind of domestic!au, namjoon being a supportive husband.

☁️ pairings: husband!kim namjoon x artist!female!reader

☁️ warnings: there aren't any, just joonie being husband material, use of pet names such as jagiya, baby, love.

☁️ word count: 1,7k

☁️ author's note: just a small little thing i had in mind, not my best but i really liked writing this, i hope you like it bubs!!<3

Feedbacks are welcomed !

The brush plopped into the water jar, and a few drops of coloured liquid spilt on the wooden surface. Some ended up on your phone which lit up, the lock screen displaying your favourite picture: you and Namjoon holding a white teddy bear he had won at an amusement park. You remembered that day clearly: it was your first anniversary.

You had captured the moment with a polaroid camera Namjoon had bought as a gift, and you still hadn’t figured out how it worked so the shot came out far too bright. However, looking at that picture years later still brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia: you were both so young, inexperienced, and still seeking to understand each other. Seven years had passed since that day, and so many things had happened: your trip to Bali, rescuing two calico cats and naming them Zelda and Esme, your tour of Europe, and then your marriage.

Your house was full of memories and pictures from your numerous adventures like the one in the Italian Alps where you were too scared to cross a suspended bridge, and Namjoon had to carry you for more than a mile. Or the one in the french Blue Coast when he had mistaken tanning oil for sunscreen so you both had pretty bad sunburns for the entire week.

“I told you to buy sunscreen, Joonie - sunscreen!”

“It is! See, huile de bronzage.” He had panicked showing you the little brown bottle.

“It literally means tanning oil, Namjoon Kim!”

A smile shone on your lips ー reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had made together. You missed his buzz cut, and how his short hair used to tingle your palms: when you were younger, Namjoon let you dye it in different colours. One time, you had opted for pretty pink flowers, and the dye had stayed on for months.

You loved that he couldn't give a damn about other people's judgement - in fact - he would always brag to his hyungs how talented his girlfriend was. Surely, he would let you know.

"Jagiya, you are so talented. Please dye my hair forever!"

You had majored in arts whereas Namjoon had chosen to open up a travel agency. Initially, it was not easy for either of you: you had only each other's support and getting through the month was always difficult.

Namjoon stayed out late to advertise his shop, but despite this he would always stay up all night watching you finalise one of your paintings, making sure to bring you a glass of water about every half hour because "it's important to stay hydrated when you are working hard."

He would try his best to stay awake by telling you about his day, showering you with compliments and then attempting to analyse what you were painting. You would quietly listen to him, some mhmh's and mhh's in response and occasionally interrupt his chatter to tell him to get some rest. Yet each time he reiterated the same phrase: 'I'll stay awake as long as you do, love'.

And so within minutes he would fall asleep on the couch and you would bring a blanket and a pillow for him to be comfortable.

But now, his hair had grown out and you had practically lost the sparks you usually felt when you painted. Finishing a canvas was now something you had to do - and really didn't enjoy at all.

“You have one month, Y/N. Then I will shred the contract to pieces, understood?”

You listened in silence as your boss complained over the phone, her voice a few octaves higher.

“I mean, what happened to you? Do you think I pay lazy and unmotivated people? Our company seeks talent and commitment, and I’m afraid you no longer have any of these requirements.”

You sharply inhaled pinching the bridge of your nose, back resting against the chair as Namjoon stood right behind you, he too in silence. His hands were placed on your shoulders, which he stroked softly.

“I understand, Mrs Han. I am working on a piece at the moment, and I swear that it will be done in less than a month-” 

You took all of your courage to speak - that woman truly scared you. Ms Han was the director of the agency you worked for, whose aim was to sell artwork at a premium price. She was a fifty-year-old woman with a passion for belittling her employees and underpaying them.

“No more promises, I don’t care. I just want that piece at the end of this month.” She interrupted you, and you sighed.

Just know that this is your last chance.”

And just like that she hung up, leaving you lost in a limbo of disbelief and terror: you could not afford to lose this job. 

Yes, it probably wasn't the best job on the planet, but you hadn't yet realised your dream of opening your own atelier, and this company - although not particularly ethical - was a sure ticket to gaining a small amount of notoriety in the industry.

“Wow, what a bitch.” Namjoon proclaimed breaking the silence and bringing a small smile to your lips. 

“Damn right she is.”

You groaned, squinting your eyes shut, before running your hands down your face - in a gesture of sheer exasperation. “I could end her whole career if I wanted to.”

“Then do that, baby. You have nothing to lose, she does.”

You let your head fall back, resting it on the chair, finally meeting your boyfriend's gaze. He was smiling, and his dimples looked so adorable you wanted to squeeze his cheeks.

“Um, probably my job, Joonie?”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.”

Namjoon leaned forward until you were close enough to look directly into his eyes, then left a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, savouring that brief moment of tranquillity. His attention then shifted to the canvas in front of you - a few lines of red paint already starting to dry up - and observed it thoroughly without saying a word.

"Do you remember when you accepted the job offer?" He questioned.

"Mhmh, what about it?"

"And do you also remember what you told me?"

You bit your lower lip, scratching your chin with your index finger.

You had said a million, no, a billion things to Namjoon before you signed that contract.

"Um, wish me luck?" You said in a slightly questioning tone, and your husband facepalmed.

With a swift movement, he turned the chair you were sitting on allowing you to look him directly in the eyes. That gesture made you blush and you stared at him with doe eyes.

"No, jagi, not the correct answer." He tilted his head, soft jet-black locks brushing his forehead. "You promised me you wouldn't let them change you."

You were struggling, and that broke his heart.

Namjoon knew you were desperately trying to paint something, anything that would please your boss. He had examined the shift in your brushstrokes from time to time, and they didn’t seem to belong to you. They were abrupt and quick, whereas you always directed them with gentle movements.

He was not seeing you on that canvas, instead, he was seeing a version you had been forced to become.

"Is it worth it, love? Do you want to become a machine for them to make more money?"

You sighed. He was right ー Namjoon was so right.

You had completely forgotten how it felt to make art, you had forgotten how it felt to be free. You had submitted to their rules because they had made empty promises from the start and you had believed them.

Namjoon crouched down, resting his hands on your knees. In that position, the light coming from the window illuminated his face as you gazed at him with pure admiration. He was glowing.

His brown eyes seemed to light up, turning a honey-like amber colour.

"Joonie..." You murmured as your hands gently grabbed his. "I can't lose this job, I just cannot."

"Y/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?"

His thumbs softly rubbed the back of your hands, something he always did to comfort you. As he stroked he gently drew imaginary shapes like circles, flowers or hearts.

You hummed in response locking eyes with him.

"That's why I want the best for you. I want you to be happy because I can't bear the thought of you ever suffering. And what I truly wish for, is for you to find your love for art again, and-"

"Baby..."

"I don't want you to feel obligated because I swear to you Y/N, I will always support you no matter what," he then grabbed both your hands in his, and brought them to his lips. "but I wish you just left this job."

You smiled when Namjoon placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Despite all these years, he had never changed: he was still the same old romantic and you couldn't complain.

"I know, Joonie, but what if I can't find anything? What if... I don't make enough money to open the atelier?"

Namjoon lightly squeezed your hands, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand cupped your cheek, delicately caressing it.

"Jagiya, you are the most talented woman I've ever known, and you can do whatever you wish to do. You inspire me every day."

"I wouldn't even know where to start." You relaxed in his touch, letting out a breath.

The warmth of his hand unexpectedly left your cheek, and that's when you saw him searching for something in the pocket of his jeans.

"Perhaps, you could start with these."

You blinked quickly observing the object your husband was holding before your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why he was showing you a pair of rusty keys.

Then, a wave of realisation hit you.

Namjoon immediately noticed your eyes turning glazy and your mouth opening slightly in an expression of pure wonder. You grabbed the keys with trembling hands and clutched them to your chest, heart racing.

"The place is a bit run down, but I am sure that in a few months, we will manage to make it perfect."

Without wasting a second you threw your arms around his neck, and tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You couldn't believe it: your dream had just come true.

"I love you so much, Joon, I- I can't believe it. I love you!"

Namjoon stroked your hair, unable to resist tearing up with you, holding you close to him. At that moment, all he wished was for time to stand still and remain like that forever.

"I love you too, princess."

Happiness looked so good on you.

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[lizzieislife94x]

Don't Ever Say Thats (w.m)

Requested <3

WandaG!PxFem Reader

TW: kinda self hate, hating appearance ect just incase anyone is triggered by this.

Y/ns POV: 

I stand infront of the mirror naked freshly showered as I can't stand the sight infront of me I hate my body, I poke at my stomach and giggle looking at my thighs with a sigh before grabbing an over sized tee and shorts pulling them on walking out into the livingroom "hey baby" I say with a smile as I lean down and kiss my girlfriend climbing into her lap instantly feeling safe and secure I cuddle into her neck as she rubs my back soothingly "hey beautiful are you ok did you have a nice shower" I nod into her neck enjoying the way her fingers run up and down back "mhhh nap and back tickles please" I whisper against her neck as she holds onto my ass standing up with me in her arms causing me to giggle "anything for my babygirl" she says with a huge smile as I look into her eyes "fuck I love you" I say biting my lip to contain my smile she places me onto the bed as I lean up grabbing her top pulling her down ontop of me "I love you too baby so fucking much" and with that I kiss her passionately as she moves her position making me moan Into her mouth as I feel her clothed dick rest against my clothed core she smirks against my lips as she whispers "behave honey back tickles and naps remember" I giggle and as she rolls over off of me and I quickly take my tee off as I do I catch myself in the mirror and cringe before quickly turning on my stomach exposing my back to wanda she starts to tickle my back as her eyes take me in I sigh content as my eyes close and I fall into a comfortable sleep as she tickles my back. 

3 hours later

I woke up with wanda cuddling into my naked chest her face buried into my boobs I giggle and play with her hair as I look down admiring her she always ends up sleeping with her face in my boobs and the fact it makes her feel safe and content makes my heart glow she slowly stirs awake not moving from her position "mhh boobies" she hums as she places a gentle kiss on my right boob making me giggle "you wake up in my boobs all the time every morning or even if its a nap its nothing new baby" she looks up at me still not moving "but it's my favourite thing I love waking up here it makes me feel safe plus I can hear your heart beating so it calms me" I gently cup her cheek as my smile grows looking at the women of my dreams "fuck I gotta pee" she groans I push her gently to get up as I laugh she gets up and walks to the bathroom my eyes run over her half naked body as I bite my lip mmh she's perfect I get up and walk to the mirror looking at my body again I push my shorts down and turn to look at my ass and hate what I see "what are you doing honey" wandas sweet voice hits my ears I don't look up as I continue judging myself "looking at my disgusting body its gross"

I say sadly as wanda walks behind me she runs her hands up my body as I lean back into her "you are perfect your body is perfect, say it" I shake my head looking down as her hands brush over my boobs making my nipples harden "I can't say it because it's not true" she starts to kiss my neck before biting making me moan "oh my sweet baby don't ever say that youre fucking perfectly perfect your body is fucking sexy I love everything about you, I think I should fuck you right here right now and make you watch as I show you how perfect you are" I moan and slowly grind my ass into her hardening cock "mmmh fuck baby ok" I moan as she smirks pinching both my nipples at the same time as I let out a squeal of pleasure she slides her hands down my body pushing my panties down "mmh so fucking beautiful baby" her eyes drinking in every inch of my body I bite my lip looking into her eyes through the mirror "get rid of the boxers baby I need to feel you, please fuck me daddy" she moans and quickly discards her boxers once they're gone she steps closer her dick pressing into my ass as she pushes me forward bending me over "babygirl your eyes stay open the full time I want you to watch as I fuck your pretty little cunt ok" I moan as I feel her tip rubbing my dripping entrance "please daddy" I beg as I watch both of us in the mirror as she pushes her dick inside me slowly the feeling of her stretching my cunt making me moan louder "fuck baby I wish you could see what I see and see how beautiful it is" I close my eyes moaning "eyes open slut I want you to watch as I pound your little cunt I want you to see how fucking incredibly beautiful you are" I open my eyes staring at myself as she pounds into my cunt at a bruising force my tits bouncing in time with her thrusts and for some reason it's turning me on so fucking much "yes oh fuck yes oh god daddy right fucking there don't stop" I scream as her hand comes to my throat squeezing perfectly "mmmh fuck my little slut likes that huh you like it when I pound your little cunt raw" I nod as words fail me my legs trembling as she repeatedly hits my gspot I swear she knows my body more than I do "oh fuck baby your so fucking beautiful I'm the luckiest girl in the world youre perfect and I love you" she moans into my ear fuck I love this woman "mmmh fuck baby I love you too" I moan as I feel her thrusts getting sloppy letting me know she's close "daddy please fuck me please fill my unprotected cunt make me yours forever" I groan feeling my own orgasm snapping sending me wild as my legs shake and screams leave my lips I look into wandas eyes through the mirror her gorgeous green eyes black with lust as her hips snap faster hitting deeper inside me she picks up her pace and after a minute I feel her cumming deep inside me as she wraps her arms around me pulling me close to her holding me up as shes shooting her load it sends me over the edge again, she stays deep inside me for a few minutes until our orgasm calm before she slides out causing me to groan "fuck baby your so fucking perfect and ill tell you every day so you believe it" she says carrying me to the bed as I blush and smile pulling her down so we're cuddling "I love you" I whisperas we spend the whole day in bed cuddling watching movies talking andlaughing making sweet memories together.

AN: ill get a few of the requests out today I know I was supposed to do it yesterday but bc we booked a holiday me and my friends ended up going out to get holiday clothes and stuff so I'll get them done today 😊 I hope you enjoy it all feedback is welcome and I hope your all having a great day/night 😘 word count is 1.3k 

[chuuyas-rightarm]

I’m bored, so here, have smut of Atsushi x AFAB!NB Reader :)

(He’s in heat btw 🤭)

Atsushi grunted and growled in a low voice as he rammed himself in your pussy repeatedly, nibbling on your neck and purring as he heard your lewd moans increase in noise as he sped up more. You two had been going at it for hours and Atsushi wasn’t nearly done.

“Ngh, fuck, so good… So good for me baby.” He grunted out as he felt you nearing your next high.

His breathing became tagged and heavy, holding onto your hips tightly as he fucked you, becoming increasingly desperate for one of you to cum. He grunted as you showed no signs of cumming just yet so he lifted both your legs up, making them right next to your head. He stopped to admire your position for a moment which got him even more riled up than his heat did already. Stupid tiger stamina… He grinned and began fucking your pussy deeper, reaching places you didn’t even think was possible for anyone to reach, but by god did it feel amazing and Atsushi made sure of it. He increased his speed and how hard he was going, so desperate to make you cum all over his dick, so desperate for you to moan out and he finally did it. You moaned louder than you had been and came all over his dick. Of course this wasn’t the end of it, Atsushi just couldn’t help but admire the sight, and this just got him so much more riled up. He held you close in the same position, going harder and faster than previously, groaning and grunting in your ear.

“Fuck fuck… Yes.. S’good.. Gonna breed the shit out of you darling..” He grunted in your ear and it caught you off guard for a moment due to how vulgar he was being, he never usually was, but in all fairness, he was in heat so there wasn’t much you could do about it other than let him go ham.

“Gonna give you my cubs baby… ngh, fuck fuck, yes.. gonna breed you so good, g’nna mh- gonna give you m’cubs- ngh, oh so good, so tight for me.. mmh” he grunted and groaned in your ear, biting at your neck, leaving even more marks with his fangs than he already had, also leaving hickeys all across your body, mainly on your neck and thighs. He got even faster as his breathing got heavier and more ragged, now properly growling in your ears before eventually lifting his head and looking directly into your eyes as he fucked you.

“Look at you, Mhh- So- s’good.. So pretty, doin’ so good for me mmh”

The sound of your moans and skin slapping was like music to Atsushi’s ears, a wonderful melody. He held your jaw with one of his hands and squished your cheeks a little with his index finger and his thumb

“Such a good angel for me mmh-“ Atsushi continued to pick up his pace.

“Oh yeah- Mhh- g’nna breed you so well- so much- gonna give you my cubs baby mmh, ngh” Despite not having any part of the tiger out that wasn’t usually there, Atsushi’s nails were more like claws, just less sharp and by god did he want you to feel them when he held onto your hips, hitting your g spot every time as he plowed his cock deep into your pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuck- s’close.. gonna give you my seed.. ngh, gonna give you all of it mmh”

Atsushi held you close and tight as his movements got sloppier before eventually he was fucking his cum deep into your pussy, so much so that it was already dripping with it, along with that you had came almost at the same time as him moaning out extremely loud as he made sure his cum was buried inside you. He softly pressed kisses all across your face.

“Did so good, so well.. took my dick beautifully… so good for me..”

His breathing slowed down slightly, you knew he would still absolutely be in heat tomorrow but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Gonna- mmh.. gonna stay inside, ‘Kay?”

“Mmh.. yes.. m.. stay inside..”

You both eventually calmed down before deciding to go to sleep, cleaning up would be annoying to do right now for both of you and Atsushi absolutely did not want to do so much as pull out so taking a nap was a good idea.

Hiii- Hope y’all enjoyed 🫣🤭 Anyways- y’all will get your next headcanons tomorrow 😁😚

Bye bye for now!

[hwajin]

#! — ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ | hhj

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, angst

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: fem!reader x hyunjin

ᴡᴄ: 1.8k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: oral sex (fem receiving), unresolved/ unspoken feelings, hyunjins a simp 🤭 had this idea before love untold was released and it turned to be a whole different vibe but hope you enjoy <33

"I gotta go..."

Your words were muffled, spoken lazily against Hyunjin's lips, against lips that never seemed to ease, that never seemed to get enough of you, your taste.

"Mhh..., stay a bit."

Hyunjin broke the kiss only to whisper an answer, and his tongue interlaced with yours right after, for the nth time this night. You'd expected him to say that - he always tried to procrastinate the moment of seperation. Never seemed to want you out of his bed.

It weren't just his lips that were restless. His hands roamed your body beneath the duvets, reminding you in more than one way that he wanted you to be with him, that he needed you beside him, that he yet didn't get enough of you around him. With Hyunjin; you weren't sure if it was simply pleasure that he was seeking. With Hyunjin; it always felt more than it should feel, but maybe that was his persona. Always affectionate and his heart on his sleeve. Or maybe there was more to his seemingly fragile heart, more that he hid off before you.

"I can't... this isnt what we agreed on."

You'd lie saying you didn't enjoy it. Lie if you said you were desperate to get up and go home, lie if you said that his soft spoken words, only whispered in the dim of the room, that his hands longing for your body left you cold. But it wasn't, in fact, what you had agreed on. And if you stayed any longer, another hour or two, your feelings would cause damage you feared to be irreversible.

"Hmm... what have we agreed on, baby?"

That word - baby, so simple, yet a nickname - was one of the things you had agreed on not to do. And you knew that he knew. It was the rule all pairs made when a friendship developed into one of physical nature. To say that forbidding feelings was easy though, it'd be a lie. Because somehow the lingering touches Hyunjin left on your skin, the ones that burned like fire whenever you stepped out of his place and into the cold were hard to ignore, and the remaining smell you left in his sheets a reminder of what could be, and what currently is. Because somehow you wanted to please not only your body but your mind, everyone did. And somehow Hyunjin seemed like the perfect choice, though he was the only one your heart was supposed to be immune against.

"I need to remind you? What we agreed on?"

You didn't. He didn't need reminding, yet he'd ask you to nevertheless, because somehow you knew that his heart, supposed to be immune against you, wasn't either after all. Always teased for more. Always crossed another boundary the two of you had set. As friends that fucked, not as a pair that loved.

"Mhmm... remind me."

His voice was dark, soft, sending a shiver right up the bones of your spine. He was intoxicating, the way his body felt close to yours, how your limbs were entangled in a way it was too much already, if you were tedious. You've crossed every boundaries at this point, breaking your own rules. Rules to protect your hearts, rules that took a toll on them eventually. And Hyunjin started kissing down your body, changed his position to hover over you, movement but he did it so swiftly that you almost missed the moment he was atop you. Face in your neck. Hands on your hips. Breath against your skin, hot, urging for more.

"We said we won't be doing couple stuff... remember?"

He did remember, you knew, very well so. You also knew well that none of you really cared much anymore, not for the rule, nor for breaking it. Yet none of you wanted to admit. Was brave enough to, so you continued walking in the dark, continued questioning if it was ever okay to want more. To have Hyunjin fully. His lips further down your throat, grazing the thin layer of skin. Feeling your pulse for a moment, smirking at the speed of it. Hands on yoru thighs now, not missing a chance to linger.

"You staying the night isn't couple stuff.", a short break, as if he's collecting his words, "We'd be having sex. That's very friends with benefits to me."

He said the title with disgust, almost, as though forgetting he was the one who came up with the idea. Arguing it was a good one. Arguing it would give the both of you what you wanted, needed. Maybe it had started back then. Maybe all rules of the world would have been futile from that very moment, because Hyunjin had known he had broken them all already, when he had spoken out the words. Because maybe his heart had been set on you long before, and maybe yours was bound to him as well. Without your knowing, in full secret. Yet bound.

Hyunjin's lips never ceased to leave your skin. Only parting to speak, and even then his breath felt hot on you, marked you in places only he got to see, he got to touch, kiss, bite down on. His teeth grazed into the plush of your breasts, shortly, quickly, as though only dipping his toes into the whole of you - despite having had you fully not hours ago. You sucked in your breath, the wet of his mouth when he bit left over a patch of cold on your burning skin. He eyed your moves through the black of his lashes, yet your lids were closed. You'd fall too deep if you locked gazes with him, you were sure of it. Because his eyes had a depth you couldn't possibly comprehend, couldn't understand. And it was too easy to get lost within it.

You couldn't audibly object his words - having sex, being called over only for sex, even if it lasted a whole night - it wasn't all too intimate, could easily be defined as two people seeking for pleasure only. If it wasn't Hyunjin, though, and if it wasn't you in his bed. Because in his moves, as he made his way further down your body, as he kept kissing the softness of your flesh - there was an intimacy too forbidden for the label you had put onto yourselves. There was no way denying it, and yet neither of you spoke it out aloud.

Instead you gasped, for air or for composure, you weren't all too sure. The reason didn't quite matter though, after all; not when Hyunjin's teeth grazed the sensitive of your skin, while his breath ignited a fire wherever it fanned your body, when his tongue dragged wetness across the naked of your lower tummy, until he teasingly kissed over the heat of your cunt. Gave kitten licks to your clit, not for your pleasure, but for his. Not to get you there, but to taste you on his tongue. Because Hyunjin thought it couldn't possibly get better than this; snugged in between your thighs, mouth full of you. It was addicting, made him want you in his bed for an eternity. And maybe it was more than sheer pleasure.

His tongue laid flat atop your slit, thick muscle lapping up your wetness, the sweet of your arousal. Humming against you as he did, sending delicious waves up the bones of your spine. You felt him all over you, yet it could never be enough, you thought. Your head was spinning at that point. Not forming coherent thoughts, only focus on the way Hyunjin's tongue made you feel - good wasn't a big enough word for it. Harsher growing licks and your knuckles drew white from the intensity of grabbing the sheets beneath you, and a pool of sweet anticipation flooded your guts - you were so close it hurt, and easing of the pain would be possible only by shoving Hyunjin's face further, deeper into your pussy. So your fingers found the softness of his locks, the mess of his strands that he hadn't tamed since morning and you pulled, arching your back simultaneously; anything to have him nearer.

The man's reaction was nothing if not primal; a groan past his throat, a rut of his hips against the mattress that never would ease him off - not the way you could, anyways -, a caging arm around your thigh, if holding you down or for his own stability, it was unsure. His tongue ever moving, up and down, side to side; anything to get you nearer.

The slick on Hyunjin's skin was uncomfortable, the residue of precum dampening the long dirty sheets beneath him. It was nasty, filthy. You had spent hours upon hours in his room, his bed, without leaving it; the substances that soaked into the material were unholy, as was the smell that was a stark reminder of the things you've been doing since you first waddled past the door. But Hyunjin was obsessed with it, loved it every bit. Loved having you like this, loved you had him like this, that you were reluctant to leave after all. Loved how your legs as though contracted in waves of elictricity, shuddered with every other lick Hyunjin gave to your slit, your clit, with every messy kiss he planted on the plush of your thighs. Until your back threw back on the cushion, and his bruised lips were covered in creamy slick that dribbled down his chin; not that it bothered him, he kept going, cleaned you up with what he had, lapped up your orgasm as much as he could. You were shaking still, squirming in his hold, broken moans a sign of how he made you feel - it was always more than just an ego boost, to know he got you to a state of mindlessness.

And the urge to kiss you was unbearable, to merge mouths and make you taste yourself on his tongue; but he didn't, for it would make him lose. Control and composure, any bit of self respect he had left, when the matter was you. So he brought the back of his hands up his lips, wiped once to get your taste off him. And he laid beside your spent figure, chest heaving up and down, eyes closed. And the only thing Hyunjin could do was hope. That you'd change your mind and stay, for hours more, til the sun rose up. That you'd change your mind altogether, when it came to him; so days like this wouldn't feel lonely at heart, so nights where you did end up leaving wouldn't come with a fear to never have you again, not in intimacy. That nights where you did stay wouldn't be ripe with regret, that eventually, there wouldn't be any boundaries the pair of you could break.

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[livelaughlaw3]

An absent Captain

TW : pain, panic attack, sadness, sickness, injuries, fluffy <3333

You are with Shanks in this story. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Several events have meant that he has already postponed his departure several times. At the beginning of the week, you landed on a new island. The crew naturally wanted to enjoy the landscape and the island women at the same time. Your Captain went out with them for a few hours and then was too bored without you who had stayed on the ship to take a nap. Opening the door to your room, he finds you on the floor. Kneeling and half lying on your side, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Y/N !!! Honey, what's going on ? Did you pass out ?”, you shake your head. You bite your lip as he places his hand between your shoulder blades. Without knowing it, he aggravated the pain to the point where it became unbearable. He is worried, kneeling too, stroking your head. “Don’t cry darling. Explain to me..”, you say with great difficulty that your back hurts. He removes his hand immediately and moves it up your arm gently. “Ohh.. sorry.. sorry.. I-I didn’t.. realize..”, he takes a breath. He asks you “What can I do to help you ? You can't stay on the ground already sweetheart.. Let me carry you..” You almost scream in tears that you're going to die if you move one millimeter. He answers you “So, in this position, is it better ?..” You shake your head, he looks at you attentively “Baby, then let me carry you.. If it’s going to hurt, you might as well be comfortable elsewhere.. ” You shake your head, he says to you “B-But.. and Hongo isn’t here.. I can’t.. leave you all alone.. to look for him.. Mhh come on, I’ll take you to the hospital..” You bite your lip, continuing to cry. “Did it come to you like that ? Did you move too fast or carry weight ?” You nod, he scolds you very gently “Y/N.. How many times should I tell you that you shouldn’t wear anything.”

You remain silent, he only hears your heavy breathing and your sniffles in response. He says to you “Okay, take a deep breath and then I’ll move you in one go.” You nod your head, anyway, you have no other solution. He brings you a towel, you bite it to avoid screaming. He places his hands on your waist, his thumbs holding your back, towards the small of your back. You breathe in, he says “Go.. 1, 2, 3.. Go.” He lifts you up, sitting you back up as he holds your forehead and your legs which he immediately folded towards your chest. Wow, the relief that gave you, this man is a God. “Are you feeling better, doll ?”, you nod. He presses his hand lightly on your forehead to rest your neck against his shoulder. You feel kisses peppering your neck, your jaw and your cheek. He then moves his hands down to your bent hips. He releases you as he runs to the infirmary to find some painkillers. Coming back with lots of medicine packs and a glass of water. You choose, while he holds your chin so as not to change position. You drink, he sits down on the ground, behind you. He waits almost an hour kissing your neck for the pill to finally work. He whispers to you “And now ? Has it diminished, treasure ?” You nod, he kisses you again. You add “At.. 50..%”, he sighs “It’s not there yet but I haven’t said my last word princess.” He gets up and runs again to get a belt, a heated bag and comes back. He sits down behind you again, lifts your t-shirt and places the pocket directly in the correct place. You breathe in relief, thanking him in every way you can.

“Ahaha.. You’re welcome, my lover..”, he pulls down your t-shirt. He tells you to take a deep breath as he buckles your belt, holding the pocket. He kisses you on the cheek and stays seated behind you. Oddly, you feel closer to him than usual. He tells you about the day to distract you and then after almost two hours, it gets better. He gets you up, holds your hands and lays you down very gently on his bed. Legs at the same time as the rest of the body to stay lying down. He covers you and sits next to your waist, as he wipes away your last tears. He caresses your cheek and says “There must be something wrong with my eyes..” Concerned, you answer him “Ah..?.. D-Don’t you see ?..” He smiles “YES. My eyes, I just can't tear them away from you. Don’t you have a solution, beauty ?” Before you can respond, he adds “I’m kidding my love, I don’t want a solution. I like to admire you. You're so pretty. Wooow you dazzle me, goddess.” You smile slightly at him, he chooses to talk about the chapter of his departure. “It’s just two days, really, maybe even a day and a half.” You nod, he continues “When I come back, we’ll catch up on everything, I promise.” You smile at him, he kisses you then caresses your cheek.

You hear the crew returning, he didn’t realize but the evening had started. You don't want to eat, so he lets you sleep and goes out after making sure you're really sleeping. He goes to eat, tells his doctor who tells him he did well.

He will sleep in your room so as not to move you and hurt you. He wakes up before you the next day, gets dressed and gets ready to leave. He can't wait much longer. Benn also got ready and is eating breakfast. Shanks still wants to wait until you wake up to say goodbye to you. He remained seated with his crew to whom he gave instructions. “Watch over her anyway… She is in no condition to defend herself today.” He gets up and Benn tells him that it's almost time. He opens your bedroom door to find you standing, pacing around in circles, shaking your hands. You seem so tormented. You didn't even realize he was there. You practically talk to yourself, trying to calm down. He walks cautiously towards you. You are pulled out of your anxiety attack by his deep but reassuring voice. “Hello love, is this your back again ?”, you shake your head. Tears roll down your cheeks, he hugs you gently. He kisses your neck and feels guilty for having to leave you in this state. He pulls back and sits on the bed. He gestures to you, holding out his hands to you, “Sweetheart, sit there.” You wipe your tears and sit with your back to him, against his chest, holding yourself on his lap. He touches your stomach and the other arm placed in front of your collarbone. “There you go beauty, breathe through your belly.” He leans your neck against his shoulder “Lie down, rest darling.” You get there, he asks you “Allow me ? Breathe until your chest touches the palm of my hand.” You succeed, he puts his hand near your breasts, you love that he asks your permission to touch you, even though you are together. Several minutes have passed. Your breathing stabilized, he smiled at you and said “I love you, you know that ?” You nod your head “M-Me… too..” He kisses your cheek, smiling, he whispers to you “You know when I first met you, I didn’t know yet how much, you would become too important to me. I'm strongly and sooo attached to you."

You smile slightly as he continues his kisses down your neck. He hears his right arm calling him, he sighs. He tells you “It’s time baby but.. if you don’t want to, I’ll stay.” You shake your head, choosing the option of maturity and responsible adult. The truth is, he was always the only one to calm you down, even before when he was just your Captain. He kisses you lots of times then you get up to let him get up too. He hugs you, rather possessively. He bites your neck, leaving marks on you that he admires. “That way, you will always have me with you. I love you." You nod your head then he pulls back and kisses you, passionately. He feels the urge to make love to you like hell. But he holds back, telling himself that he will make up for it when he gets home. He says goodbye to you, coming back several times after he’s already opened the door to kiss you. He holds your face “Annnw, this is such a horrible chore, that I have to leave.. princess..” You smile and tell him that you will wait patiently for him and that you love him too.

He leaves, winking at you and closing the door. You sit on the bed again. You try to repeat his words in your head over and over to calm yourself down. You shower, get dressed, clean the room and try to eat. You ate a few bites of the breakfast cake and vomited it all up. You will quickly throw away the bag that fortunately you had time to open and close. You wash the dishes and go sit on the deck, looking out to sea. The crew notices you but they don't want to suffocate you so they go about their business but Hongo and Lucky remain sitting on the deck. You stand watching the waves for almost three hours and then Lime brings you your plate of lunch.

You thank him, making another attempt to swallow something. You eat and it’s very good so it goes away on its own then you drink the glass of water in one go. You get up and go do everyone's dishes, despite the objections of the crew who advise you to go take a nap.

Unfortunately, you're going to spend these two days polishing the ship, cleaning everything, making food and provisions. Your panic attacks are too strong and you realize how addicted you are to your man. You literally can't live without him. You find yourself trying to stop thinking about him. Mission impossible, which creates new panic attacks. Longer, more intense and uncontrollable. The crew realizes this but their attempts to help you are in vain. There were just a few hours left before your darling returned, and you slipped on the wet floor. With the oven door down, you seriously injure your knee. You bite your tongue to keep from screaming but Lucky comes in at that moment. Terrified at the amount of blood you're losing, he thinks it's really bad. He doesn't even think about the fact that their Captain will be angry, but just the danger that you will lose the use of your leg. He shouts for Hongo to come as he picks you up, making you sit down. He wets paper and wipes then contains the blood with another towel. You're so calm, it worries him a little more. “Y/N ? How are you ?? It is very painful ? Or are you holding on ?” You are pulled from your thoughts by the voice of your doctor. You nod, he helps you walk to the infirmary and sits you down on the bed. He cleans, disinfects and even sutures the wound after putting you under local anesthesia, at your request.

He then bandages your leg, from your thigh to halfway up your calf. "How are you ? Not too tight ?”, you shake your head. He makes you drink painkillers and makes you sleep on the bed. He pulls up a chair and sits down to watch you, planning to pull an all-nighter. You stay for about an hour staring at the ceiling and then you insist on going back to your room, feeling a cold sweat under your t-shirt. Hongo tries as hard as he can to convince you, it doesn't work so you let him carry you to your bed. He lays you down, measures your temperature, realizes that the fever is starting. He stops you from covering yourself and places a cold towel on your forehead. He quickly explains to you, you close your eyes to sleep. He still has to take your blood pressure and temperature, almost every 20 minutes.

Shanks and Benn return three hours later. Welcomed by the crew, your Captain frowns. Strange, he doesn't think so, he thought you would be the first to run towards him. He says “Where is she ?” Lucky explains to him “She’s sick.” Shanks feels his heart tighten in his chest “Huh ?! B-But.. I told her to stay calm and not move." Lucky continues “Her ankle bent for no reason, she scraped her knee and thigh on the oven, so hard she can no longer walk. Hongo said at least several weeks and she started having a fever.. So she sleeps in his bed because she didn't want to sweat in yours, in her words." Shanks sighs “And Hongo is with her, watching her ?” Lucky nods, he sighs then also asks “And besides that ?” Lucky shakes his head “Honestly, Cap. She was bad. She had like thirty seizures a day, sometimes spaced just a few minutes apart and it was impossible to calm her down. She remained curled up in her room.” Shanks knocks on your door, you sleep, a cold towel on your forehead.

Your hands are loose, you are perfused and your right leg is completely bandaged. Hongo explains the same thing to him and wishes his Captain a safe return. He goes to eat, leaving your man sitting on your bed. He looks at you and his eyes start to fill with tears. He should never have left, he should have stayed. No good reason was enough to leave you. He doesn’t even try to wipe his tears and grabs your burning hand in his. He ends up wiping his tears, kissing you several times, hissing with the heat shock between the two of you. He goes to get another towel and wipes your face and your arms, your stomach. He looks at your leg, puts his hands in his hair, scratching his head hard, trying to suppress his guilt. He eats what Lucky brings him and Benn comes to see you to get some news too. Shanks goes to shower then places a mattress on the floor. He falls asleep and keeps this routine until you wake up several days later. You narrow your eyes, he was already sitting there looking at you. He opens his eyes wide “Hello beauty. You left me all alone and unhappy without you.. I missed you. How are you ?" You are happy, your darling is home. You shake your head. He sighs, placing his hand on the cold towel on your forehead. “I imagine doll.. Do you want to eat ?”, you shake your head too. He has to carry you, clean you etc, putting your arm with an IV behind his shoulder to help you walk and pee. For the shower, he did it for you in your bed. He helps you eat, you don't speak much, you ask him while he looks at you, still worried about you. “I-I.. c-can.. go out ? Or.. to-go.. i-into.. y-your.. r-room?..” He smiles “Why did you leave my room huh in the first place ?? Without my permission sweetheart ?? Grrr !!” He smiles and tells you that to go out, you'll have to wait. You pout slightly, he laughs “Come on my empress, a little more patience.” You also ask him if he is angry, he answers “No princess, I will never ever be angry with you, I love you too much.” Hongo knocks and changes your bandage, it's the first time your Captain sees the injury. To make you laugh, he says, “That’s a pretty big pirate wound, tell me… Is it painful ?” You nod, Hongo leaves you after letting Shanks give you the next painkiller.

He sulks, like a child and tells you between two kisses “My bed is so lonely without you.. And sad.. And cold.. Me the same. I've become grumpy because I miss you so much, darling..” You smile and apologize, he sulks again “Yeah.. I forgive you because I shouldn't have left either. So we reset the counters.” You nod your head, he advises you to sleep. You listen to him, taking a nap. Your fever continues for two more days then ends, you can walk with a crutch that Hongo bought you. You go to the toilet, wash and dress then you join your Captain, you hear him talking on the bridge. He looks at you, smiling and stops. “Oh the best thing that ever happened to me was waking up !!!!”, Benn teases “A bit of a long nickname, don’t you think ?” He gets up to help you walk over to them as he scolds you about not getting up alone until you're healed. You ask him “Do you want to keep me in bed doing nothing ?” He smiled “Don’t tempt me, goddess. You won’t do anything but I’ll do a lot of things to you in bed.” His right arm throws the newspaper in his face. Shanks sulks as his right-hand man tells him his nicknames are too long. He replies “Help me find one that matches her then.” He sighs “His first name would be enough you know.”, “Baby, don’t you want me to give you nicknames anymore ?”, you shrug your shoulders “As you wish Captain..”, he smiles, asking you for a hug which of course, you grant him. The right arm adds “Uh Cap. If you're in love, it's supposed to be your muse. Nicknames should come naturally to you.” Shanks sulks again, you smile and kiss him several times. He thinks and gives you a list of nicknames. “Honey, my sweetheart, my angel, my goddess, the love of my life, my light, my star, my inspiration, my empress, my doll, my beauty, the woman of my life, my princess, my queen, my love, my ray of sunshine, my flower, my other half, my pirate, my sidekick, darling, my rose, my model, my moon, my pota-” His right arm interrupts, making you laugh “The last one was too much Cap.” Shanks kisses you again, happy to see you smile, replying “Nothing is too much for her, Beck.” You heal in several weeks and he takes great care of you.

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